For the afternoon tea, just about the right time. Nothing in particular except that I met with the leader of the Lily Knights Lily Knights, me and the old lady Old Lady, who returned to the King's Capital.
They're from the eastern country. Line up behind the caravan and pass the eastern gate. I stepped into the merchant guild's knight hangar.
'I'm back now. Mission accomplished safely, and the old lady, Old Lady, is unusual. "
Look at the herbivore mechanic who came out of the office and tell him by external voice. And when I got down to the floor, I rushed over to make a favor.
"Mr. Tauro, did you bring it again"
Staring at you with a smiley face is a dessert ghost drop rolling on the floor. It is a so-called, airless Iboibo Balance Ball.
My favor is to fix this. Let's get the hole blocked and get some air in.
"I found a buyer. That's why I want to take the test piece and go explain it to the guild leader."
A young man with thin lines, who frowns suspiciously. He shook his head gently left and right and exhaled, but got to work on it.
"It's in there, just one little guy."
Me standing next to a herbivore and pointing.
The body is more than two metres in diameter, but less than one metre inside. Just right for the exercise.
"Yes, I've done it."
It was over in no time.
(Wow)
It's like, an auto repairman fixing a punk. Seeing the work of a skilled person is still pleasant.
"Thank you. I'll be there soon."
With a light, large translucent sphere all over my arm, I ran out.
Wave and call the golem carriage and get in with the balance ball. A few times along the way, he gives a gaze asking questions.
But this is a prototype of a new product, and I'm not going to answer it.
"I came with an idea. Would you mind listening?"
Run up the stairs and offer a small old man resembling a goblin in the guild chief's office.
After watching my poisonous red translucent balance ball, the guild leader nodded open.
"Just yeah. I want to show you something, too, Tauro."
prompted to sit on the sofa in the reception set. Besides the guild length, Santa Claus and the strong chief surround him.
If you drop your eyes on the table, there is a short wand, Wand, with a stick about your thumb.
"This is a new toy by the hands of Wind Clouds."
A little old man buried himself on the couch looks up at me from the bottom.
"Wind Cloud Child" is a businessman who makes him an idea man without strangers in the Hanayawa world. Its novel ideas breathe fresh wind, as well as sometimes controversial.
(I knew you owned some whorehouses, but did you also build things?)
I guess multi-talented versatility refers to people like this.
"It's already out in the alley, but it seems pretty popular. I struggled to get a clustered number"
Then he takes the short wand Wand and swings gently upwards.
From the tip a light similar to the light arrow (magic missile) of the old lady "Old Lady" popped out and disappeared against the ceiling.
"Now we're gonna shoot each other."
Sounds interesting, huh? and a goblin grandpa with one eye with a grin.
It's only a toy, so he says it won't hurt or get hurt. Even in the eyes, the glare seems to persist for a long time.
That explanation leaked an exclamation from my mouth.
(It tickles your manhood. That's the wind cloud child in the industry)
Snowball at a young age, and Air Gun at a long age. In the last life it was played by the war.
Put your arms around me, touching me, and the guild leader points to a short stick with a short wand, Wand.
"Mr. Tauro, can you hold that stick?"
As they say, me reaching right. Grab as many sticks as your thumb, left on the table.
"I'll shoot you. Hold on tight."
At the next moment, the tip of the short wand Wand glowed white.
"Wow!"
I couldn't help but shout. And the burrito and the rod trembled.
It's only for a few seconds, but it's so intense you can't have it. After it has subsided, the vibration continues to be about the manor mode.
A strong-sided chief sitting next to the guild chief laughed happily for some reason.
"Now you know if you hit it."
I guess I'll even keep it in my chest pocket. I see, and whilst I nod, I still lean my neck against the stick that keeps shaking.
If you don't stop, he says it will continue until the shooting side releases it.
(Zombie control?
It's a self-declared survival game, the guy who shows up every once in a while. Maybe I can't stop it myself to prevent it from happening.
"This is the best way to play. Read it."
Me being given a perky piece of paper and starting to chase letters with my eyes. The stick stops moving along the way, but now I start shaking.
I was struck down by a novel idea.
(Will you put this stick in there?)
What idea. Just having this rule makes the game so much more interesting.
But at this time, I wasn't thinking enough.
"Self Shooting and Woman Shooting"
That was all I could think of, and the man's side was out of my mind.
(Man says behind!
Read the rest of the description and scream in your heart.
If you look at the stick on your right hand, it does seem like a shape that even a man can handle. But without experience, I can't snort that easily.
(Pretty thick, and long for that)
Swallow sawdust and saliva.
"Isn't that awesome? That's the wind cloud boy."
Grandpa Goblin with a nasty laugh. Strongly agree with that word.
"Recently pushed by Doctor Slime, the shadow is fading"
Some people say things like that, but they don't.
'Sin and Punishment', 'Slime Games', etc. said to be my invention, are all due to previous life's knowledge. It's a travesty of our ancestors.
But Wind Clouds creates them all in front of themselves. I wouldn't even have to compare it, like which one is up there.
"So, Tauro, what's your story?"
Placing the short wand Wand on the table, the guild leader puts his hands together on his belly and deposits his back on the couch.
On the other hand, I'm worried about what to do.
(That's hard to get out)
It's about the Iboibo Balance Ball commercialization. Until just now, I was confident, but I'm totally squished.
(No, some people said they would buy it. Let's just talk)
I decide to stand up and pick up the poisonous translucent red ball that was rolling behind the couch. And as I moved to a slightly wider location, I looked back at everyone in the reception set.
"This is a dessert ghost drop."
And when placed on the floor, demonstrate how to use it.
Sit back, pinch and lift with your feet, etc., and stand again while wiping the sweat on your forehead with your hands.
(... not a good grasp)
Santa Claus on the guild leader, plus a strong head, all with subtle expression. I don't even fly questions.
(But not yet. I have the fact that I wanted the leader of the Lily Knights Lily Knights and the information I got in exchange for the drop)
When you breathe, horseback riding on Iboivo Balance Ball. And start bouncing hard up and down.
"On my way home, I met with the head of the Lily Knights Lily Knights. According to her, it feels very good to use it like this."
A goblin guild length that raises a single eyebrow and shows something of interest for the first time.
"That's why they're popular in the Lily Valley. He said if I took the ingredients, I'd pick them up with a not-so-bad amount."
Little old man standing on the couch and walking over here.
I get out of the balance ball immediately and refrain from beside the guild leader.
"This is it."
Goblins spanning after you've rubbed Iboibo. After shaking his body back, forth, left, and right, he bounced up and down small.
"Hmm, of what it's like"
After a lot of bouncing, he goes down, arms up and leans his neck and opens his mouth.
"Because men and women are different. I don't know."
And take turns with the deputy guild chief.
Playing it a few times, Ivoivo Balance Ball went down as he made the sound. I can't stand the weight of Santa Claus and the air seems to have fallen out.
The four of us face each other in silence. One cough and a strong chief made a suggestion.
"How about asking the caravan to go to the Valley of Lilies next time and find out the market? Until then, the dessert ghost drops are on hold."
Santa Claus moves his head slowly vertically as he grinds his white beard.
"For the time being, how about that?
I snort in order to get my eyes on him and show my intention to understand.
(Well, it wasn't that popular in my last life)
Obviously the other one is better than the short wand Wand set in front of you. I would definitely buy a short wand "Wand" set.
This is how Iboivo Balance Ball was settled.
Here the three of us are taken out by the Alliance Commander. He used a short wand "Wand" for everything, he makes a test play.
"Tauro, I've been waiting for your return."
I'm afraid when they say that.
(But "The End of the Century Whorehouse"? Long time no see)
The End of the Century Whorehouse is a whorehouse that has set up a set mimicking the King's Capital in an indoor large space. The scenery is not the end of the century, but the way you play is the end of the century.
It is sold to attack the women who go to the city and ravage the "carpet" as they wish.
"To the female opponent of the whorehouse, is it a city war?"
The evening part is called the merchant guild rental, so it is a thought out. The "Wand" set of two dozen short canes has already been loaded.
When you arrive in the golem carriage, take the old man's guide who picked you up to the store.
When I do, I ask you to open the heavily thick door and exit in front of the ladies lined up near the entrance to the King's Capital Set.
"Did you all get the wand and the stick? Did you learn how to use it?
The women snort at the words of Santa Claus's deputy guild chief. Twenty of them. By contrast, there are only four of us.
(There's a difference in the number of people)
Wait for Santa Claus to say what rules it will take place.
I was good at the explanations that went on.
(I see)
Our winning condition is to survive until the end of game time. Not all of them, but even one.
By contrast, the women are wiped out.
There will be a battle for this.
"All right! Then head for the initial position. Let's just say we start when the bell rings."
Santa Claus tightens and the women disappear behind the set.
The deepest part of the vast interior, that's where they started. And our start starts here and now.
Heading into the shadow of a building with only an outer wall, we each insert a hitting bar.
"... this is tough"
Me moaning at my face while using the cream I was given. From next door partitioned by veneer boards, a strong old man returns words with a bitter voice.
"Do women endure this feeling every time"
I can't agree to the chief's words for a moment. Put your opinion in your mouth as you shake your head to the left and right.
"Women, not behind, are before. And that's where it was originally made."
I'm not a teaching light patrol teacher, but this one would be out of the way. I manage to get ready while sweating and sighing.
Returning to the rendezvous point, there was the appearance of the guild chief and the deputy guild chief in the preparatory movement. It doesn't seem painful to move.
Is it a difference in experience? It is horrible to imagine what we have been through so far.
"All right, here we go!
To the voice of the deputy guild chief, the old man from the store who went up the ladder strikes the bell. And we ran out to secure a favorable spot.
Me lurking in a store with no contents in the set of shopping districts. I don't see him, but the guild leaders are hiding around him, too.
This is Santa Claus's instructions. They say the deputy guild commander, not the guild leader, is in charge of our command.
(Whoa, here I come)
What showed up was a young lady style shortcut woman. Slightly on his mid waist, he approaches as he looks around.
"Akuuu!
As the white light runs across my sight, I get a comfortable treble scream in my ear.
Shortly after, the young lady held her stomach and collapsed on the street.
"Ouch!"
"Over there!
Successive women wave the short wand Wand as they speak. I lick my lips gently as I watch the arrows of light concentrate.
My stomach is empty.
And keep firing. Eating the unintentional blow from the straight side, he breaks one knee after the other as he leaks his creaking voice.
(Hit and Away)
Run away without greed and with your back. I bought a disapproval at the pilot's school, it's the way I'm good at fighting.
Even if the attack focuses on where I was, another arrow of light from another direction will strike them.
(It works)
I think I'm crouching behind the sign and waving a short wand, Wand.
"Four Hidden Close Distances Slaughter Enemy While Covering Each Other"
This operation is going well so far. For this amount of time, we'll be able to eliminate the difference in numbers considerably.
That's what I thought, arrowheads, the behavior of one person broke under the original.
The killer is the guild leader. It was too much.
(If you shoot, move. That's what I was supposed to decide!
I bite my teeth. What I see is a little old man who gets caught up in a big fire that concentrates in one place and escapes alone.
Hing rode or kept shooting, and his whereabouts were completely exposed.
Apparently, Grandpa Goblin is the one who stops toothpicking.
"… so let the Alliance Leader draw his enemies."
The three of us met in the shadows. It is the deputy guild chief who tells the sigh mixer to change the operation.
I nodded with my chief and began to move quietly.
Here's the perspective to Grandpa Goblin.
"I'm a sinful man, too, to be chased by many women."
Bullshit, little old man who keeps running like a bounce.
But while things get worse. There are more and more chasers.
"I don't know if it's because I've been banned from going in and out several times. They're after us."
Cause is' too much '. For this reason, it is possible that Hate is gathered from the working women.
"Just yeah. If you keep pulling, the rest will fade."
Goblins running zigzag without breaking the fun look. An arrow of white light stubbornly pursues a small back, but it doesn't hit.
(That said, are you getting a little tired?)
Think as you keep running.
Sudden turns ahead, according to my memory. If you use this place to shake it off, you'll get a break even temporarily.
(Is that why you're going?)
Only in familiar shops, the terrain is in my head. He jumped into the sidewalk with a grin on the edge of his mouth.
(Servant! I'm hit!
Shortly afterwards, Grandpa Goblin shouts to his heart with dismay.
He was going to run down the back street and wind up his opponent, but it was a trail. While it was off-limits, a pattern change apparently took place.
(This is not good)
The number of women just keeps increasing, even as they fight in the shadows of barrels placed on the side of the road. They start to circle around, but they don't have the skill to deal with it without allies.
(... that's it or I'll take care of it later)
Finally, the guild chief exposed himself to the crossfire, and fell on the street.
At the same time. The penetration of an indoor large space.
One man diving into a pile of cushions and hiding behind a real wall that is not a set. It's me.
(Surely here, 'Savory' was reading the book)
I think with nostalgia.
A savory is a young woman who works here. It had not been properly developed and made it difficult to gain pleasure.
Naturally there was no pleasure in working, and they were killing time around here.
(I was sorry to see that)
When I realized that, I tuned in because of it.
"If a customer finishes inside, it's instant peak"
Thanks to this conditioning, it is now popular enough for customers to chase each other in line.
(Hmm?)
That's when static electricity runs in my brain.
(... guild leader?
I feel called, I look around. But there is no shadow, only the sky of the crop is spreading.
(Are you out of your mind)
After one snort, I sank into the sea of cushions again.
Meanwhile, a small old man resembling a goblin who is shot and falling on the street.
Being the guild leader of the Merchant Guild, he is admiring the feel of the 'hit stick' made by Wind Clouds.
(Ugh, that's quite a vibration. You can react naturally if you get shot)
Let's just say I don't forget about work even at a time like this.
A hitting stick that also fits the intense movement at the time of the hit and changes to a gentle tremor. Start evaluating this as well.
(It's not too strong, it's not too weak, it's a brilliant addition.)
It wouldn't bother me either, but it would be stimulating enough for the general purchasing class. When I think about it, a sudden, violent vibration strikes the old man's ass.
(What then? You're not shooting zombies!
Face up from a state of bluffing with consternation, the guild leader understands.
One of the women standing to surround herself pointed a short wand at her fallen self and fired again.
(Even after you fall, if you get shot, you vibrate again!
Wind clouds won't even notice this.
Even as teeth are devoured by successive waves of vibration, "Need improvement," he writes in his mind.
(Shooting a fallen opponent is against the rules!
Yet we cry out to our hearts, but this will be due to our lack of explanation. Stand up in desperate shape to make you stop.
Seeing that figure, the other woman screamed.
"I knew it! You can't take down a shot or so."
"That's Grandpa Goblin. You're not half-lived."
I guess the guild chief's evil behavior so far has stirred the women's fears.
One white light after another emanates from the short wand Wand, which is sucked into the small body of the old man and goes.
(Ooh!
Guild length holding his ass down and falling off his knee on his back.
Though praised, I can't afford to answer the praise. Strong vibrations that inform the hit were tough even for him with experience in life.
An unknown feeling of pushing from your ass as you make your body jump every time it stays down.
(What's this? No, please!
This is a door a man can't open. Fear and haste strike the heart of an old man who intuitively understands.
Not good! Not good!
I can't call for help, I can't protest.
The attack by the women lasted until the bullet from the short wand Wand ran out.
"Kang, Kang, Kang"
The sound of a bell announcing the end of the game. I hear that all around the street.
Shot and moved ahead, bowling with a mid teenage girl student. They were shooting at each other in surprise.
At the same time as it ends ringing, the tremor of the hit stick stops.
(No, this is tough)
Get up and wipe the fat sweat on your forehead with your sleeves. Heading to the square near the entrance, there's Santa Claus with a smile and a strong head who looks just like me.
Apparently it was the deputy guild chief who survived to the end.
"How do you feel about that? Mr. Tauro."
Santa Claus asked me, me breathing thin with my cat back. He understands with that appearance, and a bitter smile on the face of his white beard.
Behind the right-width deputy guild chief, I could see Grandpa Goblin walking in a whirlwind.
"No, it was dangerous. Almost opened the forbidden door."
We get explanations and blues our faces. "Unrestricted Hit Judgement" will have victims if we don't hurry to deal with it.
But I'm pretty sure this game is funny. The women seem to like it more or less.
I'm pretty sure it's a big deal.
Everyone snorts deeply. There was a great deal of potential for this toy.
Situations and variations are also freely available. You'll have a lot of fun.
"In time, you might want to open a tournament under the auspices of the Merchant Alliance."
It is a fascinating suggestion. In doing so, I'd love to join you.
"All right. Let's get the rules thorough, and then we'll try another fight."
Stab the nail while Santa Claus agrees with the goblin guild leader who smiles.
"Next time, I want you to follow my instructions."
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, little old man with his head down.
Me and the strong chief looked at each other with a smile and felt better for the next game.