The Knight Hangar of the Merchant Alliance, near the East Gate of Wangdu.
"Good luck"
When I finish my job as a pilot, I go out and speak to the herbivore.
The sun had already fallen and stars had begun to blink in the sky.
(Plenty more today)
Being away from downtown, you can see the stars better here.
Turn your neck and shoulders as you look up into the sky and breathe loudly and deeply. Then he walked out on the boulevard running east and west toward Central Square to fill his belly and relieve his fatigue.
"A magical place has emerged everywhere, and the Warcraft are beginning to travel there"
Reminds me of Zaratan's story and realizes that my predictions have come true.
Powerful Warcraft advance through the Spirit Forest. Afraid of it, the warcraft on the path moved their habitat.
As a result, he began to appear near towns and villages, and it was the turn of the Knights of the Kingdom and the Alliance of Merchants.
(busy, but worth doing)
A golem of a human form, a knight, who will also be eighteen meters tall. It is fun to manipulate it as you wish and fight the Warcraft.
But more than that, I'm grateful to be directed at those who helped. Not so much work would be worth doing.
(Ponytails are delightful)
Today's job is to join forces with the Knights of the Kingdom.
Me and the old lady, The Old Lady, keep the streets safe. On the other hand, Ponytail and Braided Big Tits defeated another warcraft approaching the village.
A ponytail greeted with cheer by the villagers and answered by waving from the knight's cockpit.
'Here it is. This is what I was looking for. "
From his reddish face, he seemed to hear such a voice of heart.
Recently, the reputation of the Knights of the Kingdom has also grown, along with the motivation of the Knights.
It leads to a reduction in my burden, so I want you to do your best.
(It hurts that Lightning's gone home)
A guest pilot of the Knights of the Kingdom invited by another country, living directly below me.
Actually, he came to greet his wife and children the other day.
Anything seems to have stuck with the elves in my home country of Nicea Cassia. Sounds like a pretty big problem, and they're sending the top troops from the northern countries home.
(Too bad. I could have done well with the imosques)
Lightning with respect for the existence of the Spirit Beast and trustworthy personality.
Until I introduced Mr. Cool to his family, I was thinking about relying on him if anything happened to me.
(Only your child, though it was avoided)
That's where I get a bitter smile.
He's interested in big beetles, dandruff, and turtles, and he tries to catch them.
It's still a long walk, so there's no harm in it, but the Imosques were hiding.
I change my mind and remember what I gave you when I broke up.
(Souvenirs, what about your reputation in your hometown)
When I heard about going home, Imoske and Dangolo prepared it.
That's one little potted plant. What grows in the middle is a single little twin leaf.
"Fly Grass Removal"
If you're calling me with my knowledge, this would be it. The leaves are surrounded by sharp thorns, with twin leaves like an open edging bean.
When the prey approaches, they close and eat pakun.
"Plants with thorns and can fight"
That's what Dangolow claimed, and Imoske, the sage of the woods, saw the seeds. I also work together by buying plant pots, planting seeds and hanging D-rank potions.
By the way, Dangolow's idea is, 'Increase this and protect your country'.
(Just a little, you're worried)
Why Imosuke didn't sprinkle seeds in the garden forest. Because when I grow up big, I eat about a small warcraft.
When I was in the Spirit Forest, I say that I felt like I was in danger. Unfortunately, they can't let you choose who you're dealing with.
"A gift from the spiritual beasts. I'll take care of it."
With a barbecued bowl in his hand, the good young man, who had accumulated a short moustache, laughed happily.
I wrote down the precautions I heard from Imosuke on the paper, so I would love to see it and have it handled so that there are no accidents.
(Well, where are we going tonight)
When I get to Central Square, I eat stir-fried meat and vegetables in one of the stalls.
I'm tired, I'm covered in sweat and dust, so I just want to take a bath and refresh myself.
"Whatever the sweat, why the dust? You'll just be sitting in the cockpit '
Some might think so. Recently, however, we have had to do some induction of people and the aftermath of the fighting.
The cause is understaffing. The adventurers are also very busy because of the great movement of the Warcraft. You can't even reach my support.
The situation is the same for the Knights of the Kingdom, which was guiding the villagers on foot while Braided Big Tits rocked a set of shells ready for their chests.
(I was wondering if I'd make it "One Yokota")
It's a narrow street with small, privately owned shops in the pleasure district.
The average age of a woman is not low, as many as I am on the thirtieth road. Sometimes when you're tired, you get sloppy here.
(Let's do that)
Finished eating, I take my seat and head west from Central Square. Pass a superb store facing the boulevards of Casabel, Jaanne and Sione, along the way to the sidewalk.
Then I notice the flowers decorated at the store. Looks like a gift for the opening celebration.
(Uh, a new store? But "steam bath"?
Me blinded by the lettering on the sign and thinking a little bit.
Is it like a sauna? I haven't seen this before.
(Maybe not bad)
I was also tired, fluttering like a butterfly to a flower. And pushed open the store door as it was.
"Welcome"
Once inside, reception is immediately available. My brother who stands at the counter bows his head.
When I tell him I'm here for a bath, he points out the price list on the wall with a polite trick. I hear you want to choose a course.
(Three clothes, underwear, naked?
Again, this is a pleasant neighborhood. One bath. Very female. But here, I felt uncomfortable.
(... that's not cheap)
The building of the shop is inferior if you can call it a whorehouse.
But the price, even in the 'naked course' at the bottom, is above the lower whorehouse. If it is also the most expensive 'clothing course', it is also an intermediate whorehouse.
Will customers come with this setting?
"Well, 'clothes', please"
If you wondered, just try.
To my words, the receptionist brother who reinforces the laughter. I guess I thought you were a good customer.
I'm not wearing any threads to play in the whorehouse.
With the potion sale and the pilot's job, my income is very high. If you don't use it hard, you're saving up.
I know that I am blessed because of this change in the expression of the clerk.
"This will be the playroom. Please wait a moment."
Passed through is a board room with about a quadruple and a half nothings. When I change into a bathrobe, I stand around in the center.
(It's not hot or anything. Will it even come in hot steam from now on)
With that in mind, the door opened and the young women in private clothes came in.
I described them as not alone. For some reason it goes on in rows.
(Choosing from here? large number of people, but less than junior whorehouse on a level I guess)
Me throwing myself on a far shelf and arguing. Hard to appreciate, but by no means are they skanks.
(The face and style are well above standard.)
In a previous life, it's a level you want to look back on if you make mistakes.
But in this world, whorehouses are popular jobs even at lower levels. They can't hire me if it's not enough to be rumored at school or at work.
(What? Are you still coming?
Continue to enter the room uninterrupted and immediately the quadruple is full of humans. But they won't stop coming in.
My body is pressed from all sides, and it gets hotter and I can't breathe.
(Hey, wait a minute. What is this?)
Reminds me of a feeling I'd long forgotten in confusion. Yes, this is a full train.
(narrow narrow. hot hot)
Stuffed, pressed curly buns. At once room and body temperatures rise and massive amounts of sweat erupt.
The same is true of the women in the surrounding personal clothes, whose sweaty clothes are transparent. That's when my understanding came down to me.
("Steam bath," is this it!
followed by certainty. He said the idea was by "Wind Clouds in the Industry".
Big out-of-the-box ideas and the ability to move them into immediate execution. It can't possibly be anything other than that genius.
(Wow, hey)
Multiple women's hands slip into the bathrobe as they face the sweat in their eyes.
The young women in private clothes rubbed me, the inverse moron in the full smell of perfume and sweat. Looks like this is the play of this store.
(Is the clothing course expensive for cleaning?)
Not as much if it's just underwear, but if it's naked, you don't need it. With that in mind, my train gets into the tunnel on its own.
(Who? I'd at least like to see your face)
But I can't.
The heads of the women around me are totally in contact with my head. And they are licking sweat with their tongues.
In the short playing time, a train named me arrives at the station. And from inside the car, he threw out many passengers to the platform.
(... even more tired)
Me sweating and salivating in the shower room by myself after playing.
It's amazing, but it's not a store that stops by on the way home from work with fatigue.
(Will this store hit or come off? The idea is interesting, so I'd love it if it went on.)
I can't tell you if I'm coming again. But a store with different colors is what I want you to survive.
(... of this, is there also a version for women)
I remember the words of Cornille, my best friend, Skebemacchio of the Knights of the Kingdom. "Wind clouds in the industry basically open shops for both men and women," he said.
"Let the boy in the skirt dance on the glass floor and eat as he peeks it up from the bottom"
I have been invited to the store. That man has a defensive range if he's even a pretty boy.
By the way, I can't eat in a place like that.
"Mr. Tauro. It's not good to like or dislike it. Thank you for your daily grace, and I need you to taste good."
Help me overcome it. The strong offer was also declined in combination.
(Even if I'm wrong, let's not go in)
With a strong sense of fatigue on my neck and shoulders, I headed home to help my family heal.
Based on Cornell's information, Tauro's predictions.
That's a hit, and there's also a 'steam bath' sign in the women's area of the pleasure district.
The number of customers was higher than for men, and the number of regular customers was starting to come out, even though there was no room for opening.
(Chest hair is awesome! Smelly intense! Sweat null is awesome!
Get the hot air up from all over your body, dirty fathers. This woman, rubbed by them and gasping with a tranced look at her breathlessness, is one of them.
The age looks like a twenty's head and has an even body on a flat face. Quite a beauty, but it would be the long tongue licking my father's sweat off.
(I figured "naked course" would be topped with "hairy" and "older")
The identity is the female bishop, the head of the tongue, who is visiting as a national guest from the eastern country.
The original hobby was different. I prefer Mukimuki Macchio, a handsome young man with hair loss.
But he woke up to a new hobby, touching the culture of the glorious King's Capital.
An event sponsored by the great old woman, the director of the northern monastery, who is a mentor, would be the trigger.
"Rude Courtesy"
It's about welcoming every guest from sunset to sunrise.
Dean Tongue and Dean intercepted both Wang Du's fierce men at the hotel.
(Oh this feeling. Reminds me wow)
My father and I oppress my surroundings, and that night comes to mind in the heart of the tongue-lover.
In contrast to the dean who wiped out the men, the tongue dean fell before the date changed. In a conscious state, I was unable to welcome the morning.
The sweet memories of that time are unforgettable.
(What is this, an aging smell from the back of your neck? Sweat like garlic behind your ears? Shit, I think I can handle it already)
My father's train breaks into the front and rear tunnels I have and goes back and forth violently. He's also gripped by his hand, and if he's caught off guard, his lips are also taken away.
Turning away with bitterness, but there's another father's moustache full of mouth.
(It looks a little like the "Maraden," but it's still not the same. 'Cause it's paler over there)
We stare at each other at close distances that don't even focus, and I think as we tangle our tongues.
It's on the calendar of the eastern country, a month strictly forbidden even to comfort oneself. Mass in the dioceses everywhere shortly after liberation would be close to disrespectful.
But since all the participants are on the verge of explosion, they are less conscious and less savory about serving it. At least now Master Tongue thinks so.
(It's good to be in the kingdom. A lot of things I've learned)
I could feel my own growth.
(But it's time to go home, right?)
I feel sorry for you, Master Tongue, which sinks my heart slightly.
Fathers in the service industry are keenly aware of changes in the atmosphere of their customers. To cheer it up, start to add more temper.
Temperature and humidity to increase further. Naturally, the scent too. Just a full train is a huge upgrade to a broken A/C midsummer rush hour.
(... we'll see about that later)
A full train that can't take one physical move. The toenails are already floating from the floor to the universe.
Master Tongue stopped thinking while being unilaterally shaken with even the scaffold lost.