An empire, the most northern city near the forest of the Spirit.
Griffon, through Central Square, was flying a narrow alley towards his destination.
(... pi!
The ringing is in my heart because I keep pieces of paper wrapped around my couch.
The white bird with the back leg feels killer, moves his wings wide and flips himself.
Shortly afterwards, a long patterned worm removal mesh swung down from the side.
"Evaded!
It was a skinny man with a pale complexion who showed up from between the buildings.
He works like a middleman with an adventurer, and he's the one who told the elves about Griffon.
At that time, he noticed the smell of too much gold and plotted to catch it.
"You smart bastard."
A white bird who wields a net in tear, but all gently moves away.
For Griffon, who was forged with a thousand knocks of Uncle Rosehip, there is no making to this extent either.
"Cua."
Open the couch and emit the magic of the wind. The power is only to the extent that I played it with my fingers, but it was the man's eyes that I aimed at.
Though it didn't hit his eyes, he was shocked right near the eyeball and the man reflexively protects his face with his arms.
"Pi!"
I was after this, Griffon. Sudden descent in the wake of an empty giant mite (sandworm).
He stuck his claws deep into the two precious eggs protected by a giant mite (sandworm).
"but ahhh!
Fingers sharper than rose thorns, pierced through the fabric. Even holding down the groin with the scream, the raider has already left.
The man threw an insect netting out on the spot and fled to the gap of the building in a frontal position.
But Griffon doesn't go after him. I descend to the cobblestone, as I said it was more important than that.
"... piiiiiiiiii"
Paper pieces dropped when you unleashed the magic of the wind. That's what fell into the side ditch.
A white bird wandering around and peeking into the
(There's an iron lattice lid, so you can't pick it up.)
Look at that. Elda thinks. I've been hiding and observing since before.
(But that's Griffon. small but strong)
From between orthodontic underwear, the raven snake's consenting wave flies. 'I can't beat being attacked,' he claimed, but he got a little weak.
(Well, hey, maybe I'll sell you a favor. Enemy enemies are allies.
If you are hostile to the elves today, you are on your side that they would be human beings. With the idea, Elda appeared from the shadows.
"O trapped linoyune. Hand lending swa '
It is not human language that emitted it. It is a spiritual language.
It is unclear whether it will be communicated to the young opponent so far, but I will try to speak up without fitting it. Griffon stared at this one as he didn't fly back.
(Doesn't look like he's coming at me)
Elda crouches in as she lowers her chest in her heart. Lift the steel lattice lid painstakingly and manage to pick up the pieces of paper.
It's dirty, but it seemed fine.
"Kokoni Place Quayo"
Put it on the cobblestone and take a few steps back, Elda.
Did you understand the Spirit language, or read it from the atmosphere? Griffon approaches and folds up the pieces of paper.
And on the spot, he winged a few times smaller.
(... maybe you're going to thank me?
I don't know because I don't speak the language and I don't have a connection as a family member. Just somehow, I felt that way.
Griffon turns sideways and kicks the cobblestone with his back leg to start the run. Stepping off at a short distance, he flies away to the back of the alley.
(Do you want the Lord? Much more decent than the Griffon I used to see)
Ironically bending his mouth, Elda dropping him off.
I should have given the impression that it wasn't bad. My hands and clothes were slightly dirty, but not enough to care.
(No rush. No rush. For one thing, facial connection is a success)
After slapping his hands together and removing the mud stain on him, he walks out for the whorehouse he works for.
There is time to go to work, but I was able to find out what I wanted. As for Uncle Rosehip, the owner of the griffon.
(If you go to the whorehouse, you'll find out soon enough)
Because the city to the north is small, there is only one whorehouse. I mean, the store where she works is the only gentleman's place to socialize.
If you're an identical person, you can't be here.
(It was sealed, but you could use brainwashing.)
The combined magic and physical moves that I've refrained from since I was exposed in Awok. I was going to stay unused until everyone's memory faded, but it's worth the risk.
(What do you think?
Elda puts her hand on her chin on the spot and flies her thoughts with the crow snake on her chest.
She wasn't aware. There is a man who is observing himself from further behind, who was watching the battle between thugs and griffons.
(Did you give Griffon a letter?
The voice of this heart belongs to a fat high elf. I walked in the direction indicated to the middle-aged woman in the stall with his own quick feet.
And shortly after entering the narrow alley, he witnessed a woman who was keeping broken pieces of paper to a little white bird with legs behind her.
(That woman is Uncle Rosehip. Are you saying you are the Lord of Griffon)
But soon, shake your head and deny it. For the Lord and his family, the distance is far.
Isn't it proof that we're alert to each other that we let them pick it up once on the ground?
Return quietly in the direction of the square and resume your thinking as you return to the entrance of the alley.
(Probably a liaison)
It's hard to think of a high-ranking title-holder named Count, who's in an alley all by himself.
(Huh?)
Then here, a beautiful woman in white long coat "Toga" shows herself from the alley.
I watched him walk by without realizing himself, and the fat high elf made a decision.
We're going after him.
I don't see Griffon anymore. More than that, you should check the location of the liaison officer's return.
There must be a nobleman of the Rosehip Berber tribe there. Maybe there's an elf royal survivor manipulating Uncle Rosehip behind it.
The fat high elf walked out to be attracted to the scent of Elda's remaining perfume.
(... here)
I didn't have any experience with tailing, but the result was success. No, you can tell me you didn't even have to tail him.
A large whorehouse just off the square. Because he walked into the game.
"You're a cold looking beauty, aren't you? They're pretty popular."
He talked to a man who was wearing something like ale in a nearby stall. When I close one eye to myself, I open a mouth that is missing one of my front teeth.
"You know what makes me want to keep up with you."
I was going after him so he wouldn't be noticed, but from what I can tell, he seemed outspoken.
After a moment of fainting, I use the moves I learned earlier from a middle-aged woman in a stall.
"Can I offer you a drink?
Sit down beside me and offer.
A man with a grin on his full face and a tooth chip who nods loudly. When I grabbed the new jock that was delivered, I spoke even though I had not asked any questions.
"If you want to make a nomination, you need to be careful."
Her play is about tightening the curtains and dropping the lights. If the terms are not accepted, they may reject the nomination.
"Fine, I can't believe you're shy of stopping tall. I want to grab both wrists and shove them down in the outdoor sun."
To the man who keeps talking in a good mood, think while hammering.
(Playing in the dark? convenient for our elves)
You don't have to be alert until the last minute.
(If it starts, it's one of these)
A fat high elf who remembers the weakness of the people and laughs at the edge of his mouth.
We just kept banging on the deepest wall for an hour or so, exposing ourselves to ugliness as if we had gone mad.
It was over a hundred years ago that I dealt with him, but it will still be the same now.
(It's too late when you realize. Let's smash the walls of our hearts and magically captivate them)
And get the information, and Griffon if possible. You can kill him, but the best thing is to capture him alive.
(If Griffon is a family member, the people inside will be suppressed)
If the fear of revolution is eliminated and our own safety is preserved, our colleagues in the High Elves will also stop using Spirit Cannon.
That way, we don't have to reduce the lifespan of the world tree.
(All you need now to save the world is time)
Fate hangs on the next generation of world trees.
A man dazzled by the survival of the Elf royal family who is obsessed with regaining his throne and the rights of the Spirit Forest.
The pharmacist's girlfriend is too weak to fight the world's enemies (World Enemy).
(After all, we Elves are the only ones who can move to protect the world)
Thanks to the Elves, the world can exist. The fools don't even realize this fact.
It's just a loud voice, making a fuss about your interests.
(But I don't mind)
This is the duty and responsibility of the species at height. No need for gratitude, praise, etc.
A fat high elf that lit a heart that was losing hope and began to bubble with energy.
The question was whether the proud Griffon would be a family member, but he thought it was possible enough.
(Fortunately, she's still a chick. would be made to yield with force moves)
Griffon creates a nest near the periphery of the world tree Kozu. The chicks are raised by their parents and never come down to the ground until they nest.
The royal family struggled because they were dealing with adult beasts.
"Thanks. Thank you."
When a man starts repeating the same story, the fat high elf takes a shoving seat with a big bag of confectionery.
"It's sweet, but it doesn't suit the liquor."
The toothless man, while saying so, happily received it.
"Thanks, Grandpa. Don't get too uptight and break your hips."
Fat high elves looking back full of determination and heading to the whorehouse.
When you go around the front door, you see the guests overflowing in the lobby. Seems to be thriving for a long time.
(I have no choice. Will you do that again?)
Reminds me of the effect on the tooth chipper man and proceeds to a concierge that refrains on the wall.
And in his hand, he let him hold a few silver coins. Even though the concierge looks surprised for a moment, he asks what can be done to restore calm immediately.
I'm looking for a woman.
He must be wearing a white longcoat "Toga" and a gold belt. I will tell you that I walked into the store from the back door earlier.
"I understand. But her turn will be near evening. Do you want to book?
Soon I found out, I snorted deeply, relieved.
He was a fat high elf who went to a co-located restaurant for tea in order to get his thoughts together in his spare time.
Built on the east side of the central square of Wangdu, the Kingdom Merchant Alliance headquarters.
I delivered the potion there. I headed to the pleasure zone and entered Jaanne's shop. He was put through to the reception room, where he was relative to Mr. Cool.
He came to see his Phantom's First Food (Unicorn) as the chief doctor slime of The Dying Regiment.
"How's the fried water these days?
Enjoy the aroma of tea while holding a white magnetic teacup with a gold rim.
Mr. Cool bends a shaped eyebrow and shakes his head to the left and right. The neatly stretched spine made even such tricks look beautiful.
"You're unfished. They don't seem to be traveling to this store."
We're having a conversation about the first thing.
The pilot is busy with his work, but he must not let his connections with his men slip away. That's why I dared to make time today.
(Here's one, do you want to be sexually harassed as your boss?)
It's called sexual communication.
Skip the question with a light touch after hammering to the whining of Mr. Cool, who has a scarce catch.
"By the way. If it suddenly becomes that day, what happens to the shift or something?
I always wondered. Sometimes, like a one-time blast bottoming sister, she stays booked for months.
Just beyond that, you won't be able to predict.
"I won't. Because it's magic for that."
Don't even move the expression dust, Mr. Cool responding.
(That's a magical world. Excellent)
I'm impressed with the big heads up and down, but Mr. Cool takes a small sigh.
They say it's not omnipotent, it has side effects.
"I have no choice. Because it forcefully stops the cliché as an organism."
I felt the sound of that voice mixed with giving up and convincing.
(Wouldn't I be able to do something for you)
I've always been very helpful to them.
My root magic, Acacic Magic, was lent from a mysterious stone statue. If that helps, I'm willing to cooperate as much as I can.
(How about "Conditional Anomaly Recovery"?
But I don't know which condition is unusual. It would have been the end of the fall that has undone the original effect.
(Considering the time of the ecstasy case, I think it's okay)
Looking at me with my arms around my eyebrows, Mr. Cool softened his voice.
"Thank you for your concern. But it's not serious. Because a few days a month, you just get extremely sexually active."
Rin atmosphere, cool face. What was told from there was a naked confession.
I've been thinking about reddening my cheeks a little bit with sexual harassment remarks, but on the contrary, this one lights up.
(Arms up, first food (unicorn))
I have to admit. The exchange is my loss now.
With one cough, I open my mouth to end the conversation.
"That's tough. Let me know when the time comes. I might be able to help."
"Now."
It is an instant answer.
To cut the story, the blade of words I shook down. Mr. Cool took it from him and cut it back with the same momentum.
Masters of swords staring at me with no expression overlap words to block my exit.
"My insides are boiling hot for the first thing right now"
Both eyes of the slit head narrow.
'I told you that story. So you'll do something about it, won't you?
The voice of her heart seems to be heard.
That's Mr. Cool. Reliable but dangerous woman. Sexual harassment is the last thing I should do.
(I wish I hadn't prepared 'Souvenirs', don't get cold spines)
I put my hands up to surrender, and I stand on the couch, and when I open the door, I head out into the hallway.
And he invited in someone who was waiting outside the door.
"Well, sit there"
One young man took the seat next to me.
It doesn't make you stand out, it doesn't make you emit an aura. He is a very normal man who would be different if he walked in a residential area.
But Mr. Cool's reaction was dramatic.
"Chief! What about this one?
My eyes and mouth are wide open and my voice is trembling.
(This reaction, you're the first one my aunt's right)
Me with my chest down.
By the way, "Auntie" refers to the owner of the assisted coffee shop "Bell Talk".
I'm not looking for someone to socialize with in that shop. But I enjoy the conversation with my aunt, so I go by from time to time.
"If it's your first time, leave it at the whorehouse. I won't say anything wrong."
These are words my aunt hung on this young man last night.
I came to the counter for advice on who to choose, but the request was for 'a woman who doesn't make fun of even the inexperienced and teach them gently'.
(Auntie is right)
I snort in my heart as I hear it in the next seat.
Aid Coffee Shops are places to meet people who want to play a little cheaper and who want money.
Because shops don't take margins, they can reduce the value as much as they want depending on the negotiation. But that's why self-responsibility is required, and it's not suitable for beginners.
But the young man lowered his eyebrows and shoulders and sighed.
"I don't have any money. Enough to go to the whorehouse."
Prices go down in the order of whorehouses, go-go bars and assisted coffee shops.
I guess this young man with the student atmosphere didn't have enough hands to play in the pleasure zone. If you say it cold, it means' unqualified '.
But you know how that feels.
I can't help but want to do it. Whether I sleep or wake up, I think about it all the time.
If you're not desperate to hold it down with reason, it's hard to even go through the routine.
The pressure of distress brought about by youth is so great by now.
While I'm at it, you put up with it.
I even remember a sense of respect for myself in the past.
"I'm in trouble."
An aunt who can't find a solution and looks up to heaven and sighs.
But for me, the youth is equal to the original stone of the emerald Hisui found in Kawahara. Signal your aunt with your eyes and interrupt the conversation.
"If you haven't experienced it without lying, I'll let you play in a whorehouse. Of course not."
Talk too good. Normally, I would be vigilant and say no.
But he's not normal. A heart captured by greed makes me want to believe my offer.
My aunt pushed the back of a confused young man, like, oh man.
"Something like that. They know people with hobbies like that. You can trust me."
The trust that I have cultivated so far works here. I tell the youth, appreciating my daily deeds.
"I can't do it today, but what if it's after noon tomorrow?
Reddishing his face, the young man nods strongly. And now it's the situation.
(Overwhelmed)
I told him it was a whorehouse, but he didn't think it was your three houses.
The luxury of reception room conditioning and the cool beauty of sitting in the front and staring at herself. The young man, barely pressured by these two, is depressed to shrink other than his groin.
(My mind atrophies, but my body is honest)
To see how it went last night, the youth were badly cornered. It is possible that he was stepping into the realm of 'as long as there is a hole'.
I can't wait.
In that state, it's in front of the super luxury store sideline.
Mr. Cool's exhalation just hung on his neck muscle, which could even cross a mountain.
"… chief. Give me this?
Mr. Cool, who shifted his eyes from a young man to me, asks as he swallows his saliva.
Smile and nod softly.
"I've got a room too, don't start here."
In a forward position, Mr. Cool is standing ten fingers at the table. I'm not kidding, it's going to hit me now.
Stab the nail just in case, get the two of them out of their seats and send them out into the hallway.
"Thank you. I'm in the dying regiment, and it's really good."
Mr. Cool whispered so that only I could hear him.
Me who fulfilled the responsibility of those who stood up, and the load of my shoulders went down. Put your head out again in the hallway and ask the apprentice child to replace the tea.
And often, I enjoyed the aroma of tea.
(Hmm?)
But I feel something there, and I sit back shallow on the couch and look up at the ceiling.
(No way)
It's a well-soundproofed shop. You can't hear me.
But I said, "Yikes! 'I thought I heard the Dying SHOUT in Mr. Cool's voice.