Imperial territory, northern city.
Two figures combine in one room of a whorehouse with only one in the city. It is a fat elderly man lying on his back on the bed and an impromptu Buddha crossing over it.
On the forehead of the elderly man was the fingertip of the ready-to-wear Buddha.
(You're lying. Hi Elf? Why is the leadership outside the Spirit Forest?)
The woman who resembles this instant Buddha is Elda where Tauro calls her. He defeated the elf that appeared as a guest and magically sucked away his memory.
To my surprise, the elves are both elves and high elves. For that reason, they knew things that they could not know.
"Life expectancy of the world tree is low"
"The next generation of world trees is being harmed by the enemies of the world (World Enemy)"
"Zalatan, the Great Spirit Beast, protector of Spirit Lake, is challenging the enemies of the world (World Enemy)"
Surprisingly, Elda. At the same time, however, questions arise.
"It's a world crisis, isn't it? Don't go to war with the people, go help Zaratan."
Asking a fat high elf stripping his white eyes, he moved his mouth and exhaled a hard to hear voice.
"... Wakaranuda"
face, but Elda listens back.
"Location Ga, Wakaranu. Zaratan, Doco? World Tree, Doco? Enemy of the world, Doco?
I shudder as I repeat the same thing. And all of a sudden, he shouted up.
"Griffon! Sokoka!
Unorganized memories that flow in at the same time. I manage to understand that and Elda screams back.
"Hey! What's a spiritual cannon? Do something about the world's enemies before Griffon does!
But there's no response.
Release your fingers from your forehead, grab both ears and shake back and forth without reaction. Understand the situation and distort your face.
(You're out of the grill. That's all the load I put on it, so I can't help it.)
The cause is the high level of Magic Defense. High elves alone were not comparable to people, elves, etc.
Once you exhale, you circle the switching thoughts.
(I guess I couldn't do it for amateurs with no knowledge or experience)
World Tree, Zaratan, Magi Karta, the Great Charter. The royal family learned those knowledge and came to pass on to future generations in addition to what they had gained from their experience.
Now that I think about it, I am sure that the kingdom had deteriorated and corrupted over time. But still, he was an expert on the Spirit Forest.
(I grew up somewhere else because I failed to replace the world tree. Zaratan moved out, naturally.)
And the guardian of the Spirit Lake hasn't told the High Elves where it is. I guess I haven't earned the trust.
Understand abruptly and distort the expression.
(We don't acknowledge our failures, we blame others)
What comes to mind is the appearance of a white bird with a back leg, folding pieces of paper and flying through the alley.
Griffon is a symbol of the Elf Royal Family. It is a spiritual beast who, while replacing it, came with kings and queens in charge of the management of the world tree.
If it were to emerge as a family, its Lord would be a dressed target for transferring responsibility.
(So spiritual cannon. You believe that if you end Griffon and his Lord, other things will work out)
I can't block my open mouth. I didn't notice for what I was looking at from the outside, but the top of the Elves seems to be deteriorating a lot.
Or maybe that's how much they're holding us back.
It feels good, on the other hand, I don't think it's a joke.
I can't believe you got caught up in this and lost your life.
By the way, she's not interested in the world crisis.
Because no matter what happens, you think your life expectancy runs out first. I don't care about the world without me.
Immediately she decided to leave the northern city.
(Sniffles)
Elda pulls through some of the fat high elves she was stabbing herself deeply and gets out of bed. Reach out to the man's body to explore his possessions.
(Elves are the kind of things I know, I have to take them all off)
Collect the suspected trinket and go inside the bag. I will take the money at last.
Removing the knife instead, he shifted the long hair of the fig and raised it to the long ear of the high elf.
(Don't worry about it. Hey. Because I'll treat you properly, and I'll make you look human)
Just finishing the cut handily, I notice a testament to the elf in the man's groin. If they were naked, the race would fall apart.
(Here too, I'll make you look like a people)
He tied his roots with a groovy hairband and waved the knife again.
Shape, treat and clean. Finally rebuild makeup and magically awaken the man.
In the eyes of a fat high elf with a blurred expression, there is no glow of will.
(You're totally broken)
As per your instructions. (23) Ask questions and confirm your memory.
As a result, I didn't remember anything before now.
"Now stand up. I'm going down to the lobby. You like me and take me out on an out-of-store date. All right?
Take the arm of the man who nods vaguely and go to the stairs. Elda pays quite a bit for the concierge and leaves the store.
Bringing him straight into the narrow alley, he pressed his finger against his forehead and released an electric shock.
"Bye."
A fat high elf who loses his mind and keeps his back on the wall. Wave one hand at it and head back to your home.
I dragged out a large travel bag with wheels and thought as I packed the contents.
(As it should be. Uncle Rosehip and I need to tell him.)
But I don't have a twat.
The opponent is a nobleman of high rank. No matter how high the social status of those who work in whorehouses is, they will not meet their unfamiliar selves.
No letters, either.
If I were to give it out, bearer or pseudonym. Is there anyone who reads such a thing, even if they read it nay, who weighs in?
(After all, here, ask Griffon. I like that.)
Talk about my aunt at the stall who was in the square, she goes back and forth in the morning and afternoon. With any luck, we'll get to see each other again.
The next morning, as I was waiting in the square, I discovered a white bird with legs behind it, flying a piece of paper around it.
(This certainly makes me want to say, 'I'm still working on it today.')
While smiling bitterly, he dragged his travel bag to the alley and moved. What we're after is a return.
Wait a little. From behind the alley, Griffon, who finished delivering, shows up.
"Konnichiwa. Master Goh. Ni, I'll get the Doshite. Itaino."
Speaking in Spiritual Language, Griffon swirls and lands after passing once. From a short distance, he is leaning up at his neck.
(Sounds fine)
As before this, Elda places four folded pieces of paper on the cobblestone.
When he pulled himself, Griffon stepped forward, pinched up with a couch and flew away.
(That's it. After that, it's up to Uncle Rosehip)
Only "Spirit Cannon" was written. Now it's good to realize, and if you don't think about it, that's it.
At any rate, I can't show any basis or source.
Even if words were exchanged face-to-face, what could be communicated would not be so different from a piece of paper.
(Where should we go? Teito? I know it's okay now, but I don't really feel like it.)
Elda heads to the regular golem carriage station near the gate while pulling a large travel bag with wheels.
The speed of action is on her. Even now, he has survived this.
(It's too early to go back to the kingdom. But not in the east either. There is the Virgin, the natural enemy of brainwashing)
After thinking about it, it was the Empire City that made the decision.
Wherever you go, you have to leave for Empire once. Besides, it was a long time ago that brainwashing came out exposed.
Staying or leaving would be fine while exploring the situation.
(It's nice not to get bored, but physically tough wow)
The beautiful woman in white longcoat "Toga" walked to the edge of the square, sounding the wheels on the cobblestone.
At the same time, a little north of the city to the north.
A world tree in the heart of the Spirit Forest. Among the large uros in the deepest part of its roots were gathered the high elves.
This is the most magical place in the world tree. A young tree used to grow here, but the dead tree had already been removed.
I don't think there's a problem.
One nods satisfactorily.
What we're doing is getting ready to shoot a spiritual cannon. The first stage of magic was activated earlier.
In the middle of the space, at about knee height, a magic formation painted in white floats. The diameter would be enough to have extended both arms into a cup.
"If this magic formation is filled with light, you will be able to move the next one. We'll all get together again."
The Acting Speaker stares at the magic formations that spin smoothly without sound and speaks so. Words are polite, but not emotional in tone.
The shoulder high elf seems to have made the choice to kill emotions in order to bring together my strong colleagues.
"Do you need three stages? I don't know what else to do, it's teethy."
Thick, eyebrow high elves bend their arms and brows.
The High Elves can't move a giant magic formation called Spirit Cannon from the beginning. With the power of a small magic formation, it's a mechanism to activate a one-step magic formation.
"Spirit Cannon"
It is part of the Magi Carta, the Great Charter, and an iron hammer to make it abide by the rules laid down by the Magi Carta.
It originally starts automatically, but the Great Charter Magi Karta has never ordered it before.
What the elves are doing is forcing it to stand up manually. Even when activated in the Spirit Forest War, it is this way.
Because it was not originally intended to be used, it took the form of using out-of-purpose nursery equipment for young trees.
"We have to decide on the scope and the power within the moment."
Acting Speaker with a thick eye for fatigue to the verbal high elf.
"... right, I was accidental. Then, ladies and gentlemen, please come up with your own proposals by next time. We'll take a vote on the spot."
That's what the chancellor said, leaving all the decisions to a majority vote.
Until evening, just a few moments away from the King's Capital.
Finished defeating a bunch of small warcraft resembling wolves, I went back through the East Gate to the hangar of the Merchant Guild Knight.
(Has it also appeared near Wang Du?)
Attacked was a regular golem carriage. It is a flight connecting Awok to the west.
The injury didn't come out because the cabin was solid. If it was a front roof preferred by an individual merchant, it would have been dangerous.
(If that's about it, I could use a C grade.)
This time, I was in Wang Du, so I headed right for it. But if you go far, it's hard to handle.
I'll have to think of something to take care of.
With that in mind, a herbivore called me. I hear the guild chief has business for me.
Were you thinking the same thing?
With that in mind, he walks out to the Merchant Guild, which is built in the face of Central Square.
A small old man, similar to a goblin, was waiting for me in the guild chief's office on the third floor.
I'm sorry I'm busy.
Smile and be recommended to chair, sit down.
The matter asked was completely different from what I had imagined. My son is worried about a couple relationships.
I can't seem to make your wife feel any better.
The young husband says he suffered a lot.
'I don't know which is the problem, myself or my wife. This is one of the most prestigious doctors in the capital. "
He and his wife were in disagreement and came around to talk to me.
"Doctor Slime is two names, not a doctor."
Answering shrugged shoulders doesn't change the grin of the guild leader. "Tauro, you should have more confidence in yourself," he says, a little off.
I was asked to do something about it. I decided to accept it because they put their hands together.
"From now on?
At the same time as I respond, Grandpa Goblin starts arranging golem carriages. I will also skip the use that I am going to make.
Though I'm surprised, I also feel that it's the usual thing.
We're headed to the Imperial Mansion.
Until I'm ready, I'll listen to them.
An imperial house, but a merchant in a clean kingdom. They put it on because the main trading partner is the Empire.
(Sounds familiar)
Many of the roofing names with 'shops' in the name of the counterparty's country were in previous lives.
"There's gonna be a golem mine in the big hole. We have a big deal over there."
Now that the mineral values have fallen, the margin of interest is thin. Profits are considerable, however, due to the large amount of money handled.
Even the kingdom merchant guild says he's a big merchant fighting for one or two.
"Then we can't do it without you."
The Golem carriage arrives while doing so. Get in with the guild leader and head west across Central Square.
The Imperial Shop is located east of Central Square in the mall. But the mansion says it's northwest Upper Town.
(North of Pleasure Street)
Across the boulevard running west, opposite where I live. I'm not familiar with it.
The scenery after turning north on the pleasure streets is full of hand-carved marble buildings. The Mansion of the Mid-Imperial House was slightly different in color.
(hey, is this the 'imperial style'?)
Grand mansion with accentuated horizons, made of sandy stone. Boneless but steady.
I follow behind someone who looks like a deacon with the guild chief as I look around.
It was a big room, with a king-size bed in the center, with three pairs of men and women waiting in line for us.
"Thank you for coming to our busy place"
Be greeted and return the greeting.
Same age as me. About thirty couples, young husband and wife. The two pairs on each side are friends and wives.
"Actually, I had the same problem. I wish I could give them a tour, too."
Sorry to bow my head, a young fat husband who seems to grow up well. There's no reason to say no, so I'll smile and agree.
Shake hands with your wife quickly and activate the Devil's Eye. Let's start with a check-up.
(Hmm. Not much developed.)
It is normal to faintly glow or disappear, even if you have done nothing. But it doesn't.
Probably the one with the problem is your wife.
Think arm in arm about what to do. I came up with something, and I overheard the next guild leader.
"I don't think so."
I got ink from an experienced ancestor in my life, and I called a butler to ask for something.
"Brushes, Paints, Paint Plates"
Whatever I wanted was immediately delivered with water spills, served in a basin.
I have dozens of brushes, but this must have been because of the bad way I asked for them. Instruct while reflecting.
"Bye, ma'am. Get naked and lie on your back in bed."
He was prepared, and he obeys honestly. The way a classy woman looks like she looks embarrassed is pretty good.
I knelt on my bed, looked at my skin tone canvas with a serious look on my face, and took a brush.
Come in, between your chests.
Place a dry brush in the valley of your chest. When one end is released, land it in the lower left corner, slightly to the right.
From there, run the middle of your belly in a straight line toward your lower abdomen.
"Hmph."
I just let the brush jump with my groin jewels, and my wife spoke up and made me stretch myself out.
(Not dull. I'm sure this weakens your husband's blame)
Thirty road man with a fuzzy feel and a gentle looking atmosphere. Dear wife, maybe you're being overly careful.
I put it through her chest to her groin as I analyzed it, and I drew a big word of 'forever' and went.
By the time his wife's flank was stretched to the right, light dots and muscles were rising everywhere.
(That's "Yongzi Yafa," Epp Hachi ")
Basic and extreme. I nodded and spoke sharply with a harsh look.
"Red!"
A brush containing red paint, instantly offered by the butler.
I'll paint the tip of your wife's chest with it, and I'll explain it to your husband.
"I'm going to dye your wife's good spot with paint"
My demon eye can see the sensitivity of the target at the color temperature. From the lower, red, orange, yellow, and white.
These four colors are also available.
"Huh! Come on!"
Every time I run an armpit, behind my ears, a jewel and a brush, my wife shows off a nod on her back. I stared at my sweaty, red skin, and I shouted.
"Cloth! And orange"
The tip of the chest changed from red. Wipe off the paint and apply the tip, which stood pimped, from the bottom again and again with a brush.
"Cloth again! Now it's yellow."
Along the way, the temperature went up even further.
Then a little later, I tell my husband before his wife, who is totally like avant-garde art.
"The painted place is the weakness. Remember carefully, over and over again. That will definitely solve the problem."
A little fat husband who receives the dry brush offered and spits it up to the swallowing bed.
Gently and carefully brush areas of color.
(If it's a brush, it doesn't have to work. If you can't be abusive, this one should suit you better)
Ma'am, raising her yellow voice at color temperature and twisting herself to indicate the correctness of my thoughts. Meanwhile, your husband breathes roughly. Obsessively follow with a brush.
I think you liked it.
"Um, the paint's flowing."
Looking at her hunting down her wife on the bed headboard, the looking back husband tells her with a troubled look.
If you look at it, it's the base part of the leg with the big open leg. It had been completely washed by intermittent eruptions of spring water.
Unfortunately, I guess I've never left my wife in this state.
"... that you no longer need paint."
Me with a gentle grin. One husband makes a look like a scale fell out of his eyes.
Next, he took off his pants and covered his wife.
(I wonder if the friendliness is beautiful. Couples are well rounded, well done)
Looking at the couples working together, I feel satisfied.
Then from behind, there was a reluctant offer.
"Well, why don't you ask us, Professor?"
It is a couple of friends. They are all blushing, I guess, because they were put to the current sight.
Check it out, it's the same situation as the Imperial House trail son.
(My husband is too gentle. Friends must have similar temperaments)
Then the solution should be the same. Again, I wave a brush over your wife.
Draw 'forever' and paint the colors. In the middle of the work, fuzzy questions arose.
(If you have a lot of experience in a whorehouse, this shouldn't happen)
Somewhere, someone will tell me.
Maybe he was done with a maid in the mansion until he got married. If the attentive girlfriends were overreacting in their acting, this situation could also happen.
(That?)
third person while making unfounded assumptions. But here I am, leaning my neck wide.
(elbows and knees)
The good news is, people are different. To date, some people have glowed over similar areas.
The problem is that crawling a brush there doesn't strengthen the light.
(That's crazy)
In case of trouble, talk to your manager.
Soon I took off my mature maid and played with the brush, Grandpa Goblin. Catch it from behind and listen.
"What the hell is that? I don't want to do this."
While indicating how unhappy you seem to be with the interruption, reply very carefully.
The little old man suddenly bit his wife on her knees as she jumped on the bed.
"Hiaaaaah!
Screaming like ripping a cloth and stretching and cramping legs as if hung.
Grandpa Goblin got kicked straight up and then fell out of his head between his thighs. There, furthermore, your wife's water cannon hangs in pursuit.
Surprisingly, she reached it with her current bite.
And the old man rose up, and uttered his wet face with a pepper and a tongue.
"This is the place."
I bow my head deeply, me and my friend's husband.
Thus the Merchant Alliance's problem was solved.