The two names of the Wang capital are "Flower Capital".
What comes to mind for everyone would be the west boulevard lined with luxury stores.
But if there are boulevards, there are backstreets and yokochos. And this junior whorehouse was also facing along a narrow alley off the pleasure street.
"Tired."
Speaking up to a colleague sitting on a chick was a girl with three long redheads knitted in a sobakass. I came back after work.
Confirm there are no guests in the lobby. Take the letter out of the bag and look through it several times today.
(Invitation to Pilot's School)
The content is something I would love you to take because I may have the talent of a pilot.
The sender is the Knights of the Kingdom. Sealed wax with a crest is also applied.
(I don't think it's a hoax or a scam because the person who came to deliver said they wore the pilot's badge)
She said she visited yesterday on the day she was off duty and entrusted it to the store. When I went to work this morning, my grandfather gave it to me from the concierge.
(Pilot of the Knights of the Kingdom. Ah. I wanted to taste it once)
If you've come to invite yourself, it's likely that you've nominated and gone as a courtesy.
Even in lower classes, the whorehouse is a place of admiration for ordinary people. But I've never seen a pilot of the Knights of the Kingdoms, even known as the "Nobleman of the Blood", in this little shop at the end of the scene.
(If I'd been at work yesterday, I'd have had a valuable experience)
That's what I'm going to spare.
(What does it taste like? Well, I don't think it's more than "Brother of Fire Alcohol")
"Brother of Fire Alcohol" is a recently made regular customer who walks by looking for himself. And it's also her own favorite.
A colleague at the store knitted three redheads called 'liquor trolls'. But I don't actually like alcohol.
She also has a taste in her lower mouth, lower throat, and lower stomach, where she can taste what a man pours as' booze '.
(but maybe it had a flavor like never before)
Unfortunately, because the pilot is said to be 'unable to be without special talent'. I wanted to know what the difference was with the other guys.
(... let's take it)
I hate to fight, but it's only school I go to. If you take it and go through it, it doesn't mean you have to be a pilot.
(With golem manipulation skills, they don't have trouble finding jobs regardless of their age)
Horses going down the street, pigs pulling "sukiyaki" on large farms, construction sites, etc., and livestock type golems are widely active.
When you save money, go back to the country and open a wine farm. For her dreams, it's definitely a big help.
(It's a life challenge. I have to try the possibilities)
From those who want to be knight pilots, it would be a frowning idea. But this is because of her thin interest in knights.
Differences in values are individual.
"Oh? A fan letter?
A red-haired, three-knit alcoholic child peered in from behind and voiced.
Raising a strange voice to his surprise, he folds the letter to hide it and looks back.
So being at the mid waist was the wife of a twisted hair with a good vibe after playing.
"Something similar, I guess."
A wife sitting on a chick's stage with a grin on the words returned to her as she returned them to her bag. He was a good customer, and he's in a good mood.
There are two to four women who sit on this shop's chick stand at all times. I don't have any guests in the lobby right now, but this is normal driving.
Alcoholic children and wives with hiatsu hair often chatted and waited for visitors.
The place travels east of the pleasure district to the central square of Wang Du.
Opposite the Merchant Guild. In other words, a boneless yet stylish building, built on the west side of the square. That is the headquarters of the Kingdom Adventurer Alliance.
(What to do)
On the top floor, in the Guild Leader's Office, there is one large, magnificent man in the executive chair. He put his arms together and looked up at the ceiling, stirring the chair with his weight.
Old scratches running on short sleeved arms and faces are probably under clothes as well. It's like going up an adventurer.
"What's wrong? Seems like you've been worried since you got back from the royal castle the other day."
Asked the guild chief is a skinny middle-aged man in white.
He is here because he was called, chief of the Adventurer Alliance. But the person I called, at this rate all the time.
And when he was tired, he called out.
"Look at that."
The guild leader moves his gaze from the ceiling to the chief and further moves to the documents on the desk.
That's what I brought back from the royal castle earlier. It says the knight's men and the price they pay down.
They said, "Why don't you buy a C?"
To that word, excuse me, the chief who takes the paperwork. I turn the page with my eyes half-eyed.
I guess you want your opinion. That was the decision, and the chief returned the documents to the desk and opened his mouth.
"Wouldn't you mind?"
To that word, the guild leader staring at the chief. I'm turning my suspicious gaze because I thought I'd be the first to disagree.
Previously, the Adventurer Alliance held two B-Class knights. It was this chief who insisted hard on letting go of one of them.
"... that's surprising"
Warcraft vanished from the streets thanks to the activity of the Merchant Alliance Knight. In proportion, Adventurer Alliance income also fell dramatically.
The reason is because I lost two pillars: 'picking' to 'escort'.
A pack of wagons loaded with merchandise proceeded along the safer streets. Heading there is a large consumer place named Wang Du.
Now it will be natural for adventurers who live in the Wang capital to no longer be asked to collect.
(Warcraft exorcism from the Merchant Alliance. It also hurt to lose that one)
I don't know, the guild leader of an adventurer who wrinkles between his eyebrows and bends his mouth.
On top of being easy and fruitful, it even raises the reputation of the Adventurer Alliance Knight. In retrospect, it was a job that never stopped laughing.
'If you can't earn a match, you should let it go while you sell it high'
Accept the chief's opinion and sell a horse with a camouflage pattern. Pushing the big man's wide back is a fear he has never tasted even in his active life.
Rapidly descending revenues and now undiminished spending were more terrifying than poisonous warcraft.
"Why?
Guild length that turns neck and makes cockroaches sound.
The chief who once claimed to sell and now told me to buy it. The lean middle-aged man of colour and white, asked for his sincerity, returns it in a tone no different from that of plain.
"Class C is significantly cheaper than Class B to maintain. And even if it's a small job, you can expect to make a profit because it costs less."
There are many jobs that would result in deficits if they were grade B, such as exploring less dangerous lands or exorcising less powerful warcraft.
That's why if you decorate the hangar, that'll cost you money. Pilots and mechanics are not unpaid.
"I see."
Deficit work is very unmotivating.
The atmosphere would also be a little better if the knights could be selected according to the difficulty of the job.
"Besides, there have been more sampling jobs in the northern countries lately. Mountains on the border with the Spirit Forest are dangerous and dangerous. I was wondering if a C-level knight would be the perfect escort for the team."
In the description that follows, the guild length shakes the elusive jaw vertically.
Due to the deterioration of relations between the Empire and the Elves, goods were no longer entering from inside the Elves.
The northern countries began to flourish because it was the only remaining trading route and because it was adjacent to the Spirit Forest.
In the mountains on the outer edge of the forest is the grace of the Spirit Forest, its spill.
"Right, suppose I buy a ride. opportunity in the northern countries because of it, it's a shame to miss it"
But there, I shrug my shoulders big.
"If I may, it would be helpful if the relationship continued to deteriorate."
It is only when the world is filled with danger and misery that the Adventurer Guild's true share is unleashed.
"A warcraft travels the streets, and there is danger in getting to the next town." Whether it's a forest near the city, it's suicide to step in without a guard '
This is the ideal time.
"Confusion to such an extent that it is not a war. It'll be a lot easier if you do."
chief to state the word of consent.
If asked, it is not a condemnable word. But as for putting his place in the Adventurer's Guild, it was an honest feeling.
From the Adventurer Guild, return to the Pleasure Street again. This is Jaanne's employee break room.
Several women sit on the couch placed to surround the table, spending time thoughtfully.
Short-haired sister is one of them, dressed like a mixture of Cheer Girl and Time Patrol. Tauroi's explosive bottoming sister had her munchkin's thighs in a combined sigh.
"What's wrong with you? Make wrinkles between your eyebrows."
Exploded bottom sister answering the question of a woman with a large twin tail on her chest in a worrying manner.
That's something called 'I want to have a conversation with Doctor Slime after play, but it doesn't work'. Says there is no room for aftermath because it would be too much of a battle.
"Exploring your private life isn't a compliment."
Twinthe knowing the reason for his obsession, he despises with a shuddering face.
"I know."
Shoulder dropped, small exhaling explosion bottom sister. I understand with my head that academic interest cannot be suppressed.
For her aspiring to be a pharmacist and preferring an old heirloom, Elixir is a dream being. And Tauro is the one who brought in Ambrosia, the raw material.
"Why don't you invite me on an off-store date? You can talk and play without worrying about time."
Proposed by a long-haired woman with long red hair, with a boyish face. In response to that remark, silence descended into the room.
(Is that it? Not in this store?)
To that reaction, red-haired long looking around.
The handling of out-of-store dates varies from store to store. There are some things I hate when it comes to making in-store play less valuable.
"You've just arrived, I don't think you know, but it's very dangerous."
Twinthe puts out the words as he teaches.
Red hair Long is a newbie to the store. But not Rookie.
A woman's contract to work in a whorehouse is like a professional sportsman. As long as you have the strength, you can work in any store across the continent.
If you have 'two names' like a redhead long, all the more so.
"Really?"
Long red hair that returns with no pins.
A native of the East, she visited the famous King's Capital on her way home from the pilgrimage to the Holy City. He came to Jayanne to earn money for his stay.
She was hired immediately because her name was well known and because of the people the store was looking for.
"Big Mouth"
These are the two names for Long Length Redhead Long. Standing position is the successor to the long-time retired "Big Food" Giant Killing.
Big size gentlemen who lose someone to accept and mourn. For them, the store was searching hard for them.
By the way, even if you say big mouth (big mouse), the mouth size on your face is normal.
"At the store, you can call the staff when you need them. But you can't do that outside, can you?
Twinthe continuing description. What it means is, 'I don't have insurance when a guest runs wild'.
A doctor slime massage that I received when I was saved from poor quality ecstasy. Its memories come back, shivering its spine and taking over the words.
"Is that man special? If you do anything wrong, you'll die mentally."
From the riverside of ultra-luxurious pure earth, Twinthe has desperately swimmed back to this world. Realistic words have the weight to make you swallow spit.
The big mouth (Big Mouse), with his face stretched, raised his hands and posed for surrender, exhaling the words with his breath.
"That's the capital of flowers. Hey. I'll just leave it in the store myself."
Let the women who work in Wangdu's finest luxury stores say so far. curious girlfriend, but the fear just outweighed the
"It's time for the break to end. Shall we go?"
Twinthe, who saw the wall-mounted clock, urges everyone to stand up. That's a satisfying look because my advice was heeded.
On the other hand, the exploding bottom sister shrugged her shoulder, probably because her problems didn't resolve.
Counter for chicks, sidelines and bookers. Out in the hallway, they scatter to their respective destinations.
Next time, you had an appointment.
Twinthe, with his hips down to the chicks, arms together to lean against his abundant breasts. Then he puts his hand on one cheek and thinks of the customer.
(He's a person of weight, so if he's covered, he can't escape. If we don't take the lead, we're in big trouble.)
Last time I was in that position, I kept getting blamed for my chest.
Twinthe customers with good sensitivity for sale are limited to sensitive brothers. By blaming each other and reacting violently, the play is made up.
(That was tough)
Twinthe, the entertainment side, has nothing to blame unilaterally. But not on the customer side.
He held back screaming, teasing and licking happily ever after.
(You also remembered my weakness. If they do the same thing, they won't have a body.)
As he lowers his gaze and contemplates measures with a serious look, a red-haired long-haired rookie sitting next to him puts on his peeling arms.
(Looks like a customer. I'm looking at you)
When he whispered and raised his face, it was a thirty man who could not stand there. Whoever it is, it is someone who has just come up on the subject.
(Doctor Slime!)
Make a large circle with your eyes and mouth and scream with no voice.
But that's a first-rate shop worker. When you get yourself back right away, you make a laugh as you pull.
When they laughed happily, one hand came up to greet them.
I guess I picked up the leaked word with my ear. Boyish red-haired long that aligns the tip of her gaze with Twinthe.
(Is that it?
Surprisingly narrow your eyes to a very different impression than you had imagined.
"A big man with thick flesh that grows body hair all over his body and is made of muscle and fat. The groin stick is vicious and emits a male-flavored odor to the contrary. And once the play starts, no one can stop you anymore '
Because of the fear that we all feared, I imagined this kind of sexual superiority.
(Where the hell is this guy, enough to prepare him for 'spiritual death'?)
I'm interested, but I'm reluctant to deal with them. Transfer your seat to the edge of the subtle chick bed and red-haired long looking at the two from afar.
Doctor Slime flew his gaze to her, taking his seat, but quickly returned to Twinthe.
(Twinthe. Long time no see.)
Here, the perspective moves to Tauro.
The only two people who will deal with me are Teaching Light Patrol Sensei and Exploding Bottom Sister. Bad rumors seem to be hard to get rid of, far from a total ban.
Always on the counter for that reason. Even if it ever passed in front of the sideline, it never went to the front of the chick.
It's been a long time since I looked around the store because I arrived earlier than I had booked today.
(Still, my expression is hard on me)
A strong grin would be the best of Twinthe. I accidentally smiled bitterly.
(Hmm?)
What I noticed was an alarming look and a gaze at my hand. For some reason he tries to hide his rich breasts with his arms, staring at the palm of his right hand raised with a greeting.
What is it?
I have no idea, so I tried opening and closing my fingers.
Twinthe then hugs herself hard with her arms and creates an enduring look.
(No way.)
I move my hands to rub to test my hypothesis. Twinthe, who separated the distance, reacted to it, twisting himself and distorting his face.
"When I pretend to tickle behind my feet, I laugh off even though I haven't touched it"
I'm pretty sure it's this phenomenon.
(I knew Twinthe sensitivity was good, but so far)
It is only frightening. The opponent of the play has given up, but this could even avoid getting into view.
(But this, that's kind of funny)
Because of this, I rub the air with both hands this time to deepen the verification.
"... hey, stop"
Twinthe circles himself as he sits and raises his voice in protest.
It's getting fun. I rub rough, pinch the air with my fingertips, open my mouth and move my tongue.
"No, if you can't!
Pull the pinched fingertips in front of each other and let go of them. Twinthe shuddered himself with the screams he pushed to death and stopped moving.
From all around, low twists and fearful sparse applause. At some point, the shopkeepers seemed to be gathering.
(What is that? Attacked from a remote position?
The big mouth (Big Mouse) watching from the side of the chick couldn't believe the sight in front of her.
Five steps, or even six, were free, and the gesture alone reached a colleague.
(If you don't touch this, you can also snort 'spiritual death')
Long, straight red-haired rookie shaking her head vertically just saying she was convinced.
I was deeply impressed by the sight of one of the tops of the Wang Du Hanayu Realm.