The time is before noon. I rode the old lady Old Lady and was walking down the street from Awok to the north. It is the path that knocked down the two great lizards who attacked the caravan by sniping them from a distance.
A few days after the Imosques felt something. No information like this has come in yet.
(If something happens, you'll see. I'm more focused on my work now)
Wood golem exorcised today. They're showing up in the woods ahead and eating up trees.
Although the old lady "Old Lady" of Class B will go, in fact, the class C project. It is an easy-going thing.
(Hmm? That dust, the knight)
On my way, north. I could see it springing up in the distance.
Gradually larger, rhythmic ground swings. Definitely running.
(Class C of the Knights of the Kingdom)
I'll move the old lady Old Lady to the edge to give way. The merchants and travellers must have noticed, too, starting to pull the golem carriage over the shoulder of the street.
Class C walks past us with no concern at all and hits the golem carriage with kicking dust.
(If I do, we'll have a complaint soon)
Merchants start walking the Golem carriage again when the sand and dirt that dance around them subside. You look annoying, but you won't be suing the Knights of the Kingdom.
It is the one called the difference in position with civilian knights.
(Seemed to be in a lot of a hurry, maybe carrying a flash report)
Reminds me of the three spiritual beasts in the garden, scratching their cheeks with their fingers as they frown root. But I don't even go after him and ask him.
He later noted to his heart that he would ask the Guild Commander, and began to walk quietly through the indelible streets of earth and dust.
"Then I'll shoot you, all of you, stay down."
Soon after that, I arrive at my destination, and I tell the old woody men with an external voice.
A short distance away was a dessant doll of about the same size as the knight, clutching the trunk with a hug to the giant tree.
Neither the old lady "Old Lady" nor the woody old man has any interest in it.
"Oh, shit."
While standing, shoot an F-ranked arrow of light (magic missile). That's it.
When I tell him it's over, the woody old men flock to a wood golem broken in two from their torso. I guess what started waving the axe was getting some kind of drop.
"Well, I'll be home now."
Tell the old ladies' leaders to turn their backs on the old lady Old Lady. In the cockpit, I was thinking about what was going to happen.
(Along the way, do you want to go for lunch?)
Stopped by is along the street, a village the size of which is there. There must have been a specialty dish.
Park him on one knee outside the village and descend to the ground struggling with ropes with lots of knots.
When I spoke to the villagers who were the gatekeepers, they said they would watch the old lady Old Lady.
"It helps. Please keep it."
I'd appreciate it. I gave him the chip. When I asked him what store he was looking for, he smiled and pointed at one of the houses behind him.
Despite being a village, there was a short but queue in front of the store.
(I've been doing it for a long time.)
After a few lines, I arrived in my seat and ordered a large assortment. There's only one menu, so you don't have to get lost.
It was like soba noodles with little juice in the big dust that was carried right away.
(Rumor has it this way)
No forks, no spoons, no chopsticks. All I have is two long leeks placed in a basin.
Looking around, the guests were holding the green onion with both hands and scratching the noodles into their mouths. It takes a few strokes along the way, so it gradually gets shorter.
I'd say it's an interesting way to eat.
(The hassle of carving a drug-flavoured leek. I guess that's the beginning of skipping that)
Between farming tasks, a lunch to make. Me moving leeks with that imagination on my own.
Difficult to eat, but refreshing and tasty.
(My stomach's swollen, now my groin's swollen)
Enough sleep. So my appetite was satisfied, so it would be natural for me to be an organism. But I won't rush to the King's Landing.
A pink rising flag is out in front of the front door, heading to a private house.
This is a homemade whorehouse. Where there is demand, there is supply.
(Well, what's it like)
Into the house, holding your heart so you don't expect too much.
In the late twenties and mid thirties, it is said, 'Around the age when you will want to open a homemade whorehouse'.
Myself and the partner I seasoned. They feel confident about the flavor and want people to try it.
(You get stirred up around you and you get worried about that)
Entertainment when guests arrive at home.
"Very good," "This is going to be business," "I go to Wangdu once in a while, but you guys are better."
At that time, I feel like I'm going to succeed because of mixed reviews of the compliments I receive.
Of course, they may become reputable enough to queue up and hire people to make the store bigger. Or be recognized for your strengths, take the path of a lawyer, etc.
(But that's a very small part of it)
Most of the time, they're blocked by the thick walls of reality and they close their stores.
"Welcome to our store!
The voice of a couple in their thirties has drawn me back to consciousness.
This place is run by a couple, men say their wives, women say their husbands do the other.
(Not bad)
If you do, your wife with curly long brown hair. The appearance is above standard simply by leaving the store.
I decided to ask for it.
(Hmm, I like this couple's bedroom)
I use my home as is, so the playroom stays in the room for everyday use.
Lie back on the sofa for two as you inhale the smell of someone else's house all over your chest. And I look at my standing wife.
(What? I suddenly take it off)
Shortly after I admire the flashy personal clothes, I end up in underwear. Look at that, how much my tension decreases.
It's not a bad style, but it didn't suit my taste in underwear.
(Though I know it's fancy)
Purple bra and shorts in floral lace. Moreover, it is transparent and the fabric area is extremely narrow.
The wife puts her hand on the back of her head and poses, while she spins a crunch on the spot to show off. The butt part is totally stringy.
I make one thought with that figure and the atmosphere.
(This is probably a female perspective)
It's just a personal opinion, but the sexiness a woman thinks and a man thinks is different.
Sometimes a woman's clothing that she thinks is "less exposed and more plain" is accepted by men as "clear and soothing."
(Well, people have their own preferences)
But at least I don't have the sensibility to get excited with T-back string bread.
(Your husband's hobby? No, maybe he's letting his wife do what she wants)
It's a store that started out with a high taste. That's likely to happen. Playing across me, which then began, turned the possibilities into certainty.
"What do you think? I'll be great."
Such feelings are conveyed with a hint.
If the choreography is done a lot, the amount of exercise is certainly amazing. But if it's tied to taste, the answer is no.
(Sorry, but this store won't be that long)
I think as a single guest.
I'm a fairy-shaped customer, so I don't make loud claims about improvements. If it doesn't fit, I'll just stop coming to the store.
(Looks like there's something else, why don't we go to another house)
I have a full stomach, but I still have some leeway in the ballbag.
We decided to head to the same pink flag house a little further away.
"Welcome"
There was only one skinny young lady in there who seemed to be in her late twenties. I hear your husband is out in the field.
When asked, she bought a pork golem for farming, so she started hoping it would help her pay.
My hobby is this way.
Short bob with less decorative upper and lower white tones. The skirt length is enough for the knee to come out if you sit down.
Though it is neat, it is within the bounds of everyday wear. As a result, it feels like my husband interrupted a normal home away from home.
"I'd love to have a guest, but if I'm not coming, I can't help it"
I guess that's the attitude. That's the oldest business in the world. As long as you have a body, you can start.
I decided that I would move better because there was no atmosphere to aggressively set me up from my wife.
"Shall we begin then?"
And first, a chill look at a bra from a short-sleeved armpit. After the skirt is turned and enjoyed, force the wife to put up the skirt.
He also dared to turn his buttocks obsessively from above his clothes.
(Soothing)
A bewildering amateur smell creeps through my mind.
Next, hold your wife from behind and sit deep on the couch. And once again, from the top of his clothes, he slowly rubbed both his breasts.
(Ooh. This elasticity is pretty good)
It's a small swing, but it feels like the grip is going to work out. My jaw came up as I kept rubbing for a while, so I slid my hands between my armpits and the fabric.
The two projections hitting the fingertips were stiff and sharp and pointed.
Your thighs are open.
Until just now, they were closed together perfectly, but now I think I have one or more fists between my knees.
Pull your hands out of your chest and flatten the inside of your thighs. Thin but slippery flesh, very good.
Here the wife raised her voice loudly.
(It'll feel good. But I'm not gonna let you play the goal.)
Touching, too, is only to the base of the leg. Work the demon eye and keep inching it in the last minute condition.
(Yes, yes, no)
Grab my arms, please, ma'am. But ignore it.
When I find out, I move my hips and try to direct my hands. But this, too, is perceived by the devil's eye and gloriously through.
I finally reach out to my own groin, but this I won't allow to hold my wrist disappointingly.
(I only have one bullet left because I put it out at the store earlier)
That's why I haven't taken my pants off yet.
A skinny wife screaming close to crying and stuffing on my lap. Calculating the time to take a shower, I entered the production at a critical time while jerking off the clock on the wall.
By the way, your wife stays dressed. Only white shorts are dropped to their knees.
(Thanks for waiting. Ah)
A wife who is burned and waiting to take the blow and reaches the summit all at once. My move to get in and out hard won't allow me to go back to her.
As a result, his wife's shouting was no longer a human language.
(Ugh, feels good)
Natural body reactions by instinct would also be comparable to the moves of Wang Du's advanced whorehouse.
This is it. This is it.
A thin body that pulses its entire body hard and tries to squeeze it out independently of its will. Now he threw it out, sparing no effort, and drank it in his lower mouth until he felt comfortable.
(Ugh, great)
The play is over, and I'm headed to the bathroom alone to take a shower.
His wife, who put him to bed on the couch, is responding admirably with the aftertaste. Between the heavens and the earth of the Spirit, many times it seems to go back and forth.
(yes chip)
Clean and refreshed, I put a comparable amount on the table in addition to what I paid in advance.
I'm satisfied, and your wife won't be able to take any other guests today. I'm out of the house in a good mood.
(Hmm?)
So what caught my eye was the appearance of a boy crouching in front of the front door. When he looked at me, he stood up to jump, and he listened with impetus.
"Uncle, are you done?
If you swing as you nod, the 'Serving Customers' bill hung on the front door. The round coin the boy is holding is probably a silver coin.
I mean, this boy is a customer, too.
(Your wife is in that condition, okay)
Inside is a skinny young lady who is still dressed and continues to react alone with an uncertain gaze.
For a platter of boys who want to do it, the situation that they can do as much as they like without being led won't be bad either.
"You can do whatever you want. Good luck with that."
I gently slap the boy on the shoulder and send an encouragement. The opponent jumped to the front door without worrying.
"Hello! Please Shima-su."
A boy who enters the house and greets him well. This is followed by a surprising voice raised by the boy and a whisper of his wife that immediately makes him imagine the start of play.
I smiled and headed to Old Lady, an old lady who was riding outside the village.
Looking north from Wangdu Central Square, a bunch of spires stand high nearby.
Against the backdrop of the blue sky, this group of buildings shining white as clouds is the royal castle. Now, in the back of the royal castle, there was an urgent meeting before you.
"The Elves use spiritual cannons. The city of the Imperial North is extinct, no survivors for the inhabitants'
This is the agenda. It was the class C knights issued by the ambassadors stationed in Imperial City who brought the newspaper.
Important and tragic content, but there was no sense of sadness on the floor. It would be because it is a dispute between an enemy country during the truce and an elf tribe that does not border.
"It would help if you muddy me. If you drain knights and soldiers on the northern battlefield, it will be easy to reclaim Landburn."
Many nod at one statement and another opens his mouth.
"How about joining hands with the Elves? I don't think it's possible, but if the Empire wins and gets the Spirit Forest, it's important."
Yeah. Of all the people who shake their heads vertically, this time the objection rises.
"The unilateral breakdown of the truce agreement depends on our credibility. There's one place in the empire where you can sprinkle a lot of drugs and rot them from the inside out."
An impressive voice leaks from all over the place, and the proponent is a good face. Take a glimpse of the king sitting in his seat to appeal, and carry on the word.
"Your Majesty. The Great Hole is now dominated by the Borderline Uncle who is in Landburn, but originally that area is part of the Awok. Please return the Empire to us at dawn."
Just as many of them flashed their faces at the majestic noblemen who roamed the empire's largest golem mine.
The drooling prime minister, who had been thorough with the MC and had not expressed his opinion so far, would just as well serve Uncle Awok.
"Ignore Wartime Agreements and Burn the City"
The act is to be disputed, but they do not think that the Spirit Cannon will reach the kingdom. That's why I only felt the 'hater's house was burning across the shore'.
"Hey, do you mind?"
But here, a little old man, similar to a goblin, raises his hand and asks for a statement.
"Wouldn't the archbishop of the eastern country be furious at the deeds of the Elves? The same goes for drugs. If you expose it, the long-lasting friendship between the two countries, Yu Ji, will not end where it cracks."
The guild leader of the Merchant Alliance returns the words "Can you convince me to use drugs first?" and shuts up.
"In my view, the countries of the North and the East will condemn even more heavily the countries of the suburbs on the outer edge."
This points to the 'sweetness of perception of the world situation'.
Because the kingdom is adjacent to the empire, it will probably be dragged by relations between the two countries more than others.
With displeasure, the nobles show their willingness to 'keep quiet the civilian flair', and the bureaucrats wrinkle between their eyebrows, turning their gaze to the thought of 'don't let the civilians make their opinions behind bars'.
"How about that?
While understanding what they think, the little old man returns his gaze in a floating manner.
No one makes a bitter expression, but no one puts it in his mouth. This Phantom, with the Chancellor in his rear shield, had established quite a position in the previous meeting as well.
"Express regret to the Elves and convey condolences to the Empire"
The statement of the guild chief of the merchant guild and the presence of a prime minister who shows consent and strongly holds back. These are the two things that affected them and were adopted.
But I didn't get the endorsement from all the attendees. The part against the Elves, in particular, would be slightly more than half.
'The fact that the thoughtful Elves went into action must have had good reason to do so. We should refrain from unilaterally condemning the Elves'
There were many such opinions.
In the background is the longing for the culture of the Elves. Even without going as far as' elf rash ', the influence of a visibly ancient species was so great that it could not be ignored.
(Man, the power of 'culture' is horrible. Even if the other one doesn't move, take the liberty of this one bending over for the other)
The little old man, very similar to Goblin, took a deep sigh in his heart.