Last night's family meeting decided to ask the Merchant Guild if you could lend the old lady the Old Lady.
That's why I'm heading first thing in the morning to Merchant Alliance headquarters on the east side of Central Square.
"Good Morning"
A counter on the ground floor that is already starting to get crowded when it comes to being faster than the typical attendance hours. Tell him you want to meet with the guild chief, 'go ahead' and a strong, faceted chief pointing his palm to the stairs.
Entering the office on the third floor, there was a small old man sitting in an oversized executive chair and Santa Claus sitting on the sofa in the reception set.
"Actually, I need to talk to you."
Encouraged, he tells' Old Lady I want to use Old Lady personally '.
The goblin guild chief and the white bearded deputy guild chief looked at each other just a little.
"Yes, I am."
Grandpa Goblin, who gives you light permission. On the spot, at the cut end of the note, write 'Allow knights to use' and sign.
If you turn your eyes to Santa Claus, this one will also shake your head slowly and vertically as you rub your beard.
(I'm glad we're talking fast, but isn't it strange not to ask one reason?
I've been thinking about excuses for gathering information. Grandpa Goblin laughs when he sees me surprised that I'm going too well.
"Tauro, I don't mind you using it the way you think. If it's slight, you can break it. Yes. But don't give it back."
Strange way to put it. Feeling spooky as it is being seen through, he shifts his gaze to Santa Claus again.
This one, like earlier, snorts silently as he jerks off his white, long beard.
(How far do you know? these people)
Two spiritual beasts: Imoske and Dangolo. It's not strange to know it's in the garden.
Because Mr. Cool and Lightning already have an introduction.
Except Zalatan, though. I don't think the Great Spirit Beast, which is 200 meters long, is swimming in a pond with a flat hand size.
(Plus I decided to move to Spirit Lake last night)
Whatever you think, Tsuji doesn't fit. But it is true that you admitted it without conditions.
I decided to stop thinking hard and thank you for borrowing it.
"Then we will use it as soon as possible, starting this afternoon"
Me getting a slice of the note and leaving the room in a courtesy.
(Keep going to the Knight Hangar at the East Gate)
Talk to a young mechanic with a thin line, then go back to the house to talk to the family. The legs of the old lady Old Lady will make it to the eastern lake for the stars to come out later in the afternoon.
I go down the stairs with such an appointment in mind.
In the office after I left, Santa Claus, sitting on the couch, spoke to his boss.
"Are you glad you didn't ask why?
The asked guild length narrows his eyes and returns them with a calm look.
"In Tauro's case, you'd better let him like it. Yeah. Maybe we can do something we can't do."
No matter how informative Grandpa Goblin is, he's not 'foreseeable about everything'. After looking at the abilities and personalities of his subordinates this time, he decided to give them a 'free hand'.
"If I can't, I don't mind. Originally, the knights of the Merchant Alliance had no role in doing this to the Elves. If you come home safely, that'll be enough."
It was Santa Claus showing his consent while smudging his proud white beard.
Further north of the Royal Castle, north of Central Square, is the residence of the Knights of the Kingdom.
An off-duty ponytail was picking up a late breakfast in that dining room today. He carries scrambled eggs to his mouth silently, spooning them with lettuce.
"Oh, dear."
When greeted and looked up, there was the figure of a big girl with a breast who was a good friend and a neighbor's room.
Likewise the part-time braided big tits super boobs place the tray with the boiled sausage as the main part and sit in the opposite seat.
"Man, can I introduce you?
Stab a sausage with a fork with plenty of mustard and say it as it rocks left and right in front of the ponytail. I guess I'm looking from laughing at both ends of my narrow mouth and wondering why Waldon did it last night.
Ponytail imagined fighting Tauro, his rival, blaming himself with his fingers from front to back on the bed.
"... I don't need it. Besides, have you had enough of Mr. Lightning?
I dare ask in a grumpy voice as I become aware of the red stain on my nose. Until recently, my best friend in front of me had turned his fever on a pilot with a wife and child who had been seconded by the Nicea Cassian State.
Immediately after his return, he was so depressed that he fell asleep for a few days.
"Women grow up in love."
After looking far and answering, he immediately returned his gaze to the ponytail, lowering his eyes and loosening his mouth.
"After a long journey of love that you can't turn around, it's a loved love with someone who stays on your side and makes you gentle."
Braided tits super big tits with their sides tightened and big breasts swinging left and right and suddenly starting to talk about meeting. Loving best friends seem obsessed with new thinkers.
(... I was turning up so much heat. Weren't you the benefactor of your life?
He snorts and listens appropriately, even as he sighs and exhales.
Ponytail, who had finished eating earlier, said goodbye to his best friend, who kept talking about 'It's a date today', and left the dining room behind.
(What shall we do now? Maybe I'll go to the store once)
A store is a junior whorehouse who works part-time while serving as a pilot for the Knights of the Kingdom, called "Uniform Specialties. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! About.
When I say part-time, it's not for money. Seeking a place to fight the hateful enemy.
(When I went yesterday evening, I didn't have an appointment. But then, he might be here.)
He is the man who made him a former classmate of the Pilot's School and is now a Merchant Guild Knight Pilot. I don't like the way that Ponytail fights, which can't be grand.
(Unacceptable. Guy like that)
To the pilots of the Civil Knights, my boss appreciates them more than the Knights of the Kingdom himself. Then when it comes to on the bed, this one is so bad that I want to describe it as ravaging.
(But it's okay. I'm getting stronger too)
Enough image training last night. There should be no more accidental strikes at the back to take the back.
I felt the fighting spirit creep up in the back of my stomach, while opening the store's "Uniform Specialty Store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'He entered the store through the back entrance.
"You've come to a good place."
(10) I was cleaning the lobby with the Broom, Grandpa Concierge. Finding her, she smiles as she stretches her spine and holds her hips down with her hands.
Convinced of his reservations about the look of it, Ponytail's lower abdomen rolls "Tagi" all at once with fervent fighting spirit. It's literally all overflowing.
"I was wondering if you could attend the next joint event."
Unfortunately, they're not. Drop your shoulders just a little bit and ask for an explanation.
That's what junior whorehouses do by gathering together and inviting regular guests. It seems there have been occasions before, but this time it will be held on a larger scale because of the sponsorship attached.
"The back street of the pleasure district. You have to borrow the corner. It would be amazing."
tables and chairs in the unpopular lobby. Encouraged to sit there, the concierge brought the crate from the office behind the counter.
And what was arranged out of the box on the table was a stick about the thickness and length of a single short wand, Wand, and thumb.
"You know what? It's a toy invented by Wind Clouds in the Industry."
Suspicious facial ponytail prompts you to take the thumb stick. And to her fist, she turned to the end of the short wand Wand.
I heard it was a toy, so the ponytail also looks ahead to the short wand Wand without a sense of crisis.
"Then grip me hard. That."
Shaken small, the light flies from the tip of the short wand Wand to the fist.
"Hih!"
A ponytail that unwittingly raises its voice and removes its thumb stick. Because suddenly the thumb stick vibrated violently in my hand.
There was a grin on Grandpa Concierge's face as if the prank had succeeded.
"It's called shooting each other with a short wand. Out is a harmless arrow of light just dazzling, but when hit, its stick trembles"
If they say so far, Ponytail can tell. She and I are one of the women who works in the whorehouse.
(The reason is to plant this in your stomach and fight it. And if you hit the arrow of light, the stick trembles inside)
Reminds me of the thumb stick rumbling earlier, tension running on my abs.
Grandpa Concierge placed the short wand Wand on the table and continued the description. The sponsor is a wind cloud child in the industry, and the purpose seems to be to promote this toy.
"Show me the strong spot here and I can sell the name of the store. I think that will lead to attraction."
You're an active pilot, so this kind of thing is for real, right? He asks. Ponytail strained his chest and stared back with a confident eye.
"To be clear, I'm strong. I don't know if they're other shopkeepers or customers, but isn't it a bad idea if you stop beating them up?
After closing his eyes on the favor, Grandpa Concierge shook his head to the left and right.
"Don't worry. Apparently, when a woman loses only weakly and unilaterally, she quickly gets bored."
The whorehouse began to put together a massive set in the store that mimicked Wang Du and mainly played by toys. They analyzed it from the track record there.
Thinking in a more positive atmosphere, Grandpa overlaps words.
"Of course not to you, but I'd like to help from your friend if I can. I was wondering if you could speak up."
A friend would mean braided tits super big. Before she joined the Knights, she wore a pilot's school uniform in this shop and sat on a chick stand.
"I'll lend you about two sets, so why don't you consider it?"
That's what I said, put it in a cloth bag and hand it to Ponytail.
I took care of this store for a reason. Basically, he agreed to think about it and left the store behind.
Ponytail headed straight to the Knights of the Kingdom quarters and back to his room. When I closed the door, I locked it and lined the table with a short wand, Wand, and a set of thumb sticks.
(... I need to try it myself before I talk to people)
She stuck her hand in both sides of her tight skirt and slumped down her underwear. Breathe out and slowly welcome forward.
When it fitted to the roots, he returned his underwear, held the short wand Wand backwards and fired.
"Nku!
A young, supple, forged body of ponytail that grabs both sides of the table hard and often stiff. Shake the short wand (wand) again to release the vibration and exhale heavily.
(Fine, it won't work)
The girl with her hair together behind her back in a slightly twisted face, repeatedly breathing rough in the form of a covering on the table.
When my breath came in, I noticed something in my sight. That's another set of toys.
(... what are you thinking, me)
A ponytail that closes its eyes strongly and shakes its head left and right after seeing it with a slight eye.
(If you can't)
But when I open my eyes, my gaze is drawn to the thumb stick. Ponytail pulls his mouth together and swings the bundle of hair left and right again.
But she has found an excuse to justify her desires.
(This is training. It's what I need to do to beat him)
A ponytail that reaches out to the thumb stick on the table with a look like it floated in heat. Lower your underwear again and lift it back in a forward leaning position.
And over time, I push in quietly.
(also tough to sit in a chair)
Finish your storage, fix your outfit and sit in a chair. And as he swallowed his spit, he held the short wand Wand backwards with both hands.
(I'm coming. Be prepared me)
She just breathed heavily, jumping up and hanging from the sound of her fists hitting the door in a row. Immediately after that recoil, I groaned loudly at my face.
"Are you there? Listen to me."
It is the voice of braided tits super big tits.
I tried to pretend I wasn't there, but as soon as I could straighten it out, I gave up the short wand Wand on the table. And when I got up from the chair, I unlocked it.
My best friend who came into the room is in a diagonal mood.
"True, sucks. I didn't think so."
Thank you. The results of today's outing were not good.
(Wonder if you could come home soon)
A ponytail of inch-stopping, life-killing that properly listens to stupidity and sighs in your heart.
Braided Big Super Boobs just exhaled some indignation and noticed the short wand "Wand" on the table.
When I take it in my hand shortly after I stop, I stare seriously and see the engraved lettering on the bottom of the grip.
"This is a toy you've been working on lately."
Unlike the lord of the room, my best friend seems to be familiar with caring.
Then braided big tits super big looking for a pair of thumb sticks. I noticed I couldn't find it and distorted my face nasty.
"Heh, surprise. I'm interested."
Laughing like a little devil with half an eye, wave the short wand Wand toward the ponytail without warning. The arrows of light emitted from close quarters quickly hit the belly of the ponytail, vibrating the previous thumb stick.
"Whoa, whoa!
Ponytail that suppresses groin and plunges to the table. Braided Big Super Big Tits suggests looking at the short wand "Wand" that remains on the table when you swing it another time to release it.
"Haha, I'm sorry. Looks like we have two sets, why don't we play against each other? I was wondering, too."
But Ponytail doesn't reply. Stay on the table.
Braided into its appearance, the woman's mind fell as thunder to her super tits brain.
"Huh? Wait a minute. Really? Really."
I grabbed the short wand Wand with the look of incredibility and waved with both hands shortly after I stopped. Ponytail, devouring the two shots of the arrow of light, fell to the floor screaming, suppressing the front and back.
"Stop! Disarm it. Eh!
But Braided Big Super Big Tits opened her mouth with a short wand "Wand" hanging in her hands, just staring at her best friend's state of affairs.
It is the moment when the category 'Doubles' was born on a toy devised by the wind cloud children of the industry.
Here the storyteller turns to Tauro again.
Having been granted permission to use the Alliance Knight personally, I left that afternoon slowly.
Buying emergency food, water, etc. in the mall and loading them in the cockpit of the old lady, the Old Lady, slowed them down.
Whatever your thirst is, the potion won't make you bloated.
I think I'm making the old lady "Old Lady" jog down the street to the east. I only travel hovers intermittently because they are occasionally different from golem carriages.
Even if a knight is used individually, the complaint goes to the Merchant Guild.
(I wouldn't need this much)
I look back at the big cloth bag I shoved behind the cockpit, and I laugh bitterly.
"Transfer to Spirit Lake in the middle of the night and return after damage to the world tree"
It's a day trip, so I'm exaggerating three days worth of food. It's really like me around getting ready.
(All right, arrival)
We reached the southern shore of the eastern lake on the verge of sunset. Even if I'm late to get out, I'm on schedule, probably because I was looking at quite a bit of extra time to travel.
He turned to the old lady "Old Lady" 's face into the sky in the direction of Wang Du and stared at the sunset.
(Don't let that be the light of fire)
Beneath the red clouds is the capital where my favorite people and spiritual beasts live.
I think of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, Exploding Bottom Sister, and Grandpa Goblin's face, and I renew my determination.
I grabbed my cell phone food, drank water, and stood up and pissed in the lakeside woods, getting stung by insects. Wait for the time to pass, doing the luxury of using magic to treat it.
By the time people dived into their beds and dropped the lights, a wave of Zaratan had arrived to inform them of their arrival.
(I can't see it from the shore because I'm offshore)
In the pond of the garden, the transitional magic formation, which looked blue and glowing. Some of the perspectives are low here, and I have no idea.
Change the position of the old lady Old Lady from one knee to the middle waist and proceed to the surface with a hover move.
(... it's awesome)
It was two islands that I could barely see.
part of the abandoned methyl and the upper half of his face. That's about it, but it's as powerful as it is against nature.
(Then it's natural to be scared of heavy horseback riding "Heavy Lancer" or torsional horns (capricorns))
I couldn't imagine a turtle 20 centimeters tall with both hands.
"Say hello."
I feel uncompressed and make the old lady Old Lady crawl up my back.
The giant turtle, with its head on the water and looking back, stared at the Class B knight of the Merchant Guild, sticking snugly on the armor.
(It's what I wanted to see)
I remember when I used D-rank injury treatment magic in the old lady's post-renovation exam.
It was activated as a power magic, but it was absorbed by the knight and the response remained.
"Old Lady's Old Lady injury, not fully healed but healed"
This is what experience tells me. But I've also proven that my three kinds of magic only work against creatures.
Assuming they're both right, there's one answer that comes up every second.
"The Old Lady Is Alive"
But I was unacceptable, and I went back to my home and talked to a long-lived tortoise.
I guess I have an idea because I glanced at you for a moment. Rarely, he said, 'Kono Eye De Seeing Thailand'.
But no good way was found, and it had been shelved before.
"What kind of thing?
I'm a family member, so I don't need external audio. Zalatan, who picked up the waves of my heart, quietly returns the waves.
For some reason it seemed sad, and it contained pathetic wavelengths.
"... Izure, consult Ni Rinte Itai"
Sounds like a heavy story.
(I'd love to hear it, but you should wait until Zaratan cares about it)
If you're in danger, you'll stop me from riding. If you don't use more magic than B-rank, you must have no problem.
"That's good. If there's a piece on the Spirit Cannon, it's as much as it takes."
Upon receiving the answer, the tortoise turned back to the front and painted a giant magic formation glowing thin blue in the water.
(If you're a B, you should be okay to dive)
Slowly sinking, living island. Me telling myself to stick to that back.
(... like this)
Fortunately, the old lady's Old Lady cockpit did not flood, nor did it suffer.
"Class B can do a lot of work underwater."
There seems to have been no mistake in teaching in the pilots' school.
It was me breathing relief through the eyes of the old lady "Old Lady" and staring at the magic formation hundreds of meters in diameter glowing in the dark underwater.