Zaratan, the Great Spirit Beast of the Tortoise-shape, who moved from the Lake of the Spirit to the Lake of the East, dropped me off and transferred back to the pond of the Garden Forest.
I walked down the water after the blue light of the magic formation disappeared in Old Lady for Wang Du. A hover winds the water splash backwards, far above the height of the knight.
When I landed on the West Bank, the early sunrise in the early summer had begun to illuminate the back of the old lady, the Old Lady.
(By the time we get to Wang Capital, it's totally morning. This is gonna get crowded)
The closer you get to the King's Capital, the more different golem carriages increase. I can't be bothered by the hover move, so I push and kill the hurry and walk.
By the time we arrived at the East Gate, there was already a long line of golem carriages waiting to enter. Vegetables and fruits are prominent in the luggage truck, so I guess the neighborhood farmers came to sell what they picked in the morning.
(I don't really want to, but let me use my privileges)
The old lady (Old Lady) walks next to the line while keeping an eye on her feet.
Knights are special, whether they are private or not. Strongly say, "Let it pass first," he gives priority to me as a guard.
(Hmm? Daimon's starting to open)
A merchant guild knight, usually in line, walks directly to the gate.
I guess I had something to guess at that appearance. Before I asked, the guards opened the gates.
(Thankful)
Me jumping up the chest armor and lowering my head to the guard at the top of the gate.
After passing, put the old lady (Old Lady) in the knight hangar just beside the east gate and get off the cockpit.
"I'm home now. Thank you for your time."
The thin youth mechanic with the grass-fed lines has just yet to come. So I talked to the guard and decided to go home.
(Zalatan's treatment first)
A tortoise covered in body wounds over a large burn to the face for covering me from the attack of the Elf Knights. I want to cure you as soon as I can.
The report to the guild chief who lent me the knight would be fine afterwards. But there, I realize.
(But what am I supposed to say about reporting? There's nothing we can talk about.)
Think of the sparsely populated morning boulevard as you run west.
"Ride the armor of the Great Spirit Beast Zaratan and transfer to the Spirit Lake. So while fighting the knights of the elves, they did a lot of damage to the world tree."
Honestly, they say it's a virtue, but you just can't do this. I'm not a very smart person, but I have a lot of expectations.
(Well, no. Become later)
The trouble was pushing back and rushing up the external stairs to his home on the third floor.
"I'm home."
When I opened the door out of breath, there were two spiritual beasts that seemed to be waiting for me in the front door. It is a twenty centimetre long eel and a fifteen centimetre dangolia.
"Welcome back!"
Imosuke and Dangolo, who emitted the waves, crawl hard at me with their hips up. And with his feet and head, he started slapping me in the arm.
"Faster, faster"
"Come on."
He took it too seriously and hurried to the living room holding the two. On the bath towel laid on the floor lay a tortoise, twenty centimetres long, feeling perfectly flat.
The tortoise that felt the vibration opens the eyes of those who have not burned to pieces and slowly lifts his head.
(I was anxious to see if the injury had gotten worse, but that didn't seem to happen.)
It's no different than when we broke up at the lake. But for the Imosques, Zaratan's appearance must have been shocking.
"I made you wait."
Lower the two to the bath towel and lift the turtle with both hands instead.
Zaratan opens his mouth to say something, but before I do, I activate the B-rank injury healing magic.
"I'm not on a knight. I don't have a problem using it now."
I've also been dating turtles for a long time, so I can make some assumptions. I guess I was going to say something that would be okay with low-level magic.
For me, both B and E are the same value if used within the number of times a day. Low-ranks, on the other hand, do not emit more light, making them user-friendly and valuable.
When the red light had disappeared from the tortoise's entire body, it had gone from burns to scorch marks of methyl.
"Smanai"
Re-place the thankful Zarathan in the bath towel, and hold the crumbling armor with his hands.
"It is the Lord's duty. Never mind."
He looked tired, so when asked if he would carry him to the pond, Zaratan shook his head small, left and right. He says he's going to sleep here today.
"Worried Kerkalana"
Grandpa Turtle, who came back to the pond before dawn, told Imoske and Dangolow, who were in the garden, what had happened at Spirit Lake.
After that, she was going to stay in the pond until I got here, but she crawled up to the living room because she was concerned.
"If the seniors drown, they say it's tough?
They couldn't help but notice that Zalatan was injured when they found out I was safe. They were watching over the branches on the pond and the stones by the water.
I can't swim, dangolo, I'm not good at water. If it falls, it could be bad.
(I'm connected, so if I go back to the pond now, I'm going to follow)
If we stay together for about half a day, the two of us will feel calm. Being able to do nothing and just waiting at home is a spiritual thing.
The tortoise, which keeps its jaw in the bath towel and quietly closes its eyes, and the eels and dangouts watching over it. When I look at the two of them, I whisper.
"Shall we go to bed?"
I'm worried, but there was a wave of relaxation coming from the two of them. Besides, I'm sleepy, to be honest.
(I went home and saw the faces of the family members of the voicemail, and Zaratan's injuries were healed)
I must have lost my mind because I did what I had to do. After he did his eyes to the two nodding, he came from his bedroom with a pillow and placed it on the floor, lying down with his pilot's clothes.
"Good night."
"Good night."
As we sank into the calm waters, we slept until after noon in the early summer, with the curtains in the living room closed.
The place travels a little northeast to the Merchant Guild on the east side of Wangdu Central Square.
In the office on the third floor, the guild chief and deputy guild chief had received a report from a herbivore mechanic.
"Tauro, you're back."
Speaking in relief was a small old man who resembled a goblin buried himself in an errand chair that was too big for his body. Towards a young mechanic with a narrow nodding line, a deputy guild chief like Santa Claus asks from the couch on the side.
"Was there no injury?
"Yes. He seemed to sleep, but that's all he said. The guard who responded said."
Apparently the herbivore mechanic hasn't seen him since he arrived early in the morning.
Santa Claus listens even more as she mocks her whitey whites with a gentle expression.
"How's the knight?
The answer to the herbivore mechanic is this one is also called 'None'. Armor on the knight's body, he said no damage was seen on either side.
They say there's about dirt, dust, mud and other dirt, and more armor wounds around the legs with a rock repellent.
"It's just that the wand Rifle is a lot of damage"
To the young man who shrugs his shoulders and continues his words, the Deputy Guild Manager raises a single eyebrow and urges him to continue.
"There were numerous burns and cracks on the surface, and in some cases the core material was peeled out. How do I use it that way?"
Face to face, old goblins and Santa Claus. He stopped his bearded hand, and the deputy guild manager opened his mouth.
"I got a scratch on it, can I see it? Yesterday morning, I think it's too soon."
The purpose of Tauro, which the two old men had anticipated, was' to deal with the Elves who burned the city with spiritual cannons'.
The temporal tsuji doesn't fit because he thought he was headed to the Spirit Forest far northwest of Wang Du. But from the information and reaction I gave, I didn't even think I would use the knight for anything else.
"Yeah, bye. Tauro returned unharmed, and the old lady, the Old Lady, is not broken. That's not enough for us."
With a grin, the guild leader jumps from chair to floor.
"If the person asks me to lend it to you again, I'll lend it to you, and if not, still yes. Originally, Tauro, it's not about what you have to do."
"So is that."
From the deputy guild chief indicating consent, the guild chief shifts his gaze to the herbivore mechanic.
"It will be a while before we can see the results. Let's wait till then."
A grass-fed mechanic who doesn't know what's going on is not keeping up with the conversation. All he had to do was gavel at his boss, who closed one eye and looked up and smiled at himself, with an ambiguous look.
From there back west again, this is the back street of the pleasure street. It is a junior whorehouse that Tauro calls the 'End of the Century Whorehouse'.
The liquor store, part of a set imitating the Wang capital, was surrounded by nearly twenty men, with a long table placed on the 'letter of Lo'.
The liquor bottles lining the wall shelves are all painted on wooden boards. Only the table and chairs are real.
"I have a suggestion"
Raise one hand and open your mouth, Grandpa. They were all concierges at the junior whorehouse, and they were having a meeting about the next joint event.
Everyone prompts me with his eyes, and Grandpa takes two sticks about his thumb from the top of the table, left and right hands, and puts them up at eye height.
"I was wondering if it would be interesting to plant this back and forth"
Those who hold one eyebrow wide, those who put their arms together and tilt their necks, and those who scratch their fingers beside their heads with a bump. The reaction is not very good.
An old thief mustache, a summariser, spoke for everyone's feelings.
"Aren't you overburdening the women?
But Grandpa shook his head left and right quietly.
"This suggestion comes from the women's side. He witnessed his friends burying back and forth and enjoying themselves, and he got a flash from it."
With groans, noisy old men. But the red-faced old man, the concierge of the end-of-the-century whorehouse, does not break the elusive look.
"Isn't it cruel to ask everyone for that height? There may be women who are unsure and resigned."
The silence would have come down because each of them had their own store contestants in mind. An old man with a bent back exhales as he shrugs his shoulders.
"We can't do that. Unfortunately, no one has reached that zone."
Many of the old men surrounding the table shake their heads vertically. When he saw it, Grandpa put down his thumb stick and pulled in the suggestion and apologized to the old man.
"Mr. White Lion, I'm sorry to bother you. I seem to have been overwhelmed."
I would add that the look on the faces of those here is extremely serious.
A joint junior whorehouse event was held on a large scale that was not normally held due to the presence of a leading sponsor. I am sincerely trying to make it a success.
"As for the rules, 'Battle Royal Disabled Attacks from Same Sex' would be nice"
Thief Beard as a Summarizer, announcing the next agenda. An old man who's been listening in silence until now opens his mouth like he's impressed.
"From the new model, you were going to be able to set it up in detail. That's Wind Clouds in the Industry, and I'm not looking forward to it."
The event is not only about the demonstration of toys, but also about the significance of the new unveiling. So the topic will be about the current problem, the prize to the winner.
A bonus would be good for the women who are the workers, but it has not been decided what to give to the men who are regular customers.
"At the end of the event, nominate a woman you like to play with. Or free vouchers for later use. You're both weak."
It was the atmosphere of consent that filled the table with someone's words.
I raised my hand here to suggest, even once again, Grandpa. This is the person who proposed two copies earlier.
"Why don't you ask Doctor Slime"
Face-to-face concierges.
Speaking of Doctor Slime, he is also known as the treasure of the Wang Du Hanayu Realm, a celebrity whose nomination is refused the more he goes upstairs with the advanced whorehouse, your three houses. For the concierges at the junior whorehouse, he is also the benefactor who treated the worker during the poor quality ecstasy incident.
"Is it Doctor Slime?
Attendees tilting their necks. There can't be strangers, but I didn't know how to tie them to the prize.
While enjoying the reaction, Grandpa carries on the words.
"Give the men who remain until the end the right to 'nominate a woman you like to play with'. Asking Doctor Slime is for a woman."
Massage that is therapeutic and at the same time makes you feel better. It is said to be used to raise it to the point of explosion and then give it to a male customer.
Sensitivity and aggressiveness should be higher than usual because it is like a squeezed bow.
"Attacked by a woman, fiercely sought after, no matter what"
It was fresh and delightful.
"... that sounds interesting, but what would you do to thank Kamihito? I'm not convinced enough people can make it to your house for a small amount of money."
Grandpa returns the answer with a gentle grin to the thief beard inquiry.
"Doctor Slime is a windmill. You won't have much obsession with money. Did he ask for consideration when he visited your store for treatment?
About a year ago, the concierges exhale.
Doctor Slime uses a massage to recover, but he doesn't take any treatment costs. On the contrary, he even pays for regular play.
"Sure, you're right"
The summariser nodded, and Grandpa's words continued.
"What we offer as consideration is' the borrowing we make, 'isn't that good? This should be worth more to Doctor Slime than gold coins."
No matter how much money you have, if the stores and the women refuse, you can't play. This is not about possibilities, Doctor Slime has a proven track record of no entry or exit.
The concierges nodded at the thought of it. I felt everyone's agreement formed and the thief's beard told me.
"Okay. It's about negotiating to Doctor Slime, can I leave it to you?
A grandfather with a smile and a snort. Himself, he thought himself fit.
Because Doctor Slime is the most common, and the junior whorehouse you visit regularly is called 'Uniform Specialties. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!' For it was.
"Excuse me during the meeting"
A woman in town daughter shows up there and brings in a message. The content is that the new model has arrived in large quantities.
"What do you say, gentlemen? Because of this, why don't you give it a try?
What I mouthed was a red face, a concierge at the end of the century whorehouse. I see a lot of positive reactions returning and give instructions to the woman beside me.
"All right, we're going to close the store early today. After that, we'll all try the new model. Let me get ready."
Red-faced, gazing back from her to the men, who understand and fall back, tells everyone out loud.
"Be sure to check your performance and have plenty of fun, as envious as those who couldn't come today!
Cheering at the same time, the concierges.
It was only shortly after this that the "White Lion on the Back Street of Pleasure Street", which the man also knew to plant a thumb stick in his body, grew fat on his forehead.