A joint event by a junior whorehouse, taking place by renting out a corner of the pleasure district. The start of World War II is near evening.
(You've got more customers.)
Audience seating using the veranda on the second floor of the building, provided at all venue locations. The first battle was found empty seats, but I can't do it now.
The slightest pity is that I can only see the battle in front of me because of my limited vision.
(Well, that's the difference with the invitees)
Concierge, my guest and operator, conveys a wooden bridge that connects the rooftops of the building to get anywhere.
As I walked on the roof thinking about that, I was heard from an old man with the right width. Probably a special seater, just like me.
"Maybe it's like" Wind Clouds in the Industry "?
He was mistaken because he was dressed prominently as a mask. When politely denied, the opponent suddenly pulls a loving laugh, about two steps back and asks again.
"... excuse me. So, like the golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold?
Probably because the mask was golden. Shake your hand hard between your face, left and right, revealing that it is' Doctor Slime '.
(Doctor Slime and golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold are the twin perfection of the Wangdu Hanayou world. Do they pull it off because of the bad reviews?
That's what I thought, quite the opposite. The fat old man shined his eyes like a boy, and took the pen out of his nose and signed it.
(Why do I have to write on my old man's back?)
I think I'm running a pen to the back of an old man who took off his jacket and looked like his underwear. I couldn't say no, I'm flattered by the weakness of my heart.
"Right over the spine, please."
I guess I'm going to get an autograph from a wind cloud child in the industry because I came with such an order. It even says the old man's name at the end and sighs in the back of his mask.
He left the scene with a scratch, hoping that the next hopeful wouldn't show up.
The second battle has begun.
Traveling across several bridges, now watching the game alone. This area has fewer buildings taller than two floors, so it's a good prospect that it's from the roof.
If you turned your eyes to the light and screams, it was the braided tits super big tits that dominated the scene.
(You're a super-breasted general.)
Short canes (wands) and tits are wielded like extraction, pushing the men into the corner.
Following command are a large number of women headed by Black Tights junior students at the Pilot's School. Perhaps as a battle professional, he was entrusted with the overall command.
(Good luck, soften the stigma painted by the Knights of the Kingdom)
Looking at Brumbourne and his swinging shell-shaped super boobs, he thought sincerely.
In the end, the second battle, thanks to General Big Tits, was won by the women. That's why I don't get a massage.
(The guild leaders, though, were working hard)
The two old men in black eyed hats were certainly strong. But the commander's absence must have sounded. The force could not be effectively harnessed and was severed and destroyed individually.
(Looks good, that was a good game. The audience is thriving.)
With the late summer sunset looming, the veranda seats are overcrowded.
At that time, from the roof of a restaurant far away, the voice of a thief mustache concierge, a facilitator, echoes.
'Unfortunately, the male side has been defeated. But we won't give up. Dear audience! Please help me. I'll be waiting for you at the restaurant first floor reception'
This is what mobilizes the women from the end-of-century whorehouse and takes place for a fee. Originally decided, but good rhetoric to connect from the results.
The reception will be overcrowded as the audience is starting to move with cheer.
(Once you play, there must be a lot of people who fit in)
I find myself very funny. The promotion of toys through events is undoubtedly a great success.
I'll cross the bridge across the roof and head back to the roof of the restaurant. So I tell the thief mustache concierge, who finished the big role, that there was only one concern.
"Is the fourth stage vibration too harsh for the first person?
It's okay, the thief mustache who answers. At public participation, both men and women decided to cancel.
Given the fact that there have been several defectors in the first battle, it would be impossible to make a decision.
"There are other places where the general participation matches are different"
Encouraging him to continue wearing the mask, the concierge confidently carries on the words.
"In the upcoming game, you can play on the spot only for the opponent you defeated. Conversely, you can't play unless you defeat them."
The words hit me in the head.
(Isn't it like 'hunting'? And risked my life)
Eat tailored opponents on the spot. Naturally, you may lose your life in a counterattack. It is precisely the wild world itself.
In the case of the end-of-century whorehouse, it could have had nothing to do with shooting each other. When you see a woman walking around it and your feelings increase, all you have to do is make an odd noise and attack her.
Although it has a high degree of freedom, it can be said that the flavor is thin.
(Brilliant)
By devising a way to limit it, I am increasing my desire to eat. There is nothing but praise in the idea and in the arms.
If you close your eyes, the sights come to mind in different ways.
(woman receiving arrows of light, falling and bored)
The hunter, who waits and approaches to weaken, pulls out the stabbed thumb stick. The next time you take the hunting knife out of your own groin, you stab it deep into the lockdown.
(Really good)
Many times I snort in my ear, and I hear a thief's mustache's sorry. Apparently, it's time to get ready for the prize.
The only survivor of the first battle, the herbivore mechanic, is to make the three redhead braids edible.
"Right. I'll be right there."
Move to a private room on the first floor of the restaurant and wait for her to be ready. I got a voice saying, "I did it," and I went to the next room.
There, as I ordered, was a girl with three redheads knitting scissors lying on her back in bed with a naked eye mask.
"Well, then, just a moment, I'll put you in custody."
Allow your arms to rise above your head and tie loosely with a soft cloth. This is a measure to prevent people from trying to comfort themselves when they become sexier.
"Okay, here we go."
Me using ten fingers growing in my hands and moving them as if directing an orchestra. It is a line of light that floats on the body of three redheads.
It changes strength and weakness as you move the place. Follow it with your fingers, increasing the color temperature and enhancing the brilliance.
(Nice, nice sensitivity)
Massage by moving your whole body wide, albeit just your fingers. Sweat floats beneath the mask.
An orchestra called Three Red Haired Knitting, a collection of a wide variety of instruments. Play a quiet beginning song for the purpose of 'I Want To Reach' under my direction.
(Keep it down here, it's a fast tempo here)
Push and release the piston at the tip and groin of the three redhead braided breasts at the right time with a finger technique forged with the body of the instructional light patrol teacher.
Eventually the upper and lower mouthpieces opened wide and began to spit out a large amount of spit accumulated inside.
(It's about time)
I'm starting to rub my thighs together as a sign that I'm coming unbearable with my cleavage. I guess the tongue stretched high out of my mouth is waving like a metronome because I can't wait to kiss you.
(Ready)
Out of my room, I hide myself whispering to a thief mustache concierge waiting outside.
When I was waiting in the separate room, a shikie herbivore came into the room to be pushed back.
"Are you okay?
Beyond the slightly open door, a young man with thin lines removes his three redhead braided eye mask with care.
(Nice finish)
Her uplifting cheeks and her hard eyes with strong desire while moisturizing. When I saw it, I nodded at my job.
Shortly after her arm broke off, she struck her prey, as expected.
(... a much longer phrase, but do you hold the breath of a herbivore mechanic?
Even in brass club practice, you won't be doing this long tone. As much as I think so, the mouse and mouthpiece stay stuck.
Indoors, only tongue sounds intertwined in the mouth.
(Hmm)
Around the time the grass-fed mechanic's complexion began to turn purple, he finally released. Big breath leaks out of my mouth just watching.
Three redhead braids in his sight pulled his trousers back out as he pushed the herbivore down on his back to the bed.
(But that's not a good look your daughter had in public when she was your age)
The face overlooking the baton of the upward herbivore mechanic was heavily distorted with nasty delight.
It was me again who felt full of what I could do, but I blew it away with surprises caused by the next sight.
(Whoa!
The three redhead braids released "Flying Hip Press," which makes me think that the Sister of the Wolf (Warwolf) is also a jerk.
It would have broken if one had slipped away, though it sounded good because I poked it precisely.
(Dangerous moves)
Your three houses, the advanced whorehouse, don't have to know, and she doesn't have that much skill to work in the lower whorehouse.
I mean, right now, I just happen to be lucky.
(to desire, forgetting me)
This is a major reflective material for the future.
Fortunately, the herbivore mechanic was switched on. If you can conjure up him for losing reason, Grandpa Goblin on a young day.
Without hesitation or mercy, you become a beast man who continues to seek hope until his health is exhausted. If this happens, we can't stop it from going back and forth in the binta.
In other words, they are unilaterally blamed for being unscrupulous and do not suffer accidental injuries.
(Happily)
He closed the door gently and walked away listening to the growls of the two beasts on his back.
Here the stage is adjacent to the east of the kingdom, the country of the east. Travel near its northeast border.
Two golem carriages stopped in the sunset meadow, and a fire was caught between them.
"Leader, do you have any interesting stories?"
The old man with the cheeks asks, blurring the meat stabbed on the skewer with fire.
The five men surrounding the fire are members of the Adventurer team "Robust" Kenrou. He was on his way to the site at the request of a site survey, but was camping at sunset.
"Oh, yeah."
Dolba, a furry leader of disappointed stature, frowned to relieve his memory as he stared at the fat of the begun meat becoming a powder of fire.
Robust is the team of adventurers in the kingdom who became famous for 'exorcising the Lesser Salamander that appeared in the mine'. But there is a past that has been put up with that and is on the verge of bankruptcy.
"I don't take small jobs."
"There's nothing you can do for the sake. Bring it in high order. '
That's what I've been saying, so it's natural.
They moved their strongholds to neighboring countries with little knowledge because of the embarrassment. Recently, solid work had been appreciated and large jobs had been entrusted to them as well.
"In the city of Bishops, when I was doing a background check on the ruins. I heard a rumor."
To them who listen in silence, hairy Dolba carries on the word.
"Some years ago, there was a dragon around here."
Three eyebrows rise wide in those words, and only a man with cheeks shrugs his shoulders.
Dragons are often sung in stories and are widely known to people, but have rarely been witnessed. For an adventurer, I want to see you once in a lifetime.
I get Dolba's stuff. Said gaze, and the guy with the cheeks takes over the story.
"He was crusaded at the expense of many knights, wasn't he? I heard it myself, but that's gussey. In the Religious Knights of the Eastern Country, there are no cavalry lost around that time"
Dolba opens her mouth as she stares at the unfortunately exhaling men with a meaningful grin.
"That's a sweet look, not like you"
And keep being good at it.
"It wasn't the Knights of Religion that sustained the damage, it was the Knights of the Kingdom and the Lily Knights. The Knights of the Kingdom have lost their lives to the pilot, and the Lily Knights have lost their Class A knights."
The cheeky man peels his eyes at surprise, and no other member can hide his agitation.
Lily Knights is an international Knights of Mercenaries who make a name for themselves on the continent.
"I once owned a Class A, but sometime lost, and my current regiment leader rides a Class B"
This story is famous, but no one knows the details. If Dolba's story is true, it means the truth has been revealed.
"I hear nearly ten horsemen have joined us. I can't tell if that's a dragon, or if I should praise you for knocking me down with ten horsemen."
A bearded magician asks with his chin.
"What happened to the drop? No matter where the dragon was, it would have had a tremendous value."
Here Dolba made his expression look worse and ran his eyes around him. I was worried about something else being asked, but naturally, no one was there.
"This is a strange place to start. I hear the Knights of the Kingdom brought the head of the dragon back to the country. But it hasn't been made public."
Face-to-face members. When I say the head of a dragon or something, it's just a national treasure. It is not strange to be revealed to the public along with a grand event.
There's no way anyone would know without that.
"Remember that? As soon as I came to the East, I took the job."
Everyone snorts at the words of the leaders that follow. It's about the investigation near the border with the kingdom, opposite the eastern border of the country now in the east.
Burned villages and Knights on hold. Every time I remember, my spine gets thinner and colder.
At that time, the bearded sorcerer leaks his words as if he realizes something.
"... No way, that was with a dragon brace"
Dolba glaring and nodding.
"That's what I'm talking about. There are other dragons out there, looking to get their heads back."
My fellow breathtakers, losing their words.
If the dragon is highly intelligent, as the story suggests, it's dangerous to reveal its location. Then I can explain why the kingdom hasn't published it.
"It's a ruin we're headed to, but there's no chance it was a dragon residence. If so, and the Lord leaves the nest in search of vengeance."
There will remain mountains and treasures that you have never seen before.
To the words that went on, the old men imagine a classic sight in a picture book illustration and swallow their spit.
Satisfied that he was able to be surprised enough, Dolba tightens his laughter.
"For that matter, the danger is high. Keep your head down. Let's go."
Then he put the roasted meat in his mouth, and pulled the skewers aside.