Potions on the Merchant Guild and a light lunch in the stalls of Central Square. Then head to the pleasure district where there are many whorehouses that open at noon.
It is totally the usual routine.
(Let's make it an intermediate whorehouse)
I attended a joint event at a junior whorehouse the other day, so I changed my mind and went one up today.
By the way, the sequence of the Hanayagi Realm is in the order of your three houses, advanced, intermediate, inferior, hanging back and go-go bars. "Intermediate" sounds like no big deal, but it's pretty much the upper limit for ordinary people.
(In this world, whorehouses have a high social status)
Playing in a whorehouse is a preference for gentlemen and ladies, and a whorehouse is a social place.
The people who work there need not only their appearance but also their contents. And excellent people, but therefore, respected and well-paid.
(After all, there is a great deal of magic)
Complete contraception is easy to use and there are no flower and willow related diseases.
I wonder if it is not natural that those with gold and power sought "pleasure that reaches the mind and body directly".
(Whoa, here it is)
While I was thinking about it, I arrived at the store I was looking for. It's me who goes by like every day, but since the stores are replaced due to the flourishing and decay, there's still a place for the first time.
Head to the front row of the lobby and gaze at the chicks. I decided to nominate a high school girl with a bright smile on her face with a bob cut.
(Hmm, this internal pressure seems high. That's exactly how old you are)
In the playroom, I look at her in underwear and think.
Not that I'm fat, but I think I'm going to rip it off. Now the feeling of growth is stronger.
Staring seriously, he came down with a naughty grin.
"Wow."
I gave you a surprise because you took my hip bath towel and buried my face in my groin.
No shower yet. Besides, the season is summer. I don't mean to be dirty, but I'm sure I'm sweating.
Yet all of a sudden, a mouth attack is a fresh but hurried attack.
(Don't do it)
The eyes that look up are, 'How's it going? It feels good, doesn't it'? The mouth shot before the shower must also be to gain a spiritual advantage by poking an impression.
The service provided after diligently wanting the other person to be happy and practicing to a level that can be served to the customer. This is done by a beautiful girl who is in school class or not.
(That's an intermediate whorehouse. Not only does it look like it, but I can't sit on a chick stage without aligning my cardiac body)
My fellow whores chatting in the lobby also spoke of it, but there seems to be a high wall between intermediate and lower levels as well.
After I realized it with my own hands, I started fighting back, too. Go up and down, sweat on both sides and play.
Tons of sweating for moderate exercise, and refreshing in the bath and shower. Even if you leave the store in the summer sun, your body and mind remain refreshed.
(I'm hungry, and here I am.)
Enter a luxury looking coffee shop nearby and order coffee and sweets. Cooled indoors with views of people's walking streets.
(Transfer to this world, more than a year)
I still feel like a tourist. If I can, I want to stay like this forever.
After biting off enough happiness, he takes a seat and heads to Jayanne, where Teaching Light Patrol teacher waits, which is the main fate of the day.
(I took a shower, and I had all the prep exercises)
She's always special to me. He is a respectable enemy who can compete with all his might.
Arriving in a white marble building along the boulevard, I passed through both polished, heavy oak doors with a hunch of heartfelt battle.
"I've been waiting for you"
In front of the chick stand in the back of the lobby. A place where many customers look up and look for someone. But what greeted me there was Mr. Cool, not Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
Though she rarely shows up, she's also Jaanne's sideline. Though no wonder I'm here, I can't think of anything to do.
The subject of the reservation stood behind it and looked at this one with a sorry look on his face.
"Actually, I need to talk to you."
That's what Mr. Cool says, so he moves to his seat in the lobby to say what he stands talkin 'about.
What followed was the story of the pilots' school. The two of them said they had recently started going through. I'm done. I'm gonna open my arms.
"I hit the wall with a golem maneuver. So he asked me to teach him."
Mysteriously shaking their heads vertically, the two were rivals in the women's flower ministry until a few years ago.
"Sit in a simulated cockpit installed on the floor and remotely walk a miniature knight one metre tall"
That went well, but they literally stumbled on it during the battle phase. They say sifting the sword upsets the balance and causes it to fall.
Obviously, lack of precision in movement. Manipulation is sensory sharing, so I guess it's not well synchronized.
(But in a few days, that's the area)
It still seemed to have qualities. My idea that "knight manipulation" and "men's and women's manipulation" have a connection seems to have been demonstrated yet again.
Tell him about the two good guys, "Piloting with the feeling of playing," and he'll get over it soon. This has a huge 'notice or not' element.
(But wait. This is a one-of-a-kind opportunity)
I stop when I speak up and change the contents and resume.
"It's a sensory thing, so I can't explain it in words. Instruct the two of you the next time if you can take it as part of your play."
Teaching light patrol teacher is booked. If we pull Mr. Cool in there, what a dream play to play against the two giants of Jayanne at the same time will come true.
Especially valuable is Mr. Cool. She basically doesn't take customers except for the first one.
(Reply or how?
In front of me waiting with a shitty eye, two people talking face-to-face. Answered in a representative manner was Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
"... this is the one I'm asking you to do, can I even have the money"
Shoulder shrugging upward. Having managed to stay on that destructive force, I continue to snort strongly.
"Of course, we'll enjoy that."
Teaching light patrol teacher looking down blushing and, as usual, unchanged expression Mr. Cool. As he clenched his fist with his heart and stuck it out to the ceiling, he noticed a shadow walking from the back.
That makes hair short, sister with a rich, vicious body line like a tinned bee. I guess the break is over and we're on our way to the sideline seats.
"Oh?"
Seeing my face, I was slightly surprised, followed by the instructional light patrol teacher and Mr. Cool. An exploded bottom sister with a suspicious face.
Mr. Cool narrows his eyes to that appearance.
"We're going to fight Doctor Slime, but will you join us?
Teaching what you're talking about, Mr. Cool, suppressing the light patrol teacher with his gaze and overlapping words.
He said, "One day you're gonna take him down and show him, right? Three on one now. I don't think so."
After I finish saying it, I look at this one with chills with a scarce look on my face. I noticed by the sight, I frowned to suppress the groan of admiration.
What a superior subordinate.
Mr. Cool is the Phantom of "The Dying Regiment" under my auspices, "The First Eat (Unicorn)". Although there are no spiritual paths like the relatives, they still pass on.
She's trying to pull her explosive bottom sister into play for me right now.
"Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, Mr. Cool, Exploding Bottom Sister"
Jaanne's top star alignment tread. It's the Great Thanksgiving of Jaanne's Dream for me.
A subordinate who knows exactly what the chief wants mixes a slight laugh with his voice and pokes his opponent's pride.
"Maybe you're scared?
After opening and closing her mouth small two or three times, she shakes her head left or right with a small blast bottom sister to calm her mind.
Watching me spit made my expression look bad on the way it was.
(Can't you?
It's still not like ponytail. I don't do anything that comes on a provocation without vision.
But your sister won't say no to the explosion, and she'll stare at us. It was as if he were calculating my battle power difference.
I spoke the answer after a few moments had passed.
"That sounds interesting. Add me, too."
Teaching the Teacher to keep her eyes peeled and the first food eater (unicorn) to create an atmosphere of 'I did it'. This will have to be rewarded later.
(It's hard to find, but that's the only way to match this work)
I walk up the stairs with a blissful look, surrounded by three beautiful women, even as I haunt my head about it.
In the lobby, on the other hand, regular customers of the mighty exchanged words of fright and excitement.
"Come on," number one, "" The Shadow Powerful, "and" The Fantasy Princess. "
Of course number one is the exploded bottom sister. And the shady powerful is about Teaching Teacher Light Patrol, who is said to be 'more than the sideline' while sitting on the chick stage.
The last phantom princess is Mr. Cool. That's what they call it because they rarely take customers while winning divine matches.
"Does this guy mean the store's serious enough to take down Doctor Slime?
They weren't even able to pick it up until their voices just watched it roll away. It flows in the direction of misperception with assumption, but no one is on this occasion who can make it right.
"You're done."
"Exactly. I mean, it's too much."
Nodding fierce men. I can't imagine how Doctor Slime, though, can win. They're all world-class.
"Hey, I'm gonna let everybody know."
On the back of an old man who runs a small run to the front door, another old man who speaks.
"Hurry up."
The expression is serious and the tone is serious.
Even if I let them know, they can't be seen, and there's nothing they can do about it. Still, you wanted to share this information with everyone.
"The corner of your three houses, Jaanne moves"
In an instant, the news spread to the gentlemen who used the advanced whorehouse as a place of activity.
Away from Wangdu Pleasure Street, the stage moves to the High Elf Hall on the backbone of the world tree, a forest of spirits far northwest.
About ten high elves gathered in that conference room to listen to the status report.
"There are a few deaths, but few are missing. Nearly all the houses inside are pushed away, as is the workshop"
Reading up the paper in your hand is a high elf on your shoulder that was' Acting Speaker '. I have already quit my role and returned to be a referral attendee.
He wasn't suspected of insider contact because he was getting his hands dirty. Unlike the chancellor who lay on the hospital bed before the activation of the Spirit Cannon and remained white handed.
"The fields are devastated. The water intake tower was destroyed by waves, so the water in the lake cannot be sent inside. Well, before that, it wasn't something you could drink with cloudiness and garbage."
So when I look up, I look around with a non-vibrant face.
"Water, food, where to sleep on it. Everything is lacking. Divide our high-altitude magic into three parts and take action as soon as possible."
"I'll take care of that later! The magic of the world tree, first of all about it."
What I whispered out loud was a thick, eyebrow high elf. The shoulders exhale weakly, turning the page.
"Very few releases. The land is no longer nearly the same as outside the woods. Naturally, it is not possible to restart the Spirit Cannon."
Heavy air fills the room. The only old man who doesn't change his expression is a skinny old man with a pair of legs on the table and arms and eyes closed like a dead tree.
I guess I felt my surrounding gaze on my skin. Lift your eyelids up slowly and spin your words in a tone that doesn't even matter.
"Trouble with what. There must be only one thing we should do."
The dot of light that appeared on the tapestry map by slapping the table roughly on the heel of the boot. Direct it to the south, at the tip of the jaw.
"With all the power of the Elf Knights, we even go for the Great Hole. Forts and knights have nothing to do with it. It's all just passing."
A dot of light, running over the map towards the great hole in the southeastern Empire. One high elf bent his thick brow wide as he stared at it.
"Everything? So what happens to the protection here?"
High Elves snorting simultaneously. There, from the leader of the Knights of the Elves, the voice of mockery flies.
"You idiots. Don't you see?"
Old man lean like a dead tree that lights a dazzling light on his eyes and hoists both ends of his mouth to a laughing shape.
"Kill the royal descendants, get the next generation of world trees, and defeat the enemies of the world (World Enemy). This is all we have."
Only his, somewhat out of tune voice echoes in the conference room.
"You're gonna settle for a blow, aren't you? What would you do with a knight?"
Of all the high elves who push silently, only the thick high elves in the eyebrows frown back.
"I wish I could win. But what if we lose?
Conference-room faces that shrug their necks for a landmine-like inquiry. But contrary to expectations, the Knights Commander did not scream with anger.
In a quiet tone, I just said one word.
"I don't."
"... What did you just say?
Thick high elf with a brow that I don't understand and ask back. The old man, lean as a dead tree, laughs and repeats on one side of his face.
"I said I don't know. We only challenge the battle of the Spirit with all our might. I didn't know anything about it after my defeat."
He opened his mouth directly above him and started laughing reluctantly.
Only the shoulder high elves exhale as everyone catches their expression. Then raise your hands and tell them to turn around.
"We need water inside. Let me at least go and restore the water tower."
It was not the people who were packing in the water tower, but soldiers who were trained and ready to take care of themselves.
That is why there is less human damage and we continue to work diligently to resume water distribution.
"May I?
The gaze in the conference room concentrates on the old man, lean as a dead tree. But the Knights captain is still immersed in the aftermath of laughter.
High elf on the shoulder as he accepts and receives it and leaves the conference room. As it was, we headed for the Transition Magic Formation in the back.
(Oh man, we have to do something about this place first)
Magic formation in the basement of the water intake tower. The moment we moved there, what entered our eyes was a thick layer of clay and debris that filled the floor.
He must have broken in with the water.
(I just do what I can)
Having come to the point of giving up, he stopped thinking about what lay ahead. It only handles the events in the eye and deceives the rising anxiety.
Knowledge of the current situation and prioritization. As I went up the stairs to the ground to do that, I noticed the discomfort.
(No one?
Remnants of the water intake tower left only on the foundation. To that ground floor part, a shoulder high elf who showed up from the basement.
There is no shadow to look around, and on the contrary, there is no voice or working noise. All you can hear is the wave to return and the sound of the wind crossing over the lake.
(What do you mean?
He went out to the shore, looked around, put his hand on his chin and frown root.
That's when the knight's left hand protrudes from the water behind him, a shoulder high elf grabbing his torso.
His head is taken away before he understands the situation, and his body is thrown away.
"... Cono Magic, Actual Nyoi"
The head of the high elf to be carried into the cockpit of a dedicated elf royal horseman who emerged from the water. While eating the contents, the zombie, formerly a prince, leaked a voice of joy.