Summer is the season.
The sun falling on the Wang capital is harsh, but it is easy to spend due to the wind and low humidity. In winter, on the contrary, the wind disappears and humidity rises.
(Again, historic big cities have just a reason for people to get together)
I think as I traverse Central Square, rattling a ton of potion bottles in a bag hung on my shoulder.
The climate is good, crops grow, military shocks. If these three were to be the main elements, the Wang capital would be 'climate is good' first, then 'crops grow'.
(Liveable climates and crops don't always match)
Heavy snow zones if you mean in previous life. It used to be a centre inhabited by many people, but now marginalization is on the way.
"Heat to snow removal. Why is this place so much harder than it used to be?
I questioned and looked into it, and the answer was' water '.
Rice will wither away in the thirsty summer, without massive amounts of water. In that regard, the snow country is thanks to the snow that the mountains hold, and the river water will hold until the summer.
(No matter how easy it is to spend, you don't have to have food)
Whether you can eat first rather than hot and cold. I guess that's why people gathered in snowy basins surrounded by mountains back in the day when they had to rely on local consumers.
I'm thinking of something very noble.
The white light crosses in front of me as I mourn my nose alone in a smarter mood. Then with a scream, a woman collapsed at the edge of her sight.
(Arrow of Light (Magic Missile)!)
The word that came to my mind was' indiscriminate shooting in Wangdu Central Square '. Immediately perceive danger and lay down on the cobblestone.
Turn to the voice you're called, and a young man you don't know is knocking down a tree table in the street. I suppose you mean hide behind this.
"It helps."
He thanked and moved, shouldering with the youth behind a table that served as a shield. The plain young man, without any distinctiveness whatsoever, nods and looks around without alarm.
I'll do it.
In my previous life, I was a field director, but in this world, I've had rough times as a 'knight pilot'. I thought I was more used to it than the average person, but he overestimated himself.
Inspiring and reflecting, someone seen as a shooter had been slapped and subdued from behind by someone in a wooden chair.
"Thank you"
Tell the youth and go peep with wild horse guts.
Apparently, he hit him with a chair, like his father in a stall nearby. Suppressed in the cobblestone seems to be his son.
The young man who had been seized had uttered some excuse from his distorted mouth.
"Ugh! What's the joke? I shot people."
I inadvertently shrug myself to my father's anger. When you open your eyes closed for only a moment, a short wand (wand) rolled onto the ground enters your sight.
That's when I realized.
(Isn't this the toy I used at the joint event at the junior whorehouse?
A harmless arrow of light (magic missile) pops up when you shake a short wand (wand), and when you receive it, about a thumb stick vibrates.
Perhaps on the flimsy side, he was playing outdoors with a woman he knew. And the fathers at the stall don't know about it.
Going to the woman who was shot just in case, she was surrounded by people in a painful way.
"Excuse me for a second. Because I know what I'm talking about."
When split in with a soaking face, she kneels on one knee and takes the victim woman's hand while creating a doctor-like atmosphere.
If I activated the demonic eye, I could see a lump of thumb glowing in my lower abdomen.
(Oh, I knew it)
Definitely in outdoor play. I exhale gently, telling people to wait for the results of the examination in a quiet tone.
"It's okay, no injuries. It looks painful, but no action needed"
I can explain it in detail, but it stinks. If you mean an injury, the killer who was bleeding out of his head would be heavier.
Well, I deserve it, so I won't do anything to cure it.
"Ma'am, let's clear the place from now on."
When he spoke a little nicely, he turned his back and headed to the Merchant Alliance.
Something like that.
After a few tens of minutes, the place moves to the third floor of the Merchant Guild, built on the east side of Central Square.
In the office, I was talking about the Alliance Commander and the Deputy Alliance Commander earlier. By the way, the potion has been delivered at the ground floor counter.
With the "Windy Clouds in the Industry" toy in his mouth, the topic turns to the aftermath of the joint event between nature and the junior whorehouse.
"Is there a young lady with horsehair who fell first and bounced around like a shrimp?
Words were uttered by a small old man resembling a goblin. Ponytails that received intensive fire and ate maximum vibration at first hand.
To me the snort, the guild leader carries on the word.
"Casabelle's concierge, who was watching, decided to hire a toy."
Speaking of Casabelle, this shop is famous for its' Sin and Punishment ', making it one of the best in your family. A gentleman who does not know the plain child king of a billboard daughter is not the first to be in Wangdu Hanayu Realm.
"You've moved a lot of big men. Will Casabel also start playing shooting at each other?
Chase girls around with short canes (wands) in the room with luxurious conditioning. Not bad, but very hard to imagine.
Turning to me wrinkling at the root of my eyebrows, Grandpa Goblin shook his head to the left and right.
They're going to use it as a weapon for the queen.
They implant a thumb stick in the butt of a man who is a customer and punish him with the punishment of vibration. I did hear that it can be divided into about ten levels, so I think I can do it very carefully.
A goblin guild leader with his hand on his chin and his head swinging vertically at me, grinning niggardly.
"That's not all. He also planted a stick in the queen's belly."
After the void of thought lasted for a few moments, I remembered the plain child king in his early days. At the time she was often fought back by customers and occasionally subdued.
The appearance of reaching an unintended height while distorting his face in remorse. That has become a reputation, leading to popularity today.
"That means that if a guest takes the Queen's Short Wand, they can do it again."
Sounds right, the guild leader nods with a grin.
(Indignantly cursed, can hit white light many times with short wand (wand))
The queen will look down with a laugh of ridicule at a male guest screaming at the sensation of awkwardness in her ass.
But there, take the weapon and start fighting back.
A series of arrows of light (magic missiles) to the queen who resists with strength.
Finally, I saw my heart break and begged for forgiveness, and I said, 'What's the momentum up until just now? Ah? You meth pig!' and make them eat the big vibrations of the final stages as they scream.
And where the queen cramps herself, she pulls out the stick and doesn't give her rest, she pokes around.
"... Nice"
"That's good."
Deeply exhaling me, and the Alliance Commander agrees. When the service begins, I promise to go with you, including the deputy guild manager.
"By the way, I'm talking about a woman with big breasts who stood out in World War II."
A Santa Claus deputy guild chief joined the conversation at a partition. The belly old man with a long white beard hasn't seen the madness of ponytail because he's not in the first war.
Braided tits, super tits.
She was entrusted with the command of an active Knights of the Kingdom. She broke up the brilliant men. It is leading the women to victory.
"A lot of customers came to the store for her, but she said she was retired, so there was a fuss."
Bullshit and even rocking, shell-shaped super boobs. Few men won't be blinded by looking at that one.
Even if I want to come to the store to take care of you, I can't even get an appointment because I'm not enrolled in the first place. I can't help but say that the customers are angry.
"Apparently the pilot's school kid came out instead, but he couldn't convince me."
The look on my face that makes it all too hard at once. "Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'The only students at the Pilot's School are juniors in Black Tights.
(She can't do it. different direction)
Luxurious figure, thin breasts and buttocks. It's counterproductive in black tights juniors to guys who expect big, chunky tits to generate gravity.
"Let it out, it's not there, it's a scam. The name of the store was sold, but my reputation was lost."
What comes to mind is Grandpa Concierge looking in a hurry to the right and left.
(What are you doing?)
In a different way than earlier, a big sigh leaks out of my mouth.
It may have something to do with the fact that I was temporarily closed before this. It's my favorite store, so I want it to stay open without crushing.
I shook my head and changed my mind, and I ask you what you care about.
"By the way, were the wind clouds in the industry coming to the venue?
Face to face, two old men. The answer to my return is that I haven't seen it.
But he can't say enough about 'he wasn't there'. The Alliance Chiefs didn't show their faces in the guest table because they were competing as players.
"What kind of person are you?
Old men with eyebrow roots and troubled expressions. A small guild length opens his mouth with his jaw open.
"All I can say is normal. Younger than me, but not above you, Tauro."
"You're thinner than me."
A Santa Claus deputy guild leader who continues to rub his stunning beer belly. The majority of the world is thinner than the deputy guild chief, so it's a useless opinion.
When I asked him if he would show his face to the Merchant Guild, he said he would come every once in a while when he had business.
"Come and borrow some money to open a store. We also offer loans in our guild to make this toy."
According to the deputy guild manager, he is an E-rank merchant.
The Alliance Chiefs are both D-ranked. Me and the strong chief are the E-ranks. And the Alliance officials and the runaway merchants are F-ranked.
"If you're going to start a business, Tauro, let me lend you some money, depending on the content. Come and talk to me anytime."
I was told with a smile for the kids on Christmas Day, but politely declined.
I already have two positions as a pharmacist and an Alliance Knight pilot. If we overlap any more, we run out of time to play.
"I'd like to see you one of these days."
Grandpa Goblin laughs like a prank at my words.
"Over there, you might think of it as a rival. It could be difficult."
"... although I am on the consumer side, not on the supply side"
My position is only that of a customer. Not in a relationship that competes with the management.
That's how I theorize it, but the guild leader doesn't snort.
"I don't think so, because it's one of their feelings."
When I finished, I laughed alongside the deputy guild chief.
Royal castle to the north of Central Square. From there, east over the Royal School of Magic, there is the School of Pilots.
The most prominent would be the stone auditorium built in the centre.
Now on a bench placed on an indoor wall, Iced Tea sat two young women with one hand, watching a simulated battle of miniature knights taking place in front of them.
"You seem troubled."
It was Mr. Cool who spoke up. Wearing clothes like olive drab tank soldiers makes a very different impression than when you're in a whorehouse.
Naturally, tight skirts down there. It is the uniform of the righteous kingdom pilots school.
"Yeah. I can't help thinking about defeat rape. If this is a real fight, what happens if you lose and get captured?"
Eyebrow root and exhaled were also instructional light patrol teachers in pilots' clothes.
They took advanced classes in a short period of time while holding a handful called "Only in the Morning Before Work". Tauro's eyes, which he recommended in the shadows, could be said to have been certain.
But only Teaching Light Patron lacked glory from the other day.
"Nothing like this. I'm suppressed with strength, and if I say I don't like it, I just get stuck in the back."
Remaining faceless, I tell you pale, Mr. Cool. She's the one who made reality come to light with eggplant and cucumber, but she has no regrets.
If you want to be a knight pilot, you need to know.
"But..."
Conversely, there is no defeat rape unless you become a knight pilot. When I started concentrating as a student, I went on to tell my competitors that I couldn't see them.
"I don't think you need to stick to knights. Golem is everywhere."
The Pilot's School was founded by the Kingdom to get a good knight pilot. Teaching light patrol teacher looks at what he is saying as he goes there.
To that reprehensible gaze, Mr. Cool loosened his mouth just a little.
"Drain your shoulders. And remember what you came here for. You wanted to see your potential, didn't you? I don't want to go to war."
After being pointed out, Teaching Light Patrol teacher's eyebrow root loosens.
The desire to 'be a colleague of Tauro in the Knights of the Merchant Guild' was certainly there. But the big one is the challenge to life.
"If you leave results at the Pilot's School, it will prove your strength. And I will never betray the technology I have acquired."
Horses and cattle shaped golems, carrying people and luggage. Pork shaped golem for farming. A golem just for a person's upper body, used like a machine tool in a workshop.
The life of this world is arguably a large part supported by the Golem. That's why pilots don't bother their lives trying to get older.
"I want to learn Golem's maneuvering skills, but I don't know if I'm going to ride a knight. I told him so and he solicited it, so you don't have to worry about it."
Teaching light patrol teacher recalls. When I met her and two people from the Knights of the Kingdom in Jaanne's reception room.
Unlike Mr. Cool, who told me he wanted to be a 'knight pilot', he did say so.
"... right. Only this is a mock fight. Training to sharpen technology. I hope you think so."
Brighten your face and thank me for caring. And on the spot, we score our own goals.
"In regular practice exams that take place in the fall, within fourth place. So what?"
To Mr. Cool's suggestion, Teaching the Ideal Face, Dr. Light Patrol.
"The top four are eligible to participate in the training of the Knights of the Kingdom and, if recognised there, will be recruited"
Because of that custom, it is the ultimate goal for the students. With that much success, the private sector would put about a ninth (cuckoo) instead of a first glance.
But this will also push the students who want to be Knights and deprive them of opportunities.
"If you lose to us, you won't get hired for training."
Teaching Professor Kazuru also blew up with a word from Mr. Cool because of the slight feeling.
Two people looking at each other and nodding at each other. And here began the legendary winning streak of The Two Rarely Seen Delicacies in Recent Years.