In the northwestern part of the Kingdom there is a group of zero states known as the 'Northern Nations'.
While the land was lean, there were no products such as this and areas where wealth had not accumulated. The neighboring empires and kingdoms didn't swallow together, probably because they didn't find it so appealing.
Recently, however, the activity of local national knights has drastically reduced the warcraft in the streets. There were times when the Empire and the Elves became dangerous, and they were becoming a relay point for the trade.
"But it's what's grown up"
In the town of one of the zero thin countries, the Nicea Cassia country, a skinny old man crumbles.
He's a front dojo owner of a certain school. Lightning, a hero of this country, is the son-in-law of his granddaughter in the trail of the dojo.
What I'm looking up to now is a giant mushroom. It is a species called the White Lady, which, as its name suggests, resembles a lady standing in a white piece.
Originally, it was only about the size of a fist vertical, but this was about the height of a two-story house.
"Was it worth the same as the gold coins loaded? Well, if it's this big, the price will collapse."
In a shuddering tone, the previous dojo owner continued his words. But the inhabitants of this country, including him, don't think about cutting it down or cutting it off.
It is now placed under the control of the State as the only tourist resource of the Nicea Cassia State.
"Umow."
A huge chunk of meat to take a step from next to a lean old man. The former dojo owner is his wife. To that end, he draws attention in a gentle tone.
"I don't mind getting close, but don't touch it. If you scratch it, it'll stain the venom."
Not rich niceacasian country. No one wants to replace the white lady (White Lady) with gold because this old lady exists.
She loved this white mushroom that grew in the garden so much that she wouldn't allow anyone to put their hands on it.
"Moo."
Rub a round belly with your hands, big lady looking at this one. Old men who have lost weight in the way they look have to laugh bitterly.
"Moved? Exactly. It's still early."
Because after a few days with a man elf, he complains about these things. I know who he is, but I guess I can't wait.
"Half an elf? Looking forward to it."
Her eyes narrowed and her husband squeezed his wife's protruding belly. Originally extremely fat, you can't tell the difference if you're pregnant.
An old couple who wanted children, even though their husbands seeds were out. I'm sure that's from the loneliness of life.
The granddaughters who had gone to the kingdom had already returned home. But due to serious domestic circumstances, we didn't live together the way we used to.
"What would you like your name to be? Whatever you want."
By the way, the child is a loot.
He is returning a pair of male and female elves who tried to rob the white lady (White Lady) and squeezing them out of the male elf.
"What's up?
All of a sudden, the great lady squeezes her expression and turns her rugged gaze to the spectators directly beside her.
What appeared in the eyes of the dojo owner before he followed his gaze was a sparse but cracking crowd. And to the ear, people's bragging reaches.
Eventually what emerged from the back was a single beast. Turn the street this way and walk in slowly with four legs.
"... Is that a pig?
Finally standing in front of them was a white pig as tall as a man's back.
Attracting attention is a burn trail. It's all over my body, and it's still new.
(No. It's not just a pig. This atmosphere, it's a spiritual beast)
Halfway through relief and vigilance, the front dojo owner speculates while controlling the big wife with one hand.
In this area, located on the outer edge of the Spirit Forest, the Spirit Beast is seen as a respectable subject.
But if it was the white lady who called the Spirit Beast, it would be a bad thing.
A spiritual beast of considerable size and clearly not inferior. That is what visited the country of Nicea Cassia.
It's a celebration, but it's none of his wife's business. If you get your hands on your favorite mushroom, you'll challenge the fight no matter what your opponent is.
(Again?)
Like a lady's skirt, a white mushroom with an umbrella spread. After looking up at it, here comes a spiritual beast similar to a pig pointing his nose at it.
Looking into its eyes, the foreman had to understand. "This mushroom belongs to me."
Instinct showed the enemy, the pig's gaze rested on the great lady standing next to him, creating a sense of staring tension.
"Oh, my God!
What emerged from behind the pig was a small, belly-eyed, eight-legged old man. Behind it follows a less majestic, magnificent man dressed in more luxurious clothing than the average man.
They are ministers and kings of this country. I heard the news of the appearance of the Spirit Beast and I guess he came running from the hall. He's cutting his breath and putting his shoulders up and down.
"I don't know. But perhaps this mushroom is what we're looking for."
To the words of the front dojo owners, the kingdoms who see the spiritual beast of the pig. Sure, I can't think of any other cause.
And when I saw how nervous one and one were, I frightened my expression.
"The Spirit Beast and the Demon of the North"
Whether you are a king or not, that power cannot be extended to either. The minister saw the front dojo owner with a glimmer of hope, but took a deep sigh of shaking his head to the left and right.
"Your Majesty, I seem to have to leave it to you."
"... I don't know how. It doesn't make sense to tell people the truth of the world."
In the words of the old man, a grandeur who gives up and takes the lead. The Grand Mistress is a human race, but she must be regarded as being beyond people.
One and one to pack the distance without losing sight as people's gaze concentrates.
"Bukkkkkkkkkkk!"
"Uh-oh!"
All of a sudden, beasts and demons roar and bump into each other from the front. Those around us don't know why we're fighting.
However, the sound was too powerful, the windows of the houses trembled and the people nodded holding their ears.
"Awesome. Ma'am, you haven't lost."
This is a word from one of the wild horses surrounding him.
A pig the size of a two-ton truck is supported by four disappointing fronts.
"The ground sinks"
I went on and leaked, someone's crush.
A pig who now leaves his upper limbs off the ground and supports his body only with his hind limbs and, more importantly, a bipedal grand wife. The feet of both sides were sinking with weight and stepping in.
"Boogie!"
A key element of traction is mass. A few times the weight of a spiritual pig overwhelmed the Grand Mistress.
The back of an old woman with a pushed meat chunk crushes the storage shed behind her. But the devil is beyond the reason of the world. She doesn't give in and pushes back ignoring the laws of physics.
"Um ah!"
Further pulling the jaw buried in the meat, it was an intense head thrust that the Grand Mistress let go.
The pig to do it back and the Ooki-san to give it back even more. The sound of bumping Seto objects sounds over and over again, and the spectators skew their faces.
My forehead cracked, both with one person dyeing my face into blood. But the fighting spirit will not fade on both sides.
Keep getting rocked by the shock, two brains. It was the pigs who earlier clouded their consciousness.
"Unmo!"
Master Oo throws away a few tons of meat chunks with a body judgment like a horizontal line. The house where the Spirit Pig hit sneezes and crumbles, and the screams of the landlord echo around.
We decided to win or lose here.
"Mooo, mooo"
After the battle, as she sanitizes her beloved wife's forehead and wraps a bandage around her, the Grand Mistress complains about something to her husband.
If I moved my gaze sideways as prompted, a big pig would almost wake me up. I guess I regained consciousness.
Though coming this way, there is clearly no hostility. And right in front of me, I lowered my head as I crawled.
"What the hell is this?
Confused, his wife, a chunk of meat, smiled and appealed. Apparently, this is an expression of obedience.
Perhaps he was fighting under the rule 'If you lose, follow those who win'.
But why me?
What I don't know is that 'myself, not my wife'. Leaning his neck with a question mark on his head, his wife pressed his body from next door.
"Ummo, ummo"
So I finally understand, foreground owner.
The white-pig obeys his wife. And his wife's owner (Darling) is herself. I guess it means' Lord of the Lord '.
Looking alternately at one person and one head, the skinny old man shrugs his shoulders and exhales.
(Indeed, in his wife, the Lord of the Spirit Beast is no good)
Couples can only make up for each other's bad taste. The Lord of the Spirit Beast and others are in an extra position for the people, but they have no choice.
The foreman nodded to the white pig and agreed.
"So, what brings you here if you want? You can't hurt a mushroom."
If you can't fit it in and say it, the white pig looks at this one to the top.
(Oh?)
uncomfortable, the old man is a little confused. Somehow, I felt like I knew what the white pig was thinking.
Because he became a family member, but he couldn't possibly know.
"Do you want to live on the side of mushrooms and protect mushrooms"
With the pig, I look up at the mushrooms that are as good as the house.
I guess this is, after all, a precious thing that originally grows in the Spirit Forest. So much so that the spiritual beast, which seems to be the middle, comes out of the woods to visit.
"Fine. I'll take care of the mushrooms. Live here today."
A white pig representing an atmosphere of joy and relief in the words of a skinny old man. Then suddenly, a voice arrives from heaven.
"The target tree has confirmed that the prescribed conditions have been met. We have confirmed that the applicant possesses the qualifications required for the application.
Surprised, front dojo owner looking around. But the king, the minister, and the wild horses have no movement.
Seems all I hear from the reaction is myself and my wife, plus the one in front of me.
"Please nominate an administrator"
Listening to the words that follow, the front dojo owner frowns.
The Spirit Beast appeared, and his wife defeated it, and he became the Lord. Even though that alone cannot keep up with understanding, it is a mysterious voice from heaven to come here.
I guess the reason he kept his cool was because his sensibilities were half paralyzed.
"Take this pig."
So this answer, too, is close to throwing.
I knew what the white pig wanted strongly, and I just said it.
'Register the subject as the person in charge of administration. The Deputy Administrator is… no longer required'
Though I don't know what that means, the front dojo owner listens to the voice of heaven.
"The Administrator has been awarded the title 'Protector of the Child' '
A pig sitting on the ground in a strange way with her ass and a big wife looking up at the sky with her mouth open.
Heavenly voices continue even further.
"It has been confirmed that all permit requirements have been met. Permits will be issued…… issued. That's it. '
So the voice is over, and it doesn't go on.
In the eyes of the dojo owner before he looked around, he sees a king and minister with a strange expression but not a mouthful, and a pig who is somehow moisturizing his eyes.
(Sounds delightful)
I have no idea what's going on with the front dojo owner.
But this white pig is a spiritual beast. Besides, after a squarely grand battle, he's the one who got off. You can trust me.
(Will you sort things out slowly later and put your thoughts together?)
Let's just tell them what just happened, to the best of our ability. The former dojo owner, thinking so, turns to the king and minister.
People on this scene, nothing to notice. But today in the country of Nicea Cassia were born the "World Tree Based on Mushrooms" and the "Guardian Spirit Beast Similar to a Pig".
It was not until a few days later, by the way, that the news arrived that 'the inside of the elf had fallen and the firehand had turned to the world tree'.
Strong rain, pounding cobblestones in Wangdu Central Square.
Evacuated to the coffee shop, I was sipping iced tea and watching the view of the pedestrians diminishing all at once.
Summer rain comes all at once and leaves quickly. By the time I finished drinking, I would have stopped.
(See, I knew it)
The clouds are clear without waiting, and the sun that floats in the blue sky reflexes the clouds sparklingly and burns cobblestones at the same time.
It immediately began to dry as the steam rose, leaving only a build-up of water by the way.
(It's about time. Let's head to the Merchant Guild)
The time is noon. I showed my face in the morning, but the guild leader was absent at your previous meeting. He said that he would return about now.
"I've been waiting for you. Please come this way."
The reception room in the back of the ground floor was put through with the guidance of a strong chief.
It's a nice room with a luxurious feel, unified with antique-like conditioning. It may have been since I became an E-rank merchant.
"Sorry I'm late"
I mouthed it because there was already a goblin-like old man and Santa Claus, and a thin young man sitting on it. I guess I also called in a herbivore mechanic because I said, "Important story."
"No, because I didn't time it together. We just had a little chat."
That's what the guild chief says, urging you to take your seat. Following me, the strong chief also sat down. Looks like he'll join us.
(You're a full member. Well, it would be nice to talk fast)
A colorful female clerk leaves an iced coffee at the table. From where the deputy guild chief doesn't respond, I guess he's wearing proper underwear today.
Wait for her to leave the room and open her mouth.
Actually, sooner or later, I wanted to go on a journey.
I want to look around. When I finished telling him how I felt, the reception room was filled with silence.
Two old men to think about, and a mechanic and chief to express a big surprise.
(This kind of thing, you should try hitting your boss first)
Looking at the surrounding reaction, I think.
At first, I thought about 'quitting my job' and everything, but when I boiled it down by myself, my horizons narrowed and nothing happened.
"Warcraft Exorcism in Alliance Knights"
"Regular Potion Delivery"
What happens if I embark on a journey? It's hard to predict the impact, and I can't think of any measures.
So anyway, I decided to share my hopes and find a place to drop them with my boss and colleagues.
(suddenly 'quit' then hey)
I took the conclusion without a forward swing, my surroundings would be in trouble. And I'm gonna lose my chance to make better choices.
(Well, it's a nice place to work for a good boss, but)
Apparently it has become a new world tree, the herbal trees and the imosques who live in the garden forest.
For the sake of their families, my Lord, there is work to be done. But I also really liked my current job and relationships.
That is why we decided to borrow everyone's wisdom.
"I see."
The guild leader can put his arms together. But there's no atmosphere to blame.
The pilot, like a woman working in a whorehouse, would be because it is a profession with a premise of transfer. In previous life, he is a professional athlete.
"It's my life. Maybe it's a good idea to see the world and walk."
A Santa Claus deputy guild leader who shows his consent as he mocks his proud white beard. Meanwhile, whispering to each other in a whisper is a herbivore mechanic and a strong head.
"But soon, I'll have trouble with this one. I wonder if you mean a longer vacation as soon as you're ready?
Leave if it's six months. Leave of absence for a year.
My face unwittingly greets the lovely gift from Santa Claus.
(Whether or not there's a good place, it's the stage of touring the world)
As a result of spreading the word on the journey, there is also a good chance that it will be Wang Du or its suburbs. That's all the land is climatically livable.
If you find the right place, you can go back and work for a while, take over and then retire.
(Zaratan also said it wasn't soon)
I think of a long-lived figurative turtle floating in a pond in the garden. The feeling of time should be much slower than mine.
"Thank you. So thank you very much."
Substitutes for pilots, potions. Once the merchant guild side's purpose to them is met, we will discuss it again then.
After that was decided, he left the room in a deep grace.
Here the point of view moves to the face of the reception room after Tauro leaves.
"A long vacation is a good hand. Tauro, I don't want to let you go."
A small old man who snorts at his chin and resembles a goblin. The proposed deputy guild chief smiled calmly and opened his mouth under his white beard.
"When I was younger, it was something that made me want to travel. It's like an epidemic disease, so it would be counterproductive if you stopped it badly."
Don't you have any experience with guild leaders either? and drops his gaze on the little old man and carries on the words.
"After that, if you really want to live in another country, or continue living your journey, it's the only way. Because it's his life. But mostly, it calms down well."
Yeah, yeah. Shake your head vertically, chief with a strong face to the guild leader indicating consent.
The guild leader travels across the country as an individual trader in his youth, and the strong leader is an apprentice in a large merchant's caravan.
Only a grass-fed mechanic, born and raised in Wangdu, has one faint reaction right now.
"So, Tauro, let's think about if you were away for a long time. First of all, how about the potion?
Head of a strong side who is told the story and often conceived with his arms together. Eventually I put my hands on my knees.
"If quality potions are no longer delivered regularly, there will be waves in prices and assortment. But I don't think the sign" Wang Du is a famous spot for potions "needs to be put down."
Encouraged by the eyes of two old men, large and small, the strong chief gives reasons.
"Recently, in Wangdu, potion workshops are increasing."
The reason is that Professors Termano of the Royal School of Magic completed Elixir.
As a result of accomplishing the first feat of the people, the status of Wang Capital soared among the pharmacists.
You want to gather information nearby. The well-armed pharmacists said they were moving from home and abroad.
"I see. Can you handle that?"
The finished guild leader turned his gaze and the herbivore mechanic realized his turn had come.
"You can't have an old lady. Because of the removal of the auxiliary magic formations, we are unable to move anyone but Mr. Tauro."
A narrow young man with overlapping lines as he showered three gazes.
"It will take a lot of money and time to reload the auxiliary magic formations. And at dawn when Mr. Tauro returns, we must destroy it again."
So renovation is uneconomic. While Tauro is away, the old lady (Old Lady) also has to rest.
A warcraft exorcism in the streets will require another knight and pilot.
He's a herbivore mechanic who closed that way, but contrary to his expectations, he's not serious about guild chiefs and deputy guild chiefs.
"Well, yeah."
Grandpa Goblin's reaction was mild, for a reason.
One is that the class C knight has been paid down and is always in a position to receive it.
The other was a good relationship with the Knights of the Kingdom, after the Prime Minister took real power.
You want us to be true pilots of the lower bitch's work of exorcising the Warcraft!
and others and those who raise up blood vessels and yell, at least not in the kingdom and the upper echelons of the Knights.
"A small warcraft would be able to handle it in class C, unless it was as much of a herd. More than that, please ask the Knights of the Kingdom."
To the words of Santa Claus, a snorting old goblin.
"The problem is finding a C-class rider, but if you can help me, Tauro, yes. He wouldn't pull it off."
I don't even have a strong recommendation from the Knights of the Kingdom. and continue the niggling and laughing words.
There are only bitter smiles in this, too, grass-fed mechanic. Because it's about my predecessor's reputable pilot.
Bad arm, but with the idea of a 'true pilot'. The pilots' school seniors spoke out to take care of him.
Did you come up with something? Suddenly, the guild leader slaps his palm with his fist.
"Tauro, why don't you let the old lady use her for your journey?"
Strong surface chief and herbivore mechanic, hardened to surprise.
Knights are symbols of nations and forces. Some of them are not in possession in small weak countries, even if they are Class B. That's why I'm lending it to a single individual.
"With regular golem carriages with legs on the journey, it takes time to reach your destination. Personal golem carriages are dangerous on the road."
But if you are a knight, can you finish your journey early and come back safely? It was such an idea.
"Tauro, I think it's worth it."
To that word, the deputy guild chief nods naturally, a little late and the chief and mechanic also continue.
Tauro's extended holiday thus moved in the direction permitted by the Old Lady.