West of Wang Du, four days away by regular golem carriage. Far southeast from the Imperial Capital is the Imperial Landburn.
General city building in this world, centred on large squares. A craftsman-style young man on his way home from work was walking on a carpenter's tool on his shoulder, now in Central Square lit red at sunset.
(fighting?)
The youth who noticed the crowd showed interest and went into the crowd. Live the flesh you worked out at work and get out in the front row of the wild horse.
I have no desire to stop. Fighting sights are one of the most powerful entertainments in this world.
(Three people)
Opposite each other in the center of a ring about ten meters in diameter made by the pedestrian walls are the tall bearded old man and the slightly fat old man with a grand attitude.
And behind the slightly fat old man, there was a shaved trace of a beard with an anxious look, a blue thirty way man.
(Interesting)
The reason I let my face down was because I didn't think it was a regular thing, such as "shoulder bump."
Probably one guy, two guys working together.
(I wonder if it feels like the jealous beard attributed it to the two of us)
Shaving marks of a frightened beard. To a bluish man, a carpenter young man overlapping himself. Because I had a protected experience, I was able to immediately guess.
By the way, the rubbing that caused the man is a lot here.
(Because of the proximity of the Rose Cup and the high feelings of everyone)
That's far northwest of Landburn. A biennial men's festival at Rose Castle, northwest of Teito.
For those who started their journey to the game, it's already unusual. I would say the festival is on.
Let's get this over with, and I'm heading to Rosecastle.
A young carpenter holds down a silver ring with a thin silver chain from his neck with his hands, he thinks.
This necklace was given to me by his lover, the Rose Knights pilot.
The two of them lived together until recently, but the Rose Knights advanced to the northern part of the Empire to protect their country from the Elves and were separated.
(But I'm so glad you're safe)
According to the letter delivered, 'The Elf Tribe Threat' left.
The text that follows is, "Meet me at Rose Castle and watch the game together." But most important to the carpenter youth is the part that follows.
"After the Rose Cup, rent a house near Rose Castle and live with us again."
That was enough to make him decide to leave Landburn.
(I also finished greeting my parents and customers)
All I have to do to stay is finish the job I'm undertaking right now.
I feel like it, but there's nothing I can do about it more than not being able to work at night. Breathe loudly and regain consciousness in the fight in front of you.
An old man with a tall beard just said, 'Compete'.
Here the point of view is one of two people staring at each other at the center of the wheel. To the tall, bearded old man.
"I don't know about a man's happiness. Being with a stronger man. You'd think so, wouldn't you?
Ahead of turning his voice, he was a slightly fat old man in the first half and behind him in the second half.
Why did he sell a fight to two strangers?
"I was jealous."
As the carpenter's youth speculated.
Rose Castle (Rosecastle) is a long journey for the beardless beard who lives in Landburn.
That's when I saw a middle-aged man who could follow me and my emotions burned.
(You're all over the road. Damn it, take my place)
If that's true of Tauro's previous life, he's in a single mood when he sees his lovers leaning shoulder to shoulder on Christmas Eve.
The heat of the flames fuelled by jealousy and desire was too much to keep in the chest.
A slightly fat middle-aged man's voice echoes there with his chest raised and grand attitude.
"That statement makes sense. You can take it, but what the hell do you bet?
Unexpectedly, fat old men don't show their anger.
A long beard that clogs your voice in a calm atmosphere that gives you a feeling of leeway. The slightly fat old man, seeing how it was, grinned at the edge of his mouth and inherited the words.
"If you're strong, bet yourself. Put yourself on one side of the scale."
A screaming cheer comes from the wild horses and a whistle blows.
The insensitive mustache, stirred up and bloody on his head, bared his voice as he pointed himself with his thumb.
"Fine. If I lose, I'll be yours. Instead, if I win, I'll get the guy behind me."
A slightly fat old man with a satisfying grin in front of more spectators.
"That intent or okay. I like it."
When I'm done saying it, I loosen my belt and take off my pants for each underwear.
The tall beard also soon followed, in the middle of a circular space surrounded by wild horses, with two naked old men in the lower half relative.
Something like a sigh leaked from the surrounding area, probably because the tall bearded possession could be described as the Great Sword and was quite a trade (purposeful).
(Seems to be in use, but size shape, both are alike)
Slightly thicker middle-aged man's groin with a literal gaze from the top.
As I walked over with my lowered eyeballs and raised corners of my mouth with a sense of superiority, I touched my cutting edge with all my greetings.
(... Huh!
Moments, the complexion lost from a beard surface that hasn't been shaved for just two days.
Without concealing the tension on his face, he does not fly out of time, and raises his opponent in a low position to help him on his knees.
(This guy, strong)
The strongman of Kendo says the moment he matches the bamboo knife, he understands the power of his opponent. The mustache was not weak, but he felt the strength of his opponent.
Can we get out of here now?
But the eyes around him, and the pride that cares about it, do not make him follow the swordsman's inquiry.
Inhaling deep into your breath, release the power of your knee. When you push fear to death, you kick the ground with enough momentum to jump.
"Thieieiei!"
A product that is swung down from the top, along with the mood for tearing.
It's just a blow with your weight on it, not breaking your opponent's body. But the fat old man takes it from the front without changing one complexion.
(Fucking cool face)
A face-distorting beard to a fearful hardness full of motivation.
Strike twice or three times, pinching each other in between. But the opponent showed as much stability as he thought, 'Isn't there a root stretching out of the back of his leg into the ground'?
(Chuckles)
They slip lukewarmly in the midst of a power comparison because of each other's spirituality in the struggle ahead. The insensitive beard that hated it retreated to re-divide it.
I unwittingly waved a bamboo knife to the side, probably because I tried to pay for the transparent thread.
Even though his body was separated, his fighting spirit became a thin, colorless bridge, connecting the two sword tips.
(Shit!
But that's a big gap. It was an unnecessary hand that should never go in front of the powerful.
Taimei Middle-aged immediately packs the distance, bends over while sticking out the bamboo knife, and circles at the tip.
"Kuh."
Involving, tangling trajectories. As a result, the bearded bamboo knife was heavily swept up.
(This, winding up?
If it was a real bamboo knife, it must have been bounced upwards. And there was no sword in both hands, and all that remained would have been paralysis.
Fortunately, it was part of the flesh, so it was never lost. Instead, a more serious quail spread heavily around the roots of the sword.
"Ugh."
An insensitive mustache who holds his face with both hands, leaning back and falling down.
The posture is now a bridge supported by the head. The slightly fat old man speaks quietly as he looks down at the figure.
"If I let you out, you lose. You know that."
Long beards in that word endure as they become bored. But the sweet pulse you visit every time your heart is struck melts the meat like a spider poison and expands the range.
"Ahhh!
Finally, he kept his bamboo knife facing straight up and continued to admit his loss.
"Uh-huh."
This is wild horses screaming. For I have bathed from my head the rain of joy, which was turned back by gravity.
The slightly fat middle-aged man, received on his face, licks a lick around his mouth, then wipes it with the back of his hand, and when he looks back, he squeezes his jaw into the take behind him.
"Ha, ha."
A shaved blue thirty way man who immediately leads forward and cleanses his bearded body with a towel and wears trousers. When I finished it, I lent him my shoulder and let him stand up.
"Let's go. This is the real deal. I'll work it out again."
Wearing clothes, the fat middle-aged man, who finished fastening his belt, turns his back on both of them and walks out towards the inn.
Thus, the world's number one (world champion) added another squire.
A gentleman who happens to be crossed by a wild horse, better looking than his surroundings. He is the top of three whorehouses in Landburn, the 'Seagod' concierge.
The concierge was devastated as he looked at the back of the man leaving.
(… World's Best (World Champion))
Name it, The Man With A Thousand Wounds On His Back. He is a leading counselor who coaches women working in whorehouses as legends (legends) at world competitions for men and women.
(That confident look, for sure)
The clothes on top did not take off, so it is unclear if there is a scratch on the back, but the certainty is unwavering.
But I didn't know Seagod's concierge. Until recently, the world's best (world champion) lost sight of himself and lacked so much excitement that he thought he was someone else.
One of the finest whorehouses in Wangdu, the Master Concierge of Jaanne, has not even noticed the change.
But now, even though I don't know why, I was regaining my former prestige.
(He was a woman, now why)
Looking at the situation, we're sure we're headed for Rose Castle.
Concierge of Seagod, thinking with a rugged look on his chin. But I don't know who I am.
But still, there are certain things.
(This year's Rose Cup is going to be a big deal)
He was a well-dressed gentleman who could not contain his trembling body while standing still.
Under the horizon, a little after the sun sets. Instead of the retreating leftovers, the stars flicker out in strong self-assertive order.
When the autumn stars appeared in the deep blue night sky, aboard the old lady (Old Lady), I arrived at the east gate of the Wang capital.
(You've been late for a long time)
I think in the cockpit as I let the guard open a huge door that is 20 meters high and let the knight through.
Today's business is street patrols in Wangdu East. There was nothing from morning until after noon, but in the evening I found fireworks launched over the sky.
"Goddess on one of the scales"
Drawn by magical light, it is the crest of the Kingdom Merchant Guild. It is a distress signal used by the merchant to whom it belongs.
If you look towards it, a caravan consisting of three large golem carriages was about to come across countless ant-type small warcraft on the street.
(That was a pain in the ass)
Instantly mount the cane (rifle) you were carrying and defeat the herd with a series of firings followed by a series of arrows of light (magic missiles). But you can't shoot an ant climbing into a luggage truck and sticking its head in a load.
"Loading is sugar"
Because if you blow each package with an arrow of light (magic missile), you may even attract an ant warcraft that is not here.
"Take it with your hands! With your hands."
Wherever your old man screams, there are circumstances here too.
(What would you do if it bit you? In my case, he's in tune with the knight until he's in pain.)
What happens if you get pinched and crushed at the fingertips of the golem with a powerful jaw. Perhaps the pain is caused by sticking a claw twig between the claws.
So even as I was exposed to words like "the wild field to be flown to the director of the losing team," I slapped each and every one of them on the head with a cane (rifle) stone bump and then twitched it out.
(I was thankful, but it was a subtle look)
The annihilation of the flock of ants was only quick, and I guess the first thing after that was noticeable.
But I don't know what to say to myself, but it's me and the old lady (Old Lady) who just had to lose some of the load.
"Run with a hover move and sweep with an arrow of light (magic missile) when you're a machine gun"
Regardless of the hassle I took afterwards, it should be about a Grade A knight who can achieve similar results.
(Well, I can't help it)
If life helps, property is next. A knight in a merchant guild who won't, though you'll be able to get rid of it as soon as you grab it with your hand.
If you look at it right in front of you, you'll have other emotions in your mind than gratitude.
(When a complaint comes, that's when)
I took one sigh and let the old lady (the Old Lady) walk into the Merchant Alliance Knight Hangar just after entering the East Gate.
"Till late, good luck"
A herbivore mechanic who will come out of the office and work as he pulls his chest armor up and down the ladder from the cockpit.
The young man with the thin line looks back with a grin when he checks the situation of the old lady (Old Lady) without taking much time.
"Before the sun went down, I was supposed to go back."
When I answer, I put two cups of tea on the table and talk about what happened today.
The grass-fed mechanic, who was nodding as he took the note, finished the interview and closed the log, retrieving the flyer and changing the subject.
"This is a notice of a new opening. The name of the store is" Whorehouse School ". Isn't this what Mr. Tauro said before?
Receive magazine large paper with surprise and take a serious look. Wearing school uniforms for the worker's age group, for the price.
To decipher from the text, you'll be sure to do it first.
"Yeah, I guess so"
After me and Cornell, the muscular Nice Guy with the adorable smile, tried the junior whorehouse.
"Let me talk to him," he said, when he was giving a tough rating in the lobby to an unexpected whorehouse.
"Give me the end of the whorehouse owner yourself. I want to know what kind of store you are looking for."
We were excited to say, "Hey, it's not the consumer side, it's the supply side," and we spoke enthusiastically all we could think of.
Three people who came up with opinions and had a lot of excitement. And one of the ideal whorehouse shapes was the whorehouse school.
"It's nice to see our own whorehouse come true."
To me narrowing my eyes with emotion, the thin young man opens his mouth with a smug expression.
"But I was surprised that Mr. Tauro knew 'Wind Clouds in the Industry'. No, it's a bi-perfect doctor slime in the Hanayagi world, so I guess so, naturally."
I want you to stop calling me bi-perfect because the other is golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold.
Though I have that thought, I ask back to a noun I can't miss hearing.
"Are you an industry wind cloud child?
To me with my eyes wide, a herbivore mechanic pointing to the introductory section of the sister store in the corner of the flyer. Indeed, the store is known to belong to the wind cloud children of the industry.
But in me, that skinny, tired, middle-aged man couldn't relate to the sound of the word 'industry wind clouds'.
"I thought you were a fatter, stronger person, a person who denied people's opinions and talked about their thoughts."
Saying so, the herbivore opened his mouth with a suspicious look.
"Such a person, will you succeed?
I can't say anything about all this. However, there seems to be no mistake that the middle-aged man I met that day is a wind cloud child in the industry.
"People aren't what they seem."
I put my arms together and exhale loudly into words. I just decided that the next Adult Gourmet Club would be here, and I realize I'm not booking anywhere tonight.
"What do you say? Why don't you come with me now? I'm sure it's new."
I tried to ask him out as I raised my face, but the young man in front of me refused while blushing his cheeks.
"Excuse me, I have a reservation."
Speaking of which, the herbivore mechanic knits three redheads who work in a junior whorehouse. If you say it in the pilots' school, it was compassion with a Sobacus stick woman.
I don't know if it would be cheating to go to another store, but I wouldn't be forced to.
(Happily)
It was me whining in my heart and shrugging my shoulders.