"Then I'm going out. I need you to stay away."
Put a bag of potion on my shoulder and I'll look back at the front door and tell my family.
On a bath towel laid on the living room floor, lift the front half of your body and shake left and right to answer Imosuke and Dangolo. Zaratan, on the other hand, slept with his chin in a petite bath towel next to it.
Are you tired?
I think with a bitter smile. Until recently, the tortoise traveled with sinking ships, ruins, and underground graves.
All to hide the harvested Buntan. The means of travel is metamagic, but it seems that such a series was also a burden for the Great Spirit Beast.
(Sounds like a good dream to me)
It's hard to tell because it's a reptile face, but the sleeping face looks very happy.
When I opened and closed the door quietly, I headed to the Merchant Alliance.
"I've been waiting for you. Thank you for everything."
This is the merchant guild reception counter. With a full smile on his face, he is the chief who has totally been in charge of me.
I'm used to it, so I'm fine, but if I see it in the city, it's a strong side that's going to distract me.
"Well, let me take a look"
If I continue to do so, I will hang the monocular glasses and test the potion on the lamp at hand one at a time.
The appearance of someone you are familiar with who will not lose any hand gives the seer peace of mind.
'I trusted you!
I receive it without even looking at it, and if something goes wrong, I scream and make a scene. Such a thing would not have happened if he had been a strong leader.
Even if it did, it should be handled as my responsibility.
"I heard you, Mr. Tauro. Looks like he spent a lot of money."
As I admire the work of a professional, I hear a very familiar voice.
If you look for the Lord, you will discover the standing of a small old man resembling a goblin behind the counter and behind the chief. Slightly lower your hips from the chair and lower your head to the guild length.
"I can't help but save it. Above all, I didn't want to lose it, there."
Grandpa Goblin smiling gently and narrowing his eyes at my return. The subject is the throwing of private property to rescue a crushing whorehouse.
"Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!
In fact, after the joint event of the junior whorehouse that used "When the arrow of light emitted from the short wand (wand) of the toy hits, about a stick of vibrating thumb", it had lost its reputation and closed the store.
"Pretty girl commander with shell-shaped super boobs who led a whorehouse worker to shoot down a group of male customers"
It was Braided Big Boobs who got to know the name of the store. But she was already retired and was only at the event.
"Different story"
Super-sized twin shells rocked up, down, left and right, nailing the men's eyes. If it wasn't on the chick floor, it would be natural for the guests to make a scene.
"If you keep it grown up until it's almost cold,"
Grandpa concierge aimed at sedation due to the passage of time, but the investors pessimistic ahead left in the meantime.
As a result, by the time it subsided, it had lost the strength to stand up.
(That's where I come in)
I will always be closed to 'Uniform Specialties. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!' Paralyzed, I gathered information from the gentlemen around the lobby of the whorehouse.
I can't lend you money and I can't pay the rent. Finally, the thirty white knights (White Knights) reached out to get out of business.
(It's more of a donation than a contribution.)
No interest is attached to the money given, and no dividends are sought. All I said was, 'Keep going without stopping me'.
You'll see that this is not a business, it's a road trip.
'... are there any clauses missing?
The skinny old concierge on too good a story is enough to have reread Skasca's contract more than ten times on a piece of paper.
But I don't have anything else to ask for.
It is this body that will be able to play and live just by making potions that are unmatched. You don't have to save gold for what if.
Besides, I'm more of a joy to jump out of my head to a uniform store than to look at the numbers on my account.
"By the way, the store reopens today. How about a guild leader, too?
Grandpa Goblin with his arms and eyes closed to ask if he'd like to come with me. When you leave your eyes and mouth open for a little while, you put out your jaw and say something.
"There's a uniform that's been spreading to schools lately, right? That's right."
I think it's about sailor clothes and blazers. Both are objects I preached to the whorehouse as an alternative to a piece to be worn on a chick stand.
The whorehouse becomes the source of the epidemic, and it is also adopted in schools. It will be unique in this world, where women admire working in whorehouses.
(I'm glad you liked it, but the store is really oriented.)
Eyebrow root, I think.
It must be an active female student of that school who goes out to the store in a school uniform. If there was a woman in a Merchant Alliance uniform, it was definitely an Alliance employee.
(Female student with plenty of life experience.)
Although Grandpa Goblin doesn't suck at young kids, the taste is still long aged and deep.
I want at least fifty years.
(If you're a teacher, are you a student?
When it comes to students in uniform, they'll be halfway through their teens' heads.
So what I imagined was a well-faced old woman in sailor clothes. If you want the mid-teens to be fresh fruits, this one is super ripe after ripeness.
There may be layers of sweet alcohol odor from fermentation that attract flutter.
"Okay, I'll look for it"
Please, the gently flushed guild leader disappears to the back of the ground floor in a good mood.
Were you waiting for the story to end, the strong chief raised his monocular face in good time.
"Thank you for waiting. As always, it's a wonderful feat with no shaking quality."
Send out the guild card as prompted and get the transfer.
You can chat if you're available, but the counter is also busy selling and buying today. I took a seat to give way to the next guest, greeted the chief and left the building.
(Dazzling)
Step out onto the facing central square and the falling sun hurts your eyes.
The smell of burnt garlic is probably due to someone taking an early eye lunch at the stall. In fact, the simple set of tables that were all over the place were quite buried.
(Do you want to eat and later hang out in the pleasure zone)
As usual, I don't jump into a whorehouse at the same time as noon opens. I want to keep ammunition warm in preparation for tonight's mouth-to-mouth showdown.
(looking forward to it, oh looking forward to it)
A tight-faced girl with ponytails in her hair, dressed in pilots' clothes from the Knights of the Kingdom. I woke myself up in bed and looked up, and the front of my pants pointed out.
(This is not good)
I moved an empty shoulder potion bag in front of my body and started crossing Central Square a little further.
The sun, which was yellow and shining directly above, is now also red on the western ridge, causing buildings and pedestrians to draw a long shadow.
Further north of the Royal Castle to the north of Central Square. At the headquarters of the Knights of the Kingdom, two young female pilots exchanged words in the dressing room.
"Oh, are you going to put your uniform back on again?
A girl with shell-shaped super boobs asks her braided big hair while letting her hair suck moisture into a thick towel.
I was in the shower when I was working and dressed in my personal clothes, but my best friend put his arm through the white shirt again.
"I'm going to be working part-time."
Slightly droopy eyed braided tits Unlike super big tits, this one has a hanging ponytail. It's a slim, reasonably well worked out shape, and I'd say thinner breasts.
On the ponytail answering as she pulled her tight skirt up to her waist, her braided tits super boobs swayed the shells wide and vertical.
It's time to get back to work.
That's for both of us, a part-time destination I took care of during the pilots' school, "Uniform Specialties. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! About.
Lower whorehouses are highly competitive with each other and have many replacements. It will be thanks to a few but enthusiastic uniform lovers who have come to survive, situated or crushed in the lowest layers.
(Just a little bit, I feel responsible)
I shrugged my shoulder, and a large shell was about to overflow from my underwear. He seems to think his best friend, Ponytail, is' merely closed ', but in fact it was a crisis of survival.
I put 'just a little' on my head because I have Grandpa Concierge's saying, 'You just have to attend the event'.
"Thumbstick that trembles when shot"
You wanted to welcome combat experts because a mass battle was planned to plant this in your body.
Another expert, who belongs to the Knights of the Kingdom, by the way. The ponytail is stuffy right after the event starts.
"The active pilot of the Knights of the Kingdom will deal with you. Come on! Come out without hiding!
Proceed to the center of the square and declare so with your chest up. As a result, he was exposed to intensive fire that caused him to hold his breath.
Perhaps she envisioned 'fighting one man at a time from the front in duel form'.
(Rumor has it a big mouth investor showed up, but it's probably that guy)
A former classmate of the Impossible Thirty Way School of Pilots floated in the back of Braided Big Tits' brain. The timing was the same and Ponytail said something about the person.
"I went to the store to let them know when I could get out because the holidays were dawning. And as soon as he did, he made an appointment."
Laugh with your nose and carry on the words with a ridiculous look.
"I'm starving, and I don't want to talk about it. You think so, don't you?
Braided tits super big tits asked for consent, but I don't snort. Just half-eyed, staring raw and warm.
(I'm starving, I don't care how you look at it.)
Ponytail officially recruited by the Knights of the Kingdom and earned a high salary. Nowhere, such as why I work part-time anymore.
"To beat him"
He says this is why, but his best friend with super boobs didn't even believe as much as a shard.
Whatever your mind is, your body is completely captivated.
I can tell because it's the next room in the dorm. She exhales as she continues to change.
I don't care about Tauro anymore. On the contrary, I even feel grateful.
"After I put you to bed, I leave you to do nothing"
When the customer got tired of relying too much on the talent of boobs and was about to neck a part-time job, he saved it in a "boob sensitivity" way.
I got evil feelings in the first place because 'everyone around me says so' and 'a wall in the way of blocking the road leading up to the Knights'.
(The Cavaliers now greatly appreciate Mr. Tauro. Plus, I'm already a Knights pilot)
The reason has already disappeared, and besides, the opponent is between his boss with the alias "Skewered Whirlwind" and Nikkon. If you turn to the enemy, you will lose money.
That was the idea of Braided Big Super Boobs.
"The Merchant Alliance Knight's Way of Fighting is a Dastardly Thing Unworthy of a Praiseworthy Pilot"
By the way, not many Knights think so, including their best friends who finished dressing in front of them.
But now that the attempted coup d 'état between the Second Prince and the former Knight Commander has resulted in massive solemnization of the bearers of the 'true pilot' idea, there is no one to speak openly.
"Tonight, I'm gonna make sure you don't lose your hips and get up."
A ponytail girl holding her fist and raising her pneumonia without even noticing what she thinks of her braided tits super big tits.
"I'm gonna trample his face on the back of his foot."
The gaze of a big titted girl adds even more fertility to the way she regrettably distorts her face in her eyes, continuing to do so.
(You can't win. It's that doctor slime.)
A bi-perfection, or even a treasure, of the Wangdu Hanayou kingdom. By the way, one of the bi-perfects is the Knights of the Kingdom, but I'll keep that out of my head about it.
So exhale again and create a look that will give you a headache.
(You don't think it's weird? I guess I only consider myself a nasty former classmate with a gaze)
Braided Big Super Boobs realized that she had been sensitivity tuned.
Although my best friend has never had the opportunity to do so, I have layered my skin many times before. Exactly, you can think of as much as' not just '.
(Well, apparently)
Well put, I mean it. Normally, the horizons are narrow and the assumptions are intense. Even more distinctive, there is a troublesome and stinky part in the strange place.
That's the outfit now. "I'm going to wear it at the store anyway," you can also see from the fact that I'm going to go to work with my pilot uniform.
"... good luck"
I don't expect it at all, and I give it back to you, braided big, super big tits. The two go together to the back door of the Knights headquarters, where they break up.
Braided tits Super big tits go southeast with shopping district to see clothes and accessories. Ponytail is southwest with a pleasant neighborhood.
Perspectives don't follow window shopping, but move on to the ponytail girl walking high on the sunset streets.
(I can't lose, I can't lose tonight. 'Cause I trained you so hard)
My nose also reminds me roughly of self-training in my room every night. He was planting vibrating thumbsticks into his own body and simulating play with his hateful former classmates.
How many times did you wander around in bed and bite to death so that you could not hear your voice in the next room? That memory serves as a basis for confidence.
(Ugh)
Ponytail with a nagging belly back, slightly inner crotch and loose stride because of the retrospect. Once he took a deep breath and retightened the base of his thigh, he restarted his steps on the back streets of the Pleasure Street.
The headquarters of the Knights of the Kingdom, which spits out its regular crew to the streets. If I had, I wouldn't have seen it first.
"Even though my boss remains, it's impossible for my men to go home"
Because it was taken for granted.
But now the Knights Commander did not, sometimes knocking sticky ancient ginseng out of the building to change consciousness.
(Class C knights still have a day long in other countries)
Thus, the top of the Knights can work overtime without feeling comfortable with their men.
This is a library in the corner of the ground floor, in the corner of the warehouse area. Kaisel Beard's big, grand old man was looking into his past war record.
"Elite Kingdoms Knights do not recognize Class C as Knights"
Conversely, the Knights with Class C are not elite. I was looking down at the Knights of other countries with strange logic, but Kaisel's beard was beginning to change this as well.
Reconnaissance, escort, contact it.
Because it was obvious that it was highly useful.
Read in front of the bookcase, nod and undo. As I repeat it, suddenly a deep vertical wrinkle creeps between my eyebrows.
(Mmm)
My stomach rattled and the gases inside erupted from my back mouth.
(No matter who the rumor is. No, you're halfway there for that)
Frequently, it sounds like a refreshing burst, but this time it's silent. Besides, it's as hot and damp as the exhalation of a maiden in love.
The distortion of one side of his face caused a large movement of his prized mustache facing up the pin.
(This is not good. I bet you weren't feeling too bad.)
I am also concerned about the possibility of a kiss mark on my underwear, but more worrying is the fragrance.
It was enough to even stain his eyes last night because he ate a dish of spicy eggs and onions.
(Other than me, he wasn't supposed to be there)
A magnificent gentleman looking around the subtle, but fearful, library. Stretching his neck further, he glanced around between the bookcases.
Confirming that he is deserted, the Knights Commander exhales in deep relief.
(Tears don't stop, and my nose and throat hurt. What can I say for myself, but I can't stay any longer)
Kaisel Bearded Big Man returns the report to the shelf and leaves the library with one hand covering the front of his face. When I locked the door, I headed down the hallway to wash my hands without anyone.
And the next morning.
"It is possible that the poison was dispersed, mainly in the northeast corner of the ground floor. Maybe someone set it up."
It was the muscular youth of the Knights number three who changed their blood and jumped into the Knights Chief's office.
So far there has been no human damage. But if it was a sabotage, it would have allowed it to break in or go inside.
"I didn't know you were coming for HQ. Who the hell are you?"
Regrettably, the number three distorts less neat faces.
"The remnant of a solemn second prince clan, a powerful man who shreds his rights and grieves in the shadows, or an empire"
Though I knew it, I didn't even think it would stick a knife in my heart.
Kaisel mustaches his throat and coughs in front of the group of seriously looking faces who then came into the room.
"If you get upset, you'll get them in tune. We should disguise ourselves as an unaware wind and look for the killer from the reaction."
He was the leader of the Knights, who raised his voice plainly to the calmness with which he gave instructions without moving a single facial expression, "That's a bold and ringing figure".