Blue skies full of vision, bristled and thinly drawn clouds. I can barely feel the movement, probably because it's at a far height.
King's capital of the kingdom deepening in autumn. The Alliance Chief Office on the third floor of the Merchant Alliance had a small old man who would fit in an executive chair and a well-fattened, white-bearded old man who would keep his body on the couch.
"Tauro, have you ever eaten fruits or vegetables?
Santa Claus' deputy guild chief snorts at the words of the guild chief, who closely resembles Goblin, whisking his proud jawbeard.
The guild leader, who confirmed it, carries on the word.
"It tastes so good that I've never tasted it before. I'm saying," I got it from an acquaintance, "but you don't think it's funny."
Santa Claus stops the hand movement and raises one eyebrow. The voice I gave sounded a little unexpected.
"I dare not touch it, I thought it was"
When I was younger, I was the guild leader who ran around the continent as a pedestrian and said, 'I've never spoken of it before'. An acquaintance who frequently delivers it to Tauro, who resides in Wangdu.
It's not weird, it would be stranger to think.
"If you do an extra pry and get run off by the best pilots in Kingdom Merchant Guild history, regret it or not, it's from Clean"
Since Tauro took up his current position, the flow of people and things within the kingdom has changed dramatically.
Same in other countries, but warcraft power zones except around urban areas, even in the territory. It has been until now that we have laid the streets there and taken the escort to take a surprising walk.
But right now, we don't need escorts unless it's as much of a branch, and even if the Warcraft shows up, the numbers are small.
"Hunt the Warcraft, not drive them away"
This would be the cause. Only near the streets, but the habitat itself was decreasing.
"I'll tell you why later. So tell me what you think."
On a big chair, Grandpa Goblin nodding the answer. Santa Claus opens her mouth when she rocks her thick belly.
"That would be a lie. The escorts haven't reported anyone coming in or out like that."
I have not informed Tauro, but the Merchant Guild has asked the 'Assassin Guild' for protection.
According to the information from there, there are very few people in and out. The degree to which a cold impressed beauty based in Jayanne rarely visits.
"The garden on the roof, where I think you make it yourself, Tauro."
The fat deputy guild chief to finish saying and the guild chief to show consent.
"Can you grow all that variety and quantity with the size of a home garden"
Though the mystery remains, that is the part where I try not to 'dare touch'. So Grandpa Goblin nodded, probably in that 'Tauro is making it on the roof'.
Tauro himself, by the way, is not going to be lying. Because "an acquaintance who is good at making vegetables" refers to the beetles and dangouts who live together.
"If we think of it as a hobby, what if we offered a little more land? I don't know if I can keep you in or near Wang Du."
To keep asking, it's possible, Santa Claus returning. But the head leans diagonally.
"I want to go on a journey and look around the world"
Wasn't it the guild leader who accepted Tauro's offer on the broken condition that he could use the old lady (Old Lady), a knight of the merchant guild, for six months if he was on vacation or one year if he was on vacation?
To the fat old man with the strange look on his face, the little old man began to shrug his shoulders and explain.
"Recently, strange information came in from all over the place. I wanted to keep him with me."
I haven't reached my ears, so my sources would be personal. Then I can see why the guild leader has been immersed in the Inn of Pleasure Street for some time now.
"Scattered all over the continent, old ladies' traffickers"
They say you're the fastest ear in the kingdom, Grandpa Goblin. The web of information is made by them.
The reward, by the way, is love.
Grandpa Goblin had been pouring out white eyes and swelling bellies day after night to those who had long been unable to take pleasure in being a woman due to various circumstances.
"Of warcraft and beasts, it seems the undead have appeared. And multiple."
Lifeless Active Body. Eat the living to continue to exist, sometimes more.
The steeple is unknown, it's a mess.
"From the northern part of the empire, it hangs in the northwest of the northern countries, including the Niceacasian nation."
Alliance length to continue as he looks sideways at the tapestry of the map hung on the wall. The deputy guild leader also looks at the wall hanging that weaves the map into a pattern.
"Near the Spirit Forest. Maybe it's not over yet. It's the same as their plays, because they seem small but long and persistent."
When he closed his eyes, the deputy guild leader put his arms around his full stomach and exhaled heavily.
Here the place goes to the pleasure district while in the same king city. And the storyteller, temporarily, changes dramatically.
(Yo, I made my way into the castle)
My name is Vince. A sensitive magician with short canes (wands) who belongs to the Merchant Alliance Adventurers team.
I used to dive into "Mr. Twinthe's Cave" in the same sensitive system, but I forced him to graduate because of my arms up. He is now attacking 'Mr. Minitwin's Castle'.
(Don't feel like you've grown up)
Short, thin chest and buttocks, twin-tailed mini twine with hair. It must be because the castle owner is small, the gates and passageways are small and narrow.
I'm like an ogre here. The short wand (wand) that I shook up would also feel like a stick from her.
"Come on? Hey, what's up?
Me swinging a stick and forcing the lady castle owner, Mr. Minitwin, to surrender. She pulls her mouth and knots the twin tails to the left and right, but the limit is definitely close.
I never thought I'd be able to blame a woman.
Always go ahead of the target because of its sensitivity. Before it feels good, it tickles. I didn't enjoy it because of it and even thought of playing the whorehouse as a 'waste of money'.
But now, every time I save money, I start visiting Jaanne.
(Here, that's all it's worth)
So I don't think it's a waste. If I had ended my life without knowing this, it would surely have been less colorful.
"Be patient!
"I won't."
I also love the old-fashioned rhetoric. The appearance of thin breasts and buttocks and younger than age is also attractive with this.
"Stuck."
Mini Twin Castle falls apart in a good fight with a stick thrust by an orga. But I'm also devastated, and I fall a little late.
This time, when I felt the aftermath of the battle as it folded, gave me a deep sense of satisfaction.
"Hey, are you going north for work or something?
Just calmed down, a twin-tailed little woman leaning her cheek against my chest asks.
"I don't know if you have plans"
Return it as you explore your memories to show relief. When I asked him why, he answered with a few moments aside.
"What is it, a dangerous warcraft, a warcraft? Worse yet, they're wandering around."
The whorehouse is a social place for ladies and gentlemen. In other words, it is also the place where information is gathered and exchanged.
Working in the finest whorehouse known as the Wang Du Mitsuya, she will also have stories that are not heard by my ears.
"Okay. I'll tell the team leader. He said we should avoid working along the northern border."
Beautiful, cute, fun to be with, Mr. Mini Twin. Such a lovely woman's advice should be heard as a matter of the utmost priority.
By the way.
I scratched her hair with my fingers and I said, "One more fight, okay? 'He whispered.
After a few days have flown, the night of the king's capital.
A sparse streetlight blinks unreliably beneath the starry sky, the northern edge of downtown. I went up to the top floor and opened the door to the entrance to the three-story residence on the corner.
"I'm home."
At the end of the voice, a five-year-old larvae with a magpie butterfly about twenty centimetres long crawls this way through the slab floor. Make it a spiritual beast, and it is Imosuke, the head of my family.
By the way, the dangolia, fifteen centimetres long, which follows behind, is also a spiritual beast and family dangolo.
"Was Zaratan there today? Just fine."
Bring the two to the living room in the palm of your hand and place them on a bath towel laid on the floor.
There was already a turtle twenty centimeters long there, and he just noticed me and raised his head. From what I can tell, I guess I've been asleep.
Actually, the guild chiefs told me.
Lie down on the floor and tell the three of them.
"How about we move out of here?"
Imoske, finished listening, goes around the turtle with Dangolow. From the waves that fly in, he got confused and fell into a light panic.
The old Tortoise, by the way, remains calm as usual.
"Yummy?
"What shall I do?"
I understand what I'm saying, but I think I misunderstood. I rush to add words.
"You're not. Thank you for the fruits and vegetables all the time, and after thanking me, I was recommended. If you're interested in dirt bullying, you might as well be wider."
They live in gardens and sometimes hem their harvest. It's the Imosques who mess with me, but from the outside, it'll be my hobby.
"So they gave me this"
Place a dozen pieces of paper out of the bag on a bath towel. It was about the size of a flyer, and the location and size of the land, as well as the attached buildings, were described with pictures.
In it, I refer with my fingers to the painting "A Stoned Building on a Dull Roof, Built in a Green Hill."
"This is what I recommend. It's a privately owned wine farm near Wangdu."
They're on sale. He wants me to buy it from the Merchant Alliance and lease it from there.
"I hope it's hard for people to see."
The problem is that it is outside the Wang capital, even though it is close.
If you own a golem carriage personally, one way to the nearest gate is enough. Because it is the alert range of the Wang Metropolitan Guard, they also have less to worry about being attacked by the Warcraft.
"But hey."
But from me going to the whorehouse every day, it stinks a little.
When I look at my relatives while I think so, they're apparently not interested in winemaking. The flyers are sent backwards with Ibo legs and multiple legs, and the imobes are swarmed by another flyer.
(That's Zaratan)
I admire the wave of thought flying between the three of us, and I nod. Apparently, tortoises understand the letters of the people.
The two young seniors who read it begin to indulge in the content.
"What is this place?
"Takashi"
Imosque shakes his head to the left and right to ask Dangolow.
What do you think 'Takata' is, the rental fee. If you ask me, I will say, "I was told by Zaratan."
What a famous great spiritual beast he even noticed how my nostalgia was.
(They used to make people's magicians live on their backs.)
Maybe it's because of the majesty but strange and common people.
But I don't think I know the market, so I guess I compared the terms to the other flyers.
(Because of this consideration. You wouldn't have to say 'you don't have to worry about the price' here)
And in fact, 'Uniform stores. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!' with a contribution, even at a considerable amount.
Zaratan, who pulls a step back and advises from time to time, and Imoske and Dangolo, eagerly staring at the painting of the flyer. Watching how it went, I thought about the guild leaders.
(Don't feel the intention to retain me in the king's capital)
Somehow, I feel that way. And I don't have any backlash or bad feelings about it.
Admit to your journey, you have decided to buy a C-Class knight soon and hire a pilot. But still, for the Merchant Alliance, I know I'm better off staying.
(Even though I said I was going on a journey, I didn't mean right away)
On the other hand, it is true that the garden forest is narrowed.
(It would be better than a rooftop garden if I were to leave Zalatan for the voicemail)
At least for not having people living downstairs, no matter what happens, there should be less damage.
I was thinking about that, and they came to a conclusion. My family's head, the leech, came crawling up to me.
"Mame."
"Beans?"
A five-year-old larvae of a magpie butterfly that lifts the front half of his body and shakes his head up and down.
I understand the words. But it literally doesn't make sense.
"Candidate land, bean sowing (ma) Ite come te itai noda"
As I wrinkled vertically between my eyebrows, the old turtle explained to me along with a troubled wave of laughter.
Some kind of bean growing in the garden forest. If it germinates and roots before it is sown, Imoske will know the land to some extent.
"Flyers are not the only decision I can make. You want more information?"
Nodding turtles and dangouts on the eels.
"Ground-vein Lemotsu Camel"
In other words, we can also determine if it is suitable for transplanting herbal trees and reformulated world trees.
If it's a good land, Imoske and Dangolow will go to the land and tie the line. By the way, I'm the one who carries the two, so it'll be a form to hide in my nostalgia.
"Dorn"
"Do-doon."
Imosuke, and later Zaratan's transfer magic, powered by eating Vintage (Buntan), says both herb trees and garden forest dawn.
By the way, Dangolo's dokan fails to maintain a smaller junction and the tortoise appears at its original length of two hundred meters.
"Okay, so let's go"
Tomorrow when you wake up, pick the beans in the morning. That's what we decided to do, but we started chatting before the flyer again.