Promise day with Dr. Romanov.
Said bumps and extra misangas, then the chef made me a basket with a sandwich stuck between omelette and ham and tomato and cucumber stuck in the west porch, offering a water bottle with frozen flamboise, honey and carbonated water off my shoulder and shaking it on your horse for a while.
I'm going to cry and chase you, Leggles. I left you to Mr. Utsunomiya, and it was a lonely mall with a lodge, a liquor store, a restaurant and a tool store, a weapons store, and an adventurer's guild.
I seriously feel like Kikunai sucks around here from the mansion and by the time I got to the mall, I didn't even meet anyone.
A little unpleasant sweat on my back.
The brick red mixed with the stone building faded without a heart.
"This is a shopping mall where adventurers often use it, so it's split and quiet during the day. Everyone is going to the dungeon or doing a request. It will be busy again at night, so Phoenix Butterfly is not as critical a situation as you think. Not yet, though."
"Not yet, what..."
Are you saying that the critical situation will turn in the near future?
Connect Dr. Romanov's big horse that he rode with to the Stables of the Adventurers Guild.
In conjunction with the wooden doors, the building had an atmosphere that was likely to appear in Western plays, and the bell rang to inform visitors if the teacher opened the doors.
The gaze of those who had been inside poured by Dr. Romanov on me as well.
Who, curiosity, hostility.
More than that, I lose interest just looking at it for a moment, indifference.
Much better than being directed at hostility all the time.
The teacher pulls my hand and proceeds to the counter in the back. Then, from the counter, the receptionist turned to Piocon, but a brown rabbit lop ear was dripping from his head.
"Ah, Lo, Sir Romanov!?
"Yes, is the Alliance Master here?
"Yes, please wait a moment!
The receptionist of the lop year runs and disappears into the back at such a speed that I wonder if I'm going to say this after every strip.
While blurring around, the receptionist came back out of breath.
"The Alliance Master wants to talk to you in the back."
"Okay. Thank you, ma'am."
"Thank you"
I thanked my daughter for following Dr. Romanov's back through the door that leads to the back, and that's when she first noticed me saying, "Heh?," he whines.
Doctor, you're beautiful, so you only saw the teacher's face.
That, then, seemed to be the reception room that was put through, and I could see through the door opened by a very good sofa.
"Oh, you've come a long way"
"Yeah, it's been the other day."
I was sitting on the couch first with Uncle Matcho's brunette horn pruning, cracked and strong, but with a laugh in his eyes, I wonder if he's a cheerful one.
Are you close to Dr. Romanov, stop to just say hello with one hand up and recommend the couch.
As soon as he noticed me sticking a little bit to his back, his eyesight got rough.
I don't remember being stared at, so when I shut up and stare at them, they kind of look away on their own. Then I rudely pointed to people all of a sudden.
"Oh, my God, this kid. My [intimidation] won't work."
"Hey, can you not do something I can't grow up with? He's a very important student of mine."
"You didn't stop me from [intimidating] instead of..."
"Because I knew it wouldn't work from the start. I wanted her to know that she had a race of adults and children in her head."
Oh, did they do something? I didn't realize.
Oh, my God, Dr. Romanoff is spitting poison!
If I was surprised by that, Uncle Macchio showed his teeth and laughed slightly stronger at.
"You're so fucked up you can't imagine it coming from your face, right?
"That's not true, is it? I'm Phoenix Butterfly, and I'm kind to you."
"Right. The teacher is generally sweet."
"I think so!
The luxurious laughter of Guerraggera and his uncle echoes into the room. Dr. Romanov says, "What is a rough idea?" and he chops my cheek very hard. It doesn't hurt, but it's still going to shred.
Who is this Uncle Guildmaster?
"Oh, bad, bad. I'm Dominic Laurent, head of this guild, the guild master. I'm a little familiar with this elf."
"You've known him since he was a slumming kid in the Imperial capital."
About forty years.
"Oh well..."
Keep the gavel on. What, but why is the Imperial Duplicant in here like this?
Gashigashi and the Alliance Master scratched their heads when they wondered if it came to their faces.
"I got a little flickered."
"... is Kikunai (of which) an outcast?"
"Yeah? My..."
"I'm late, Count Kikunai is my oldest son, Phoenix Butterfly. I'll see you first."
"Ooh, uh... your old man was scared of my [intimidation] and he just faded."
When I shook his hand, he told me that.
No, I honestly didn't want to hear about my father freaking out or anything, and I don't care.
And from earlier on, [intimidation] and freaking out, what is it?
Dr. Romanov whispered "Oh," as he watched.
"[Intimidation] is a form of skill that overwhelms the opposing opponent with fear, and grows primarily in advanced adventurers"
"Really? I was suddenly stared at and wondered if something had happened."
"I tried to [intimidate] you with my eyes, but I was stunned, you son of a bitch."
"Phoenix, maybe you have [mental attack resistance]."
"What is it, it"
To me tilting my neck, Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Laurent explained to me that whatever status I usually see is a very simple one, and it seems that the status board is already a bit more diverse and write-along.
The only way to see that is to acquire [appraisal] skills or have them [appraised] with tools located in the nearest Adventurer Guild or Temple.
So, if [Intimidation] and [Mental Attack Resistance] are both skills, they grow into very high resistance to confusion, intimidation, charm and other psychotic attacks?
Was I that stress-resistant?
Although the workplace did just seem a little black in my previous life and seemed to be tolerant.
I can't solve it.
When I looked warm, Dr. Romanov also ripped my cheek off again.
"Well, that's a horn, too. I wanted to show you something today."
"Whoa, what?"
Asked Dr. Romanoff tells me to serve a handkerchief embroidered by an elf-like condor in all four corners from my waist pouch.
Mr. Laurent looked out as he arranged the handkerchief exactly as he said, on a well-polished table in the reception set.
"Oh, you..."
"It's a handkerchief with an elf-like embroidery that adds a magic boost. You can expect to double the improvement with four prints."
"Dude, you used to get that in such a despicable place"
"Yeah, well, there's been a legend. Can you just check to see if what I'm saying is true?
"Oh, wait."
Nodding to Eagle Deep, Mr. Laurent grabs a monocle as he heads to the desk behind the couch. When I handkerchiefed it, there was a wrinkle between my brows.
"This is Elf. Don't lie to me."
"What?"
What? It's not.
'Cause I embroidered it in that handkerchief. It's me, the five-year-old, right?
No matter how many 'blue hands' there are, it doesn't work like that...
"Instead of multiplying it, it takes four times more boosts. I don't know why. I'm not being modest."
"Huh?"
"Huh? Bye. What kind of skilled craftsman is a four-fold boost just with an elf tattoo in a yarn with no weirdness in such a cheap cloth?"
Two grown-ups have such conversations in front of me.
I can't go with it anymore.
Look away and say, "Mr. Leggles, how are you?" What a reality escape, I hear a cough coming from next door.
"... you, Phoenix, have grown something in confidence with me again."
"Ya, this time, I really don't know"
If you can't stand the gaze of a slight Romanov teacher and shake your boom head, Mr. Laurent leans his neck in surprise.
That's right.
You figured out I wasn't gonna throw up... or I can't throw up because I don't have any thoughts, but the teacher opened his mouth to Laurent, who was watching what happened.
"That was a handkerchief earlier, but it was Phoenix who made it."
"............ what?
"You look like," What the fuck, you're busy, Jizzy, "but it's true. There is also evidence. Phoenix, show me your status."
"Yes."
If you say "open" as usual, a simple status board appears in the air.
"Ah."
Name/Kikunai Phoenix Butterfly
Race/Human
Age/Five
LV/1
Occupation/nobility
Skills/Cooking A + Sewing A + Cultivating A + Crafts A + Swordsmanship E Bow E Equestrian D Magic B +
Special Skills/Green Hands Blue Hands Superior Skills
Notes/Princess Baihua's Favorites, Igor's Protection
Something is attached that I have never seen......!?
If you circle your neck with a stiffness that sounds like a goose and blunt, Mr. Laurent's jaw comes off and Dr. Romanoff is somewhere blurry.
"See!? Let something weird grow up again while you don't look at it for a second, and this kid!?
"Hey!? I don't know! I really don't know!?
After this, I was slashed through my cheeks until my teacher calmed down and Mr. Laurent's jaw healed.