"Hey what is it!? I didn't ask you! This is happening!
Usually it's backward support, a priestly profession, but the elf-eared boy, who is now heavily in the universe, penetrated thoughtfully around the sunshining Jomtien.
"... help now"
and shrugged reluctantly, and shrugged the demon arrow. I don't know, I can always see more and more manhood.
For once, they look good in a clear sky, but that's the sound of their flight that makes them feel dull and unpleasant. Moreover, the decadence of its body somehow robs the motivation of those who confront it.
—— Here you are, bipteryx (maybe).
Whimpering inside, wow, that sounds kind of fierce... My gaze is nailed to a visitor who is only disproportionate to a raucous street, a large insect like an ab like a fly.
"It's Lightning Bolts!
If the demon arrow released by Shush-chan frees Solol-kun and Mr. Rice just goes to pick it up.
Flying enemies. Besides, the number is there, so Mr. Reps activated the extensive magic of thunder.
—— Oh wow! Hit monsters coming down in pieces!!
Besides, that extensive magic effect is so cool with the thunder it runs, it's even halfway through the hit rate! and. I turned a respectful eye to Usa Ear's grandfather and asked the brave man in the stream.
The brave man slashes all the monsters who feel like they're falling apart from the sky, mixed with flies and abs, not dropping them on the carriage we ride, so they can jump and dance. Shh struck out those areas that were finely cut, and in no time the battle is at an end.
Fighting a flying monster this size is rare... and. At the end of the day, "I need to show you a good place too," Rice smiled refreshingly as he looked over at me, piercing a scurvy dive at Mr. Reps' magic attack with a spear in his hand. It was a throw that made room, but it wasn't about how Mr. Rice's visualized seep of magic twitched and teased him into his gain. It was somehow cool, and it wasn't about mouthing a medium dictated line or anything at the moment of further throwing, but it was firmly decided that adult tannin ~ charm.
—— The brave ones will also wrap up this sinister aura or something extra when they get older! I'm so looking forward to it now!! I'll chase you everywhere!
I guess what I thought in my heart came up on my face.
"Hey, are you going to chase me at that age?
I smiled at Mr. Ishruka as I panicked and mismocked when I heard a chilling, tired voice.
"Nevertheless, it is. I think that monster was Orolo... but I've never heard of him coming out on this street."
"Besides, that size is boss by itself."
"What's that? Obviously suspicious."
"... but it was easy to beat through"
Listening to the line of the Four, the silent brave man nods affirmatively.
"With the appearance of monsters who are not supposed to be here, there is an unexpected danger ahead. Let's keep our heads together and move on."
Somehow horrified by the serious lines as usual, Mr. Ishrka, who sat beside him, sneaks in his ears on the carriage starting to move.
"It looks like no strange enemies are coming out today."
"... I wish I could tell you if you knew"
"I don't like it. He's a plain character among the brave men in line, but he's been traveling over the continent since he was little, so plain ~ he's got a lot of general knowledge. The others are pretty dull, only sharp around here. First of all, they suspect the existence of unique skills."
"I have to say something, don't you think it's just an array of predictive skills"
"You know what? Even predictive skills are rare. So I suppose they'll speculate again. Probably a hassle later."
You can't be so easy to find out, and mistakenly, it's not a card you hang up here, is it?
To the way Ish talks pale, well, I know how you feel, too.
Although I would like to teach the brave man who is making it look good, the presence of childhood friends is also quite important. I close my mouth in a complicated mood and look forward.
The brave man, who came forward in turns with Mr. Rice, rides a horsey animal and goes down a rough road rocking his dark hair.
—— Is that heavy sword bearable as a horse?
The conversation with Ish was separated, and I thought to Mr. Great Sword, who had been carried, that the person's eyes were blind. I can't believe you got to see a brave man so close by ~ and at the same time.
--It's pretty heavy when it's that big.
And I imagine it's somewhat close to frightening.
Animals carrying brave men for that don't look dangerous underfoot, so a horse in the fantasy world must be a pretty sturdy build…
The same thing may happen again because of the unexpected monster that struck me at a time when the sun didn't tilt. Thanks to some nervousness. After that, even though we occasionally encompassed regular monsters, etc. who appeared on the streets, it seems that we proceeded at a rather high pace.
When the bright sun was about to turn orange, Ish, who knew the itinerary, muttered looking at the horse with reluctant eyes, "Because it's bad when you get tired," so it went hand in hand with a little early camping preparation.
Morning, noon, and extremely simple rice continued, so when we decided on the camp location, we immediately ordered food. Everything was about wanting milk soup and hamburger, so when I relaxed my back, which hurt a bit while I sat down, I just got to cook.
Personally, I'm a rice cook in Hamburg, but I'm still very unfamiliar with Western-style party members. The sukiyaki sukiyaki the day before pressed the rice without picking it up, but let's also take bread hopes today. Now, what takes the most time… and think about the order in which you put your hands on it, and fish out an item bag with ingredients that Ish gave you "free to use".
The brave party spreads (bulbs) as usual beside it, and the leps left nearby quickly set fire to it. I want stable firepower if possible to make milk soup. If that's what you told Ish, how about this for an outdoor all-purpose Kamado? and returned with smile.
"If it's user-friendly, you can think about it"
In the dark, let them use it first, and I've just stated the consumer's exemplary answer.
"You have no choice. It's special."
And, let me flatter my shoulder a little, someone who lights me up.
I said this was already a confident product. I loosened my cheeks a lot, well, check out the arrangements! and put fire in the all-purpose kamado. Although there was a trial and error in the thickness and redness of the charcoal, the cooked rice and the soup planted were convincing inside.
Whoa, isn't that good? I think I might buy it.
"Anyway, I'd like a fire station (stove) for animal demon stone consumption, used in an urban restaurant or something."
Try pushing a few challenges.
Well, but. That's where we've been for years, playing childhood friends. Mutual thoughts emerge with one gaze, laughing out both as they line up in the cooking space.
"I don't have a stove, though. Portable products are still pretty expensive."
"Hey, I was just trying to say it with all due respect. Oh, I'll take this kamado."
"Maido. Good paying customers aren't the same. After all, there is no better return investment than Bell's. You were right to let me have the transfer device."
"... to grab a childhood friend and invest. Well, I can't really complain because this one's helping."
With a bitter laugh, then it's time to bake the main dish hamburger.
They rarely reflected a casual and dazed attitude and tone.
"Lord Bell and Lord Oz are really close."
Mr. Reps, who refrained behind his back, mixed in with the conversation.
Mr. Rice, who had come back at some point, smudged.
"Really. Sounds like you could build a good family."
Try to flush that line with a smile while interpreting it in a slightly negative direction.
I didn't want him to think he was hurting any more, so I tried not to look at the brave man.
The truth is, though I was so happy that the brave man ordered the rice person instead of the bread, that my chest swelled. Are brave men also rice (rice) pies! You have the right dietary taste!! The appeal of the early stages cannot be successfully expressed as to why...
—— Ah. I'm the type of person who, when approached, can't make a good appeal of his liking!... What, isn't that a heck of a thing? Who I like, I can't drop it!?
If you end up there.
—— Well, you could have eaten all the rice you served... trust in the maker and things around the good and bad flavors, didn't you go the good line there?... Hopefully, I went, I think.
And?
What a clever imitation to soak up a little bit of happiness with a blurry view of his flattened plate.
I don't know if that's what you're thinking, but the Ish people who helped me clean up after the meal, they don't get any more scratches.
At bedtime, Shredded, who fell asleep side by side, had a delicious meal today, while I was glad to say.
Last time in Yunomachi, I dreamed about the scene where the witch's possession broke.
—— I want a hang-up that I can get along with the brave...!!!
Bear the stifling seeping tears. That night I floated in the sky, trying to put in a prayer.
By the way, Mr. Rice was a baker, you know, miscellaneous... well, I'm talking about who gets it.
That's how I quietly swept away this night.