One line of eastern brave men, requested in the Water Capital, put a rest on the third day when he finished it in two days, and the next day, when he went to the city's arms store, he received a swing of money. The clerk at the store said he finally got to the point when he heard the "previous day's order” and the “name of the brave man” while black-and-white his eyes at the luxurious party he visited in the early morning. Yesterday's...! Leaking his surprise voice, the brave man left the city lightly, putting aside the rest of his money.
Apparently, you accompanied it with a family of lords. The grand queue, dubbed drop-off, said it was more temperamental than the annual "water festival”.
My only daughter's princess is said to be the incarnation of the Spirit of Water, although the encounter is the only one that meets and I personally say "hmm..." That's how she got down here without a veil! And the people of the city boiled down. Do it. At first glance, the grandfathers pushed over and said her escorts were screwed.
Among them, standing alongside the brave men of the east seemed like a beautiful fairy tale…? Hearing elaborate melodies and poems (uh-huh) that did not seem impromptu, I was impressed and threw coins at a large number of other passers-by and bards.
At the gate west of the city entrance, the princess jumped out to give her a goodbye hug. Please visit the city next time it's not work, and he shook a cute smile, captivating the eyes of the men all over town...
If you were looking at him with the same iron mask as usual, wouldn't you be able to give him some more softness or something? and. I feel a little sorry for her in a complicated mood.
Actually, I was going to get out first and lurk in the shade along the street, but I accidentally fell asleep… a haul to witness the scene ahead. When I lost sight of the brave party and the area around the gate was finally sparse, I just tried to get out of the city with the sleaze. Basically, the keeper at the gate of the tolerant city to those who leave, for some reason blocked the path.
As I was told, when I showed my Adventurer Alliance card, I was pulled to my room to listen to a few words. If they tell you to wait until the person in charge gets here or something, that? Is this harassment? can be pressed into an abandoned play.
Well, there have been a few similar things in the past, so I looked out the small window in a depression that I had no choice. A familiar official who came there pretentiously. Once again, when I saw this one, I rushed back... Next, he swung his yelling voice and pulled the official who captured me.
"I have instructions from above...!" or "Just obeyed!" To an official who utters zero words, the person is hypertensively like, "What a stupid story, do you have!" and. "Whatever you think, it's a wrongful crime," or "Come on, don't wake up." After spreading a scatter of anger, he bowed his head to me with the exact opposite attitude.
"I'm sorry, miss."
And I'm not sure what it is, but I'm glad I solved the misunderstanding, as I say my apology in a heartfelt way while cleaning up the necessary paperwork, he said. I answered the template under the guise of a translator wind.
If you get caught weirdly again, it's troublesome, so ask the person to escort you straight out of the gate. Thank you for taking the time to thank you. "Well, what... be careful," he returned with a broken tooth.
Officials, you were a surprisingly great person... and.
If you blurry off that person disappearing into the stuffing, let's change our mood and go after the brave man! and.
If you follow the previous eastward streets, you will find the figure of those people resting around the branches that meet the northbound roads….
Oh, lucky.
And when it boiled, they all noticed it.
Brave party, man! And when I was impressed by hiding in the woods, Rice threw a refreshing grin at me with his face pointed at this one.
What? What??? Thinking so, they start getting ready to leave...
That situation inside, is that it? No way, you waited for me?? ---, it was meaningful air to the extent that I thought so.
But if you expect that much, there will be a difference later...
We should stay around here somehow, right? And reconsider.
One day I made some bare streets through the village and lay some days on top.
I notice the “pharmacist" curtain that unexpectedly appeared on the field.
Ah. That's the store I know.
Though Berlina, remembered, did not hesitate to turn to you in front of them who were surprised and tried to dive into the warm curtains.
"Wait a minute."
And I call it a stop, a deep good voice stabbing me in the back.
"It's okay. It's someone I know's shop."
and.
Turn around and d (>_...) Gu! If you talk like that.
Still, I'm worried about you, so I'll follow you, I'll get a windy line.
Oh. Ha, well, I don't mind. But something... eh... eh!? Or. Though I subtly slowed my understanding inside and pretended not to know the lights.
"Oh, oh, uh, that store! Ma'am, I'm selling magic pills and stuff! I'll give you a few if you like. Shh...!
Such a cute story or a shake.
And keep up with the story at the beginning...
Mr. Fosfo, a “pharmacist” with two vials in each hand. As I dived through the warm curtains from the back, I looked through the materials I wanted to sell, arranged in order from the edges, and placed a bottle of magic potion neatly on the platform in front of me to appraise them.
"You've pulled another rare herb...!
And when you look at young people who seem to have somehow gotten in the mood.
"Ugh, wow! What, here what!? I've never dealt with it! What fluids have you been collecting??
In a liquid stuffed in a brown bottle, it eventually nails.
"Ah, yes. Valeriana... that's Valeriana's fluid from LV80."
Because the hypnotic ingredients are strong, care should be taken when handling them. Heating and such are strictly forbidden.
Until, if I gave you an explanation.
From next door.
"That time... you were retrieving it"
And the brave man said potpourri.
Ha ha I immediately said, "Shh, sorry!!" He bowed his head.
I normally got permission like, "No, no, no." I was collecting fluids to chase the brave ones, and so on. Really, it's a good place to know how thick your heart is, and... orz.
Leaving me a little dimpled, Mr. Fosfo with an appearance shot or something like, "Really!? Is that such a high level monster fluid!?," he rejoiced vividly from the bottom of his heart in appearance.
"The bottle!?
"Something clean. I didn't put anything else in it."
"Another voice or something!?
"There may be. I washed the inside of the bottle with Mr. Fosfo's" water purification ”and alcohol for cleaning. It's a limitless amount of pure bodily fluids because it has been washed together."
"The bottle is also brown and for blackout!! You are really the best, aren't you!!!
With a good smile and thumbs-up, Mr. Fosfo laughed high and showed signs of a slight pull from the brave neighbor or something, but with a broad heart I flushed it with a modest face.
If you are an analytical person, etc., the container is not reactive - or completely unresponsive - and I would like to refrain from mixing (contamination) as much as possible. Light is the most powerful obstructor, so I thought I'd keep it out for now.
Once upon a time, when I saw a column line of liquid chrome at his workplace, I said, "Oh, this guy likes isolation." That's what I did.
—— Well, I'm glad you're happy, so.
I tried to keep it to a smile.
He was quite comfortable with the pre-action, and with Valeriana's fluids bottle and other medicinal herbs, he was able to deduct the price for a bottle of magic potion. Tell the brave man, "How many do you want?" If you finally talked to me, I have three, if possible, responses. The brave man took the remaining three bottles of magic medicine.
It's a lot pricey, but because it's rare and essential. I think of my party purse, which seems to have made me a little lonely, and good luck, to the heart.
Do you want to leave now that you've finished using it?
When he twisted his body in the direction of the entrance.
Chile, Chile.
And the sound of the door opening and closing I'm used to hearing.
Behind the dazzling light outside, I meet a green-haired woman who appeared without any concern.
—— Hmm? Those are elf ears...
and.
I thought blurry. Next to me.
"Oh."
"The verse."
Well, their conversation started.
"Well, brave men of the east. I didn't expect to see you in a place like this. ---My pretty brother, how are you?
and.
It was overcomprehensible material or something that was thrown down.