——— Before looking down, I'd like to check the rules a little bit.
Mr. Chris, who told me that, accompanied me all the way to the guild.
For the most part, branches near the city's biggest entrance, Adventurer Guild signs are canes and swords. Engraved with a common symbol, it hangs a commanding circle not to be confused with that of an arms dealer. I remember seeing in some guild the attributes of a contested martial arts that belong to an organization called Adventurers and belong to an orderly society, in a "ring" that is perceived as admonition and peace, expressing such will. Well, rarely do some people step off... pull a heavy door in a building with such a sign down.
The guild door with the brave... because of course I don't have the experience (of) pulling... I gently sneaked my footsteps in so that I could hide in Mr. Chris's back in a thrill. Like a date in Parshfelda, the folks “don't notice" Mr. Kleis… rather than “not interested" to the point of being quite clapped out.
I can see the effect of my skills… but what if it's a big sword on my back or something? … and. To the extent of strange suspicion, it was a discrepancy felt on the skin.
Another anonymous adventurer came in, about the air, Mr. Chris crossing the reception with dignity. I'd rather go after him. Is that it? That girl, Berlina? Well, get the receptionist's gaze. Thus once in a while, the "Berlina Lacotte's Chasing Person of the Brave East" is of interest, but it is only the inner part that is subtly uncomfortable in the atmosphere that is well known here in rural towns…
For once, if you bow your head down and follow Mr. Chris' back, the consternation of the targeted receptionists you gradually realize there is. Read Lisertia Festa's instructions for a brave, dark-haired man... If you look at it twice and confirm it, it is a professional at work there. And the adventurers, who had the paper of the request in their hands, as if nothing had happened, were hands-on.
Perhaps it would be possible not to participate in the brave position, an item that Mr. Chris would have been concerned about, in an unspecified area. Low voice So confident "You look ok," I accidentally screamed no with my heart "What!?" And the face I looked up to (cover it)......
………
For a moment, no...? And after I pushed him to shut up, I thought.
"Only about the color..."
What the hell is a color!? Hey, Mr. Chris's mysterious statement.
No, that's the final word in proper order, but I didn't think this guy's thought circuit was.
Even so, I think I can go 100% because it doesn't say no to the inability to participate in the valiant position. Then what was “no” to? The “confidence” part when asked there. I knew it sounded that way because I had a low voice, but if you were too serious and dignified “it's okay for me to come out" or say Zuba directly beside me... And I said, "No, no, no, you, what are you talking about in grandeur!?," or this personality that makes me want to penetrate.
The silent "No...? Though I returned such silence to" Let's not be no good ". In the unlikely event that... if you win the first prize, if you were to climb onto the stage, we would stand out irresistibly, and no matter how much plain eye aura it is, you'd find out that's a brave man? And?
It's a bounty game, and as long as the team leader is a kid, but some adults are coming out to do it...? If you get confused after we're gone, you're in trouble with Ortio...? Or something like that, for calculation in an unpleasant way, runs through my head.
The mysterious statement of the brave man who came out there "only about the color".... No, it's not a mystery or anything, but the costume technique that came to mind was a "color changing system”!? and. In my case, is it hair color? All I can think of is, but the brave ones want to know what color they're changing, and what's the cause? inquire.
"You can only think of enough to change the color of your hair and eyes."
"... right? I'm only about there, too."
"What color would you like?"
"Huh?"
"What colors---, you think it's good?
--... eh...?!? (xv)
A moment when I didn't doubt that a monotonous conversation would ensue.
They ask me about normal things, but they put me on a strangely delimited word.
I've been spraying it over here, to Mr. Chris' mysterious pheromone.
——— Hey, uh, why... here? Here comes the colour...!? (//nono//)
And. After putting it away for more than a beat, say, "follow the blush.”
Ha, contradictory. That, against the rules!! and whipping my mouth.
"Hey, what color is it? Don't look great!?
and. It's a flush that reminds me of every time Mr. Eternal -- well, the truth, this one is more destructive. Max -- but for a moment, though, they used thighs, what if, colors!? "You would look great in any color" in the light and the throwing mix that comes with it.
Then he is often silent.
"What's your favorite color?
I ask.
—— That's already decided your brunette is my favorite!!... (* nono)
My heart is honest. I scream with reflexes, but from my maiden nerves, I can't do that to my mouth. I feel there have been a lot of scattered events with him so far... but it is a subtle hectic attribute that doesn't get smashed in front of him. If the other person doesn't even have it in their eyes at all, I like it! Like it! Like it!! I can tell you... A subtle sense of distance from before... within the confessional area...? When you feel the nearby air, at once, you do a heckling blossom that says, "Ya... Um... MogoMogoMogoMogo..."
Can you say this in front of the person!! and.
Feelings, quack eyes, but actual behavior is floor gaze.
"Phew," said Chris, smiling in the atmosphere as he saw the side blushing with his tied mouth.
"Let's make it blonde."
And I groaned in a light tone.
"Eh, come on, are you blonde?
If you reclaim and look up.
"It would be too conspicuous in white, and if you're blonde, you feel close to the opposite pole, like a common color," he snorted. Then he nodded, his eyes blue.
"We'll stop by the magic prop store after we look down."
I've made suggestions for fear, that dates are likely to be a prolonged factor, etc.---.