"Well, what do you want to do? Lady."
From the example landmark florist, go to the third alley. If I caught a little pagan temple or something on the edge of my sight. From the bowl of the rounded torso, a sign of the incense furnace entered my eyes, depicting the smoke rising, and a good scent drifted around fluttering as I approached the door.
I'm sure this is the incense shop… and once I had explored the exterior, the dreamcatcherous decorations hung near the window in the store offered the black feathered props under the net.
It's hard to tell, but does it fit ---? I had some time with subtle questions, but I never meant to go in there. I was invited by the calm grandfather's voice, "Welcome," and I proceeded cautiously through the narrow shelf gap.
This is already a direct entry, "I am a participant in the Lisertia Festa. I pulled Arias Route. Don't you have a [Golden Incense Furnace] here?".
My grandfather raised one eyebrow cleverly, with an awesome grin that sounded exactly like "do to" and let the three incense furnaces line up before me over the shelves behind him.
And catch up at the beginning...
Like the [wand] store at the beginning. Like the accessory shop I interrupted a while ago. And at a level that surpasses them.
In semi-productive knowledge, there are things that look, color, and size alike that are so insurmountable.
They are all golden, lidded, vessels for enjoying the scent with round torso and cat feet.
Grasshopper (well) patterns that mean knowledge, wisdom, holiness, and harmony, although all three patterns are different from those dug on the surface. Mr. Arias had it in his hand, and it is a meaningless depth with no suffocation. Different sized bells are attached to each, and some holes hang chains that are likely to be used as shaking incense furnaces.
—— Wow... this is hard...
If it were a golden incense furnace, I would have thought anything was fine. No way. In this way, I didn't expect to be tried.
Keep looking at me, silent with a wow (xox;) complexion, my grandfather is an easy-going thing, grinning at his mouth and letting him resume the job at hand.
He prayed to the gods and used them to determine his own destination [Golden Incense Furnace]. Speaking of incense furnaces in the previous world, it was also a spiritual tool: entrusting people's prayers to the rising smoke. I loved that, Mr. Arias. There are no flowers that mean “love” in the grass flower pattern applied, nor do the holes dug in the lid remind me of hearts. What? Could it be a targeted incense furnace received from someone you like?? My whole life, I hear you're single... but you broke up dead with someone you loved, that kind of endless story...? I was put in a gold incense furnace. What did you love? Mr. Arias.
Uh, no way, scent? and hold the lid, and smell it, though.
They all seem to be in mint condition, with no “of” lettering on the leftover incense.
"Wow... difficult... difficult..."
Um, um, my grandfather drinks tea as he looks sideways at me roaring.
How long have you been there?
I don't remember it taking me much time myself, but the door behind me opens unexpectedly.
"Sister!
I said, it's been a while since Ortio-kun rushed.
A bird who stopped on his shoulder flew away, this one is also a brave brunette who seems to have been away for some time.
"I got the [Silver Orientation Magnet] fast."
and.
They hurried around to the town and asked about the "incense furnace shop” and arrived at this shop closer to the aristocratic district on the west side.
Fortunately, this is the only specialty store that seems to have a fragrance furnace. "Looking at window decorations doesn't seem to go wrong in the store," says Chris. The answer was in the three that were given, and there will always be, and the two of them turned their gaze to the three incense furnaces in front of me.
"Which one?
"Bell's been bothering me so much. It must be difficult."
I shrugged like that.
"I'm sorry... I can't really pick it out. Since all of them are held by Mr. Arias and are not surprising..."
I'm in real trouble, if I'm honest with you.
Mr. Chris nods and, most importantly, reaches for the incense furnace.
Take it in your right hand and go to the height of your gaze. Ask how things are going a little off, and the appearance is a regular customer looking into the construction. Um, but he looks like he's roaring, but he's a steady silent & faceless.
He took both of the other two in the same hand, looked them up, and when he put the last one on his desk, he said, "That's it" and pointed.
"Eh."
"You know!? Brother."
It boils down to us, but Mr. Chris creates an air of questioning the store's grandfather about the incense furnace he pointed at without hesitation.
Grandpa is there again, showing a dexterity that raises a single eyebrow.
"... Correct. You understand very well."
With the words of praise, the wings were removed from the nostalgia.
Mr. Chris nodded back and looked down at us.
"Let's hurry back. Actually, before I got here, I saw a team of five wings."
and.
"Oh, I saw that, too!
Wasn't that the team that was collecting the red wings?
Ask him yes.
It's bad to get annoyed at the store, so, I quit as soon as I thanked you. We went outside. We took a small run to Central Square.
"The group I saw had blue wings"
"Oh, is it blue!? Then, I'm sure, the other teams, it's time to get all together. What a fit!
"So, are you okay?
"Now we have to run."
"Ugh. I'll do my best!
Mr. Kleis gently looked after the boy who showed his intentions and wondered if he would take charge if he had to. He also gave me a gaze with the air he seemed to be talking about. Yes! I will do my best not to pull my legs!! and. If you snort in a dusty vertical way. With a flush of, uh, glance, I look forward again.
Honestly.
—— Hmm...?
There was a question, but I couldn't help but notice.
No, I can't afford to care. Mainly, lung viability.
That's how we go, all the way to the square.
"Oh, you did your best."
and.
I received a silver medal from my grandfather who told me about Mr. Arias in exchange for six wings: "Let me!"... or not.
—— Huh!!! (; □) No
It's like I've felt a similar “spring best” in the near past.
Surely even then, Mr. Hane fell for it?
--Yeah, yeah!?
What are you gonna do about it? All six black wings were scattered in the sky!? --- A scream that didn't make such a voice leaked out of my mouth.
But when he noticed something, he quickly turned the instructions to the bird, while Mr. Spirit retrieved them while swirling his black feathers.
"What imitation?"
And he threw a tough gaze at the Lord of his voice.
The thrown person looked a little surprised, wondering if there was another companion there, but sneered and smiled at the clothes. He wields his arms flickering and disappears into the structure.
"Ah... that time..."
What I recall is a group of people collecting red wings. Someone who seemed to have casually crossed each other's gazes when they were off the road.
Does Mr. Chris know how I am? And throw it.
The aura behind it looked a little harsh, so I shook my head sideways.
"I wonder if there's anything wrong on the road...? It feels like"
Not at all. Not at all. This one too. I'm not close or anything.
Appeal to no with your right hand at all costs. Then he moved his gaze and asked Arias Route's guide, "Won't that be a violation?" and. Do these examples of wizards not touch the rules? Quietly inquire.
"Right..."
and put it forward, Grandpa stroked his jawbeard.
"To the extent that it does not damage the landscape of residents or the city. Magical use between participants is not a violation…"
Yeah, every year.
and.
Mr. Chris listened to it, and, okay, he took his word for it, and he just looked at me.
It had a spectacular charm and deepened the floating smile.
"I see."
The voice I spoke of sounded so heavy that I had goosebumps filled with pheromones.
Oh, this guy can also express his anger like this...
Although I buffer myself with a smile because of the boy I can't follow.
The bird who collected the wings confirmed that he was back on hand, and Chris, who received a medal from his grandfather in exchange for six wings, let Ortio-kun grip him hard, turned to him.
"I feel more than one sign heading for the East Gate. We're gonna run."
Says.
He inadvertently held us up and kicked the ground with momentum.