Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi (30-dai) no Slow na Second Life

The dry adds......

It is one of the sub-races living in the demonic realm.

The main habitat lurks in the shadows of trees with many places to hide as depressions in the woods, living quietly and serenely.

Even the same subrace has no directly useful properties, like Knocker, and is never seen by the Demons.

For now, I am left feeling a little abandoned, saying not to bother the Demon Clan at the very least.

And we live in the back of the woods, our home.

"... for a very few people liked by such dry adds..."

He is taught 'The Dance of Calling' to meet with Dry Ads.

The special wavelength this dance emits (?), but it is widely communicated and can only be sensed by dry adds.

It's reckless to look for dark clouds and try to find dry ads in deep, wide woods.

That's why it's best to issue "The Calling Dance" and have them find it from the other side.

It was the surest way to come into contact with a dry ad with an alias with 'The Forest's Offspring'.

"Let me introduce you to everyone. They're the dry adds."

There were already incredible humans around me who were only as tall as my hips at best.

Count to about five or six.

I can see at a glance that I am neither human nor demonic.

Not only was it short body, but the skin exhibited a different appearance.

It lost many times more moisture than the skin of a normal person and became crusty, with multiple wrinkles carved into it as if it were wooden skin.

An even older skin, or something like dirt, floats up and stands, looking more and more like wooden skin.

A dwarf with wooden skin, so to speak.

That was a subrace called dry adds.

"Wow, I've never seen dry adds before!

It was Zebiantes who first gave his honest thoughts.

I bet you are.

You four kings and subraces, that's what makes the difference between heaven and earth.

"So, then, um... what's the very insane behavior you just behaved like...?

"You used to teach me from dry ads," The Dance of Callings. "

How many years ago would that have been?

We talked about cutting and expanding forests for development in the demonic realm, and a situation arose in which dry ads would revolt.

It's a dead and alive issue to be shredded the woods that serve as a place to live for dry ads.

Conflict developed into a war, so much so that the Demon King's Army was driven out for suppression, but I was still in the Demon King's Army around that time, too, hitchhiking on crusade troops, and managed to rush around to rule what was discussed.

Thanks to this, a harmony was reached in a satisfactory manner between the Demon Nation and the Dry Ads, at which time they gained the trust to teach "The Dance of Calling".

"Great......! Mr. Darriel, I thought you suddenly lost your mind...!

Don't be absurd to say it, Lady.

"No, wait, but we can't swallow things yet, can we? What's the point of calling in subraces here?

Serious droyer says.

"Your story was to set up a relay point between the village and Demon King's Castle."

"So to him and others..."

To dry adds......

"Ask them to create a Morinaka settlement that will serve as a relay point"

"Hey Yippersotsu"

The dry adds pull my pants quick.

"You just answered the call, didn't you? No hospitality?

"Oh, yes, yes"

I give Marika what she has for me to leave.

One of the dry ads opens his mouth and carefully checks it in the leather bag.

"... sugar, huh? Well purified. Cotton-like whiteness with superb finesse. As a souvenir, you pass."

"Oh, my gossip. If you stay high, I'll take you home."

"Oh wait! He's here! Thanks for such a wonderful souvenir!!"

Dry ads are often crooked in character.

Whether it's a racial trait or not, I think this is one of the reasons why I've come to be abandoned from the Demons.

Because if you look at it from the Demon Nation, it would be easier to handle a few steps of the type of obedient, pure, and determined work in silence, like Knocker.

Then nothing, and such questions will arise.

I was wondering what to do with contact with dry ads that you can't boil or bake like that.

Isn't that inefficient to try to make the demons do something to even the ones who threw the spoons at them?

But I do.

Excellence not known to many of them.

"You guys, that business still going on?

When I pointed it out to you, the dry ads changed their complexion.

Some have turned away, and some have not deliberately tried to whistle.

"Ahhh...? What are you talking about? I'm not sure what they're gonna say, huh?

"Hey Yippersotsu, didn't you get bogged down while we were together for a while? The eagles are the natural people who live in the woods, in poverty and caution."

Well said.

When I was in the Demon King's Army, I lost my soul knowing about your "operation behind you."

Strong opposition to forest development by the Demons was also due to the opening of markets where they fell within the scope of development, right?

"Hey, it's the Black Market Divider Dry Adds."

"Dark market?"

My peers responding to that phrase.

"Wow, wow, wow!?"

"Ahhh! That's a promise you shouldn't have said!!"

Dry ads rushing to block my mouth.

But it's late.

"Aren't Lady, Droyer, Kimi and the rest of you in your ears to a certain extent? Somewhere in this world, there is a black market that sells human things to demons and demons to humans."

"Ya, really...!?"

Droyer says in confusion.

"I know the wind that there is such a thing. But it's a theory, right? I wonder if the occasional product of the confused enemy side is a product of a fantasy to explain how it can be confused. What a black market...!?"

But it's real.

The black market for dry adds.

"The forest where they live overlaps greatly with the boundaries between the human and demonic territories and is like a garden for the dry adds. In the first place, it's hard for humans and demons to see in the woods."

I can use it to do whatever I want.

"Each of the specialties of the human race and the devil race go to the other side via the woods, knowing with its resale difference"

In fact, I can't get the product or anything of my opponents, who are inherently enemies to both human tribes.

This business is an exclusive market for dry ads.

Speaking of which, long ago, the late Grandpa Smith now had the Athanol furnace used by the Demons, but I'm sure that also came into human territory via the dry ad's black market.

"Is that, um..., legally?

"Of course it's illegal, isn't it? I wonder if they'll eradicate it when it's public. Dry adds?

It would be a serious act of enmity if you bought the enemy's and profited from it.

"" "" Ohhhhhhhhhh!? ""

Dry adds suddenly crying out.

"You, you, yeah, yeah!? Are you going to destroy me or what? Ahhhh!?"

"Didn't you tell me you'd miss the deeds of the eagles? Ahhhh!?"

"When things like the eagles are gone, people of all kinds are in trouble. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!?"

Right.

Many are actually profiting via the dry-ad black market.

Perhaps high-ranking people from both sides of the demon have purchased a number of 'banned' items via the black market. The black market should have been robustly protected if we wanted those in power.

Don't worry, I'm not going to interrupt your business.

"Oh, Nah."

The dry ads stroke their breasts down ho...

"On the contrary, I want you to bite one."

Here, finally, I can tell you what I mean.

"Will you create your settlement here? And I want the black market open."