The snowmelting journey with the little famous horse was quite a B thing.
Snow accumulation remained in the woods compared to the area around the ancient castle Grangram, only for a portion of the forest that did not receive direct sunlight.
But just for that matter, the green of the grass trees blinds me. Lighter colored young leaves, quicker flowers and buds of trees that emerge from the ground are vitality to revitalize the forest.
"Please wait. … let's take a detour here"
Melting snow sucks as a path.
It's gusty and takes your legs off heavy, it slips, and naturally it's cold, so it takes your leg temperature.
Once I stopped Mr. Piccolo and looked around carefully, sometimes I had to climb on a tree to choose a route with less snow and ambush.
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"It's a bunch of ghouls. I'll get rid of it, so push me through. Antigravity."
Uninvited residents also return with the visit of spring. Ghoul is a monster whose movements are dull, but whose forces are strong and dangerous to the digits when approached.
Mr. Piccolo made a fine run through that creepy monster's march, courageously raising a small candle.
The inevitable one was me burning it down with a firebolt, or Mr. Piccolo jumping over his head with abundant instantaneous power.
After that, I earned some distance to escape their pursuit and found dry ground in good condition, so I decided to set fire to it once.
Plus if you run any longer, Cascade Hill, the time is thin and dark. If so, it's about time you wanted to rest while you're at it, before you meet the incident.
"Mr. Piccolo, please don't feel bad about Barney"
It was an area with dry ground, so I didn't have much trouble with the stirrups.
Without complaining about the cold evil road, Mr. Piccolo has driven us this far.
Now I sit in dry soil without fear of flames, so as to stick to warm fires.
"He wanted to give you a place to be active. I thought if I helped you with the field job, you'd be more respected by everyone."
When your body warms up, throw this plush away and you have to run again.
Mr. Piccolo felt tired or sleepy and put on his eyelids.
"If you want to return to the human world, I will take you on the next Lehm expedition, what do you want to do?
Then the horse's ears picked up. Then arose his neck, which he had flung, and Piccolo shook his face beside me.
"So once again as a companion, will you help us pioneer"
In the next inquiry, Mr. Piccolo followed suit.
I'm still smart. There are only a selection of horses arranged for Princess Halcyon's escape.
"Thank you.... To tell you the truth, I thought it would be too bad to lose a leg called you. Now that it's difficult to get to and from Cascade Hill, your mobility and loading capability are invaluable. Oh."
Then Mr. Piccolo stands up for what he thought.
Then all I'm saying is let's go, ring it down and look southeast. with gentle sideways as inviting me.
"I think it would be nice if it warmed up a little bit, but can't you swell up that feeling?... Then I'll be there, Mr. Piccolo!
A short time after Cascade Hill, when I covered up the traces of the bonfire, I ran through with Mr. Piccolo and pushed him to the local Henry Gustav Chamber of Commerce owned stable.
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Those wrinkly deep bulldogs soon appeared in a horse cabin on the outskirts of Cascade Hill.
It literally flew in without changing my pajamas when I heard the newspaper, or something like that.
"I thought you were coming, you cat bastard..."
"Was it a prospect, that's the baron. But a dog's meatball pattern is a surprisingly cute pyjama."
"Oh, my mom used to..."
"That's a good story."
"This is the kind of pattern my mom bought me, heh... I miss it, heh, maman..."
"Yes. Really? I can only give it back."
The baron is quiet at all times. He's usually the one who says gangster with more fighting hips.
Well, I know what caused it.
Because I fulfilled his only wish, Reed Armado's wish to rescue him, the Baron cannot act ungrateful.
He's also a social beast thing. Inucht, that's the kind of person and race he is.
"Don't worry, Reed's fine. The men and women in it are very fond, as long as they are already hot and envious."
"Right..."
The cute pajamas wok left his back on the walls of the horse cabin and made his misleading face awesome as usual because it would stick awesome.
"You look happy back there"
"Right..."
"Yeah, that kid's smart, but he's too gentle. It's bad for his father, Real, but I don't suppose he was ever meant to be a duke."
"Take it real, it's my kid who finally made it... I don't have a choice."
Right. Besides, thank you very much to that and other predecessors of the Duke of Real.
Reed is similar to his wife, but somehow I can feel the shadow on that one.
"I can't say strongly about that, either. Would it be cuter to be a real child?"
"Hmmm... thanks, now Maman is happy too... Thank you, Beretotrute Harthol Perbust. Please, keep asking for a lead."
"Let me swear on the honor of the honorable Baron Gustav family, I'll take care of it. Oh, more than that, Baron."
"Heh, then shut your mouth now, you cat bastard.... hey loading!
A baron's subordinate Inucht appeared in the stable.
Not much, but a multitude of leather bags, divided into small pieces for easy transport by horses, are lowered before me.
"Oh my God, how did you figure out what you wanted this one...?
The contents were stuffed with potatoes and satoimo respective seed potatoes, plus soy, rye.
I was going to buy wheat, but preferably a variety resistant to the cold if planted in this season.
In other words, it looked exactly like our formula.
"Keh, I told you I thought you were coming. Besides, most importantly, ahhhhhhhhhhh, Patia! If you think about your growth at all, you will naturally serve me like this, but temeh!!
Will it be time to stop delving into Patia with anger at me, Baron?
"Ugh... I see you... I see you now, Mr. Patia... Kuuuuuuuuu......"
What did you like so much about her?
When the Baron closed his eyes, he seemed to want to wave his tail at Mr. Patia in delusion.
Then I lose so much, and he turns to Mr. Piccolo.
I'm a lot more alert to whether he's already guessing with his skin that he's a fierce character.
"Was it definitely piccolo...... Please, Patia. ♪ Bring it to us. I don't want to make those kids feel twitchy again... Instead of my parents, I can't believe they dumped me from the country. Oh, poor thing. Oh..."
Baron, please don't make fun of my horse because it's hard to yell at me instead of the usual greeting.
But the Baron and Piccolo seemed to have succeeded in mysterious will communication, and Piccolo nodded and saw them gently rubbing their sides against the Baron.
"Piccolo, do you agree with Temehe... Leads, please protect him... Wong, the priority is, of course, Mr. Patia is the top priority, you understand?!
The dog and horse were stuck together and talking about something with Hinhin, One One One.
The former is a beast and the latter is supposed to be an honorable Demon Realm nobleman...... from me it only looked like a beast and a beast anymore.
"Mr. Piccolo, it gets cold when the sun goes down, and let's go home. Mr. Piccolo? Could it be that you like the Baron...?
Piccolo's a phony thing. He gave it back to me without a lot.
"He's a good horse, if I'm not mistaken in my eyesight, even a castle is a famous horse I can buy... Piccolo, please, Patia. ♪ I asked... ♪
Ignoring it all because of the strange friendship that was sprouting, I put my stuff on Piccolo.
Then he tore them apart, rode them, and returned to the scars of the earth with as much seeds and potatoes as he could carry with his horse.
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The next day, I woke up after noon to see something unusual beyond the eastern balcony.
How dare Piccolo go ahead and pull the farm tools himself and plow me a new field.
He's a really smart horse. Again, Piccolo doesn't need a whip, he was proving that fact himself.
No. Excuse me, was Piccolo definitely her (...)?
"Good, that's my horse! I'm proud of you!
"Mr. Piccolo. Eh! Wow, I don't have a patia, I have to hang in there a lot, I can't get through every mess, I'm already over it! Mr. Piccolo just doesn't feel good..."
In my ear, mixed with drowsiness, arrived unhappy.
Are you even trying to keep your promise to the Baron in discipline?
If you look closely, Mr. Piccolo seemed to care more about Patia than he ever did, or to be keeping an eye on her.
"Good morning, Mr. Electrum. That, what's wrong?
Blurry as I watched their exchange, a lovely boy stood on my back.
He looks down at the field stretching out into the square, wondering how interesting he sees things.
"No, I thought you'd thrown away the friendship between the dog and the horse."
"What... Uh, I know about horses, but who do you mean by dogs?
"I'm the Baron."
"... Huh?
I have taught the Lovelay boy what happened yesterday.
"Did you know Baron's favorite pyjamas are cute ones with dog meatballs patterns?
"... Huh!!?
The Baron was a fine man, but also that he was still an authentic mazacon. As a companion to a tiny beauty story.
This is how the distance between you and Mr. Piccolo has been reduced thanks to the Baron.
Nor did I abandon the friendship between a dog and a horse.