Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 102 Night Consulate

Lovers staring at each other, reaching out to each other when they were close enough to say if they could reach or not slowly... flipped in an instant and quickly shielded themselves! Shit, you're sharp!

"No, you can't burn it unless you exclude me because my shield's in the way, okay? This history of not having a girlfriend = can you leave the shield because the extreme flame magic (Jerassie) of an old high school boy burns himself? I can't burn you, you guys? Are you disturbing me?

"" "Don't bake! Don't burn it! Jerassie and Polar Flame magic are different! That's just a magic attack, all the time!

A flaming bullet that turns from red to orange and eventually brightens blue while the color disappears and approaches white light. You have five shots properly prepared, but when that shield has a hole, I have to fix it, so you can't burn it when you can set it up, can you? If you think so, you'll be feathered and crushed by a mountain of munchkins, a little mountain! Koyama's in pain! Whoa, whoa!

"" "Sorry to interrupt -. Sasa, go ahead! Come on, come on, come on!" I missed you, my honey❤. ""

"" "Don't -! What the hell do you think we are?

"" "Eh! Mocha Pu?

"" "Because you guys are definitely too far affected... you're coming a long way, aren't you? What you say and how you think." "

"" "............... lying! There's no way!" "" Yeah, it's a proper "people"! "" Don't stutter me, too? "" Damage to my maiden reputation! You're forbidden from spreading bad reviews on women, aren't you? "" Is that the bed scene yet? "" You have to be nice! "" And gradually fiercely? "" "" Ahhh!

No, if you don't stay, you can't burn it. There's a burning burning scene waiting for you, so why don't you get rid of Raccoon from Mount Cucumber first? I don't know who it is all over the place, but I remember only teeth with their heads around them!

"" "You guys would actually be contented old men! What the heck is that?!?" "

"" "Um, do you think I just heard a hard word to forgive? Oh, Yuki-kun, you can cook it, right? Until the heart and the heart." "

"" "I'm sorry -! Let it go, give it a break. I mean, that white flame just now. Oh, shit! That's not the level of dying and not dying, because it was fucked up!

Yeah, red is 800 degrees in orange (orange) at 600 degrees, that's all I've ever seen of fire magic in different worlds, flame magic. This is probably because I don't know the color temperature of the flame as knowledge and can only imagine red or orange, the 1,000 degree yellow flame will only know a blacksmith or some kind of craftsman, and I can't go from 1,300 degree white to more than 1,500 degree dazzling incandescent.

I can't help it because all this is at most 1,000 degrees for condensed coal and charcoal, but even the gas stoves used by modern people are at 1,700 degrees, and matches and fireworks are up to 2,500 degrees instantaneous. You wouldn't even be standardized for temperatures, you wouldn't even notice -- yeah, fire magic is the unconscious modern knowledge cheat, the images you have are already out of common sense in different worlds, right? Yeah, you want to burn it?

"Ya, Yao. I'm sorry I asked you to work so suddenly. There's no reason to gather cooks from all over the border when something delicious suddenly happens on a thousand people basis, and the army gathered for this border. At the very least, are you listening to me say I'm sorry that I couldn't make it because I wanted to be a neighborhood lord at the welcoming party? I called you in the first place, why are you buried earlier? Oh, Commissioner, this is early for you to come. Can you ask for an interpreter for Yao, who's talking about moga downstairs? And why are you even burying our daughter and princess together? Heavy on boulders...... no, nothing! I don't think you can take it personally. Go ahead."

He was vulnerable to the splitting of borderline kings and military gods alias! But that's my wife. I just stopped by "heavy"! You had no life in one letter, yeah, you're scared, aren't you? But seriously, it's heavy, isn't it? Whoa, whoa!

"Ah, the ring! I'm wearing a ring for you!" "" "Ahhh! Happy engagement!", "" Thank❤ you "," "Ugh? What's an engagement!?" ""... that ring is an engagement ring, right? "" "" Seriously? "" "" "" "Yeah, it's decided with the left hand pharmacopoeia. Perfect," "" "" "Hey, far away! You're for protection!" "(Moga Moga Moga Stupid)" 'Cause "eternal love" is sculpted in ancient language! "" "" "" Ahhh! "" "" "" "That's the first time I've heard that!" "" (Pamper Caper, Pampa Caper ")" "" "Snake is playing trumpet!?" "Yeah, never mind, do you? And that snake better not be appraised, right? Because it's bad for the heart." "Uh, it's inscribed in the old saying," I want to protect you all the time "on my armor! With decorative characters," "Wow, this is" Let's Live Together, "" This is "To You Important"! "" I like to keep my life over you. "" "Caaaaaaah, nice -!" "True - you're elaborate - over here in French" la vie en rose avec toi (rosy life with you) "' Cause -" Kuh, you bitch! "" "" I can't read or write French! This is the first time I've heard of it! "" "This shield's" Je marche la vie ensemble "is nice too!" "Uh," Love you now and forever. "in English!" "Wow, Barbarella and the others are bright red. Cute -" "Because if they say" tous les deux (always for two), "" No, no, "Pour Amour.Pour Amour (with love, for love)" is good too - "I knew it!" I'm happy when you're happy. "" "But short on the ring," MY ONLY LOVE. "" That's nice and powerful. "" Yao, you're embarrassing me! "" "The strongest is this" je t 'aimer ai toute ma vie "after all?" "" "Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" "" "" "" Oh... you were tired, weren't you? "" "" "" "Happy -!" "" "" "" Thank❤ you "" "" "It's too late..." "

Silently cooking and lining up, the turbulence of mass-produced furious treats fills the table and overflows. At the edge of my sight, the flirting raspberries and Mojas are flirting over there! Besides, working well is a good way to remind me to eat, make the BBQ skewers thick and heavy and sharpen them well. Yeah, with a blow whether this is a demon or not...... huh?

"Ugly! That's definitely not a cooking skewer, is it?" "What, the spear" Javelin "just to say it's meaty for once!!" "And don't throw it at this close range! That doesn't mean throw away. Yes!! Don't throw, be scared!!"

"No, you're not guilty of throwing spears attitudes and behavior when you come here with an arm-wrapped appeal where pity boys who usually don't have her work upright, are you? Yeah, it's in the whole law book, too, right?

Sister Macchio has no shadow of her usual stern face, and a smile that seems to spill the joy of happiness on her shoulders with her arms together so that she can reach Moga's arms.

"" "It's your fault - but yours!" "" And you were spear-throwing, not in a throwing attitude!! "

Thousands of Mocha can't even be worn while flirting.

"Uh, you don't listen well, do you? You blame people for being Mocha, but Mocha doesn't heal, does it? Yeah, let's bake, shall we? 'Cause I heard exactly which one of the decorative carvings (messages) I'm going to make, right? You guys chose" any of it's good, "because I'm a pathetic boy high school kid who's shown up and hit and abused for nothing, and scorching magic (Jerassie) burns up and ignites on you guys is also an unfortunate accident, right? Shall we burn it?

It's a terrible proposition. Totally, when I hand it over properly, I check with the product and perfectly fulfill my responsibility without complaining (about the complaint). I guess you guys used to go to international games and stuff all the time so you can speak English! It's your own fault!

"Don't bake! Uh, but it's amazing - I'm happy, and I probably won't be able to say it with my mouth for the rest of my life... thank you, ring and armor"

"Be polite to the sheath of the sword... well, it would be a proper life, but it would be a battlefield, together, uhh... you just have to walk! Walk!"

"Well, I have a lot to say... weapons and armor were top notch, no more comforting protection. Thank God."

"" "Master Yao, I will use it for the rest of my life, thank you. I will stay with the weapons I received with my partner until the time of my death." "

Yeah, you're absolutely in love! Bake BBQ in agony about not baking this and what to bake? Yeah, I'm forcing the fasting high school girls to add me!

"No, you can break and throw away your arsenal, okay? That's for life to last, so if you save your life and break it, that's what you want. Yeah, don't run out of weapons and lives, let's live properly, shall we? Oh?"

"" "" "Thank you." ""

They showed me, they snuck right in front of me! Prepare ice cream for dessert while making vegetable stir-fry and baked udon with regrettable, jealous, envious, angry, angry mess...... it was a long way to go to ice cream, well it was a long way to a stable supply of raw cream and refrigerated storage. But while ice cream is finally starting to circulate, there's no vanilla. Something must be raw cream with what appears to be some kind of milk and some kind of yolk sugar.

Let it bubble with vibrating magic and bubbler combo while letting the raw cream cool with temperature magic let it sleep a little, add the egg yolk in a bowl, dissolve it in a vibrating bubbler and stir it until you add sugar, then add something milky to the pan and if the edge of the pan becomes fuzzy over a slightly weaker medium heat, I'll add the yolk and sugar just now and let the bubbler vibrate into the cancer. If the edge of the warming pan becomes fuzzy while mixing over a weak medium heat (about 85 degrees?) Put it down from the fire and immediately transfer it to a bowl and mix it magically chilled. And let it freeze slowly with foam frozen magic for about 2 minutes with the super fast vibration of the foam maker until the fine foam can fill the surface. Now it's milk ice cream, yeah yummy! Let's do it by hand a couple more times and then move on to mass production by demons under Mr. Wisdom's control.

And the music starts to play, and on the floor, Mocha and the others dance waltzes. Yeah, you guys got away with trouble at the ball!

Those guys just remembered seeing your dance daughter's exemplary dance once, and all they had to do was adjust and show it on the spot. And even though I backed up practice and production, as soon as she could, this is it!

But the music of the other world lacks majesty and sophistication, and the tune lacks a lot of simple repetition and exuberance and redundancy. Snake Mr. Hydra's trumpet and trombone, then tuba on the saxophone, flute on the oboe on the clarinet and then faggot to join the accompaniment. It's the style of putting improvisational "adds" into a monotonous combination of songs that can be played in a simple minute improvisational orchestra, possibly an amateur gathering. But the protagonists only dance, make the flow without breaking the melody Rhythm, make ice cream, fried chicken and skewered.

And send instructions to the orchestra to change the tune. It's a matchy Mocha pussy snooze time, so you'll miss it when you're done waltzing elegantly.

Improvised but simple and easy strings and intricate brass (serpent) tango. The sisters stare at each other as tangled as they blush, led by the Mogadishu, and dance with a hug and passion while tele. It is the dance of Tango, a dance of passion that dances vigorously, dynamically, courtship dance with limbs that are not even remembered and forged to dance gradually, and dance intensely while the intensity of affection remains.

Anyway, I can't tell you what Mogadishu cares about, because it's Mogadishu. Then it's like a brain muscle, you can talk to each other in physical language with your body...... uh, something super annoying about regrettable jealous envious angry! As he plays the sound of a glorious passion, a sad, temperamental boy-high school sad saxophone rings. And then the chickens are ringing too... Yeah, Mr. Bird (Coca) should get some sleep, right?

Fill up the soldiers close to 10,000 and serve dessert and your job is done. But when I'm done with this vibe and I'm free, I feel like I'm gonna be dancing again, okay? Let's make pudding too...... shall we bake cookies? 'Cause you feel some kind of gaze?