Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 105 Night Beast Nation Gamelaine Republic Royal Castle

Olds like the cats you borrowed and scolded dogs, and Chemomimi old men. The whip and sermon of the love of the President of the Commission have made him educated (today). The kings and nobles of other countries don't have to smell like state takeover crimes today, but the beauty with the whip got her. Is that what you want?

But that's not the real problem! And I was invited to visit the Forest of the Beasts and royal castle, and they all had terrible stories about old Chemomimi! Absolutely not, I've rather never read it, maybe even if there is, it's a banned book designation for immediate scrapping! That's miserable!

I can see Chemomimi maids in here and outside the Great Hall (Hall) but they don't come in with the different vibes of the Chemomimi Olds...... and even if they carry drinks and stuff, they won't come over here because the Chemomimi Olds are going to pick it up in a dash! So Chemomimi and Tail are all old men, that's pathetic.

But I usually knocked him out because he said he was there (Burritood), and he was a great jito, and I sprayed vinegar from the air and he was exposed to anti-aircraft fire from the jito, but why? I checked the rules. You said anything was there, right? I told you everything was there, but I don't care if you tell me it's a lie and no vinegar? Soothing?

"So - why was it a duel after all, you nasty old man!? Let's settle down, it's only a privilege allowed to boys in high school to stick around, so I'm not bad in the privileged class because I'm not allowed to be an old man who hasn't even taken a high school entrance exam? Yeah, you're a boy high school student until the day your graduation is summoned, so you're not guilty until then!

"" "SIR, I'm sorry, SIR" "

The chairman of the committee seems to have overworked and the effect of former sergeant Hartman is too pervasive, he danced with the chairman of the armored committee and with his daughter's guidance and bump, he got Mr. Slime's spare time bump, and then your horse also jumped me to say personality or change my beast character...... I heard this visit was goodwill, but it seems goodwill is something scarier than an invasion?

"What about these old men? I'm not gonna keep an eye out for upright immobilization. It's broken, right?

"I'm saying it like some other HR guy, but he's so much more than a no-line, heartman predecessor sergeant. (Pee) (Pee) And the audio gets cut off. Almost only Pee had the momentum to get angry and break it, right? You're also the messenger of the instructors who used to teach them the fear of what they call mentoring, right? And then the servants joined and spilled without stopping, right? Besides, at the end of the day, I was calling your horse and calling him around, but that wasn't instruction, education or anything, was it?!?"

"No, the chairman of the committee is the one who said in Norinoli," These pig tribes are together. "I swept around with a whip, and the queen descended, and I accidentally thought I'd make a bondage dress... No, it's nothing, I didn't see anything! I was just making a romantic wish for the night sky. That's why I was turning over, I didn't see it for anything! That's MUM!

Well, the worst part was the vice chairman, Mr. B., who broke it, recovered (note), broke it, recovered (note), smashed it, undone it, smashed it again. Endless destruction. The chairmen of the armored committee were freaking out and distanced... the shaking was nice but scary and I couldn't watch it, and when I asked Wisdom to record it, it was a grossly cautious mess that only recorded mosaics. I thought it was motherhood that was the big one, it seems it was frenetic, let's not think about the small but frenetic two. I was wondering if you could pick it up at the Little Raccoons? The werewolf old man would refuse to pick it up because he was strangled by a bitch leader, the problem of accepting vicious immigrants seems difficult.

I already got a license from an old goat and an old monkey to do business, so what I bought in the woods became legal. I could only buy a small amount of tofu, but I think I can have it ready by the time I get home. Only the worst kind of tofu would have to be manufactured at the edge of the country by confessing to the method.

I bought the preserved soy sauce and miso that I said dried to bonito, and I could buy shallots and grapefruit, but the nectar seemed to have missed the time, I had boiled it, and I could buy kelp, and I didn't have satsumo potatoes, but I also got a suspicious potato named as a relative of Mr. Rita (Taloimo), apart from the potatoes, but what should I do? I knew your name, but you never cooked it? Well, I call myself Mr. Potato's relative, so I guess I should just bake, boil or... crush (mash)?

But I've heard of using it for traditional Hawaiian cuisine, Laurau, but that's pork wrapped in taro leaves and steamed. Let's throw a round at the cooking department and my daughter, I'm sure Mr. Potato would be happier to be stripped by a high school girl than a high school boy. Yeah, that sounds sketchy potato to me, 'cause my name is Taro, and I'm aping a guy named Taro! That's porn. Return it if it's BL!

Well, I hear the feast opens, but when I went to the break room, I had a tatami! Tatami, tatami, it's falling all over! It's falling down to the futon. Hey, let's pick it up!

When this happens, he's a white freak, and he wants to rent another room and make the Japanese-style room, but when he rents it, it's a terrible trap to say that the inn will go up! That said, it's a small amount because it's cheap and borrowed out, but it doesn't always have a small amount? Every morning at the grocery store, at the guild, at the weapons store, receiving bags of gold coins. When you go around lightly oblivious and enjoy buying adults, you're out of money? Hey, is it paranormal? MMR, huh?

I'm going to go to the Patriarchate tomorrow, so I'll leave the negotiations with the Beast Nation to Father Meri, or I don't care.

I don't know if it's a good idea to stay until we get back from the Patriarchate, but Father Meri is a bargainer at the Royal Castle, and Otas and Mogadishu pack it in the Great Wall along the river that they built in exchange for today's potatoes for a mountainside fort and bonito. If we keep the Beast Nation safe and put it down, even in the worst case, we can secure our way out, so we just need to leave, if we keep land and rivers down, we're free to attack hard for protection. It was a good deal for me to buy cheap ingredients, build walls and fortifications to pay for, and secure bases, both of which were good deals, and finally Bokuru Road is becoming international.

Now it's your turn for an inside job, it's time to make some money! Rice is important, and miso, soy sauce and red wine are important. I don't care about old Chemomimi, but I have to protect Japanese food and Chemomimi's daughter. I don't care about the strongest species in battle or anything, but saying that Japanese food can be eaten is taken over by culture and continues to be made. That makes sense and significance. He said he prayed to God. He didn't create anything. It's not beneficial.

It is not necessary to discuss the choice of trade-offs, if the beast man perishes, the Japanese food will perish, but where the church perishes, there will only be fewer enthusiasts (fetishes) of God, which is also beneficial to the health of society. And the merchant countries don't have to compare, because trading and distribution are important, but the merchant countries are not producing anything today. It's pointless to just survive an organization that only increases its money, eating gold coins and wearing silver coins and living in copper coins. And the beasts are dying on the continent, which means Chemomimi is only here!

As long as there was a means of self-defense, it was quite strong, but it was too easy to break my heart. I would still have been able to fight if my heart hadn't broken the first time, but when I lost, I would just be raging into self-infliction, I would have been taught plenty of good tutoring there, and if I fell, I could get up or I could get more bumpy, I wouldn't have to move, I could get bumpy, I'd get bumpy even if I was dying. I even took M. 's teachings saying, "If you don't like bumpy, you should keep fighting." When my heart broke, I gave up, and it was the Pavlov Beastman way, I planted a conditional reflex on my soul, and I didn't have any more loser guts left to disappear and hold on to it... Is it broken? Why does everyone lick out a knife when I coach them, is it delicious!?

I prefer agility to heavy duty because it feels like I fought the Beast Clan, and I choose to avoid it over defense. If you prefer light clothing and don't choose weapons, you can sell surpluses! The army prefers heavy loading and needs to unify the weapons, on the contrary, a wide variety of half-product inventory is just right for beasts who use their individual abilities.

If you sell favors in advance and get a stable supply of ingredients, it's a long term bargain. If the beasts who have been equipped have the ability to defend themselves and maintain peace, they will rebuild themselves, which means Japanese food ingredient production will grow! And that's the only thing that'll put more effort into it than there's any exports, and I'll buy them all, so my income will stabilize. And if we can defend ourselves, we'll be at peace, and if we get rich, we'll leave the rest to the grocery store, and then we'll have a stable supply at a fair price.

"Yaojun. We're due tomorrow, but we're postponing our departure? If you're staying in the Land of the Beasts, I'll arrange it, and Arianna and the others will say it's a good idea."

"Uh, I'm leaving Ota Moga and paying in advance to build a fence at my midnight job, so it's fine as planned. Sister, my daughters are acting like they're tough, but it's pathetic to come in front of them and keep them. Well, the Mogadishu have the same significance, but it doesn't make any sense because I can't remember to tell you, can it? Mocha, huh?

Looks like he's ready too. The girls, too, but my sister Elf, my daughter, my princess, my daughter, my maid, my daughter, she was stronger than Merrimeri, and I looked out for Sister, my daughters. The nuns who did not have the art of fighting who came to the border the other day were relentless and blameless about the most powerful species of beasts in erotic monastic clothing, struggling as the old beasts were better equipped with boulders, but they kept pounding to the end even if they could not prevail. For once the monks seemed to work hard, but I was too busy supporting Mr. Slit in Sister clothes to watch. Now he's licking a knife with an old beast man, so I guess we could have gotten along, yeah, friendly.

It must have been a good interpersonal training, Chemomimi and the old ladies must have been flabbergasted by the beautiful girls and rewarded you... I was glad to shake your tail at the end of the day, right? It seemed like they were from a shitty industry (blame). You'd better leave (buckle) soon!