Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore

"That, has the carriage changed?

Returning from a commercial guild, it wasn't the usual carriage waiting for me at the stable.

The horse has turned into an eight-legged horse (Slapenil) and a wooden carriage into a box carriage with a metal door.

To Dahlia, who is wondering, Maena began to explain.

"Oh, he said his usual horse matched you, and he's back at the ranch. It's going to get cold, so the vice chairman switched to a heated boxcarriage for the winter. So I borrowed it because I had a young, powerful eight-legged horse (Slapenil)."

Even though he had a large body that looked like an eight-legged horse (Slapenil), his shiny black eyes turned to Dahlia like a child.

I remember how he looked and how unhappy he was.

"Maybe... purple grape (Murasaki grape) child?

"Oh, Mr. Dalya, you know very well. They love purple grapes."

It's just a reunion.

Even as I was a little happy, I had words that caught on my ears.

"What is' number twelve '?

"This is the name of this eight-legged horse (Slapenil). Because there are so many horses to rent, we often call them by number."

I guess it's something I can't help but feel a little sorry for.

When we approached the eight-legged horse (Slapenil), Ivano with the bag and Marcella with the large box containing the delivery came.

"The new carriage looks pretty good. Mr. Darya, are you not afraid of an eight-legged horse (Slapenil)?

"It's okay. I've borrowed this girl before."

"Really? You had an edge."

Ivano slowly approached the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) as he clamped his bag aside.

Eyes together, stroking the tenderness slowly.

The eight-legged horse (Slapenil) was caressed quietly for a while, but he moved his nose tingly to smell Ivano's jacket.

"I don't have apples or pears. - Oh, I forgot, this."

Ivano took a step back and took something out of his jacket pocket.

It reminds me of Kapikapi's green cold weather, a product that was made from a recent experiment - melting green slime powder with a drug solution and adding fire magic. They pulled that off stuck to the table and kept it in their pockets.

"Master Ford wanted to make fiber out of this, but I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, Lucia said the same thing. But it's too fine for cloth, it's not durable..."

"Because I eat a lot of green slime. It doesn't mean it's just grass."

"Right. That's not how it goes on with all the stuff you can use... Ah!

Turning to Ivano's hand, the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) quickly extended his neck.

When it is then tangled with a long tongue, it is chewed as is.

"Hey, you! Because that's not food! Spit it it out! Look, it fits!

Heading to the eight-legged horse (Slapenil), Ivano scolds desperately like his father.

And he saw it, and behold, the mana that was mounted on the table of your servants swept away.

"No, Vice Chairman. If they serve green hay directly next to me, I'll eat it. The eight-legged horse (Slapenil) is a foodie, so I won't give it back once I get it."

Hihin and an eight-legged horse (Slapenil) that rang to agree. The mouth is already calla.

"Wow... I ate it..."

"Maena, it wasn't hay that I ate, it was green slime processed, so I thought I'd break my stomach... should I call a vet?

"You both don't have to worry so much. An eight-legged horse (Slapenil) is not like a normal horse. Fine, it's a bad diet. I eat grass, meat and fish, and my stomach is pretty sturdy. It's like eating little demons in the woods."

"But it's also a magical slime, isn't it? Though how much it is dried and powdered, I wonder if I can get my stomach done because there is also a drug solution..."

"Darya, I'll eat the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) with the green slime intact. Because when I see you on the street resting, I crush the nucleus with my forefoot, and then I'm going to hang out."

"That's what..."

It wasn't even in the demon atlas. It seems to be quite a wild ecology.

"I guess it's like as much snack as it is. 'Cause it's not enough to go get it from yourself when you're giving it a rest."

"Don't you eat without drying the slime and burn your mouth?

"I won't. This guy said it was a bad diet. Mostly because even for rice, it strengthens through magic in the mouth, bursting from shellfish shells to fish bones."

"Huh?"

I accidentally saw the face of an eight-legged horse (Slapenil).

The stiff, glowing white teeth do seem sturdy, but I can't imagine anything about eating slime.

"... I hear you liked what you just did"

Ivano's shoulder, an eight-legged horse (Slapenil), leans over his nose and begins to make a sweet voice with a cucumber. Then I glanced at him, letting my black eyes wander.

"Even with those puppy eyes... you know there's another one in your pocket, you, smart..."

"Vice Chairman, weak!

Ivano turned to Marcella, who laughed in tease.

"Then Marcella, say no on my behalf. Please look me in the eye."

You understand what they're saying, now an eight-legged horse (Slapenil) with his neck to Marcella.

Black eyes swung and shook at him.

Staring at each other. Often, it was Marcella who distracted us first.

"... uh, I don't think I'll break my belly, so I think I can feed you"

"It would! Marcella will lose, too!

Ivano is happy to say, but they are both the same.

Note that I don't feel like I can win either, so I decide not to join the story.

"That's just how beautiful you are."

Maena on your stand looked at the two of them laughing.

"Beauty, is it?

"This eight-legged horse (Slapenil) is very popular with the male horses. He really wanted to be his mother horse, but the owner of the store said he was too strong to do it."

"Eight-legged horse (Slapenil) So is it hard to make a normal horse your son-in-law?

"No, they say the ideal is high. They also swept all the other eight-legged horses (Slapenil). They say the persistence is that some got kicked and ran away. I guess that's 'horses don't fit'."

When Ivano strokes me and sees me narrowing my eyes, I can't imagine anything offensive about it.

I guess all this is really compatible.

"Pretty good for a horse... if you're that strong, you'd be great for a carriage horse"

"It's a good thing. I hope this kid finds someone he likes, not someone he likes one day."

As if nodding to Darya's words, the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) shook his neck vertically.

The next day, Darya was coming to the horse farm in the West Side, close to the green tower. Wolfe is with us.

The cage (basket) of Dahlia contained two rooms of tall purple grapes in the winter.

In the stables behind the stable was an eight-legged horse (Slapenil) named number twelve.

In front of it, Ivano and Marcella are listening to the vet.

Mayna says she's a commercial guild, a voicemail for the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce.

"Doctor, what do you think?

It is Ivano who asks worryingly.

This eight-legged horse (Slapenil) said he hasn't eaten anything since yesterday evening until this morning. Besides, they were still wandering around at night.

Originally, the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) is an appetite and a demon who needs a good meal.

I guess it still hit Green Slime's processed product - that's what I decided, and last night, I asked for a vet to see the demon as well.

I was so curious, it was now that Darya also came with Wolf to see how things were going.

"There's nothing wrong with that. It's very healthy."

The vet replied softly, fixing the sleeve of the shirt that had been wrapped around him and putting on his jacket.

"But even though I'm an eight-legged horse (Slapenil), I don't have an appetite so far..."

"That's simply because I'm full. If you think of magic, you don't need to eat."

"Full?"

"Don't you want a meal?

Tilt your neck in everyone you hear.

Apparently the vet noticed his lack of explanation, and he continued with a smile.

"The eight-legged horse (Slapenil) is a demon, so unlike a normal horse, the magic is also supposed to be food (once). You know, in the wild, you ate meat from high-magic demons, and when that happens, you don't need a meal for a while. In the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) kept, I think less about the amount of bait, but the demonic meat and good medicinal herbs... maybe I ate something like that. If you're traveling around the city without physical enhancement, you don't use magic that way, so you're deciding you don't need your own meal yet. Just see how it goes and feed it and you'll be fine."

"Great......"

"It would rather be in excellent condition. The only thing I can't sleep on is my extra strength, so take me on a long ride and let me run as far as I want. Oh, for those of you who ride, be familiar with it."

When the vet returns, everyone looses their expressions in relief.

The eight-legged horse of the day (Slapenil) was following with his eyes the purple grape cage of Dahlia.

"Darya, they can eat snacks."

'Cause I say sweet things are different bellies.'

Laughing with Wolf, I try to give him a grain of purple grapes.

The eight-legged horse (Slapenil) ate softly from his hand, not happy.

"I'm really glad it didn't work out. But in that quantity, I often get hungry for two days."

"Oh, how dare that be so magical... ah!

The wolf I was about to tell you suddenly raised his voice.

"I might not need an expedition leaf for an eight-legged horse (Slapenil) with that!

"Yes?"

"Ah! I'm going to stop talking to my current doctor for a second. Marcella, after this, say hello to everyone at the stable."

"Okay!

"Ivano, squad or brother, who's first? My brother's in the mansion today."

"Master Gouid is first! If possible, go early. I would also like to rent an eight-legged horse (Slapenil) from the Scalfalot family, please!

"Okay! Darya, as soon as it's over, I'm going back to the tower."

"Ah, yes..."

I don't really see the story, but it's hard to ask in this hurry.

And their story was still going on.

"Excuse me, Master Wolf! I want to buy that eight-legged horse (Slapenil) next to the doctor, so please come to the store with me, in front of the mansion. If Master Wolfe decides he likes it and wants to buy it, he can probably buy it soon, so lend me your name. When we do, it takes time to purchase, so there are many possibilities…"

"Okay!

"Chairman, please send me to Marcella and wait at the tower. I'll report back together later! It's going to be our horse, so think about it even by a name that's not 'number twelve'!

"Darya, I'll see you later!

Darya's reply didn't come in time, just dropping off the two of them rushing out.

"Chairman, I don't think you're probably here for a pin, so can I elaborate?

"Please, Mr. Marcella"

Because of the confusion in my head, I get back to sauntering.

After laughing at each other for it, we started hearing explanations.

"Horses also eat pasture, dried grass, and fruit, but there are many leaves to eat during expeditions and trips like Demon Crusade Troops. Roughly half the weight of a large bag of wheat in a day, an eight-legged horse (Slapenil) is nearly twice that, eating one large bag of wheat in one head. Sometimes in winter, a third of the carriage is bait, so much so that when there's no space, you can eat expensive herbs."

The large bag with wheat is certainly close to thirty kilometres. I was surprised you ate so much.

"And both the horse and the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) have to spend the morning and evening eating. Horses eat longer meals, especially because they can't be eaten together. But if you do that green slime dried up on an eight-legged horse (Slapenil), you might just have to eat one meal a day. I don't have enough space to carry it because it's enough to go into Mr. Ivano's pocket, and it doesn't take long to eat it. Finally, when I want to move in excellent condition..."

"Oh! That's what happened!

Finally figured it out.

That Green Slime grant would be a good meal for an eight-legged horse (Slapenil).

Moreover, it is very convenient for the expedition - so that Wolfe hurries.

"If this could happen, the shipping guild would try to do anything with the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) and the green slime dried..."

Marcella, reflecting on the ancient nest, crushed with a distant eye.

Two, Augusto the Adventurer Guild's face came to mind.

Yellow slime alone seems busy, but a second round of green slime might add up there - making me a little sorry.

Note that all I could imagine about the idea was a smile.

At the end of the conversation, Marcella went to stop the people at the stable. Because I thought it would be quicker in content.

While waiting for it, Dariya gives the eight-legged horse (Slapenil), one grain at a time, who still sees the purple grapes gleaming.

At the heart of the topic, she started drinking water satisfactorily when she finished eating one room.

"Hey, what was the green slime yesterday, yummy?

What a wonderful thing to ask.

but the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) looked at himself with those black eyes and shook his head twice, probably vertically.

Seems like what you're saying makes sense. Fun.

The day I first met Wolf, this eight-legged horse (Slapenil) was with me.

Purple grapes I ate that day and today that looked very tasty.

There's another room in the cage. I'll look at it and ask what I care about.

"Which do you prefer, purple grapes or green slime?

The round, black eyes were opened wide once, then shaded, and lay low on the ground.

Even though I'm not eating grass, its mouth keeps moving a lot smaller.

Darya learned for the first time this day that the eight-legged horse (Slapenil) also bothers her.