Manowa

"A white bunch of leaders are poking their wannabes?

"Such a child... isn't it a crime"

The Tavern adjacent to the Adventurers Guild was noisy that day.

A leader of a group of whites, the ghost killer princess, visited the tavern with her stomach pounding. Its appearance was clearly that of a pregnant woman, and from the childish appearance of the wind noise, it brewed something terribly disloyal.

Nothing could ask what the hell was going on. It is certain that something is going on, but there were no fierce men to be asked. And sometimes the person had the same look, and they could only watch as they rolled away. Except for one.

"You... you had your period"

"Ha, you can die, Gao"

There was a gao speaking with a smiling face and a wind noise wishing to die with a refreshing face.

Gatta.

I heard the chair tremble at several tables in response to another conversation between the two of them.

"That bastard took my angel."

"Wait."

"Tastes bad here, then"

"Ever since I left."

"Doesn't the holy milk swell yet"

(Here then? Ever since you left? Holy Milk?)

He blues his face as Zillow listens to what's going on around him beside Gao.

(Still, these guys... how can you flatten out this air?

Next to Zillow, Gao drinks his beer with Gabe Gabe, and the wind noise sitting in the front across the table speaks as he drinks his barley tea and spills his edamame. Neither of us seemed particularly concerned about the air around us.

There are verses where the windiest sounds are used to being noisy after coming to this world, and Gao thinks of it as a medal for hot men.

Nevertheless, even as a gao, the wind sounding sole seemed to bother me.

"I mean, what, that?

"Eggs."

A wind noise spread his clothes on Gao, who asked with a finger, and showed Gao the yellow egg about a round ball of boring. I could see my stomach a little raw, but nothing of the Naoki attribute was usually through. Also, the eggs were supposed to fit in the fixture so that it would stick to the stomach.

"Oh. That's an egg. What kind of eggs are you talking about? Eat?"

The wind sounds answer Gao's question.

"I won't eat it. It's a little depository. Because it's important, I have to hold it without letting go of my skin, and this is how I hold it in place and walk with it."

"So whose keepsake is that, what kind of egg is that?

"It's a secret."

In the words of the wind sound, Gao eats poly of edamame, which is covered in salt with a musty face. Seemed like a good salt addition or subtraction.

"But delicious this"

"Right."

Gao and the wind noise kept eating Polypoli and Edamame in silence, and next to them Zillow kept rubbing his stomach, which had become painful from the tension. That was, in a way, a peaceful sight.

◎ City of Gordios White Hall Underground Yucconee Great Cathedral

"Nyah."

"Hmm. It's working."

When the wind noise was dabbling with the gaos in the liquor store, in the basement facility of the White Hall, there was a clofe with a rounded stomach and a yucconeer beside it, and in front of the two there was the Ao with Nico's face, and King Carla, who finally came to visit the hot spring.

"Apparently you're stabilizing safely."

Ao's gaze was supposed to be indicative, or he concentrated on Crofe's stomach, which was quite pocky as the wind sounded. That seemed to me to put eggs in my stomach and fasten them with fixtures, just like the wind sounds.

"Uh-huh. Your specific fixture makes it a lot easier to move."

of Ja Ja Ja Ja and Crofe rang. Crofe's confidence in Ao was Max. Ao also seems satisfied with Crofe's reaction and is snorting.

"It would be. I guess so. It makes it easy for dragon air to flow through the cocoon by making contact with it near Tanda. Keep it up and you'll have a healthy child."

"Uhm."

Clofe nodding wearing Ao handmade fixtures as well as wind sounds. Around the bottom of the heso, Ao's claim to take in more body magic (odd) and dragon qi than Tanda makes them pound with eggs and cocoons on their stomachs. It should be noted that Ao's words do not contain falsehood. Use every circumstance to satisfy your SAGA. He was a completely criminal man.

"But I can't seem to get tired of it. Are you so excited about my kid?

"Yeah, sure."

It is about a week for a child to wake up. Ao looks at Zippy Crofe's stomach so that he doesn't miss the sight to that moment. I was delighted that Crofe was blessing his belly-hearted men to have a child as if it were about me. Of course, the perception itself wasn't wrong was tacky.

"Members are going to the dungeon today, except for the wind noise."

"Yeah, right. The wind sounds like they move individually, so now they're going to the city."

That's what I decided yesterday.

Currently the wind is acting alone and walking out of the city with a pocky stomach. To shake the matter of the eggs around. At the same time, by Ilia flushing the association between the identity of the eggs and the clofe behind them, it was somewhat where the wind was manipulating the clofe eggs as having wind noises.

"I'm sorry for my child."

"Nyah."

Crofe and Yucconeer were chattering as they looked over the ground.

"I just have to ask Mr. Wind Sound to work a little harder though. It's a painful story."

Keep hatching wind-sounding eggs as planned Thunderbird (?) are to be exposed. Thunderbird that would be born that way (?) in order to replace it with the purpose for which Clofe came.

For Ao, who speaks most of all, the appearance of the wind sound was also the eye bliss itself. The world was surely smiling at Ao now.

"After that, you should explain some of the circumstances to the Orring people who are staying in the White Hall."

"Speaking of which, it looks like the Ori are back earlier."

Crofe returns to Ao's words. The current hierarchy of reach of the Temple of the Golden Winged Bird (Konji Penis) in Orring is the forty-ninth hierarchy. They also seemed to be already down to quite a hierarchy with the power of the portal and steadfastness.

"Well, they seem to do well too. There's a guy named Ori out there, but he's not unbalanced as a team."

That's what King Carla speaks of when he's really just here to visit. Even while the wind sounds were not in the dungeon, the portal was installed up to forty tiers, and Rank A parties now seemed to be dominated by exploration near forty to fifty tiers.

The Flywar fighters we put on the Forty Hierarchy are taking them down, too.

A fly war fighter is an oil-spitting fish warrior. It was a fairly powerful demon with a child stone, but Orring had succeeded in defeating it.

"So Lord Carla. What is the current highest reached hierarchy?

Ask King Karla in a tone where Ao asks only a few questions. Neither does King Carla return it as disrespectful, and he responds frankly.

"You're currently in fifty-four tiers. Sometimes the installation of the portal is now only up to forty levels, and it seems to be stretching. Based on the density of the most magic vegetables, it would be possible to travel on the array at the limit of sixty levels."

To King Carla's words, Ao asks with a frown twinkled. That was the point for Ao.

"So how long will you have it?

King Karla narrows his eyes to the words and looks at Ao, and answers shrugging his shoulders when he understands what he intends to do.

"If it's like it is now, you'll be fine to the area beyond the seventy tiers. Golden Winged Dragon's squire. Now I'm not harming Sole."

Ao nodded to King Karla who answered so, "Really?" and said nothing more. The word now is a question for King Carla equal to asking when to execute him. Even as Ao, I had no intention of asking more of my Lord's friends than was necessary.

"Hmm. Until then, we'll have fun at best. He's a dead man anyway. It seems that you are allowed to defeat."

King Carla laughs mockingly.

There are facts known to Ao, King Karla, and also to Crofe. King Carla's function as a dungeon master eventually surpasses his own will.

A being called a dungeon created by the play of God. They knew that before that absolute rule it meant nothing, such as the will to exist in this world.

Eventually King Carla will be 'destroyed' as' the boss of the dungeon '. It was created just for that. That was the rule of this world.