Manowa

"You're here. Here's to our victorious princess!

When the wind sounded in the liquor store, I got tangled up in a gao that could do it like that.

"Liquor crunchy"

I don't like the sound of the wind, but the drunk doesn't take it for granted.

"Wouldn't you take me, Kazane? I'm your friend, aren't I?"

'Cause that's good against me.'

It's strangely familiar. This beast man.

(Maybe that's the hottie trick)

And I also think the wind sounds, but nothing particularly attracts me. Well, sometimes a man who commas a receptionist without saying, "Divide your courage between us on our way to the dead tomorrow," etc. is not a preference for wind noise.

"Hey Kazane. That's a lot of work."

"Long time no see, Kazane. Want a tart?"

"Oh, Mr. Yang to Matsun, Ohisa ~. I'll have a tart."

Several voiced in the wind as they ignored Gao and went inside. They are mentes in Conrad where wind sounds were blooming to gather information. There are other men watching from faraway windings, but that's the adventurer from Winlard along with Gao. That gaze is somewhat of a mixture of longing, and the Conrad adventurers who saw it somehow said, "What do you say?" and he looked like a doorman.

"Totally. I was a chick until a while ago, and Yarrow's got an erotic appearance. Yeah?

"It's not Yarrow, and I've only been out of this city about ten days. What?"

"I just wanted to say it, idiot."

Well, it's such a knoll.

That's how the topic shifted to a mad ghost crusade with wind sounds, and Conrad's face began to pull off quite a bit as the rumors of wind sounds became clear that it was true, and a few people got screwed over fiirvoices and left him in a hell of a state.

Later, when the story moved on to the purpose for which the wind sounds came here, the wind sounds took out the futon with the same content as the description I had made into a plan, but the reaction was not good. I guess you were expecting a more dreamy treasure, and 'I actually have that,' the wind sounds weren't going to talk to you. Wind sounds believe that the presence of overly powerful artifacts and rings is not very good for people. Some were stunned to see that the most indestructible futon didn't even get wet, not even stained, even with liquor, etc., but the surroundings became quiet as the conditioner tried to hit the gelo in good shape, eating enough kicks to plunge into the wall. By the way, his name was Gao.

"By the way. I didn't get into the conversation earlier, but what did the Zillow guy do?

"" What?

The wind sounds and gao listened back to the sudden bomb remarks that were poured down when the story also calmed down somewhat.

"He went to Gara's party and it worked."

(Was?

I don't know.

The two make eye contact. In fact, the two are pretty close.

"I heard you went crazy with the Iron Rider Gara."

(Er, that's not a lie, is it?)

(That's because I was riding with Gara's husband, Hippo. why)

"He was chosen as an ambush squad even though he became rank C. Wouldn't be an arm in line."

This is what Winlard's adventurers say.

(It seems that Mr. Kimberly is actually a temper and didn't realize the theory was intense)

(You apologized to Zillow after the fight.)

(Zillow, he seemed so uncomfortable)

"I hear you didn't get a scratch from all that fighting."

That's what you fainted before you fought.

(Uh)

He's a star of hope for us from Conrad.

(Uh, uh)

(Told him to stop. Zillow already has zero HP)

"" So, what do you say?

In the eyes of the expectations of the men around him, Gao felt alcohol pull away from him. And the wind sounds...

"This was stopped by the person. But if you know that much, you can't help it."

I was russian. I also say it was fucked up.

"Hey Kazane, that's"

That's right. Gao also tried to say, "You should stop..." but it's already too late. The wind noise mouth was real from here on out.

From here on, the adventure Tan, spoken from the mouth of the wind, expands as a narrative grass from the adventurers on the spot. It will cross the hands of various people, be legged, become a magnificent saga and eventually sprang all over the continent

... maybe.

Well, there was no doubt that Zillow's heroism began to transcend his will. And when his stomach aches, he cries with sickness.

◎ Day after Acana Street

"A lot of people."

"What song is that?

On the roof of the carriage in the middle of the caravan where the merchants gathered. The wind was singing cheerfully there.

"Pakala Travel Purist"

I don't know what that means.

"Neither do I."

"What the hell?

"I don't know."

Gao, who is lying beside him, also tells a story about how he doesn't care about the wind noise as he makes a stretch.

"I don't know how this works at all."

"That's what I don't know. I don't know why."

The sound of the wind itself, I don't know what kind of power I have.

"I know something you don't understand."

"Oh, totally."

Then the wind sounds blurry in my mind wondering who knows.

"Come on, Gao, by the way"

"What the fuck?

"You broke up with Mr. Mellow?

Bufo and Gao blew out.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, what are you talking about, Temee?"

"No, because I'm too upset. I'm just curious because we're not together."

"There's nothing to break up with. 'Cause I'm just having a cooling period."

(That sounds serious?

And I thought the wind sounded, but I never got particularly sick.

There was not a single human being like "do your job" or "you're skipping" to the two people talking about such swallowing. The adventurers walking in front of the carriage, whatever it is to say instead, are talking hissohisso while looking at the two as flirtatious.

"That was true."

"Gao's scared, too. I thought it was him."

Gao is a man with only such a floating personality at random. I don't have much of a setup from myself, but I buy a sold fight, and I've had adventurers tangled up when insects don't live well, almost half-dead. But now there's a surprise beside Gao that's not the other way around.

"We need to make sure we don't go against that ghost killer princess alone."

Next to the two of us having a conversation on the carriage, there are seven pairs of ghost horns that we just got.

Five pairs, ten horns are part of the wind noise. The remaining two or four pairs belong to the Auga defeated by Gao. The hell of it was an auga that didn't knock out the wind noise, and essentially the wind noise score wasn't weird in six pairs.

It was a moment ago.

When the seven orgasms suddenly came from the woods, the adventurers and the merchants were ready to die.

It is an auga that matters even in the whole of Ni. Everyone thought it was far beyond the limits of being able to cope with this number of adventurers. And the merchants cursed their own detours when they were pushed by a child who was merely riding on a carriage on the invitation of the guild.

But as if he had known the appearance of the orgasms, the wind sounds and the gao immediately popped up, and all of them were finished before the orgasms came in front of the caravan. The faces of the other adventurers the merchants saw at that time were enough to let them know that this was not the usual thing.

"Well, let's say my delicate circumstances are good. Kazane, you, I knew you got it, didn't you?

"What?

The wind sounds soggy.

"I don't know. I don't know, I don't know."

"It doesn't make sense, does it?

The sound of the wind I noticed that I had already found out, but the layers soaked up.

"Ha, now I guess crazy ghosts can do it alone. You."

The wind shrugs my shoulders. That's a sign of intent that you're not willing to answer.

(Well, I didn't expect you to talk about it)

It is normal for a man of strength not to reveal his hand. Gao is not uncomfortable with the reaction of wind sounds. Adventurers are peers and competitors at the same time. Gao thinks he's perceived as more of a reciprocal opponent.

Gao doesn't know what the wind sounds got him. But I just found out to Gao that six shots combined with Fire Vortex hasn't diminished his magic, as if his physical or physiological condition could be judged by the smell.

And it could be caused by something in the bag lowered to the waist of the wind noise that still doesn't smell like wind noise.

"I'm growing up every day. Me too."

"It would be too much. It is"