Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Miss Shania and I returned to the inn and Mr. Eleanor welcomed us. He had a soothing look on his face when he told him that he had registered well at the end. Apparently, he feared that his hands would be turned around for other people's participation as well.

After seeing how we were doing, Miss Shania suggested that we should go to Wangdu and visit because we were packing our rooms. There are Kingsguard knights and Tina, including Mr. Rovell, and I'm forcibly recommending that the security of this inn be adequate, so I lost momentum and I'm sweet on your words.

I'll take the two of you out of the inn and talk to you about where you're going. Apparently, there's somewhere you want to go. That's odd, I have one place I want to go for sure, too. Stay with Mr. Eleanor.

I asked Mr Eleanor to go with it anyway because it was something he said - so I said the destination.

"" Mother Pan Guard ""

Phew, I knew it was the same place. We look at each other and laugh at each other with a tickle.

Mother Pan Guard is a bakery run by the Siboks, the fifth disciple of the master. Apparently the name came from Cecilina, Sibok's wife, who expressed her determination by squeezing a firm oak bread, saying, 'I will protect the store with this bread even when you are not here to show it'.

The story is that the oak bread, one of the store's specialties, is strong enough to meet with the iron sword as it is. They simmer and eat in the soup if they ask how they eat it. He said he could finally eat like a crouton after simmering. Sounds even more popular for labyrinth exploration and safekeeping meals away from home.

When Eleanor relied on her memory that she had been there once to find a store, there was one in the shopping district of a private apartment that was a long way from the inn.

A well-groomed and adorable store establishment that even appears in fairy tales. When I peek inside, my aunt and children buy bread arranged narrowly one after another. Looks like a more prosperous place than I expected. Two sellers are dealing with customers diligently with sweat on their foreheads. Oh, is it Mr. Sibok that's a man in his twenties refilling baked bread from the back? Speaking of which, your wife seems to be pregnant now, so she doesn't appear on the table.

It's bad to interrupt, so I was watching at the tea shop across the slope, killing some time. Oh, this cheese tart tastes pretty good. Maybe I'll make it next time.

If the customer enters the store where his feet have settled, he can see that the bread is also largely broken down and sold out.

"Welcome -. Sorry, it's just gonna be here today."

Whoa. Is there just out of material or something? I can't help it. Shall I buy some souvenirs, including souvenirs for the Etos?

"This will add up to 250 mannies. Enjoying it in the store?

"No, I'm taking it home. Why can you pack it? And if I had a manager, I'd like to see you. I was wondering if you could tell me Eleanor was here from Gramada."

Ask the clerk for confirmation while removing and paying for the coin pocket. I don't have an appointment. Is everything okay?

"Do you know the manager? I'm just going to check right now, so please wait a minute."

A seller who pulled into the back. He just comes back from the back after less time.

"I was told to go through the back of my home in a situation I can't get my hands off of right now. Mr. Cecilina is here, so could you wait there?

"Yes, thank you"

If you open the back door of the staff room as you are guided, it is a commonly built private home.

And a woman sitting on her back, dressed in loose clothes, looks at this one and makes her eyes shine.

"Well, Mr. Eleanor. Long time no see."

"Oh, stay. It's been a while, Mr. Cecilina. You can't move because you're stuck with a child."

"Hehe, you're worried too. Sibok will say the same soon."

Mr. Eleanor controls where he immediately tried to get up to make me think. Is she the wife of your brother, Mr. Sibok? Long blonde hair with a prominent nose, a noble, rugged face. You have a clear voice and it rings in your ear. And I wonder what month my big belly will be. He stared at me with a rub from time to time.

"So who's that? Could it be Mr. Eleanor's good man??

"Yes. Our husband, Mr. Knobsada."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Nobsada, and I run an alchemy store in Gramada, and I'm an adventurer."

"This is polite. My name is Cecilina Anow. Nice to meet you. And you caught a very young boy, Mr. Eleanor. And what do we mean by"... "?

Then he joked about how he had been since he met me for a while. After all, pregnant women who were restricted from moving constantly mix questions and gavels about whether they were thrilled to have someone to talk to.

"I see. Although I don't understand multiple marriages, I know Eleanor seems happy enough. Mr. Knobsada, she's the one who thinks like a sister to me too, so if anything happens... you know what I mean?

"Motilone destomo!"

My voice flipped reflexively. Mr. Kirishna and my women have a strong sense of patronage. Whoa, that said, I had a souvenir for you and I forgot to give it to you.

"Yes, this is our product, but I forgot to bring it for a souvenir. Go ahead and use it."

With that said, pull the lotion filling, potion, and nutrient filling out of dimensional storage. Because it's a corner, the lotion for the two sellers is also a gift.

"Oh, you even have enough for those kids, thank you. You're a carefree man. Hey, Sibok."

Yes, Mr. Cecilina said it, so I turned around and a man stood up. I didn't feel any sign of you!? What a lapse to have cut off your spatial grasp but not notice you getting so close.

"Although it was a little late to notice, I guess the reaction after that was a passing score. Nice to meet you, Mr. Knobsada. I'm the fifth disciple, Sibok Anow. Nice to meet you. And do you also use space-time magic? Seems like a lot of fun."

Earlier tension brings a good young man's grin and offers his hand. He shook his hand disappointingly even as he was vigilant. Hmm, it's not the bakery's hand, this. You're definitely not missing a workout.

"The Fist of War is the tenth disciple, Knobsada. I'm still a young man, thank you."

"Best wishes. All right! Let's get one ready!!

Hey! Suddenly it's pretty. When I said it, the apron I had already worn earlier has been removed. There was a forged flesh claiming itself. This isn't a bakery! No, do you rather need this muscle strength to bake oak bread!?

"Sibok, what's wrong with cleaning up?"

Mr. Cecilina's eyes are not laughing. Mr. Sivok's eyes are swimming when he sees it. This alone clearly shows the power relationship between the couple. Men are better off on their asses. Couples get along better, right? If I were you, I'd rub it!

"Oh, I've asked Leeds. Cecilina, just a little, just a little. It's a rare opportunity."

"I don't have a choice. Mr. Knobsada, I'm sorry, but could you ask our guy to go out with you?

Oh, man. I shrugged my shoulders. I'll tolerate my husband's actions. Ma'am. The arrangement is not otherwise bitter, but you are very much in the mood for a combat maniac, Master's apprentice. Me too? No, no, not that far, I guess.

The backyard seems quite large enough to move around well enough. I wondered if such a large plot of land could easily be held in Wang Du, but Mr. Sivok seemed to be a very good adventurer and made enough money to buy it in bulk cash.

"What do you want to get? You can use whatever you want."

"Oh, I have my own, so I'm fine"

The wooden knife removed from the dimensional storage is the "Buddha Blood Slash", a blood-coated wooden knife previously received from the master. It is a delicacy that even began to create a demonic knife-like atmosphere with a wooden knife.

"Ooh, I miss you. That must be the one the master had. I've been beaten up with that a lot, too. Shall we start when you're ready? You can start with that one."

With a wooden sword about the length of a small knife in both hands, Mr. Sibok said so with a smile as to remain natural. I haven't shown any particular structure, but I only have a bad feeling that it will be dealt with immediately wherever I hit it. It doesn't even start when you're attacking me, so I'll type it in!

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Cancún. Cancún.

The sound of tree swords meeting each other violently echoes in the backyard.

About half an hour had already passed since the Siboks began meeting archery. I know you're not dissatisfied with your bakery job, but I still think Cecilina sits back on the couch relaxed, as if she likes to fight when moving her body is delayed. The same must be true of Eleanor sitting next to her. I'm staring seriously at you not to miss every move you two make to fight.

I don't hate to fight myself and I was an adventurer myself, so I have combat skills. Still, it's still a painful thing to do. Oh, and you won't be able to meet as a delight. I can't help but envy you a little bit. Watching my husband wave his sword like he's having fun is enough.

Nevertheless, I think. Sibok is also a former adventurer who now runs up to class A, albeit indispensable for archeology. I didn't know we could meet so hard with him for such a long time. It seems that a boy named Nobsada, who was allowed to name a disciple of the Matuda Master, is not Dada either.

Huh? He didn't run through the air? You've obviously waved your sword in some crazy orbit, haven't you? Though it was the beginning that made the move like orthodox swordsmanship, it is now a completely unpredictable sword muscle. I was losing it. After all, it was natural to engage in a battle out of common sense beyond being that other disciple. From what I can tell, there was a time when two strange names were given to regular Shivok, Silent Killer and Skull Sword Devil. I wonder if it's the same kind. She stroked her stomach only a little more anxious to see if that would happen to her too.

The meeting intensified while doing so. I think the wind cut is getting louder and sharper. Have you changed the color of your eyes and attacked them? Oh! That's disgusting!

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

Well, it was dangerous. Make sure you don't mind if it's a clean hit to the side head of the civoc. If he did, he'd be too powerful to use it. He'd be trying to use Weapon Skills. I almost had to apologize to my neighbor's wife again. I accidentally threw oak bread at you. You haven't dropped my throwing arm yet.

It ended after about an hour with excessive bending. I'd like to know which mouth said it was because it just flushes lightly.

I thought we'd have dinner together, but they went straight back to the inn with the escort. Speaking of which, I wonder if I'll be at the Martial Arts Festival. From what I've told Civok, he doesn't know how much to stretch. Sounds like a pretty good place to go if you want to leave. This is the time to make money as a store, and I can't seem to go to support you, but if you want to compete, I want you to do your best. He said he'd come back to say hello before returning to Gramada, so I guess I'll look forward to it.