Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

The road that leads to a certain sunny afternoon market. A whole bunch of soldiers were scratching and pushing the people. Each and every one of them, the people feel unspeakable fear and hide behind their homes and sidewalks as if they were scattering spider children as if they were going silently without expressions on their faces. Eventually, when the group arrived at the store, which seemed to be their goal, they positioned themselves in such a way as to consolidate all directions.

Karan. Karan.

"You're here, go to 'Mother Pan Guard'... Hih"

It was a large number of soldiers who had stepped into the arrow tip where Leeds, Sibok's sister, the billboard daughter, laughed and tried to welcome the guests. Dokadokadoka and footsteps break into the store one after the other.

"Leeds, step back and ask for Cecilina. Hurry!"

Did you already notice that Sibok, with something like a noodle stick in both hands, appeared in the kitchen and walked out to the front of the soldier? "Be careful, brother," he said, backing off to the back. Cecilina's stomach, which is weighty, was strictly forbidden to move heavily and heavily. I know you're feeling what's going on because it's about her with a good mind, but I can't move my body properly. I can't do anything about it right now.

"What the hell is a soldier from the country doing here in such a big way? This is just a bakery."

What rests on both hands is like a noodle stick, but the colour of fright can also be seen slightly behind the soldier, who was a murderous and faceless expression overflowing from Sivok. Soldiers descend the same distance as that when you step forward with one more step. It was then. Civok turns around feeling disturbing signs from behind. A sword flash struck him more than the soldier's side, apparently upset.

Huon

The moment I jumped backwards and saw him with his sword, the look on Civok's face changed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

A familiar agato was in front of him thanks to a request to put on a practical archery from his former fame to a soldier several times. Agato also confronts him without giving him the same look as a soldier. I can't even feel the dust on Agato, who should have also had human feelings, although he was certainly iron skinned. Sibok felt that it was just a doll that fulfilled its purpose.

"The Fist of War is my disciple, Sibok. His Excellency the Chancellor needs your help. You have no right of veto because this is a death sentence."

"Something unsolicited..."

"If the wife of weight matters, you honestly obey. You don't have a choice anymore."

The moment you hear that, Sibok will have the look of a bitter bug chewed up. Cecilina and Leeds walk into the store, rubbing a heavy stomach from the back, saying what they said earlier. And seeing that appearance, Sibok's anger culminated. Because Cecilina and Leeds had black collars fitted around their necks.

They were faceless as if they were dolls, with the white side behind them refraining from making them walk. Like the soldiers on the spot.

Civok, who has a long history of adventurers, knows what that is. I wanted to think it was a lie if I could, but the collar of a slave embedded in the two of us was reflecting light and bluntly blackening.

"You!

"I promise you I will do nothing to them as long as you obey me honestly. Ask them not to move to the right place. Come on, what do we do?

"Come on, I guess you don't have a veto. Do as you please."

Civok, surrounded by soldiers, is taken outside the store. There is no power in the footsteps of Shivok, which has fallen without force. As it was, he was put in a wagon and taken without knowing where he was going.

And the look on Cecilina's face that was staring at it didn't change anything. But a tear comes from his eyes. Later what was left was "Mother Pan Guard," which was deserted with Galan.

I was taken for a few days. Sibok had a depressing day in the inn. Though the meal was quite good, I was worried about my wife, who could not have been more comfortable in a messy inn. I resented my immaturity, which I could not shake off the clutter even if I could think of at all by moving my body so as not to blunt even in the narrow.

In the meantime, multiple footsteps approach the cell. He had an idea of who he was brought to jail, similarly to Sibok. The person seemed to realize that there was a man across the street while sitting powerlessly in a cell across from Shivok.

"Maybe... Sibok?

"I thought you were Mr. Christie."

Christie, a sister apprentice to Sibok, was there. I've run the same battlefield several times, and she looks just like a single woman without the shield or armor that was holding her back. If Civok had remembered, she would have retired as an adventurer and become a housewife.

"That you're here... is Cecilina..."

"Yeah, I think it's closed somewhere, not here. Be polite and put on a slave collar."

"It's pretty much the same M.O. as mine. My husband and children are being held hostage by them. There was a camus up there, though I could only see it. Is the great man in this country going to go to war with anywhere?

"... it's not impossible, is it? Recently, the price has increased slightly. Still, Mr. Camus must have been quiet, right? Does dragging it out onto the surface stage mean the right person?"

"I only have a bad feeling about being forced to bring you here like this. You can never leave that kid to die. I need to get my body in good shape because it's dull for a long time..."

Sure enough, no, it's not to tell a woman, but there's undeniably meat on it for nothing. I never put it in my mouth, but Shivok, stared at by Guillaume and Christie, shuddered slightly with his shoulders down. Undesirable fear of cold sweat on the spine strikes Shivok. I think the good looks of a woman are unusual, so it was him who analyzes the irrationality.

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Three Ugly Hours of Sleep for both Grass and Wives. I was troubled in front of the NEW version of our simplified Rebellit Temple, "Shouri Castle Style," which I rebuilt by myself. "Shouri Castle" has been in quite a fire since I made it. That's not why I remembered it.

In less than a month, a war will begin between Gramada here and the Kingdoms who will draw in the Chancellor. Both seem to be moving a lot under the water. The hack-joey people being swam are one of them.

I am famous for joining the Duke, Artisina, and I have been preparing to do so, but I am anxious to see if this is the best I can do. People will die because it's war. All of the beasts are positive about joining the war and are working towards it, but some of them may still get hurt and die. I've gotten used to people dying, but I still don't like it when something close to me hurts.

The weapons were also prepared at their personal request and ordered from the old man one after the other, using my grant magic to enhance and enhance them.

I personally received Mr. Amiral's request in a separate case, but after several experiments I was able to prepare his satisfactory. As an Adventurer Guild, he had been simmering a lot of boiling water, so the Sub-Guild Master has decided to send Mr. Amiral to the front line, which is his maximum strength, with all remaining power here. I guess they were saying I couldn't do it. The upper level on the Gramada side seems intent on showing it to his eyes as well.

Prostitutes are also gathered around the Guard Corps. Looks like a lot of adventurers are getting their names up. organisation and brief training over the remainder of the period. Kyle seems to have been named the leader of the Guard. I don't know, a good looking after lump. It seemed like it was a setup for this that has been rubbing me in the face all these days, including my master.

I'm ready for drugs, food, magic tricks, all sorts of things. We are also developing new magic to prepare for those who will probably be relative, and we are putting a lot of hands on them to improve our fighting power. I would certainly say that things are going well. But still, anxiety and anxiety are enough to annoy me. Sometimes I talk to my wives, but before I even think about it, I'm assuming. So it was the person who chose to consult appropriately.

I cast a spell to summon a new temple that looks like "Shuri Castle" while offering jelly with all kinds of dough and pudding and fruit.

"Funguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

With the spell, the floor was painted with magic formations, from which the lukewarm one appeared lukewarmly, as if wearing a lotion. By the way, the spell is just for the mood and the performances are all his manipulation.

"Wow, I'm going to get wet. I don't know what you like about the beauty god's wetness, Knobsada, your de pervert." "

When I grabbed the head of the Goddess of Waste, who dyed her cheeks a little, I smiled and put my strength into it.

"I was just there. It's just a small event, what the heck. Y-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ka-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Hiraki -, Hemurumi"

It's okay. There's a soundproof junction, and I'll heal you as many times as I can with sacred magic. I don't know if the goddess will heal.

"Mnh-mnh. Isn't it you, Nobsada, who called me in? What the hell is wrong with you more than that?

Whoa, goddess, if you're messing with me. Um, there was something I wanted to talk to you about.