Osama, known as' The Waste Dog 'and banished from both the party and the workplace, becomes the' Golden Wolf 'and strips the brave clan of fangs!

For Goldwolf, and for the boys and girls, the swordsmanship tournament marked a major turning point.

The publicity effect at the tournament also pushed even more children into the wild dog store.

The reverse propaganda effect of the Diamond Richnell also led to first-rate adventurers visiting.

While leading adventurers are better at buying higher-margin products, Goldwolf coached the store managers to treat them individually as the same customers.

And Slumdog Mart was now the store of the city's top shared adventurers.

Goldwolf conceives.

It's not just about this city of Antrea, it's about time we entered a neighboring town...

Primla and this store started eager by former regular customers.

At first I thought if I could run them, even in a whisper... but not now.

It was also changing my mind after I saw Charles Lunlot's sword break in the camp.

'Gorgeous Smart', which continues to be a business that can be described as evil, is not only in this city, but also in the neighbouring towns...... no, probably all over the world.

I couldn't forgive myself as a merchant for leaving such a store open.

Besides, he is the person who has been involved since the launch of "Gorgeous Smart" store number one.

That's why it's so thoughtful.

Though it is now a rival store, it is as if the daughter who gave it to her daughter-in-law is making a mistake, and she couldn't stand it.

Osama was still serving the store today as a jerk like pus, biting off his thoughts.

Then there is a voice at your feet.

"O-riko, Raiko!

From around my knees, my baby human dead-like hands grow out of me.

Osama replied yes, kneeling all the way down and picking up the smell of milk.

The youngest of the Holly Doll sisters, Pine Pack.

When she rounds her body like a cat on the owner's lap, she takes something out of her big chest pocket.

"Oli, I'll give you this!

It was a beautiful reddish brown stone that would have been picked up in the river plains, at the fingertips like baby white fish.

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The moment it gets into your eyes, the memory of sleeping in a corner of Goldwolf's brain is stimulated to give you a chilli chilli spark.

...... 'Gol......'.

.................. 'Gol...... d...... Wolf......'.

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'So this,...! Give this to your family...! Deliver it to my daughter and wife...!

Of the face complaining so, the skin had already peeled off.

In lean meat, maggots stick as much as rice grains.

With a bone peeking hand, it was entrusted... that would have been blue once, a red stone.

"The great brave guide, Lord Midnight Shuffler, has given me this stone...! With this stone, my family is sure to be happy......! Tam......! My wife and daughter are waiting for my money...!

With trembling hands, Goldwolf receives it.

When I noticed, I was surrounded by herds like the deceased.

'Oh, me too...! Mine too, Goldwolf......!

'I have... I have a sick son...! That too, with this stone......!

'Please...! Please, Goldwolf......!

'Take it while I can be sane...!

'And run...! Run for it......! We'll eat you up, before...!

Undescripble rotten odor and countless flies like black mist.

Half-dead and half-life people, lined up like figurines.

That was just, like, a sight in hell.

It is not the thread of the spider that dragged the rotten flesh.

Just one living person. At this time, he was just a human being.

By the strength of "Midnight Aroma," the workers of "Ant Tsuka", who were becoming obsolete, squeezed their last strength and deposited it with one Osama who had taken possession of this life.

Osama's hands are buried with a bloody stone, as if he had taken out the shotgun that was buried in his body.

'Ugh...! Ugh! Wow!?!?!?'

Having lost his sanity, he finally escaped like crazy.

Hold their will in stone, firmly in their hearts.

And time passed… it was not in the human world that I waited for him to survive from "Antsuka".

Not to mention heaven. It can't be.

It was a further ordeal, like keeping immersed in the bloody pond of hell......!

'This is it, is it!?

"Really, really, why is that so?!?

'Is this what this stone is all about, the fruit of that guy's work for months!?

'That guy said it before he left the house!? If I work at Antsuka, I won't be able to go home for a while, but he says I get a good salary...! So, you have to be patient...!

"All lies! It's impossible for that great brave man, Midnight Shuffler, to give you such a stone!

'I'm sure you used it in!?

'Don't be ridiculous! Stone like this, I wouldn't do anything if I got it! Give it back! Give me the precious money that that guy earned by sweating!

Goldwolf walked the stone entrusted to him, handing it out to the bereaved families as his last sign.

But no one took it from me.

On the contrary, he was thrown back and his days of wounds and injuries continued.

'Give it back...! Not this stone, give my husband back...! Please, please...!

From a ragged hand, a puffy, spilling stone.

A toddler who was leaning in, picked it up.

'Wow, beautiful stone......! Is this your dad's souvenir? Wow! Hey, Uncle, where's Dad? Come on, I want to have a good day......! Hey, uncle? Uncle!

... "uncle," "gol," "ori"

..................... "Um, uncle?" "Hey, Gol?" "Olivia"?

................................. "Um, uncle!?" "Fair enough, Gol!" "Wow, ori!?

Called in the surround, Goldwolf returns to me haha.

"Ah... Mr. Primla, Mr. Pine Pack, and even Mother"

When I realized, I had three sisters of the Virgin's throat up my cheeks looking worried.

Perhaps my oldest daughter was the trigger.

Face distance is unusually close.

No, it's not close. Totally a lover's distance.

It's so close that I can feel my breathing.

Only Osama knows how refreshing it is to even exhale the beautiful girls, except their flesh parents.

Osama's face reflected like a three-sided mirror in the six open eyes.

That's the same timing, pussy and blink.

"O-ri-dan, do we...?

"Uncle, are you okay? You don't have a good color, do you? Are you feeling any better...? Shall I offer you my prayers?

"Oh, well. Gol knew you'd better take a nap. My mom's gonna hang out with you, okay?

More ghoulish girls.

The pressed soft felt deformed... Osama retreated subtly.

"No, I was just thinking. Anything better than that?

When I just asked him if he could change the subject only in this case, Primla gave him a voice like he remembered.

"Oh, yes, I was. Dr. Glasparine is here to see you."

A short distance away stood a schoolteacher who was drooling jealously.

She was more boisterous than Goldwolf, but when she noticed her gaze, she lowered her head deeply with the momentum to fly her glasses.

"Oops... born Mr. Goldwolf! I've been doing my teacher a favor today! Please... give me a massage!

Why Massage......?

Not only was Osama, but the bell girls were also strangled.