Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Taste it, the first person who picked up Netuark for me was someone who qualified only for a limited number of people in the world, an old sage, who I call a "traveler".

Somewhere I always fooled people into the habit of children who couldn't even speak their words in the record - rather than "foolish" to look at them, making use of their quick bodies to leave the food alone, and the colored toddler lived.

Sometimes it may have shaken the hearts and minds of those who lived in that country at the time when it was picked up was the most shaky time to settle for the tilted country and the power to try to equalize it flat.

But for the first time in my life, I met a wise man and asked him to pick it up and tell me a lot about it.

For the first time in his life, he held the feeling of "peace of mind" only against the person.

The man, though harsh, nurtured me about myself and inadvertently gave me the name "Netuark Saxophone" while looking at some kind of picture book.

I'm sure he was adorable.

But at one point, he whispers a word of praise to a certain "person".

Anglecomb Padrick.

He was a calm, prime minister of this country.

He said he came from a farmer but was good at magic, a hard-working man, and even acquired a move close to the secret art of demonic swords: lodging their magical powers in the sword.

"Besides, I was told I was really busy back then, while I was involved in farming work.

Like me, it's a big difference between doing what I want and being lucky enough to open up my talent. "

Because of the rare praise of the wise man who had behaved pale in everything, the child of the colour rarely took antagonism and jealousy towards Angletham as a child.

Sage found such a disciple unusual and noticed it as "interesting".

"You're not the only one I've ever met."

And I stayed to say the words.

Netuark doesn't feel confrontational and jealous, but he doesn't do anything to disrupt his pace.

"If you regret it, all you have to do is work beyond Anglecomb to impress the wise."

Such thoughts were shared by both the mentors, and Netsuak worked hard every day as he accompanied the mentor on his "aftermath" journey.

And again the time has passed, and I am a master, from a wise man who has grown old for a long time.

"Instead of keeping an eye on Angletham, I want you to keep an eye on anything disturbing around him".

After being told that he would not be the opponent, he had been around the season a few times, becoming a fine boy enough to act alone, and Netourk, who had even made glasses to match his vision, which was a little bad, agreed lightly.

"Just keep an eye out, if anything disturbs you, just let me know right away.

So even if you notice Anglecomb, don't find him. "

Of course, I was going to follow that directive.

But - if I actually see someone named Angletham from a distance, my old boiling antagonism and jealousy will boil back again with a small amount.

but a man named Anglekham is also the prime minister of the country, if I may say so vulgarly, the finest high-ranking bureaucrat, so during the day "work" there were also magicians in the escort knights, and they were not close to the boulders even in Netuak.

(Instead, you don't have to worry about your neighborhood to get close, this is)

The boy had also heard from the wise about a weapon called a "gun," but maybe Angletham himself has arranged an escort knight as if he were aware of the possibility of that "raid".

(No, he knows guns)

In the background, more days lurk near Padrick's mansion, either after work or on days that will be public holidays.

What the Chancellor sees in his "waiting time" until he finishes his job is a "child" smaller than himself by watching over him while reading a magic book that crushes Padrick's mansion in his spare time.

He was a child with beautiful green eyes, given to him from Anglecomb after he had crossed the puzzle, far from his brown-skinned father, a lovely mother's conceded white skin like a girl, golden, sarcastic hair, and a whole family.

That's a man, isn't it?

He was an adorable looking boy whose hair was short for a girl, so she had no choice but to discern her gender there, by the name of Arsene.

She cried a lot, even for a few things, about her tender temperament, which seemed clever but very dear.

Sometimes, a locust jumped on the lawn in the garden of the mansion, marveling at it, and even though he was absent at work, he watched from a branch of a tree near the mansion crying under the name "Of course".

(Better than me, maybe two or three, younger. I'm a crybaby)

And if you saw something like that, you didn't think with your originally busy, flirtatious personality and your opposition to the Angletham you were smoking, and you tried to flirt -

Brilliantly, the flirtatious kid fell into the "Anglecomb trap".

Even that day, Angletham usually attends work while escorted to the palace, and the lady who serves as her mother also has an aristocratic tea party, and Alsen, along with her nanny and servant, is "leaving a message," she examines in advance.

Adorable boys were mostly determined to have lunch if they had finished their morning studies and read their picture books in the shade of the garden in the afternoon.

(- Okay)

First, while watching Padrick's mansion, I turn it into a raven with the "magic of disguise" I learned in my magic book.

Until now, when Arsen approached the rear, where he was reading a painting book with great enthusiasm - even from the rear of the violin, there was a noise of gutter - over the first time he was vigilant and not closer than the enclosure of the Padric Mansion.

- Wow?!.

He was grappled with the root, and the boy sounded surprised unexpectedly as the raven appeared, and if he looked back, there was an anglecam who was supposed to be in the palace.

- Oh, man, I haven't had a "killer" lately, but if you think I'm being searched around, it's something that had a "jerk-off."

(Did you find out?!)

- That, us?!.

A boy reading a picture book in the shade of a tree rushes over to his father, who is caught with surprise.

- Alsen, let me show you how to preach.

A gentleman who had accumulated a mustache of his mouth in the elegance of an old man, but with a smile that looked very pretty, pounding his head behind a raven, Netuark was instantly forced back into the figure of a person.

Arsen, a young man, marvels at the matter, clutching his eyes round and hiding in his father's long legs.

- Of which, who is it, that "brother"?

I haven't even looked at my face, but apparently Alsen asked, "I know a boy older than me."

I don't know how we're gonna do this.

The word "brother" was somewhat delightful in Netuark, who was thinking about it, and I saw the cute boy I asked him unexpectedly, but Arsen immediately clings to his father's leg again and hides.

Angletham gently stroked the head of such a young son before releasing the boy who grabbed the root on the lawn in the garden, shrugging out the fine sword of becoming the beloved "demon sword" with the sword.

- When Alsen becomes your brother now, like I said, he'll be older, but he'll be royal, but he'll pay for practice so you can preach well, he's your brother.

Hold your beloved son and smile gently this time, keeping the sharp edge of the fine sword (Kisaki) pointed at Netuark.

Then son, while turning a gentle face, while changing the quality of your voice.

- You're more of a boy than Gloriosa was when you were younger, and evil wisdom seems to turn around.

- But thanks to wisdom, there seems to be a tendency to preach, like understanding the meaning of words and staining them far away.

Tell him.

Whew.

If he heard the roaring voice of the frog of Netuark, Angletham floated the "devil's staff face" for the first time in a more satisfying time.

Then Chancellor Angletham Padrick makes a meaningful use of the "wages that had been applied for in advance".

With his sword in his hand, he sits on a chair in the garden, turns his back on the intruder and gently strokes Alsen's head shy, and begins his sermon with a courtesy after sitting Netuark on the lawn.

My young son didn't care about time, and I was happy not to shy away from his mother, who was in love with his father at all, so I turned my arms and hugged him.

The fine sword is then placed on the side of the chair where he sits holding his son, and I know that it is possible to pierce the flirtatious kid, whether he holds his son or not, to the Chancellor, who prides himself on his speed if Netsurk is to escape, and I can't move poorly.

And the rabbit boy is really going to be preached all the time.

Besides, here for a while "Netuark was where I was keeping an eye on him," but I'm not fooling around with little kids crying about how they were deficient - I'm being paraphrased for all the pain in the boy's ear.

As such, it has been about two hours since Arsen, his adorable son, fell asleep with Swoo on his father's chest, and Anglecomb continues his sermon like a spiral of a flowing river that never stops until the end of this world, even if the colored boy is in good shape.

- "A better opponent to turn to the enemy, a better opponent not to", you have to feed the eye that discerns that, first of all, as a characteristic

So Anglecomb raises his hand, and the distance opens more than where he has ever put his fine sword.

At that moment, the colored boy jumped quickly from the state of his right-hand seat, which was sitting undamaged with his health, which was still warm.

Anglecomb's hand grabs the pattern of a fine sword as soon as his body ascends over the enclosure of the mansion, with his fluffy hair in the wind.

Hearing the zazzling landing and running away footsteps, is that good enough, he murmured and spoke his hand from the fine sword, his young son moved with Mozomozo on his chest.

- Of which, will you continue your sermon studies?.

A son awakens from a "nap" and asks with a face similar to that of his wife at an early age.

- No, "just finished". I'm off at the corner, so let's talk to Arsen.

With that said, my son laughs, looking happy to break his pretty face.

- Well, then, clean up the picture books, 'cause it's getting cold, Alsen, let's go into the mansion.

- Yes, of course.

In order for my son to clean up the picture book, if he lowered it, he would lay a fine sword on his sheath, and Angletham would, um, stretch out his voice to untie his stiff shoulder because it was not heavy but he held it for a long time.

- Long time no see, I could talk like myself.

- Of which, yeah, wow?!.

Keeping the picture book in his arms, he kicked it into a small stone, and Arsene, a young man, fell and almost cried, as usual.

- Are you okay?.

This time, I didn't have to cry because I had a father that I loved right on my side, but my pretty green eyes contained tears and moistened.

(It's time for Arsen to cure his habit of crying immediately)

Think so, hold up Alsen.

- I can't go without digesting my pay in a few days starting tomorrow, so talk to Arsene slowly once.

- Is it true, of which, does the rest of the day go on?

Though I can manage to say hello in the morning, at night my father's rest, which is always after I fall asleep, is continuous, and now Alsen's eyes moisturize with joy.

- What makes you happy and cry is that you give in to your mother, Alsen.

- Yes, of course.

And all the parents and children went into the mansion with a smile that looked troubled.

- With that said, it looks like the "King of Kings" has a day off tomorrow, so why don't we go play?

- Wow! Then both Lotz and Master Dagger are off.

When I saw the name "Dagger," which came out of my son's mouth, born of my best friend and best friend, and the boy who had just passed away, I thought to myself,

"I found two interesting men, next time, listen to me, Chancellor."

I can tell you that while I pop out the window in the office.

After the death of his "mother" best friend, he must not disturb the "family" of his belly brother. If he does his own archery, he often hides his mother's conceded purple left eye with his eyelid and leaves the royal palace.

For a long time, unimaginably calm, my best friend, who became king, seemed lonely in between his duties, his mother - that's how he told his son, who uses his mind in the same way as Trenia.

Apparently, there is a "secret way out" or "secret collaborator", and with it, Prince Wang is fleeing brilliantly, and the Knights of the Royal Guard, which has been gradually institutionalized lately, are in trouble and blurred.

Moreover, Prime Minister - Anglekham was told, laughing from deputy Yunfo, that he was suspected of being "one of the secret collaborators?".

I'm not going to be cooperating, but I'm overlooking it, so when Angletham has a beautiful smile silently, the well-informed deputy laughs bitterly and overlooks this one.

Truth be told, Angletham knew where he was going out of the royal palace.

On the grounds of "old age," he was the source of Barrota, who retired from the Pope.

Somehow, I was wondering if you were looking into the grain "bread," and they're looking for a property in Castle Town that's been busy for a long time lately, so they're looking for something for both of us.

(Well, Lord Barrota will be fine)

- Think about it. Which way did the fuzzy rabbit brother go?

- Oh, I got your sermon right back.

The truth is, I took off the rabbit.

Answering my son, I shrugged like that in my heart, and if I had been given the earlier colorful boy thing out of my son's mouth, I didn't feel like a "funny guy" by Dagger would overlap.

I don't know why he was exploring his surroundings.

- But there were daily reports by intelligence forces that he seemed to be "protecting" his neighborhood on a trial basis based on the advice of sage men hiding in the west.

The report was also found in an extension that some other students were asking about this mansion - the "Padric Mansion" - rather than Chancellor Angletham Padrick.

Until "The Boy of the Rabbit" showed up, he said, he looked like a refugee, able to get his work turned from the church, looking like he had been displaced to this country, which had been calmed down from another country.

The job was about a cleaner in a residential area where the wealthy people of this country live, but intelligence forces tightened up talking about soldiers alerting the wealthy residential area that only around Padrick's mansion suddenly became unworkable.

"In case," the extension examined with it found that a group of people were slowly cleaning up all the padrick mansions and that boy lurking in a tree overlooking the mansion so that he could scratch the mechanism of guarding the affluent residential areas to protect them.

It's just that the "Boy of the Rabbit" - Angletham was able to grasp it lightly thanks to daily reports and undercover intelligence, but I'm sure he would have escaped after being manipulated by even the average adult.

If the boy was "lined up", he might have been "erased" by a guy posing as a janitor.

The boy just didn't notice the other guy at all, or "didn't deal with him".

In addition, this may be a coincidence, but if Anglecomb had played Chorocholo and Castle Town after his safe return to the Padric Mansion, then Prince Wang had seen it several times.

(Do you think there will be any noise? In the meantime, I need to explore it here while I'm on an "ostensibly vacation")

When I remember a slight heartbeat, outside the mansion I could see the sound of a carriage and my wife returning.

(We need to be able to continue our days of tranquillity in this calm country)

Yes, as the prime minister of this country, I was determined when my "best friend Gloriosa Sunflower" joined the "Determined Army" when I showed this country, ruled by the King, to be a "better place" than any other country in the world.

I don't care if history says my name is the devil.

When I was thinking about it, my son, who was holding me, held me tight as a "parent".

- What's wrong?.

- Ha ha. If you do it in front of us, they'll do "Yamochi," so while you're at it.

- Hehe, right, while we're at it, shall we keep each other?

When I hold him tight, the soft "smell of Alsen" snaps my nose and makes me feel very filled.

"I smell like a child, and when I touch it, I'm happy."

The words of my best friend come to life in a glorious way.

(True, you're right, Trenia)

Though I would also like to make the country where my best friends are even a place to be inscribed as a "paradise" in history.

"where and when all the children smile like themselves and without scorning themselves."

She hugged her newborn son and smiled really happy, a good friend Trenia who is no longer there, like the kind goddess that the country recognized as the "Mother of the Nation".

I want it to be a country, just like she hoped.

- But first of all, I can't believe you want to make your own children happy like angels, either.

That's what I say, hug my son again.

If you can, I'd like to protect this girl all the time, but I won't either.

- Alsen will be cute for the time being, but it won't be forever.

-? Of us?

I accidentally let go of my body to a word that young Alsen didn't quite understand.

His father smiled sharply like a scissor from Alsen when he spoke to the king of the holidays.

- Well, if you look that strong in that year, you might as well admit it to your friends in Arsen when Prince Wang introduces you.

Angletham had noticed while preaching "talking" to that rabbit boy.

When I was talking to him, I was given the feeling that my essence - the "roots" - could come out.

Angletham really likes to talk.

However, I tend to think that my speech is too professional or that my appearance is too good for me to have a thorn in my words, and there were only a limited number of people who could speak "breaking my stomach".

And if it was only the best friends of Ping who broke my belly, then only the two wise men who took care of me later.

I can't say for sure that we're both very good personalities, but being very good listeners, I was sure.

(Right, you sensibly felt something close to those two sages, that boy)

- If that boy was involved, if he had a part like "Angletham Padrick," not just a part like Alsen's angel, but if he could, would you pull it out?

I'm going to know more than anyone that I'm a "pro fool" but I don't know if I gave it to my mother or myself, but Arsene has had a great amount of magical qualities since I was a baby.

However, both my second son, my best friend of the same year - and my second prince had great magic, so I don't have to make that much noise.

(I would like to make an effort to continue these days of tranquillity, but I would like you to be the one who can fight.)

- I couldn't protect those who wanted to, so that if I could have such regrets, I wouldn't have to.

A familiar and best friend's face, whose heart was occupied by regrets and grief that could not be protected, which should have been long ago, can be clearly remembered.

"Please, judge me. With the same gun, shoot my chest out with that bullet and send it to her"

Even if I didn't put it to the word, I could see that he wanted to be judged.

- Julian.

Unexpectedly, give me a name and now once, hold my son tight.

-? Of which, is it someone's name?

- Next time you and your father go out, I'll talk to Alsen.

Satan, heartless, no blood, no tears.

For that purpose, I don't hesitate to "believe" my people into measures that may have a chance of dying to achieve great results.

(Although the parents and children will not be the same.

If you have a part to inherit and take over, I want you to take over)

May this child be blessed with the edge of someone who will bring it out, even if he just took over, if the place being treated was in a place that was difficult for Alsen himself to understand.

- May the talented "finder" or "picker" show up beside Alsen.

Angletham Padrick greeted his wife, who had returned from the Tea Party, with her son, hoping so in his mouth.

"-Alsen, it was only two days ago, but did you have a plan?

All in all twice, I flatten out on a "best friend" woman and call her junior who came in soundless on her own tent with a slightly swollen cheek intact.

Netuark continued without looking back to ascertain how the blade tip was while sitting on a chair and spreading tools on a movable desk to take care of his favorite knife.

The moment he entered, he felt something like a light "pressure" from a colored person, and Alsen felt a little more nervous even before entering the tent, but remembered that it was something common to the two seniors, who put it out when they were dealing with weapons, to calm his feelings.

- Calm down, pale.

I'm sure it's a coincidence from Netuark and Maple, including that.

'Coming in without a greeting, excuse me.

"Two days later, we'll look at the situation, and then we'll create it." So I asked Netuark to do what I wanted to do in two days. "

Shadowed by the air in the tent slightly and by Arsen himself, he approaches the coloured man who does not look back.

- Is that all I can do?

Netsuerk asks the lantern that illuminates the inside of the tent as he approaches the blade tip of the knife and meticulously checks his eyes for "distortion".

Just a few moments apart, Arsen slowly opened his lips.

Yeah, you're the only one who's going to "betray" a country called Selisanceum.

To the word "betray," the colored man was naturally nibbling up both ends of his mouth, while grinding his knife to the finish of his care.

"- Inside, you're going to work out an interesting" plan "and smack me.

"You will not die because you are strong," said someone called the devil's staff in peacetime, "who eventually became king of the country."

Quietly loosen the tension that had been tensioned by also sheathing the cared for knife and handling the blade.

The boy, who turns out to be no longer "in the way" of the care of his important weapon, does not hesitate to continue to speak to Netsuerk.

"If you say so in that story, Gloriosa, the god of God, defeated it alone by 234 exact numbers."

And the tools are handled carefully but the cleanup is nestled next to a chair where a huge mess of seniors sit down.

'You know the exact number, Alsen.

In person - is that what you asked your fateful Angletham?

Finished cleaning up the tools, getting up from the chair and looking down at the junior boy who is still likely to grow tall, he smiles stiff and asks why he knows the details for Netsurk.

But there's no way Anglekham and Arsen could have told you that and asked.

Such time, I'm sure, could never be set aside, and the "senior disciple of the wise man" who preached to me, feeling both the devil and the angel, to last forever, disappeared from this world, protecting his own children.

(Even if we talk, "Alsen" was still young and cute back then, too grown up with a crybaby.

And for the sake of "my failure," an angelic boy can no longer weep if he mourns his beloved "father."

Because Anglecomb found him and made the mistake of taking a sermon, it was no longer possible for Netuark to keep an eye on Anglecomb Padrick for the disturbing air of a wise man.

Instead, for Netsuruk, a man who was a brotherly disciple was still watching over the people of the Padric family, but Anglekham died suddenly because of an "accident".

Angletham was inspired to mourn from Alsen because he failed to "protect" him.

Knowing it better than anyone else, Netsurk speaks to the junior in front of him "while performing" an act that knows nothing about the circumstances.

'No, after the death of my father, I spoke to Master Yunfo, His Majesty Gloriosa, who had been ordained, and Master Barrota.

In the middle of the peacetime, when we had to perceive beforehand that the national army of the Dutchman tried to crush the deciding army, which began its action with just four men, with a few pushes, and first we had to turn someone down.

At first he missed Master Trenia and Master Barrota on horseback, and his father, Angletham Padrick, served his hall with His Majesty the Gloriosa Sunflower.

That, later Chancellor Angletham Padrick, on horseback, his majesty Gloriosa, grabbed the back collar and "threw" it right into the enemy formation, not left it behind. '

"Oh, boy, there seems to be something more radical about the truth than the" legend "that's passed on by mistake."

'I don't know if it's radical, but I've actually listened to a lot of different stories than I know all around me.

What is considered a beauty talk in the public is actually the beginning of the small failure of His Majesty the Gloriosa, or the mistake of Chancellor Angletham inside.

But there was a glitch in the back of the even earth - because it was not dressed, it was generally left in the form of a "beauty story" to look beautiful.

Immediately after checking by the vicinity, the wounded or distorted part, as soon as the Xuan sees it, he says it is also a "beauty story" with a broken heart.

But he dared not fix it perfectly.

It's not a beauty story, if you look closely, as you can see from mere failures and mistakes, but at first glance remain a beauty story '

Finish saying that all at once and keep your beautiful cold face - the boy "breathes".

Although hidden within the hem of the army cape, I can also tell that a handful with white gloves is shuddering small for a discerning person.

(Now Alsen is in a state where you can see that there is a breakdown as soon as you see it from the Xuan Man, right?)

Seniors also knew very well that they were trying hard to suppress the kind self with reason.

- If it's true, I want to be able to put a piece of everything on myself.

- I want to protect it so that the peaceful country my fathers wanted will continue.

- I want to make my dreams come true and be recognized as "best friends," not "cute juniors" by people I respect.

- But there are things that can't be done by individuals, so people work out ideas.

"Cheng Cheng, that sounds like an interesting prerequisite.

Well, I was wondering if you could talk to me specifically about Arsen Padrick, Netuk's strategy.

I am well aware that the referee (judgment) is not worthy of what he thinks, but if he is the only one who can do the job, I accept it.

(Though it's far from sinful or purchasing)

Almost ten years ago.

The master, the wise man, told Netsuark, who was still dragging and leaning over about Anglekham, albeit in the midst of his death.

[People work out "measures". And now I'm going to "play" the words so that the measures I've worked out can fill in the distorted issues that are cleverly in front of me and make sure they are even.

If the problem was too big, I don't care how many excellent measures I've worked out, I can't help myself.]

So once, I coughed heavily, so the colored boy let the sage's mouth contain water with a watermark.

[I'm sorry, that goes on, but I incite people to cooperate in what they can't do alone with words.

By saying words, cooperation can change form to abetting or threatening.

If it involves behavior, it would be even different.

Thus, various collaborators - using the measures worked out by their peers, after being evenly distorted, finally, the equality of fairness, etc. is proclaimed, Netuark.

Your brothers, instead of being warped by measures, even became even "inclined"]

The story was the one you told me many times after reading a book before going to bed, when Netuark had just been picked up.

The colored boy knew why his mentor, the wise man, would repeat the story so hard.

A boy can't trust anyone but himself inside.

Though I didn't know the letters or the language, Netsuerk thought so - I assumed.

Nothing, I don't have that obstinate feeling that "it's no use believing, because you betray me immediately".

Before it was picked up, even though it was a rough minister, there were not many people who would grace the little colored boy, and for its application, I did not know the words to describe them at the time, but I also appreciated them.

Some of them tried to pick it up, but at that time they jumped away like "ravens".

But if I live on my own, I can do anything for myself.

- I didn't like being someone's "luggage".

But I don't even know why I don't like being luggage.

However, at a time when more and more events were witnessing what he could not do alone, the colored boy was picked up by the wise man.

Wonder, being with this guy had given me the "floating" atmosphere of not feeling like luggage, and when I was able to act with two people, someone I could rely on, the world of Netsuerk spread instantly.

However, the only person who seemed to "rely on it" was this person. As always, the boy spent a lot of time alone, and the person who picked it up cared.

At one point, if he accidentally talked about a person who was a brother to Netsuerk, the boy seemed interested.

When it was connected to making the sage happy and encouraging him to grow outside of the boy's scholarship, he made me use the name "Anglecomb Padrick".

And in matters involving only wise men in the world, disturbing information was delivered, and it was found that the disciple was likely to be involved there.

Recently, academics wore the whole thing, and the body was able to put an order on the last apprentice who was childish and had extra strength, thinking it was "experience," and "just watch over" Angletham's neighborhood.

Of course, a curious Netuk would put up with it at first, but he expected some sort of "flirting" with his "brother" who was slightly jealous.

And it became as the wise man thought it would be, and at last I was able to "drink" to a disciple who had not recently been luxurious, but who was very apathetic - and whose condition was at stake until he had the power to be interested in things.

I am willing to learn, but what I have learned so far makes up enough for what I have learned, what I feel I have learned, often overlaps with what I have studied and learned before, and that is the small "disappointment" in Netsuk.

Strictly speaking, there are differences in detail, but the root of the difference is due to what we learned in the past - if we went easy, "root" would arrive at a definite answer wherever we looked.

"This is like giving up thinking."

That's what the colored boy said, carefully folding the books he opened in anticipation of learning something new.

If it's true, the boy is angry enough to want to throw a book, but he can't act that disrespectful in front of a wise man who's publicly saying, "I like books enough to pillow them and spend the night with them".

And to such a "junior," Angletham Padrick is convinced that he succeeded in putting in a brilliant "drink" a few days after he was able to say "watch" and saw his brilliantly "slack" returning disciple.

Netuark first, to be honest, honestly apologized to the wise man that Anglecam had found him.

The wise man formally "scolded" him once again, and if he saw his disciple begin to carefully reread the book he had folded with "just the same thing written," he would do nothing in particular later.

Perhaps he gave me a "sermon" that would inspire the neglected part of Netsuerk, as the prospect suggests.

"New things are important to move on, but the same thing can be read over and over again, leading to" interesting enough discoveries if you've changed your mind. "

I just went through it once, and even if I grasped the analogy, I think I understood it, and so on, I'm lazy.

Because rereading and reviewing it expands the possibilities that a book offers people. "

Once upon a time, I borrowed a book from a wise man and, remembering the words often spoken by a boy who had read it many times, I reread the book again and left my disciple, who began to scratch his brittle hair.

Perhaps some of the "sermons that seemed to last forever" Netsuerk included such a statement.

And I found myself realizing that what the colored boy was doing in his book was also "giving up thinking".

The sage was in a good mood, and together they were doing the "gun-seeking" thing, and now even exploring a different sage while being a mercenary, he acknowledged (did) a letter asking Netsuerk to "watch" the "paper plane" made of the prototype.

I think it's just a matter of concern, just in case.

- Sage believed that "this era" would go by with a stream like that.

My "best friend" took my life, and I believed that this country - maybe "tilting" my country to relieve the anxiety that leads to the world, "anxiety" could have "rolled off" the world.

The power of the "king of this country" was not enough to equalize his own country on a slope.

So ask your best friend Sage to "raise" what has the power to equalize, the self that causes the inclination - to defeat the king who has become a fool, and to carve a similar and different history, after this country and the world have been equalized.

However, in the sudden death of Anglecomb, it is breathtaking that anxiety has not tumbled down from the world from this country, where friends have slanted their lives.

Starting with words of apology, from an apprentice who is looking for a gun with me,

"cleaned up with the accident, but it wasn't Angletham who was really after him then, it was his son"

If you get that reward, anxiety leads to certainty.

And I was aware that time was running out on me as a human body.

That's faster than the wise man himself thought.

The cutest apprentice, more than the sudden death had thought, led to the heartwork of a wise man, and the last "distracted and taken away boy" was also in considerable shock.

Even if I don't put it into words, I can tell that Netsuerk cares about Anglekham's sudden death.

When I tried to put words of encouragement on it, the bondage of hard work and longevity struck the body of the wise man relentlessly - the wise man lay to sleep, and his brother rarely decided to stay in one rural district.

The wise man called him to the floor where he could sleep and told him all sorts of things, considering that this place was probably the place to welcome his "last" - something he should let his disciples take over.

There was no such thing as a colorful boy, and he honestly followed the wise man's instructions when he assumed that his "life" as a wise man was coming to an end.

Both my mentors and I knew that death was inescapable of escape because of the small number of mouths.

But the sage also knew that the colored "boy" was still a "child" to take it.

"The truth is, I wanted to sit in this world a little more nervously, but apparently I wasn't a" hater "

Netuark laughs in tears at the words he intends to joke about.

I found out that I couldn't do it, and I'm sorry, but I rubbed my eyes with every pair of glasses.

- Sage even thought of a "guardian" to replace himself with such a boy.

I thought of myself in a similar position to myself, but I came up with about two people, one of whom is a military state called Subnock.

The other is in the South, and it takes time to get in touch.

Besides, the biggest problem is that this child is still afraid of being burdened with people's luggage.

If a wise man finds out that he has asked for a hindsight, he is reluctant to do so again.

(Please, I can't even look at Netuark when it comes to escaping.

No, do I have "Dead or Not Dead" right now)

Sage begins to play careless words by himself in the quiet hours while Netuak is "in the country, but with his famous porridge" and going shopping with a small pot.

There are other words like "forward on the floor of death," or "just my head off the coffin." - I joked and laughed in the floor that it was perfect for me right now.

[A wise man enjoys thinking and thinking until he dies of his own life.]

If I had listened, the words likely to be said by "Best Friend King", who had asked me for measures to tilt his country, came to the head of the wise man who was pillowing the book.

"Oh, yeah. If Netuark had a best friend, don't worry, I'll be gone."

When I put it so far in my mouth, my strength gradually returned to "sleep," and the wise man closed his eyes hoping that there would be no permanent sleep so as not to be surprised when his disciple returned for the time being.

- With the sound of Catan, I wake up a wise man.

(This was taken by Netuark, the sound of the pan being placed)

For a long time, if it's a "sound" that I've been used to hearing over and over again, the wise man knows what its source is and what its condition is.

And if there was no mistake in the sound I learned to hear, the sound the pan played was rewarding the wise man for his "empty" state.

(I thought I went shopping for porridge - more popular than I thought)

Then, "I want to try it once before I die," and aside from us, I moved my head slightly, thinking of a joke that wasn't even related.

'- Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?

Until recently, it was the very way "busy children" spoke, but since I met "brothers" who were too polite in their language, I wonder if Netuark had ever thought about it, and Netuark used more polite language.

However, because I am fundamentally curious and the flirtatious part is not changing, depending on what I hear, the polite language doesn't sound like anything of unnecessary quality.

"- You couldn't buy porridge.

I have a hard time eating, but Netuark, you have to eat something. '

That said, if you tried to wake up your body, Netuark, who has been turning his back, immediately comes to the side and helps with it.

Don't hesitate to help me, I see the face of my apprentice.

'- It's not like I couldn't buy porridge, but I fell and overflowed.

Instead, I bought bread and fruit, so eat something '

"Hum, lately when you fall and overflow with a pot of porridge, do the lenses crack and bruise your face, Netuark?

"Yeah, the world's calmed down, so you can't lose your mind, Sage."

If that's what you said all the time, if you observe carefully, you've bruised everywhere and carefully dropped it, but you smell dust from your disciple's clothes.

Quite intense, I can ask.

"It's rare for you, have you lost?"

"No, the draw -"

Netuark closed his mouth with a mole on the edge.

"Yes, I've lost, and after a cowardly surprise,"

- Is the burn okay?

Probably punched porridge, huh?

On the cuff of his disciple, the remnants of the porridge crept.

'Yeah, you'll be fine. Burn it in the sun, skin like the earth -'

So much so that once again the disciple tied his mouth.

My burnt skin on the day - brown skin reminds me that I really have all my mentors and become a person named Angletham Padrick.

"As long as it takes place, my skin will also be strong.

But if I had a chance to apologize, I'd have to apologize as a master. '

Without daring to read the unexpected and seemingly atmosphere of the disciple, the wise man with the "merit of the year" turned his mind and changed the development of the story.

There is a strong knock on the door of the dong and the rental house so as to overlap it.

'That's faster than I thought.

Well, in the beginning of the apology, thank you, too.

First, after I hit him, I took the porridge out of my head, and I thought he came to apologize for smashing me. "

"Thank you" for beating me up and pounding porridge? "

I was going to get used to the unclamped behavior of my apprentice, but apparently he's out of the group this time.

When I repeated it unintentionally, there was a voice coming from the door.

"Netuark," don't you think?... did I make a mistake?

Words smell old, but voices are young.

Such a person is apparently asking for the rental of his mentor's house.

"Oh, Grandor, come straight in because it's open!"

"Gras, Doyle?

A wise man listens back unexpectedly.

'- I'm the one who, all of a sudden, smashed porridge, the one who lost the fight.

Maybe you know what?.

In this neighborhood, it seems to be famous for its aristocratic Grandor. '

"No, I used to have someone with a similar name.

It would be a coincidence if he died. "

'Really, Grandor, you don't have to hesitate!

Coming in with that voice was a big sword on his hips - a "boy" - which he burned on a very good physical day.

If Netsuruk says he's floating, he's succeeding.

And still the brown skin that burned in the day made me feel the earth - reminding me of "Anglecam".

It just reminds me and makes me feel similar, but I can clearly tell it's not the same.

'I'll get in the way. Hi.'

While meeting the wise man, on his successful left hand, he also carries a small pot for his portable use - a unique gentle smell of porridge.

I offered it to Netsuruk.

'Oh, he really bought it for me. Excuse me, wise man.'

Since the wise man woke up definitively, he removed the accompanying hand and went to pick up a pot containing porridge rather than saying "Guest".

Although the rental house, the sword resting place is on the side of the entrance, so Netuark explained, Grandor proceeded that way after handing over the pan.

Just when I saw it from Sage's mentor, I'd be looking out the back.

"If you look from behind, you're a fine adult ~"

'Shut up, I mistook you for a beating, to the habit of punching porridge out of people's heads.

Well, thanks to that, I got away from your ladies. "

Resting the Great Sword and looking back, Grandor laughed bitterly.

- If it's okay, could you tell me more about it?

The wise man slowly asked for details, feeling that a good "fringe" had apparently come to his apprentice.