The 'bad eater' job that came to the dorm was a blacksmith dedicated to the college.
He was one of the few people allowed to step into the college.
So I guess you have no idea why I'm here.
Maybe we meet here.
"I'm in this college as a dragon jockey."
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I told him to go straight in, but he hasn't responded.
I don't know if 'bad eating' understood this.
Or I want you to stop sitting in the dorm.
It's troublesome if anyone sees me, so I grabbed the root of the 'bad eating' and took him into my brother-in-law's room.
I thought I was young when I checked my face before, but I saw it today and was sure.
My age is no different than mine.
Tell your brother-in-law what's going on and let him use the room for a while.
"hey, this is... a little too much"
My brother-in-law laughs weirdly when he sees "The Bad Eat," which quakes.
"Did I threaten you too much?
"What the hell did you do?
I told my brother-in-law about my relationship with "bad eating".
I saw it in the dorm, so I spoke from behind to where I pointed the knife.
"That's very thoughtful."
Was it something I didn't kill the first time I saw him? I was in the way of your sister at that time.
"I wonder if it's because it was better already"
And when I said that, I said, "I can't believe I didn't kill you, I grew up."
That made the 'bad eating' tremor bigger.
"So what are we gonna do? It's a little troublesome to make this place a sea of blood."
"Bad eating" solidified.
"I promised Her Majesty that I wouldn't go for my life unless it was hostile to me."
"I see, that would be better.... by the way, hostility doesn't just mean being attacked with a weapon"
Later in the day, his brother-in-law spoke against 'bad eating'.
"Bad eating" is shaking his neck vertically with tremendous momentum.
"Okay, this story is over. My neck is connected, and I can't talk about it forever."
My brother-in-law made me stand up for 'bad eating'.
Whether I was horrified or because I was free from the fear of death, there were a number of tear marks on its face.
And I finally got to know the name of "The Bad Eat." Apparently, it's called Anis Quint.
Annis said while working as a blacksmith, he completed his martial arts on his own and is now serving as Her Majesty's (right hand).
"I made it myself, hoping I could use my mouth as a weapon as well as my hands and feet"
For some reason, "Bad Eating", which speaks respectfully to us, showed artificial fangs and did it with Kashakasha.
"Beasts have fangs, don't they? I noticed that while I was thinking that was a threat. He said if humans had fangs, they'd have an advantage in fighting."
In spending that way, he received the name 'Bad Eating' because of the peculiarity of his appearance.
I just noticed that the tone of "bad eating" is changing. Looks like it's just a little bit.
But it doesn't seem to have completely distracted me yet.
"Before it comes with strength, I think it's a past name."
The impression I had fought was that I didn't think it was that strong.
I thought I was swung by the name, but in the "right hand" in Wang Du, my strength is barely caught at the top.
"You can't be," I said, "but you're special."
Is [Shadow] so understaffed?
"Well, that's why I won't do anything unless you interrupt or hostile me"
"Okay. I'll remember the liver."
I was curious that it might be more than I expected, but if it's not hostile, that's fine.
However, I feel quite distant even though they are the same age.
I had no choice but to think because we met. [M]
Annis seems to be a blacksmith, so when I start wearing dragon jockey armor next year, I'm going to order it.
I think we can get a lot closer if we do that.
A few days later, Annis stopped coming to the college after finishing adjusting his second-rate armor.
The time has finally come for the advance party to leave.
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My routine work. It's an early morning part-time job.
Mira, the bakery billboard daughter (who recently called herself that), spoke to me when I finished baking and thought it was time for me to go back to my dorm.
"You're almost going to the exercise?
"I told Mr. Rob, we're leaving in five days. The exercise lasts fifteen days. Half of it will be camped, but depending on the appearance of the Moon Warcraft, I don't know the details."
"Be careful, aren't you? It's like every year, there's a lot of bad guys out there."
"It's a second-rate fight, and we have a real dragon jockey watching over it, so I think we're gonna be okay."
"Still."
"Okay. I'll be careful."
Mira is not only getting even more insurance these days, but she also worries me this way.
Would it be the effect of the billboard daughter (calling herself)?
"Dad's happy to have made it easier, so come back soon."
"Yeah, I'll calm down when I'm here too, and I'll show my face as soon as I'm done with the exercise."
"I'm sure."
Mira pushes caution with a slightly stronger tone.
Even though you don't have to say it so strongly, you say you're coming back.
By the day of departure after this, Mira and I were made the same promise three times.
Indeed, the heaviest labor to bake bread would be planting it.
Not so much for a small amount, but if you bake large quantities of bread in multiple kilns at a time, like this store, even if it's a single task to pinch, even adults are tough.
It's hard physically because it repeats itself many times a day.
The planting can't be out of hand, it takes a trick to get it done quickly, and strength and endurance say something until you get used to it.
The reason Mira still can't let me do the planting is because she can't put even effort into it until the end.
I'm really out of stamina and I'm running out of pinches on the way.
Whatever it is, it's almost an exercise.
But before that, we have an event waiting to be removed from the 1st Regeneration.