The long journey in Fei Long is boring.
It's something I used to enjoy excitedly looking at the ground and seeing the sky, but the third time I see it, there's nothing more to see.
I had time to think about the driven infantry. [M]
"How correct is what's being published?"
Sounds like it's time for the civil unrest to end. They say it will be a battle for the driven infantry to come out.
I have been instructed to gather as much raw information as possible about the driving infantry and at the same time reduce its number.
In nominal terms, the continuous operating time is five hours.
Apparently the last five hours have been the limit for military-driven infantry.
Beyond that, cooling will be required and will be unavailable for approximately half a day.
Twenty kilometers an hour when you walk at full speed.
This is surprisingly fast.
It's slower than a man's all-powerful disease, so he can get away with being chased.
But the driven infantry is not tired. They chase us everywhere at that speed.
People are shorter at the end of the day.
That's what scares me if people and driven infantry fight.
He said he was wearing armor on the battlefield.
It's foolish to be relative to a driven infantry with a round waist.
Be heavily equipped to give you a slight chance of survival.
That way, you won't be able to run.
After all, I can tell that people shouldn't fight a driven infantry.
And the first problem.
I don't know if the published continuous uptime or travel speed is correct.
It is also fully conceivable that they hide their abilities and only give less than half the figures.
"I need to see that with these eyes."
There's a lot to do, including about Ann.
While I was thinking that was hard, I came near the town of Saul.
The terrain I've seen is spreading beneath my eyes.
"The designated location is approaching, so it's time to descend"
A manipulating dragon operator sent a signal to the dragon.
Fei Long slowly lowers altitude.
If my father is waiting on the ground......
"It's all right at the same altitude"
"What?"
"Proceed"
"So, but it's time for the rendezvous point?
The dragon jockey turned.
Father will come to us in the air.
When I thought so, there were signs between me and the dragon jockey.
"You can go now."
My father jumped on a flying dragon.
"Heh? Yes!
A dragon jockey rushes to send a signal to the Fei Long.
Fei Long lifts his sickle and his altitude rises again.
Again.
Father's magic 'colorless shield' can be freely made some distance from the body.
I would have built multiple transparent shields that would be scaffolding in the air and come this far.
Is this about a hundred meters above ground?
The dragon jockey is twisting his neck tightly.
By the way, I can't see this shield either.
I use demons, so I know it's here somehow, but I often miss it when it's moving hard in battle.
When used in mock warfare with my father, I get no teeth at all.
He often bumps into each other after being deployed a 'colorless shield' before he escapes.
This hurts again.
You can harden yourself with multiple shields where you groan in pain.
Even the Feilongs, if they get hit by a shield their father creates, they're just not sorry.
I may faint and plummet.
That's how powerful it is.
The scary thing about Dad is that despite all this powerful magic, he only uses it to the extent that it stops him.
I guess you only think of the strongest demons as just a handy move.
Will I be able to win someday, relying on demons? [M]
I really think Dad is a monster.
In the end, he went through the merchant country without ever being on the ground and entered the country of skill.
"As a liaison officer, I will remain at the home of my family."
The dragon jockey seems to be outside the fortress city once he has taken formal steps to get in.
Unless you're bringing royalty on board from the dragon kingdom, but usually if you don't go through the process, you can't even get in from the sky.
Of course, my father and I don't go through formal procedures. It's from the back door.
So I bid farewell to the dragon jockey who sent us.
I'll be asking you again on the way home.
It's evening time now.
It's good for Shinobi.
Because after going through the merchant country and entering the moving-country, I took a simultaneous time adjustment and took a hypnotic sleep.
Dragons are good, but people need a break.
Failure to do so will bring in dragon manipulators who will continue to steer all the way.
"Dad. Do you want to go inside?
This is outside our home base.
It is a hidden corner in the walls of the fortress city.
I still don't see any signs of war.
Is it time for the castle gate to close or is someone on the road in a hurry?
"You move in the shadows. I'll infiltrate properly."
We can infiltrate properly.
"Where do we meet?
"Right. How about in the family chief's room?
"There, because it's not the meeting place!
"You can save me a lot of trouble"
"I wonder if that's okay"
"You're going there anyway."
Wherever we end up meeting up, we end up there, so the same.
"Okay. In the family chief's room, then."
"Don't be late."
"This is my second time, and I'm fine."
It wasn't okay.
By the time I got there, I already had a father.
Hold the clan chief with a shield......
"You were late."
"My dad's early!
I was definitely not too late.
I can assure you.
My father is unusually fast.
Well, if you run on the roof, you're faster than me, and you can build a shield in the air to dodge it.
And you've taught me so much about how to sense the demonic junction, and I'm no match for a lot of things.
I'm late. [M]
No, more than that.
"It... isn't that bad?
My father is the magic 'colorless shield', tying the chief of the family.
I think they have deployed more than one invisible shield around the chief of the family.
"I've been meaning to explain since you arrived. But I was thinking about what to do because it was too late."
"I'm not that late!
Father, I don't want you to think by standard.
"In the meantime, let's untie him. It doesn't start like this."
Let's start there.
"Right," Dad said, releasing his shield.
The chief of the clan, suddenly able to move, looked at me with resentment.
What, it's my fault?