Sevens

Going through the woods, I have Nowem and Eva behind me.

Moving apart from Miranda and Aria, and Clara's group, he was tailoring the Grey Wolves around.

A handful of groups dot the woods.

But Miranda and I are not that far apart. Sometimes, they magically generate light to keep in touch with each other.

We're just checking our positions with each other easily.

(I wonder if we should meet more for these means of interaction)

I didn't really want to use it because my enemies sometimes noticed it. But if I lead them, they'll disrupt Miranda and Aria's growth.

Plus, I wanted to try a few ways to act apart.

Walking in the woods, my feet were decomposing. A grass stretched up to his waist is in the way of the branches of the trees.

Proceed as you take out and pay for the dagger, but the opponent hears the sound and gathers.

It's easy, but the place is bad.

Previously, I never tried to fight in a place like this.

"Ha, it's a break. Nowem."

When I look at Nowem, Nowem puts up a wand and magically creates light. When I flashed it several times, Clara responded by emitting light.

When Miranda and the others came back, I decided to look for an affordable place to rest.

The Mirandas, too, are struggling in the woods or moving slowly.

I dared to choose to fight in the woods because I thought this would be an experience. At the same time, there is the presence of Eva.

Was Eva proper in the woods when she lived in the woods?

We're going further and further through the woods. He was also sensitive to the surrounding sounds and odors and discovered his enemies quickly.

Besides, I can handle daggers and short bows in addition to magic.

Still, he said, "compared to his peers who really move and live in the woods, not yet," etc.

(Me, let's never fight elves in the woods)

While I thought so, I saw Eva.

"What do you say? Have you found any enemies?

They asked me to crusade Grey Wolf, but Grey Wolf isn't the only one to be found.

I've already encountered oaks and goblins a few times.

Sometimes Eva releases an arrow when she takes a stand against an approaching enemy.

"No, but you need to ask me? Lyell, do you have any idea where the enemy is and where it's at stake?

It's a sharp point, but I...

"No, I have that skill, I explained."

Eva doesn't seem convinced.

"Then why are you acting so meaningless! You just have to find it and take it down and go around! I can't use my skills all the time, so I thought I was saving on magic."

Don't be lame, I'll explain.

"Unlike you, we can't be woods. I told you to go in normally for the next two days so we could have this opportunity."

I can't even walk normally like Eva. In such a situation, it would be unbearable for me to use my skills to defeat only the gray wolf I was just asked to do.

"Besides, my aim is to defeat Ceres. I want some experience now. I've heard that environmental changes and new experiences have different amounts of experience, even if you repeat the same thing."

Of course, to the historical contemporary, is.

The second generation, which I can no longer see now, was familiar with these things.

I think it would be more efficient to use my knowledge at that time and go through different experiences rather than repeating the same thing.

Of course, it's your hand to dive into the labyrinth and keep knocking down demons.

I can have all sorts of experiences, but I also have the disadvantage of wasting my travel time.

"Mr. Eva, I've been trying to sleep in the morning, haven't you heard?

Nowem says, Eva sticks to Nowem.

"Forgive me, Nowem. And yesterday, when I sang the song, people from the village came together. You listened to my song!

When I saw Eva telling Nowem to sweeten me, I sighed.

I knew what was causing you to stay up late, and I was awake then.

Because he was made a hive in the seventh generation many times within the treasure balls. I thought it was sweet on my grandson, but I didn't loosen my attacking hand by telling him I wasn't going to die.

Every historical emperor, clarity says, is stronger than me.

It's not just simple power, it's having your own style.

So is the sword. I can't beat the third generation.

Compared to the third generation, I don't think swordsmanship is inferior in skill. But if you fight, I lose because the third generation has something more than that difference in skill that's built up.

Besides, I still use my skills well.

I use my skills to the best of my ability.

When I perceive the reaction approaching my surroundings, I get up and grip the pattern of the sabel...

"Oh, a raven with horns. Got it!"

By Eva with a bow and arrow, the arrow pierces the steep spot as the horned raven approaches this way and makes a face like this.

"... I hate elves"

I hear a fifth generation resentful voice coming from within the treasure ball, but I ignored it and saw Eva.

Eva's movements look different since she went into the woods.

"Going into the woods makes you stronger? You know, that's a great arm."

It's a small bow, but it's powerful and Eva's using it.

"It doesn't change anything. But I used to go into the woods a lot, because I was originally a family of elves out of the woods. We specialize in bows and gear."

I'm proud of you, so I...

"For that matter, costumes are thin and flashy when you sing songs, right? Is exposure your hobby?

Then, when Miranda finally approached us, she joined us, and Eva complained to me and went to collect her prey.

"Guests are different! I want Lyell to tell me. Ah, Ri, Ma, let me, Mm!

I see Eva moving through the woods with a hyeon out of her tongue, and a muddy aria.

"Elves, when you go into the woods, you're fine. Envy."

Apparently, he fell after entering the woods.

Clara handed it to Aria when she took the towel out of her luggage and magically watered it out and wet it.

Aria received starts wiping her body by placing her gear on the ground.

Nowem was on perimeter alert, a little further from our wheel.

Miranda reports on her achievements.

"Three goblins, six grey wolves. I know it's a lot, but I still have a hard time finding it. I was in a hurry when I was suddenly about to get attacked."

Miranda the boulder was also struggling with an unfamiliar environment.

The aim has been achieved at the moment, but for a while it was decided to continue to gain experience in the woods.

When Eva approached me with a horned raven in her hand, she looked at Aria...

"What, did you fall?

Couscous and I were laughing.

"It's May! Unlike you, I didn't grow up in a forest!

I'm Aria's usual behavior, and the spirit I don't care if she sees me naked. Isn't Aria ready to be in the woods? That's what I've been thinking.

Eva lifts her shoulders up and down and puts her prey on the ground with a little shuddering to take the knife out of her hips.

"It's an elf anyway. Well, I'll be judging you here."

Eva begins to judge the horned raven as she sings her nose.

From the treasure balls there is a sad fifth generation of screams and a frightened third generation of voices.

"I hate this woman. Ah!

"I don't like the fifth generation of horned rabbits. I can only fall in love with Kirin like a little kid."

Patience for wanting to snort at a third generation opinion with sarcasm, I saw the Mirandas' material.

Materials and demonic stones taken are in good condition, some are bad. I guess I made a mistake when I was punishing him.

(Ma, if you're making money, I don't care this time. Now, you just need to get some experience)

For the rest of us traveling through the woods.

Then.

"Hey, if you want to distance yourself anyway, let's test Lyell's skills. Connection, could it have been? Why don't you use that on me?

Aria erupted into Miranda's sudden opinion.

"Hey, what are you talking about! Kiss me, kiss me! And adult!

Wolfish Aria and Clara turn her face slightly red and put her glasses back on.

Nowem has looked at me several times if he cares more about me.

Eva, look at Nowem like that.

"... do you need to use it? You haven't tried? It hurts to lick the woods too much."

I was towing it to Miranda.

There's a fourth generation from the treasure ball.

"Man, if there were more than three, we could have a faction. No, this is where Lyell's arm shows off. Gamba! '

(Give me some advice! Oh, my God, give me some advice at times like this!

Grab the treasure ball, roll it at your fingertips and ask for advice in turn from the third generation.

"I, your wife, was alone, and I don't know."

"Likewise. I don't know more than one."

"Don't do anything, that's it"

"... me, it didn't work, and you can't give me advice"

"Because I was a Zenoah."

Useless historical contemporaries.

When the air on the spot giggles, Miranda smiles.

"Then we'll try it when we get back. I can do it anytime."

That's what I've been saying.

He bends over and smiles at me to gaze at me sitting down.

"Yes, no, that! Oh, I don't have much experience..."

Standing up out of sight and taking a distance, Clara does.

"You tried to kiss Kirin, did you?

A few days later, I'm still being treated like a pervert who tried to kiss Kirin.

And I...

"... Nowem, get in for a break. I'll keep watch."

- I escaped the scene.

I heard tongue-beating and "You escaped," etc., but ignored it and took turns watching Nowem.

"Well, please"

"Ah."

Thank you with a smile and Nowem returns to his circle of companions. But when I left, the conversation just sounded like a bump.

From within the treasure balls, there is a third generation of boring voices.

"Wouldn't you mind sticking around a little bit more and entertaining us?

(Why do I need to entertain you guys!

Be patient and use your skills for perimeter vigilance.

To make sure it's farther than usual for practice.

A map of the surrounding area comes to mind, displaying a number of red light points.

(Greywolf, you're still here. Back in the woods, it looks like there's a little bit of a big herd. It's easier if you come over here)

If you think so, you discover complexities that flash yellow, red, and occasionally blue.

When I turned my gaze in that direction, the other guy quickly took a distance.

An unpleasant sweat runs down my back and I'm just a little relieved that my opponent left me.

"... you came after me"

The reaction undoubtedly belonged to Kirin-May.

"I'm going to use chicken bastards favorite chicken for dinner tonight and make it stew. Well, Mr. Shannon, your assistant, did you cut the ingredients properly?

In a building where adventurers and travelers stayed in the village, Monica had culinary support by the time the Lyells returned with Shannon.

If Shannon goes into the woods, he is a foot wrapper. And he understood that, too, and used it as an excuse because he didn't want to go in.

But it doesn't mean I won't do anything.

Under Monica, do cleaning and cooking for your comeback buddies.

"You, usually Shannon, are called out or treated like a little girl, how do you know you're going to be an assistant?

"Heh, he's a guy called Style Beauty. Well, the ingredients... you little girl YEAH!!"

Monica yells out loud when she sees Shannon cut vegetables and such.

"Hey, what the fuck! Not good! You're not cute!

Shannon's chopped vegetables were so much lost and star and heart-shaped.

But you made a shape to sharpen it with a knife, or it's in a distorted shape.

"Look, when you make those shapes, you use moulds! Whatever the shape, throw away the rest of it, etc. … and chop it in fine. Look, I made it, so you can be nice when you put it in the pan."

It was Monica's kindness not to break the stars and heart-shaped vegetables made here by Shannon.

"I'll take care of it. This is a hit for those who ate it."

"No prize, or is that form of vegetable a winner... well, get ready below"

When Shannon tries to throw the ingredients into the pan, once again, Monica does.

"This doorknob!! What do you think you're cooking!!"

"Because I usually only do dishwashing and peeling! I already helped, so that's not good!

Monica was furious shaking the twin tails and preaching to Shannon.

"It is the order of the chicken bastard to teach you to cook like that! This Monica, the Chicken Bastard's orders are to make the best of your efforts and prepare the best results! I'm ready to be called a ghost until I'm perfected."

Seeing Monica make a statement of determination, Shannon doesn't like it.

And Shannon looked behind Monica.

There, the young people of the village - not so much twelve or thirteen? The boys were watching a porter parked next to the building.

I thought you were just peeking, but apparently not.

"What are you guys doing!

When Shannon shouts, the boys run away surprised.

Monica sighs and resumes cooking.

"Are you sure? They came to steal something."

Monica tells Shannon as she cooks.

"The porter's carriage door is closed. I can't open it. Still, what the hell are you here to steal... no way, discreet maid clothes that are in my own making!

Shannon said, with a donned look, if this guy is serious.

"No, as soon as we get away from the maid's clothes, we'll figure it out. What, discreet made-up clothes? It doesn't make any sense because made-up clothes stand out."

Shannon restarts his help, but when he looks around with his eyes, he finds the boys who have come close again.

I know you're going to be hiding, but Shannon seemed clear.

And I also understand that you have a less than favorable emotion here.

Jealousy, fear, and insult.

"You're not welcome."

When Shannon says so, Monica...

"Is that why you're stopping hands, Sole? If you don't work hard, we'll report you to Miranda."

"You're a coward! Automaton, what a coward!

Monica laughs with her nose.

"Ha! I don't care what they think besides chicken bastards. Dastardly? A compliment. Anything?

Monica and Shannon cooking like fun, but from time to time Monica was on guard around.