One of the travelers has created a number of stages where many performances take place.
Juggling with balls and swords, dancers dancing to the music played by whistling and drumming.
I'm watching this traveler dance on stage with a floral dancer right now.
Dancers concealing only important parts are dancing glossy on stage.
It's pretty chilly, but she's sweating from her forehead and smiling and dancing.
I'll see you on the way with a stream inviting this one.
Well, it would be a technique to excite the audience.
The warriors and fighters who saw her dance were throwing money at them from this fight.
Barter barter prevails in the meadows and is only used when you go to the kingdom to avoid spending too much money.
But he handed out to everyone the money he had obtained in the first and second villages.
A drummed girl picked up the money thrown at her.
of a whistle in a mask...... That hip and foot skeleton is a woman. When the whistling girl sees the dancer chill, the dancer woman also chills her gaze at the whistling girl.
From intense melodic music to relaxed melodies.
No more intensity in movement, but a dance imprisoned by a sense of snuggling and clumping in slow motion.
Everyone who stood up violently for a luscious dance that enhanced the charm of the dancer woman even this, breathlessly watched her step by step.
I see, the floral shape of this seat is also convincing.
"How about Sinro?
This sitter next to me asked.
"I see, that's colorful. I hear it's the floral shape of this seat, but I'm convinced."
"Really, how about that? If Master Jumka wants it, can we go to Ga tonight?
I see Sinro sweating all over his body, roughing his breath and waving at everyone.
"It's fascinating, but I'm a great warrior in one tribe. You can't just call the best woman in this house."
"Oh yeah...... (Um, in Sinro) (no, still) (virgin, then…)"
I get up where the next dancer comes out and go back to my simple pao.
Away from the hustle and bustle, I'll start my routine training.
Uh, I want to go home and hold Isabella and Karin and Gwu as soon as possible.
He abandoned his boiling evil thoughts for a moment and waved his sword back.
"Mr. Uchiran. That's not the bathroom. Five, if you don't get back to Pao before I count, I'll shoot you dead."
"Ugh, how come you're so far away and you know me? Damn. Why, why just me"
Sequilo's voice sounds with the magic of loudness in the simplified settlement and Uchiran's sadness. It just sounds like a voice.
Zo, the men with the poisoned woman were required to wear a wooden plaque of discernment from their necks in Longa.
Whoever holds a wooden plaque, if removed, is condemned to death. Night out is capital punishment if broken by a ban other than the toilet next to the entrance.
If you go back to the meadows, the bathroom is in Pao, so if you don't go out and hold a woman, the women will all die.
The fighters enjoy the performers' art with wooden plaques for those without jobs.
But Uchiran is off-limits, except during the march.
In the case of Uchiran, everyone was convinced that it was going to be done outside by dictating the travelers.
"Why, why not? I'd love to see my beautiful sister's colorful dance too. Why not?"
"Four, three, ni"
"Shit. Shit."
with his voice. Maybe Uchiran went back to Pao.
Well, the Sequilo wind magic will mollow the movement, and in the Uchiran bow, Sequilo comes after us at a distance out of range.
Uchiran is in a situation where he is unilaterally killed by Sekiro.
"Mr. Uchiran. Maybe I was afraid I was holding that woman, and I appreciate your advice on my first time with Linfa. So I decided not to let Mr. Uchiran suffer alone."
"What the fuck?"
A slightly angry voice came home from inside Pao.
"I'm going to be a bitch for 70 days, too."
"Seki...... That fools me, Sequilo, you, you usually hold very few slaves, and your slave wife, you're pregnant now!
"Sa, Mr. Uchiran. Let's be patient.
"No. No."
Yeah, Sequilo's keeping a good eye on you. He said he was gonna keep an eye on him, so I thought, what's the matter with you, but you're pretty close to Uchiran.
Uchiran's sobbing voice was wiped out by the pleasant voices of the meadows who enjoyed a single performance.
Have dinner and just take a little look around and head back to your own simple pao.
Uchiran is also making a big deal of himself at night.
I think I am convinced of the ban on going out at night because I am unhappy with the seventieth day of female defection and the inability to see the daytime performance. Maybe.
I also have one tomorrow, so I thought I'd go to bed and there were signs of people outside.
Avoiding the cloth instead of the door, there stood a whistling girl in a mask.
"(Um, I came to that, ga)"
I took off my mask all the while I said that.
Underneath it was the face of a girl with a neutral boy appearance.
He turned bright red all over his body and rolled up his shirt, which was only above his umbilical, trembling with his thighs.
"(Wah, I'm still a virgin. It's not small for that. Actually, I'm just wrapping it around a guinea pig with a cloth to make it look smaller. So it suits Master Jumka's taste. Absolutely fits)"
She was greeted to Simple Pao because she screamed out loud like the Simple Pao people around her, wondering what was wrong with her showing off her breasts wrapped in cloth, but she didn't like being told anything louder.