- Three days later -
We reached a large bridge, arguably the border between the kingdom of Fennel and Desert Rose, the country of the desert.
Sturdy bridges made of cobblestones, not suspended bridges like those made of wood.
The width is about three lanes of road, stretched up to 100 m away and connected to land.
Under the bridge is a height that is invisible due to dark fog, a cliff of height that will never help if it falls.
I saw you get out of the carriage for the sake of interest, but you're on a level that totally makes your legs dull.
Let's get you back in the carriage.
When I went back to the carriage and spoke to Mr. Marr, he told me that the Adventurer Guild was managing the bridge by earthly magic.
They say the bridge has never broken before.
By the way, there is no royalty in the desert country.
A country ruled by the Adventurer Alliance, where Alliance headquarters exist instead of castles.
A country of freedom that accepts, except for criminals, and does not dispute between territories or races.
A place where adventurers from all over the world can admire a sanctuary, where many adventurers stay.
Unlike adjacent Freesias, however, you will need at least a C-rank or higher to operate as an adventurer.
I guess the demons who grew up in harsh desert environments can't be a glimmer.
Equipment also needs to be available at a high level, and if it is not heat-resistant equipment, it is difficult to operate properly.
If you keep moving in high temperatures, you will naturally sweat and take away your strength.
A creature called a demon is not sweet enough to survive in such a situation.
Fortunately, my gear is comfortable made by Oletschi, so it also has a heat resistance effect.
Unless you run out of money, I'm not going to do adventurous activities, though.
Teaching Mr. Marr about the desert country, the large bridge crossed and arrived in Guanaco at the relay point.
When I got off the carriage, the ground in Guanaco was in full desertification.
They can't keep letting horses walk on the sand, so they switch to camel cars in this city.
Break up with the guild carriage and escort adventurer at the city entrance and head to the Camel Car Station.
I served you a meal around hot dogs and sandwiches on the road, so I was so happy for you.
When I got on track and even served unreleased potato salad sandwiches in Freesia, I said, "That's my brother! I can't believe you're even involved in national policy," he found out about an unexpected connection.
I avoided serving any other dishes because I had trouble sniffing about Mr. Fiona.
Following Mr. Marr's instructions, the two of us will walk through the city of Guanaco.
I don't notice it due to the effect of the gear, but it seems to be pretty hot in the desert alone.
Citizens around them have a lot of short sleeve half pants, and you can see people fanning at the waist.
Unfortunately, women are also full of half-pants people.
Why don't you wear shorts or a miniskirt?
Plus, all the people with kids, even if they look young.
You're rarely out of my defense because you don't have a hobby for married women.
Even if they're impending, they won't let you get married.
Please, I know there are times when you can't help but force yourself.
As he walks around with a flicker, he realizes that Mr. Marr has a small mouth count.
I peered into his face and he was sweating.
If you look around, it's obvious.
Freesian and desert outfits are completely different.
If Pocapoca's spring outfit is Friesian, Guanaco is a mid-summer day in Cancún Lighting.
I'm tired of just walking, and it would be natural to sweat.
This is what Mr. Marr from the desert looks like, so you're really a tough land pattern without gear.
I don't feel anything because of my gear, but Mr. Marr better get dressed soon.
It's floating from around, and if you get heat stroke, it's tough.
If possible, I'd just like to ask for shorts in thin clothes.
As I kept walking, I reached the Camel Car Station.
The camel is one turn bigger than what is on Earth and has a firm ankle.
Tough face with wrinkles between eyebrows, characterised by crisp eyebrows.
Surprisingly agile, he moved his neck and was vigilant around.
I'm so glad you had Mr. Marr.
I don't know which one to ride because I have about 30 Rin camels.
I'm not good at speaking up at times like this. [M]
There's nothing I can't do, but I don't want to talk to you as much as I can.
"It's funny, there can't usually be this many camels.
I'll ask you something, just wait here.
I'll get dressed at the end of the day, so it might take a while. "
I've been waiting for you!!
Now, get dressed quickly.
"Okay, you're waiting here"
Drop Mr. Marr off in a sober voice without ever leaking the voice of his heart.
Every day since then, I've had a blast talking about Mr. Lienbell, and now I'd be considered a comrade.
We are horribly hectic with each other, and we also have something in common: Mr. Lienbell forced us to wait.
The mysterious development that even though my gender is a man and both thoughts are more overwhelmingly advantageous to me, Mr. Marr is in a better relationship.
If it were normal, there would be ugly fights, but we're not.
I want to see Lily expand. I support Mr. Marr. [M]
Marr, who has become more emotional about me than I am, is also rooting for me.
As a result, we became closer to each other than before to talk about Mr. Lienbell.
Mr. Marr, who talks about Mr. Lienbell, gives a girly look and gets very cute.
The way a cheerful child can be shamed and illuminated is a word of love.
When a trick emerges to hide the cheeks with both hands, it peaks, slowly dyeing the face red.
I want Mr. Marr to like me like that.
The camels watched me twice as I remembered Mr. Marr, who was cute and embarrassed while watching the camels.
I'm in perverted mode, and I guess I'm nibbling.
It would be weird if Mr. Marr had a nigga on him when he got back, and I need to hold on.
When I'm pampering my face with both hands and squeezing my expression, I get my right shoulder pounded from behind.
Turning around, Mr. Marr, who had changed clothes, stood.
Totally impugned, I am struck by the shock of being swept aside with a horse-slashing knife.
We knew Mr. Marr was going to change.
I want to scold myself for being totally alarmed that I would be fine with about shorts.
I can't believe you're coming in a swimsuit.
Lactating Marl wears a tube-top pink swimsuit because she is not confident in her chest.
Swimsuit wrapped around to cover and conceal the chest.
Beautiful navel served without hiding.
A bikini that shows off its proud beautiful ass.
I watched a woman named Marr sweetly coming out to expose the woman at this time.
The one with the pattern of being open when you travel?
No, I don't think Mr. Marr will ever be liberated going home now.
What the hell do you want from me?
I wanted to be liked, but are they really already liked?
Has the desire to drop me overflowed strongly and come up with a bold method of swimsuit? [M]
No matter how hot it is, it's about Mr. Marr in his bathing suit.
Definitely a misplaced outfit, but it works great.
Because I was so shocked that I was about to lose all my memory in your swimsuit.
He suffered a devastating mental attack called Mr. Marr's swimsuit, holding down his flank, but managed not to skip consciousness.
Mr. Marr, who looked at me like that and pointed his mouth at me, would look in the direction of the day after tomorrow and tease me.
I can't stop the cuteness of Mr. Marr, who became a swimsuit.
"I know I am.
As unattractive as Senior Acorn or Senior Bell. "
Then I'm not saying anything stupid!!
Though it would show off its status as breastfeeding at its best and be too offensive around wearing a bikini.
You're so full of charm, you've had cardiac arrest since Mr. Leanbell!
Swimsuits are with underwear, so prepare your mind when you change.
But thank you so much!!
"What are you talking about, Mr. Marr?
Don't tempt me to look like an adult. "
"... Huh?
"... Huh?
Mr. Marr, staring at me holding his flank, had a pompous look on his face.
It's cowardly to keep staring, with the absolute correction of being in a swimsuit.
"Oh, oh, oh, adult?
Isn't that a kid's mistake?
Bo, I don't have any color... "
Suppose there was a guy who wouldn't get excited about Mr. Marr purposefully picking out a bikini and desperately making it look like an adult, that guy is already nose shit.
Nasal shit. That's why I don't understand the value of a woman.
After being circled with your fingers, Pean! and you just have to be flown somewhere.
Why aren't you so confident in yourself as a woman?
As proof that I'm excited, I'd like to turn around and look at my butt right now and do one of the fainting things.
I won't do it because I want to see Mr. Marr in his swimsuit for even a minute longer.
If I get used to it a little more, I will be grateful to see it.
"If you wear a bikini, the colour will overflow naturally.
Mr. Marr is usually cute, so if you're going to wear a swimsuit, please let me know in advance.
I thought they were going to kill me.
Swimsuits are a colorful violence to me as a child, so be careful from now on. "
"Huh?! Or don't make fun of me.
Bo, I'm here, stay...
Or cute, oh, ahhh, already!
Look, for Senior Bell's sake, I'll be there ASAP!
Take my hand holding the flank, and Mr. Marr walks out toward the camel car.
My heart stays stopped in the best situation of having a pretty girl in a swimsuit hold hands.
I only thought about fainting and not bothering Mr. Marr, and I was desperate to stay conscious somehow.