Survive different worlds with the all-purpose skill 'Condiment Creation'! [Web version]

- Walking forward with Mr. Lilia's guidance, 10 minutes-

I got inside the elf.

This place, lined with large trees, has no house based on Friesian-like earthly magic.

Some houses are like log houses, while others are remodeling some of the larger trees to make them homes.

I'm still too far away to see an elf, but I didn't know you lived in such a neighborhood.

As soon as I tried to get inside as it was, one spear fell on the ground scooped.

And in a flash, you'll be surrounded by tons of elves.

One beautiful woman came forward as Tin took control of Mr. Estelle, who tried to set up a weapon in the aggressive.

There are beautiful men and beauties just as I had in mind, women worried by breastfeeding. A race that doesn't seem to be yes.

It should be noted that the woman who came forward is also in front of the 1st chest.

"Lilia, what is it about letting people in!

"Shut up, Baba!

I have a reason to take you inside. "

"Who's Baba, you fucking Baba!

Did you forget that my birthday is a day later?

"Huh, that's a small vessel Gesbaba.

That's why you're older than me. "

I don't know what to do, it's not like the elves I thought.

You're a beautiful female elf, but you have a bad mouth anyway.

I think it's just the two of them because the people around me are also looking at the two statements with cold eyes.

No, I want it to be.

I want to get to know a woman with a clear beauty elf.

Mr. Kyle's body began to tremble as the bickering continued without any shards of tension.

I'm sure you're starting to get scared of Mr. Lilia with too much mouth.

I'm worried about his adventurous life and tofu mentality in the future.

You're a leader, but you're too weak to be hit.

Didn't you grow up spoiled before?

Being spoiled and forgiven is, unfortunately, a child privilege!

One handsome elf came forward as he was taking the mysterious mount in his heart and beating Mr. Kyle.

He must be the leader of a substantial elf unit.

The look of the elves around them changes and all at once the tension increases.

"Can you tell me why it's time you brought people here already?

My heart was more horrified than ever that a very decent man came out.

I knew the other elves were decent people.

I just happen to be the first to see a badly mouthed elf.

"Ah? I brought you a high elf.

I don't have time to be dealing with fucking Baba, and I don't have time to be dealing with fucking jizz. "

Cold sweat flows down the face of the surrounding elf unit.

At the words of Mr. Lilia, who has a bad mouth, it has turned into a one-touch, immediate air.

"Wait, I'm 200 years younger than you."

"It's a matter of appearance, no matter what you think, you're a jerk."

Apparently, the elves are irrelevant to men and women and all are age-sensitive.

It creates an emotion that you don't care how old you are just because you look beautiful and beautiful and you look young.

And rarely was I in serious mode because the elves were rubbing it with something that didn't matter.

If I'm wrong, I want you to tell me right away.

Don't you have time to fight at your age?

Isn't it high elves that matter the most in this world in danger of a world?

Why do we need to be surrounded by elf troops and watching the three of us talk?

The only thing I can say is that for Lilia, Kyle was really old enough to be a fucking kid.

I can't ask you the details, but how old is Lilia?

- Keeping rubbing by involving age, 20 mins -

When Captain Cut's tin said, "How long will it last? I heard," and the curse ended.

Only a fucking jizzy certified handsome elf remained, with Mr. Lilia speaking to two people in Kosovo and a substantial leader.

"I'm Erik, follow me," he said in a cool and sinister voice, but I don't think it's cool anymore.

Because I think a tin who spoke up courageously is more handsome than an elf man who cares about his age.

When I follow Lilia and Erik's elf combination, they lead me to the outside of the inside.

There's nothing like a dwelling, a forest like no building.

But the grass trees were maintained for easy walking.

In the meantime, I see an incredible sight.

As I was walking down the road, I could see an ancient dragon in front of me that could softly shed a rock.

A huge dragon that seems to be on the construction site, working sweating with a troublesome face.

The total length is about 10 meters and the small stone drop can be gently removed.

I think it would be easier if I stepped on it and crushed it.

The ancient dragon who noticed us and turned around is the Frank type who greets us with one big hand up.

"Whoa, are you going to help me?

Asked the ancient dragon to help remove debris.

What the hell kind of event is this?

"Dear Ancient Dragon, it was you who broke the bridge.

Motivate yourself to remove it "

Ancient dragons have angered Mr. Erik.

Grilling the big index fingers on both hands, the ancient dragons are messing around.

It's a fresh feeling, scary and cute.

I guess I'm basically paralyzed because I'm always only seeing my superficial presence in the Goblin or lower status.

Even if I saw an ancient dragon, I'd only think, "Oh, you look strong."

But not those who have survived many battlefields.

Mr. Kyle of Mental Collapse turned to Bibili,

Mr. Syrup, the smelly fetish, is as vivid as hyperventilating,

Tin, a handsome man, stopped breathing and bibibili,

To Mr. Estelle, who has grown up, he is freaking out and shaking his whole body with a viscid upright.

As far as Fiona, the princess, was concerned, she was having an unusual cold sweat.

He looked cute rattling and trembling, so I'll hold your hand softly.

It could be a tough spiritual fine play of 320,000, working rarely and decently.

Because of the title's [beginner (uvula) mind], it's bogus that it's a romantic aspect, but I think for the first time a tough mental has helped.

For some reason, having Mr. Fiona nearby also affects the slightest masculinity in me appearing on the table.

He must have seen me holding hands to reassure him and thought he was reliable again.

"I'm good at breaking it, but I'm not good at cleaning it... hmm?

This feeling... you're a high elf.

I'm sorry, but let me leave the cleaning to you later.

What can I do for you, World Tree?

I knew I was being led thinly to the world tree, but I didn't expect the Frank Ancient Dragon to teach me clam.

Note that we are all too freaked out and no one sticks in what an ancient dragon can normally talk about.

"Just a little.

You'll be angry if you don't clean up properly. "

"Uh, wow, I know."

The character of the ancient dragon is a little cute.

Apparently, I can't get my head up on Mr. Erik.

He walks out again with an ancient dragon that seems to have joined him in an casual way.

Ancient dragons, which somehow were to follow at the rear, Zuchin without flying with big wings! Zushin! and walks in rocking the earth.

I don't care about Lilia and Erik, who are elves, but normal people are different.

They are taken back by dragons who would have terrible strength and are stirred up in great footsteps.

The rattle and body tremble, Zuchin! and my spine is so freaked out that every time I hear a noise.

The way the hands and feet on the same side walk out at the same time doesn't matter how anyone sees it.

As adventurers and imperial soldiers, I think the four who have cut through the dead places can still stand it.

But Mr. Fiona, holding hands, is just a princess.

Fear is too strong and can cause mental abnormalities.

I want you to leave this place to the spiritual 320,000 soy sauce warriors.

I'm going to show you my masculine part and aim for further points up.

Stop holding Mr. Fiona's hand, twist his neck in the rear and stare at the ancient dragon.

"Dear Ancient Dragon, your footsteps are loud.

The ground is shaking, so fly in the air.

If you shake too much, the debris you just cleaned up will collapse. "

Think normally, no one orders this from an ancient dragon.

It would be natural for a tin to come in front of me with great momentum and send me a big bat sign.

The frivolous cold sweat that poured out and the appearance of a tin in such a hurry that he couldn't even speak was hard to see.

But I'm aware of that.

Ancient dragons have an easy character to catch, and this should be just about right.

"Uh, seriously? Then fly.

If you want to fly, let's go first. "

When I saw him fly away, I was sure.

That dragon, it's definitely a good one.

The tin, not knowing what had happened, remained solidified as a bat-signature to petrify.

I didn't think this was going to work, so it was when I turned to Mr. Syrup to carry me.

Kyle's "You're so brave! When did you reborn into a cool guy! 'A respectful look was sent,

Mr. Syrup said, 'How could you order an ancient dragon?! Wow!' I got the good impression that

A questionable gaze was sent to Mr. Estelle: 'This may be the one who really defeated the disaster-class demon'.

In the meantime, Mr. Fiona's gaze at me for squeezing my hand is hot.

I'm sure she'd like to say this.

"Mr. Tatsuya, Shhhhhhhhh!!!!