That Person. Later on…

According to Mr Buff's story, the village of Nidi is a village of agriculture and grazing, and the dairy system seems to be as good as the village of Nidi is called best. Among them, the cow was raised dearly and loved by everyone in the village, and he was greatly distressed by the fact that he was only able to escape this time. I mean, I came to be preached "cattle road" on my back. This is a cute place for cows. You can raise them like this. You give them milk. Love for cows is too strong. I also want you to take into account the ears of those who ask. Honestly, it's a secret that I wanted to escape. "Inn Road" is called "Beef Road," I wanted you to give me a break. Properly recirculating "Right ~" or "Yes, yes," he was pissed off, "You can't be extremely cattle roads in such a reply," he said. No, I don't remember going that way first...

Thus, I arrived at the village of Nidi with Mr. Buff's guidance, but there was no sign of the villagers at all. When Mr. Buff also notices something is wrong, he screams from somewhere. Hurry to those who heard screams, a large number of young and old people were making noise in an open place in the village. They were all facing the opposite direction, so they didn't seem to notice us. I will talk to the young man nearby with Mr. Buff on my back.

"Um, what's wrong? They're all in that direction, right?

"Oh, actually... who? Oh no, Grandpa Buff!! Are you hurt looking for a cow?

You're a busy man.

"Shut up... look, it's okay"

Mr. Buff wiggles his arm with a boom while I carry him. Please don't do this because it's dangerous.

"So, Morph. What the hell is all this noise?

The young man, known as Morph, has become a hazy face, as Mr. Buff remembered in his words, and he has spoken with a whispering down voice. I mean, how long should I carry Mr. Buff...

"... In fact, now that the bandits are here again... now they are attacked by a large number of people, and Fluff has just been taken hostage... they've demanded that if Fluff's life is spared, I give them all the hardware in the village..."

"What!!!

Don't get mad at me!! You could accidentally drop it!!

"Uh, so you're collecting hardware now?

"No, there's no way we're making money. Because I spend most of my money for my beloved cows... and who are you really?

"Oh, I say waz. If I wanted to go to this village, this Mr. Buff would have fallen, so I sent him in."

"Well, Grandpa Buff took care of you. Thanks for your help. I wish this wasn't the case..."

"So now it feels like we're having a rough time?

"Oh, Fluff's got a knife poking at me and I can't move. I don't care how much you say there's no money here."

"Hmm... for now, I need to see how it goes. Can't you handle it..."

Put Mr. Buff down, Mr. Morph's lead led us to the front row. In the meantime I also asked about Fluff, who apparently was a twelve-year-old girl and Mr. Buff's lovely granddaughter. So you were angry earlier?

Standing in the front row and looking across the shore, the bandits saw about thirty people. Is it the head that stands at its center? The big man who grew his mustache is making a fuss about getting his money out of earlier. A knife in its hand and a girl whose cuttoe was hitting her neck were captured with a crying face. She would be the fluff. The bandits around him also erected swords and daggers to intimidate this side.

"Whoa, come on, bring me some money!!

"Then we'll take the beautiful virgin."

"Right, let's have plenty of fun!!

I can't stand listening. I'll just step forward to end this commotion, but Mr. Buff runs next to me.

"Xamaa!! Let go of my granddaughter!

Hey!! You're too reckless for anything!!

"WHAT THEME!! Do you know what's going on?

"Grandpa!!!

Stick the fluff forward so the bandit can show it to Mr. Buff. The knife, of course, remains on the neck. Mr. Buff stopped at the sight, so he stepped forward so that me and Mr. Morph, who had arrived later, could shelter him.

"Don't even move Temehe et al!! The moment it moves, this kid's life is over!!

Honestly, I might be able to help Fluff with my speed. But when it's safe, I can't guarantee it. If the knife moves at all than the knife is being hit by the neck muscle, the fluff will be hurt. I wanted to avoid that.

When I was worried about it that way, I felt the ground was shaking. No, it's not my fault already. It's actually shaking. With that swing, there was now a sound around like a massive amount of something was running.

DODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODO!!!!!