The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

"Until the galeches all over the city are cleaned up, you even have a car. We won't allow a break until we've lost a piece of galeches in the walls."

Since his master, Aliante, ordered him to do so, the hour of rest for Liot has disappeared.

Besides, just saying such impotence, he said, "I have to give other adventurers an audition," and he just went back to the dojo.

It is utterly lethargic.

And now you're gonna fly off the back of a rickshaw.

"Huh. Liot Ku ~. It's time for your medicine. Oh ♡ Oh, my God! If you drink just a little of this, you don't have to eat rice or sleep for the other three days. Excellent stuff!

She is an alchemist woman who wraps herself in a purple cape and hisses her suspicious bracelet and necklace.

He seems to be Aliante's acquaintance, and many of these hands take turns watching him.

Yesterday, by the way, I was a white devil mentor girl flying a monstrous ray at random from her seat. Whenever I hit a light on my body, fatigue blows up like a lie and energizes me, but more than double the fatigue strikes me when its effect is solved. Besides, it doesn't add light when you're suffering from more than double the fatigue. I was probably going to harass you because I was nibbling when I looked back.

Pulling over to pick up the galeches, the alchemist woman quickly strapped the liotto to bring a flask with green liquid close to her mouth.

The liquid is boiling with a gushing and lava-like viscosity, although it is supposed to be ambient around.

"Say it! I'm not tired at all yet! I don't need any of those pills yet!

"You shouldn't have to. Oh, hey, I'm not afraid of drugs."

Something disastrous green sticks into this mouth all at once.

"Ugh... Ngu! Grr!"

The taste was very unspoken.

It's not bitter, sweet, sour or spicy. It tasted "merciless and cruel" if I were strong enough to describe it. Besides, I can't even throw up because of the stickiness.

While Liot, untied, was blue-faced and crawling on all fours, the alchemist was writing something down on parchment.

I feel that it has been used as a good material for human experimentation.

Furthermore, my hand was placed on my shoulder shortly after I rested.

"Here you are, boy. Just in time. I'm about to do some demolition work on the half-destructed house. There's a clumped gale out there, so carry it all outside the walls."

He was a militant man with bandages around his arms. My upper body is wearing nothing but that bandage. The exposed maniac and Liot just want to show off their muscles are staring.

"Hey at least let me do the demolition work too... I'm tired of running anymore..."

"No. It's dangerous for kids like you. There you go, right down the street."

A few moments towing the car, there was a house on the verge of burning ruins.

The militant man laughs less at or repeatedly kicks jumping into ruins and hitting him even. The ruins collapse gallopingly as I look at them.

While the man is sweating really bright,

"Oh! The feeling of pure destruction transmitted to these fists and legs! This is the heart of martial arts!

It's an insult to martial arts.

Liot with no taste for martial arts, but I could only be sure of that.

"Come on, come on, Liot. Come on. Don't look at me. I need to pick up Galecki soon. Or tired? I was wondering if your sister could give you medicine again?"

"Wow! I'm fine! Pick it up!"

In fact, the body moved more or less agile. Even when I'm picking up a galley, I feel like I'm moving twice as fast.

The scary thing is that the alchemist keeps track of the situation. Definitely the action of the medicine just now.

I'm relieved of what side effects are already coming.

The militant (pervert), who quickly tore apart a house, has spoken with a sweaty odor.

"You're lucky, boy. You can take the unlimited training course offered by Lord Alliante. Whoever completes this course, however talented, is a top warrior. I look forward to your future as soon as possible. When you become a top-notch arm, please help me."

"... Whatever the arrangement is, is it true? Can you be strong with this kind of throwing training?

"In theory, the human body will continue to be strengthened if we continue to load and recover. Regardless, if you train that harshly, you risk dying along the way, but there they follow you."

Alchemist thumbed up all the time.

Don't you want to die because of all these drugs and magic? Leave aside the question for now.

"Well, sometimes my heart dies better because it's too tight -"

Liot erased all facial expressions from his face in the further pronounced death sentence.