The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

"Do you still want to continue? My people are alive. I think it would help now."

Knight Chouta keeps his magic sword in place and advises toward the remaining Rositov.

The distance from each other is more than ten mertes away, but there is no sign that the young hunters will set it up.

Slightly away from Rositov, two of his companions had fallen. He is shocked and plasma, faint and falling to the ground.

"I'm hired, so I don't do jobs that don't fit."

The young Hunter Rositoff woke up with water from a water bottle on a leader-like Biella that had fallen nearby when he put a curved sword under his thick coat.

"Ugh, what...?

The first time you get electrocuted, there's no sign you'll wake up, so you'll have to hold it back for two.

"I'll let you disperse."

"Wise."

"Unfortunately, I give up on that anomaly (regioskull). It sells high as a good material."

Beyond the trees in the woods, I can see the regiosculls slowly moving away. The young hunter seemingly unfortunately drops off the magical life form that has become part of the ecosystem.

"You wouldn't have looked painful if you'd been satisfied with regiosculls"

Chuta couldn't forgive the hunters for targeting Plum. But more than that, attacks caused by personal grievances involve the character of a knight.

"... thinks I did something sorry to your daughter." Don't touch Dragon Man "is a Prussian Hunter's code.... the seniors who have forgotten me before their eyes... may well be rewarded"

Rositov must have revealed himself in his chest with bitter thoughts.

"This forest is the domain of the Kingdom of Methanostat. We have the right to protect and manage all resources and residents"

In contrast, Knight Chuta responds in a pale administrative tone. From the standpoint, I could see the emotions I had to tell you.

"... even the hunters of Prussia have to live. Native to Rudens, and even the Duchy of Cullen. In the old woods, where all sorts of forces are involved, there are territories and 'implicit rules'.... I disagree with Knight Metanostadt, the newcomer (...), but if I get electric shock, I won't be able to."

If we bump into each other's claims again, we'll just be in contention. Hands-on is wise on this occasion. We just said what we wanted to say, and we kept each other's faces.

"Already... okay, Rositov, we're leaving."

The leader hunter, distorting his face in agony, rises up with a yo-yo and disperses with a bearded man with Rositov.

Knight Chouta put his magic sword in the lower back holder just near Pram's three-wheeled carriage (trickle).

"I guess that's it for today's investigation. Let's go home, Plum."

"Yes, sir. Behind you."

"Uh... okay?

Gürn and the Magic Conductor breathed back as the plum slowly turned the steering wheel with the chuta in the back seat.

"Please grab me so I don't fall. Oh, grab your hips, not your back feathers -"

"Here, here?

Chuuta turns her hand around her hips to hold her from behind the plum.

"Squirrel!

Once again, the tricycle began to slow down into the woods.

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Northwest of the Grand Forest of Kyodittel, one kilometre south of the scene of the encounter with Hunter -.

A boat was moving over the deep green bushes of the depressed trees.

Above the wooden hull (...), which is about 12 merte in length and 6 merte in width, is a cabin-like steering room. It looks like the very vessel used in the fishing industry.

What was different from a normal ship was that it was on the woods, not the sea. It progresses over dense peripheries as if they were floating above the sea. But the ship doesn't have a sail or a magic propulsion that ejects water.

The bottom of the ship has six long legs that look like beetles. It has metallic, moving joints. Like a metal golem, he moves slowly and skillfully across the trees.

- Survey Mothership: The Hobo

"Trace speed, stop...!

Gashon, Gashon and

Dragonman's daughter, Annemie slowly pulls down the joystick.

From the gap between the trees in the woods, a plum and a chuta were seen across the three-wheeled carriage (trickle).

"Oh, here I come...! Good."

I can unwittingly flaunt your face, Anemi. Move splendid, large feathers nearly twice the size of a plum. The long tail that reaches the floor swings to the left and right.

Move from the steering room to the operation of bottoming the hull to retrieve the three-wheeled carriage (trickle).

Then the door behind him opened and a beautiful woman dressed in a black uniform came in. Elf-specific long ears for light black skin. Bright, hip-length black hair is tied to a half-up.

"Are those kids back from their date?

"Captain Alberina......!

Continued