The girl with the fire wheel.

Noel and Ligret were taking three soldiers from the escort along a carriage down the street stretching north from Madres. Along the way is the city of Volvo, once known as the Golden Town. So Ligret advised that it was best to gather information and get ready.

Noel reluctantly said he didn't need an escort, but Ligret let him participate arbitrarily. Because I'm not joking about being attacked by a burglar and having a tragic end. It is also possible that the remnants of the rebels are still lurking. There's not enough caution in this situation.

This idiot woman, who has no idea about it, is lazily bickering at her escort opponent. I don't care if Noel dies, but I don't want him on the road.

(Though I don't know if I'm the hero who defeated the rebels. I'd love to see what's stuck in your head)

Unlike the restless ligret, Noel, dressed in his cape, is jokingly colluding with the escorts. That weirdly cripples the epilepsy, and the irritability of the ligret increases. He talked to me a few times, but I decided to ignore him. Just obey me because I'm on a mission, and I don't have any shards, such as my intention to build trust.

"Uh, and the carriage is easy, isn't it? I'm fine with sleeping."

"But the shaking is too harsh because the streets aren't perfectly maintained. I can't sleep very well."

"Doesn't it feel good to be like a cradle?

"... no, unfortunately I am"

"I agree."

When the escort laughed bitterly and denied it, others nodded with tired faces as well.

"I don't know."

I've seen this one as Noel asks for an opinion, so I tongue it and turn away.

"Haha, Ligrette is a good tongue puncher, isn't she? Don't you agree?

"... no, you know, if you say so, yeah"

"Yeah, it feels like a skilled move. I've never seen anyone tongue so well. You're a tongue-in-cheek girl!

Noel laughs happily.

(You country girl, if you keep your mouth shut, you can say whatever you want!

Ligrette looks down. If I leave it like this, I might ask you to teach me how to tongue. I had no choice, so I decided to change the subject and start over.

"... Speaking of which, Captain Noel seems intimate with Master Cynthia. I'm really jealous. Did you send anything that would distract you? Because she comes from a famous house in Coimbra. It would have been nice to have remembered from Taisho."

I'll put a kettle on Noel's speed of birth in the dark. Little revenge is a success if its face is distorted at all, but it doesn't look particularly angry.

"Yeah, I didn't send anything. I just got a reward instead of helping you. This is it."

Remove the trinket holder from the pocket and suddenly start hanging the well-made glasses in it. Chopped red hair, black edged glasses. You just put it on, but the atmosphere turns into something of an intelligent staff member.

"Eyeglasses, are you?"

"That's right, Liguret Hundred. Hey, do I look a little smart with this, too?

"... right. Doesn't it just look good on the outside? I don't even know the inside."

Ligrette replies with disgust.

"When you went to Taishou, you wore these glasses. Yes, that's when I met your father."

I accidentally raised my face when I heard about my father, so my eyes met. Noel tries to distort his nigga and mouth. I'm not laughing at all at the eyes that show over the lens. It's like a peek into the bottom of our hearts. The barometric ligret turned away again.

"Haha, your father doesn't seem to like me"

…………

"- And this is an important treasure, so we need to make sure it doesn't break. If it cracks, it's tough."

When I say that and smile, I start to look after my glasses. Earlier intimidation is ringing and returning to the usual brain-weather woman. Seeing that transformation, Wilm is finally beginning to see why he's on guard. If you were releasing the kind of intimidation you are now in the first meeting, it's only natural to be alert. I don't know which one is vegan, but Ligret decided to be careful not to be alarmed.

As Ligret is silent, Noel rides himself out and talks to him.

"Hey, can I ask you one thing, too?

"... what is it"

"Ligrette seems kind of lucky, doesn't she? It stinks, and it's like living hating the world. Yeah, it just feels like a shader"

…………

There is a breathtaking sound of the escorts.

It was fresh because it had been a long time since I was cursed from outside my body towards my face. But I can't even feel good, so after I tongue him so I can tell, I'm gonna sigh him out deliberately. Noel has a higher sequence, but the rank is the same. There's nothing you need to shy away from the idiot.

"That's why I thought you looked like me."

"... what?

"So me and Ligret don't look alike."

After a moment of fright, a boil of anger springs up. Not at all alike. There's no reason to resemble it. You are an idiotic countryman who doesn't seem to think anything of it, and this is the eldest daughter of the prestigious Gramble family. If you were born different, you'd have a different personality. Hair color is different. Nothing may be the same.

"Hate, I don't think so at all"

"Nothing's fine. Because what matters is what I think. So that's what I'm talking about."

Saying so and getting up, Noel jumps off the carriage with a big bag. The escorts who returned to me followed suit. Soon they had arrived in the city of Volvo, their destination.

I want to chase him immediately and thoroughly tap into the difference with myself, but he'll need to take the inn first than that. The yang hasn't set yet, but it's too dangerous to get into the mining zone now. By the time you arrive, it's definitely dusk time.

After getting out of the carriage and signaling to your people, hurry to find Noel and the others. For some reason, he's starting to walk in the direction of the mining zone, not the city entrance. The escorts are also in a panic about what's going on, but have not been able to stop them.

Ligret rushes over and grabs Noel's shoulder.

"Please wait!...... Pick up your inn in the city today and gather some information. From now on, the sun will definitely set by the time you reach the mining zone. We're here for reconnaissance, so you don't have to take any chances."

"That's not why it's good. In the daytime, they'll see us all."

"How far are you willing to scout? This time it's enough to look down on the terrain. If you want more detailed information, you just need to release the scourge of manipulation."

"That doesn't make sense, does it? Because I'm going anyway. Uh, the ligrets can go home. Good luck dropping you off so far."

"You can go home."

After saying that much, I notice that Noel looks different. Wear armor, a hammer on your hips, two spears on your back and you're fully armed. In the carriage, I didn't notice it because it was wrapped in a cape. The ligrets on the other hand look like military uniforms. I'm not going to fight this time, so naturally it's a light outfit.

And Noel's left hand holds a large cloth bag. I noticed it was in the carriage, but I don't know what's stuck inside. Because I wasn't interested, and I wasn't going to actively talk to Noel.

"… what the hell are you doing? No, what are you thinking in the first place, with such heavy equipment"

"I'm not doing anything yet. I guess I'll think about it after I actually meet with the termite party. That sounds like more fun."

Then I shrugged, and Noel walked away by herself to cross her nose. Are you willing to get inside and do reconnaissance to the limit? It's an extremely dangerous act. Nevertheless, I have no obligation to go out with you any further because I said so as a deputy.

"Li, Master Ligret. What will you do?

"It's not a good idea if you don't go after him."

…………

I was going to pick up the inn and pull it up if I didn't want to come back the next day. Some people care about Noel, the newcomer, dying. Grohl can't even blame me for being ahead of the game. That would be right.

Look behind Noel. A chick and a long spear are shaking. I can see you have no fear at all. I was only slightly curious as to where the confidence that could be described as unsatisfactory would come from. And that word you said was “similar” to yourself.

"Master Ligret?

"... get your stuff from the carriage. Just a little more, I'll follow the captain."

"But. Didn't you just say it was dangerous? We agree."

"If you don't like it, you can abandon it and go home. I don't care if it's a military violation. So make up your own mind. It's got a big layer of stuff around the corner, so use it every once in a while. It's not a decoration, is it?

"... Ha, yes. Got it!

When Ligret tells him to make a fool of himself, a slightly angry look appears on the faces of the escorts. But as soon as I turned it off and saluted it, I ran out for the carriage.

In the end, it is the soldier who has to obey his superior officer. Class is absolute in the army. Because if you find out you killed him, you'll be punished later.

"... I'm really pissed. That shitty kid, he just acts like he's on his own!

Ligrette curses and scratches her long back hair then kicks the ground with her tongue pounding. This is how dissatisfaction is resolved when you are upset to the max. This time it also includes eight strikes at action against decisions that I don't understand.

(I'm not interested in anything else. Just obey my father's orders. Yes, we have to keep an eye on that unpleasant, extremely stupid woman)

Ligret glanced at Noel, dazzling far ahead into the sun.

Located in the northern part of Coimbra, the Borc mining zone was once so large that it was called that gold would always come out if it was dug. The city of Volvo, just beside it, brings together miners who make money from all over, and merchants come again in search of them. A vibrant and extremely lively city where gold and people always go together. That look was exactly what I deserved to call a golden home.

But now that the gold has withered, it has become a complete glory of the past. The city is flooded with ruined dwellings and stores, enough to occasionally see people with weary expressions. When it comes to mines, many long and deep pits are left dug. Yes, the current city of Volc Mine and Volvo is just a place that's already over, a remnant of a dream.

Those who still couldn't give up, and those who weren't otherwise destined to go, kept digging holes even left in this mining area.

This musculoskeletal, gray-haired big man hits an ancient stock among miners. The man's name is Barbus, a person who came to earn money from other states to Coimbra and settled there as it were. Age is 38 and falls into the younger category, but since when did the rest of us become known as "parents”, etc. It is the primary cause of the innate relentless personality and the goodness of care that was to be called.

"... thats annoying. As always, no money will come out. When the hell did you get out or get cancer?"

Barbus smokes a golden flue and distracts him from boredom. Around us miners - we call ourselves “diggers” - sit back on the ground of stripping and relax in the same way. I'm not even disappointed now, as it's natural not to have any money. But I'd get tired of doing the same thing every day. Boring. Still keep digging because there's nothing else I want to do.

Barbus was about to be disgusted with such a life. Although I don't intend to abandon the Hori Masters, who have been dating for many years now. Even on the so-called corrupt edge, if we hang out for a long time, we get feelings. That's what humans are for.

"Parents, do you want a grip? It's a little salty though."

"I don't want it. I'm good with this."

Raise the flue and refrain. Really? The man who has spoken to me clings to the grip.

"Dig, eat, dig, eat. I guess we were moles."

"It's more like a mole than a dick."

"You can't take care of yourself if you say so."

I'm doing this stupid thing in a mine where there's no money, and there's no way I could have lived. Still, I've had very little trouble eating. Why is that? - Because one of them gave it to me.

There are roughly 500 borough masters in this Borc mine. Sometimes we hunt and farm, but basically we buy food in the city of Volvo. The source of that funding is the greatness of our state of Coimbra. Even so, I'm not getting it funded. The inmates are forming a raid and taking it all away.

Barbus, the borough moat master has a different face than the miner. The face of an armed group named the "termite party”.

Thanks to the strength and skill gained in mining operations, you can defeat most of the weak soldiers in the coin bra. The targets are garrisons, carriages, rows of nobles, occasional food stores, etc. He has been stuck with me on a thin, scattered salary. I don't have any muscles to take back somewhat and complain about. Barbus sincerely thinks that the great Sun God will miss it too.

"Speaking of which, it seems the rebels in the example have already been suppressed. I just heard it in the city."

"Heh, right. Well, you were attacking me with no prospect. I guess I deserve it."

The information determined by the rebels had also reached this Borc mine. Initially, I talked to the Hori Masters about joining us, but that was ruined by the fact that they attacked the city of Volvo. The Barbas restrict their targets to the Coimbra Army and those who serve it. Because I swear I won't imitate them like I would squeeze them out of the poor. To those who break it, Barbus has relentlessly imposed sanctions. I don't mean to tempt a prostitute, but only because I wanted to protect my minimum pride as a human being.

For that reason, the Barbas and the termite party took their swords to protect the city of Volvo and thoroughly slapped and killed the rebels who were carrying out the looting. I'll keep digging holes in this mine again when that's over. The routine never changed.

"Glad you didn't join us"

"Absolutely."

"By the way, my parents, I've had a lot of them again."

"Uh, turn it to the water squad as usual. Damn, I have to get the key money."

Array is the only “stone” that makes me feel bright in this dark life. Even though it brightens up, it's not because it turns into gold. It illuminates me physically bright and flashy.

"But it feels good to blow off a solid rock formation."

"That's about all I'm looking forward to. Be careful not to make mistakes."

"Of course it is. It's already a dust in my eyes."

"You should understand."

spits smoke out of his mouth. It is not surprising that a small group of people of this magnitude would otherwise have been immediately crusaded by the Coimbra army. That has been escaping for several years because we discovered an earlier “stone” in this dead mine. It wasn't gold, but something to help you dig it. Using that “stone” successfully, the Barbas and the termites are fleeing the Crusaders.

The “stones” are called “burning stones” by the Barbas.

"Uh, I knew it was boring! I'm tired of drinking, smoking, eating inebriation!

"Oh, parent?

"Digging or digging, the money won't come out! Something like this, isn't there an intense mon out there that can play your head!?

Barbus taps the flue and crushes the rock that was nearby. The moat masters who are pressured by the momentum. I try to forgive you with alcohol, but I call for no barbus.

"Then when you take one shot at the burning stone in your inventory? Hehe, let's blow up these dokans and mines! Years will go by!

"Big fool. Huh! I know you said" dust "earlier!

When I tried to call out louder, a moat master who changed blood phase from the entrance to the pit rushed in. It's the man on watch near the mine entrance.

"Oh, my parents, it's tough!

"What the hell, the money finally came out!? That's awesome! If it's a mistake like before, I'll break your hands and legs, so be prepared!

"Chi, no! All of a sudden the guys from the Coimbra Army are here! He's right over there!

Hearing the words, the surrounding moat masters pull out the sword of their hips and enter a state of battle. Normally, even if you're kidding, give me the end of the armed group for once. I do it when I do it.

Barbus takes the great sword he left standing on the wall after grumbling at him for good. Currently in charge of the Termite Party crusade in the Coimbra Army is an elderly commander named Dirk from the North. I've done it several times, so I know my personality by and large. He's a good hardboner rare for a coimbra soldier, but he's hard headed and not accommodating. He didn't like to deal with the ad hoc, and Barbus had it on his hands many times with the agitation method of warfare. He was worried about his enemies if it was time for his blood vessels to smash. I didn't hate such a discerning man.

"Does it mean it's time for Dilk's old man to be righteous? How many are there? You're gonna be uptight this time, and you got a thousand?

The number of crusaders ranges from a hundred to a thousand. Licked fools come in hundreds, and heartless heartbreaks come in a thousand great places. The former waits and beats, while the latter, of course, does not look bad against him while he is doing it. That's how Barbus has taken the Coimbra Army in his hands many times. At first I sometimes stepped on Hema, but I no longer misjudged as I stepped on the number of places.

"Yes, no, that's it"

"What are you doin '? At times like this, you know time can be a division of the battle. Come on, say something."

"Uh, it's just the five of us. Besides, they were women. Actually, I'll be there soon."

When the watchman scratched Polypoli's cheek, something emerged from the entrance direction. At the head is my daughter with a red-haired severed head wearing armor. He grabs the roots of a familiar moat master and pulls them off as he drifts. His eyes are closed, but he just seems to be losing his mind.

From behind, there are four sword-drawn people. Three men and one woman. The face is faded and completely cramped. You could call it the usual Coimbra army.

"Whoa, whoa. What the hell is this? I have no idea what that means."

"No, this red-haired woman, no matter how many warnings I have, I won't listen to her, and the Golan fool who preceded me in trying to educate her is that zama. He seems confident in his arm. I wondered if it would be better to surround myself with boulders and kill them, so I thought I'd ask my parents."

As a termite party with a policy of 'upholding a minimum of benevolence and never shaking the weak', I guess I couldn't make the choice of surrounding an unknown woman and stopping beating her. That's not why you can go through this home base.

"... you know, I said the watch role was to discover intruders, but the primary purpose would be to stop them from breaking into the home base. Bring it all the way here. You can just break your leg and throw it away."

"It's not nice. It's just that redhead, he's stronger than he looks. See, there's so much power in that proud Golan."

"Uh, okay, okay. I'm in the worst mood right now. I decide to clean it up, peel my clothes off and throw them out. Do you want me to reflect barely?"

Stand in front of the redhead as she rings her neck bones. The woman observed this one intriguingly and then threw a dummy named Golan in her hand. I hear a noise when it falls off my face on the ground. Looks like it's stretched again.

"Hey, aren't you brave enough to come all this way? That's all I'm gonna compliment you for."

"Hey, that's awesome, this mountain pit. I'm really surprised it's like an ant nest."

Redhead with a nostalgic grin. I'm going to be unexpectedly weak, but I have an iron hammer on my hips and a sharp second spear on my back. I can't be too distracted. The world doesn't seem to know, but he said his arm would stand somewhat. Though it is also the world to die prematurely only in such a person.

"Well, because that's what we moat masters do. Taking money and food away from you coin bras is like a side business, so to speak. If I knew..."

Leave the money and get the hell out of here. That's what I'm about to say, throwing a big cloth bag that the redhead had in his hand. The impact of falling to the ground breaks the seal and the contents are scattered. - It was a ton of gold coins. With all this, the termite party humans will be able to eat fine but for a year.

"Oh, my God, isn't that a lot of money? I can't believe you came all the way out here and left me so much gold. You're like a goddess."

When I mock him for worship, the redhead shakes his neck to the side.

"Don't give it to me, this is a stake. You're the head of the termite party, aren't you? If you can compete with me and win, I'll give you all this."

"- Oh?"

"Except if I win, you'll hear what I have to say. This is a promise."

"Oh, you, what are you talking about stupid! Are you out of your mind?

A putrid looking woman who was in the rear makes a golden sound. It's in the pit, so the high voice sounds extremely uncomfortable. When she stares with killing intent, the woman makes her body snap. The woman called Noel, of course, is laughing at her for being sane.

"If there's something wrong with me, the ligret that's been following me this far is a freak, too."

"And even if I wanted to escape, I couldn't escape because I was surrounded! You lunatic! Because of you, I'm a dog dead! I'll resent you even if you die!

"You look better than ever. It's okay, it's a beautiful day, I'm not gonna die."

That's how Noel turns around. Her face is calm, but her eyes have changed since earlier. For something like a hunter peeking into a gap.

"I'll ask you till the end, what do you do with battles? I guess that's not what makes me happy."

"Then shall we beat each other up and lose if we surrender? You know, it's easy to understand, right?

With that said, he threw the weapon he was equipped with and quickly threw off his armor as well. Thin clothes only under armor.

"You're the one who beat me up? The putrid bitch there also said you must be really out of your mind?

"It was crazy a long time ago, but I guess it's normal now. Unlike before, it's fun every day."

Noel laughs at me for showing me his white teeth. I've been distracted for a while, but gradually anger emotions creep up in the barbus. Coimbra's weak soldier, and his little girl is licking him. I don't know what this means, but I'm pretty sure it's licked. Signal the men nearby by hand and make them consolidate the entrance. And after throwing the great sword, he hits both fists hard.

"I don't like weak bullies. Because I feel sorry for myself. Except for beating the licked scraps. Just be careful, don't resent me when I'm dead, okay?

"Yeah, okay"

Noel snorts distorted at his mouth. After spitting away that he had good guts, Barbus suddenly jumped for Noel.

"Don't cry all of a sudden with the first shot, little girl!!

"Whoa!!

A fist wielded with all its might cuts the sky. How many times has this happened? If you hit it, you can definitely take it down. But I can't hit a single shot.

When he tries to push it down fleshly, he gets his body replaced and he gets hit in a row. One blow is light, but if you keep getting hit, the damage builds up. Every time I breathe, my flank snaps.

(Is it even me you were licking? This little girl totally cut off my attack)

Yes, it's as if the attack is “visible” and they wait and put the counter in.

We've been beating each other for thirty minutes already, but we can't give him any effective beating at all. Noel flirts tirelessly and in beastly motion. If it were a battle with a sword, there would already be no life for Barbus.

"... shit"

Spit out the bloody spit and take a step back and distance. It seems that the moat masters who incited them at first are now only able to drink and watch. Barbus is one of the strongest of the termite parties. It would not be calm in my heart because that is taken entirely by my hands.

"Hey, it's time to surrender?

"Heck, there's no way you can admit losing to a little girl opponent who's just running around. All the attacks I just missed. I can't take you down like that."

Spit it away and make it look strong. Try to breathe in slowly so that you are not tired of rough breathing.

"Bye, you can hit one shot. Seriously, beat me up with the intention of killing me. It's going to be night, so let's make up our minds."

Try to open your hands so that you can invite them. Is it a trap, or are you serious? I can't judge Barbus. But it's also true that it's time to be physically tough.

"... interesting. If you can stand the blow from all over me, I'll ask you anything you want. But if you avoid it, I won't forgive you."

Taunt and hang the cam to see. Noel points at his mouth just because he's out of his heart.

"I'll keep my word. Because that's a sign that I'm me. Then you can come."

Noel takes a defensive stance with his arms crossed to the cross. He's seriously going to take a blow from Barbus.

(I'm gonna break this shit-ass arm by arm and slap you in the face)

Barbus drops his hips and puts his strength on both legs. Breathe loudly as you squeeze your right fist to its limit, staring at your target.

"- Come on!!

Exhale at the same time as the hanging voice and step on the ground all at once. Slap your swinging right fist against Noel, who puts his arm at the cross in front of his face.

At the same time as it hits, a blunt impact is transmitted to Barbus. Heavy. Doesn't make any sense that I did it. It just leaves me uncomfortable as if I had struck a chunk of iron.

From behind the crossed arms, I could see Noel's eyes. Eyes that identify targets like wild cats. In the eyes of the earlier hunter, the intent to kill is mixed. Its eyes show a barbus with a distressed look on its face.

(- Shit. But crush it before you do!!

The moment Barbus, who sensed the crisis, rushed to launch a left-hand pursuit,

"Become -"

"The promise was only one shot, wasn't it? So, this is payback."

Soon Noel unlocked the cross's defense, releasing a sharp thrust with his right fist. It profoundly pierces the dovetail of Barbus. Noel's fists swung down vigorously with his head around where his body was broken.

His vision was disturbed because he was hit from the face to the ground. After being put in a strong kick in his abdomen, something hit his back.

"Ugh, guh!

"If you surrender as promised, I'll let you go. If you don't admit to losing, I'll keep stepping through. What are you gonna do?

When I manage to look up while falling, I see Noel looking great with his hands on his hips and stepping on himself with his right foot. Its right foot is precisely placed on the spine area and gradually but feels the compression intensifying. This woman said, "I will never keep my word." In other words, if Barbus doesn't admit to losing, he's going to crush his spine and kill it. She has a seemingly nostalgic and young look, but this woman will definitely do it. If you look in the eye, you can glimpse the nature of the human being. The essence of this woman is a hungry beast. Close to a monster wearing human skin.

"Ugh, ugly."

"Hey, do you keep your word, or do you break it?

Leaning his neck, he asks in a calm tone. The compression finally intensified and the abdomen in contact with the ground began to make unpleasant noises with the mistletoe. ever again. When Barbus opened his eyes,

"- Parent!

One of the moat masters, who had been peeking at the gap from earlier, released an arrow. With the short bow he had hidden, he shot it off Noel's back.

Without panicking at all, Noel grabbed the arrow with his bare hands, as if he knew he was coming there. Even though my gaze remains the same with Balbus.

"Hih, hih! Hey, hey, why"

The moat master, who shot the arrow, slipped his hips and walked over. The same goes for the others.

"This is the last time. You surrender?

"... okay, my loss. Promises are kept."

"Oh well, good. Now we don't have to kill them all."

When he pressed the arrow he grabbed and folded it, Noel smiled with heartfelt joy. Barbus had been overlooked by that look, which was too innocent. The anger and sense of defeat I had felt earlier scratches away. Maybe it was because they freed the body that was being oppressed. Barbus slowly rises as he drops the mud that snaps into his face.

"... my loss. If they take that blow from the front, there's no excuse. Besides, it still is. You really are a hell of a woman."

"But I was pretty paralyzed earlier. Look, my arms are bright red."

I'll roll up my sleeves and show you my arms. Indeed, the area received is bright red and swollen. There will be some pain, but it doesn't show up on that face at all.

"... Promise is a promise. I have to listen to you. If you want me to show up, I'll go anywhere. I don't care if you snap your neck in here."

"Oh, parent!

Drink the upset moat masters.

"Ugh! Losing is losing. You don't deserve to complain about a loser. If you know what I mean, stay calm."

Noel tilts his neck as troubled as Barbus makes it seem.

"Uh, show up, or I want you to follow me."

"... so I'm telling you I'm going anywhere"

"Um, briefly, I want you to be my direct report. That's why I came all the way here."

When I say that, after I slap the dust, I offer that hand to Barbus.

"You want to make me head of the termite party a direct report?

"Yeah. I thought I'd take a look in person and then make up my mind. Because you look interesting. It sounds like a lot of fun with some interesting people, doesn't it?

"... you, I knew you were crazy"

"I wonder"

"Oh, definitely. I'm a kind of lunatic too, you know."

"Oh well. Well, I guess not."

Barbus rushes to block it with his left arm as Noel groans unfortunately and tries to snap the hand he offered.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! I'll follow you everywhere until I tell you I don't need you. Yes, everywhere. Promise is a promise."

Barbus squeezes Noel's hand with his right hand. Grip Noel's palms so hot that they can burn. To show as proof of the contract.

"Then if I can be happy, I'll hem it for you. I keep my word, too."

"Oh, please, uh, not you, Captain."

"Yeah, it's good to see you again"

That's what I'm gonna say and sit on the spot, Noel. I'm tired - and I'm stretching my legs to swallow. Barbus had one thing to worry about, so he decided to ask.

"Hey, if I hadn't broken my promise and listened to you, what the hell would I have done?

I can imagine the answer, but I dare ask. I wanted to ask. To make sure of my own inquiry.

"I wonder if people like you who break promises don't want one of my people. So you don't have to keep him alive."

Isn't that right, Noel? and I'm going to ask for your consent. Barbus was satisfied with many of the answers he had asked for.

(... here it is. My waiting, something as intense as a head hazy. Hehe, I don't see burning stones. A little too intense, but just a gift from heaven!

I can't predict what the last thing I'm going to wait for, but I don't think I'm just going to get bored. Barbus thought so, still experiencing painful abdominal pain.

"Yes, we need to introduce ourselves properly, right? My name is Noel Vossheit. Isn't that a nice name?

"Noel, huh? That's a good name. Uh, my name is Barbus Baugh. Um, this is, uh, it's nice to meet you."

Barbus made his first salute to the new Lord. With unfamiliar salutations and terrible behavior.

Noel, who saw it, laughed with a belly that you were astonishingly poorly saluted. The laughter echoed in the cave, but unlike earlier, Barbus did not find it particularly offensive.