The God has moved to another world.

Under a refreshingly sunny sky, Ambalance, God of the shining sun, lay his body on the earth.

Vinyl sheets are laid just below it, and paper plates placed nearby are served with persimmon peas.

Ambalance stretched his arms to persimmon peas, where the stars were born and perished by one of his swings without jokes.

I thought I would grab it lavishly, and throw it into my mouth with four persimmon seeds and one broken peanut in half on my palm.

I smile when I make a difficult face.

"Uh, it was perfect. Wow. This, it's hard to instantly determine the percentage of persimmon seeds and peanuts that your mouth wants at that time -. Well, about me? You think you're gonna be the supreme god? I'm not gonna take it off first.

I don't know against whom it is. While deciding on the mount, the air mount, Ambalance pours the persimmon pea in his mouth into his throat with beer.

Yes, this god was talking with things in his mouth.

Incidentally, the beer Amvalence is drinking was poured on a server he brought himself.

It's a cup from the Supreme Divine Hand, which Amvalence put in with the technology he gained from his own tour of the beer factory.

In other words, it was a hands-on gesture.

Although it seems somewhat unbalanced by the name of unbalance, the balance between the bubbles and liquids of the beer being poured seems pretty good.

Either you surprisingly practiced on the books or you had the talent to pour beer.

The facts are, of course, the former.

Amvalence seems like a charade - a decent visual, but he's actually a hard-working man for the sake of his hard work.

"Persimmon peas taste unexpectedly different depending on the manufacturer -"

Those are the red sheaths that are drinking the beer that Amvalence poured next to Amvalence.

Even at this time the work of adjusting the flow of power in the land continues, but he occasionally drinks, more nagging than usual.

"Wakaru. Come on before, when you go to Japan, go to God in Niigata. Come on. The persimmon peas served at that time were awesome - delicious. Oh, which manufacturer is this! I heard that."

"Yes, sir. Niigata is a persimmon seed, it's famous -"

"It is! I didn't know! So, in a store where the manufacturer who came out doesn't know anything about it. Something about not selling it all over the country. They told me you didn't even pick it up!

"Uh, isn't it unusual at this time? On the contrary. Isn't it the time when you can buy most of the stuff online?"

"It is! Seriously, surprise me! You bought so much, that persimmon!

"It will, won't it?"

Next to the bickering gods, Eltovael sat upright on a plastic sheet and flashed with a plate of cake on his lap.

Never get used to this situation where the Supreme God and the Land God are drinking in front of you.

Most importantly, the tree spirits are totally used to playing board games while eating cakes that Ambalance brought to them by hand.

"You are the killer!!

"Wow!

"Are you going to use that here?"

"Of water, don't be too good. No."

The mythology and almost all of it blended together, precisely around the company of the red sheath of the chaotic "Reviewed Land", was still peaceful today.

Most of all, there are more places in the world that are not peaceful.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Listen to me."

The unbalance wakes the body up, as I recall.

Eltovael felt something cold on his back.

"I told you before, alle. It's hard to figure out."

"Ale? Which one?

"See. Was it Bataluda Dide? He said it was supposed to suck near that country."

Eltovael slams supplementary information in the red sheath with a strange face around his neck.

When the Amvalence came before, the matter of Bataluda Dide, a country where the Galtic mercenaries were trying to make contact with the Agney tribe that is now being captured, came to the fore.

There is a very troublesome problem in the vicinity of that country.

One is that one of the two countries in a state like the surrogate war of the gods is trying to unseal the nasty artifact.

It's just a troublesome situation, but moving to get in the way of it was troublesome again.

It is a paper snow study headed by the Royal Magic House of Stenglaire “of paper scraps”.

With enormous combat power, I suppose it's the intention to crush it by the time it's completely skinless.

The other is the ongoing war between a country called Michelief and Borweiz.

Thought it would be settled early, but things change dramatically.

Borweitz, who seemed overwhelmingly disadvantaged, asked Metermaguito for help.

Dispatched were Shelbren Grosso, head of the Knights of Metermaguito Iron Wheels “of Steel, and two members.

It is clearly excessive force.

"Uh, uh. There you are. That's the story."

I remember, so the red sheath slapped his hand.

I only remembered it so loudly, but the red sheath, which is a miscellaneous fish god, has no particular problem because its basic memory is lost.

Instead, you can say as usual.

"So. Well, the country that wants to get the artifact is better. I wish I'd stopped sending in large troops. In a land where artifacts are sealed."

"Heh. But some people were trying to stop that, weren't they?

"Yes, yes. So it was a battle.“ of Paper Scraps "Paper Snow Sai VS Small Mobile Island & Six Combat Aircraft"

"Which one of you won?

"It's Paper Snow Sai. It's bumpy, quite unilaterally."

A mobile island is one that floats in the air, equipped with a giant magic engine.

It's like using massive barriers and boundaries to prevent attacks, and also massive attack magic combined with an aircraft carrier and a battleship where we speak on Earth that ravages enemies with mounted mobile weapons.

Most importantly, it is even more troublesome because of its size and its ability to withstand attacks from outside.

Though small, a mobile island and six combat air battleships.

As long as it's not such a big country, it can be called maximum force, which can be dispatched out of the country.

In fact, for that country, which wanted artifacts, it was a force that could be considered a tiger child.

That's not all.

He said, "It's like he's got the biggest personal power."

In the approximate country, there were one or two individuals with a strong fighting power.

In Houlika's words, "of the sound of a bell." Lili Elstra, in Skysler's words, “multiple” Pryan Blues, etc., are.

The country didn't just put in mobile islands and battleships, it even put in its personnel.

The acquisition of artifacts was putting the country on a retreat.

The red sheath that heard it raised her voice like she was impressed with "ooh" with a face that she didn't seem to know very well.

Eltovael, speaking of, has his eyes open as surprised.

"Again, is it due to the death of the Abrov peripheral climate"

"I wonder if it will. It was the last conscience of the country."

The Abrov peripheral climate was a very brilliant figure recognized by Ertvael.

Rather, it was a country without Ertvael's attention in political terms, except for the Abrov periphery.

The person who had the greatest power was a young young young man, confident and of favourable colours, who was a problematic figure in terms of women, but with considerable strength.

If you were a Pryan Blue opponent, you would have had a pretty good fight.

But for Paper Snow Sai, “Paper Crumbs”, it is also an unobstructed opponent.

"The maximum power was killed, and the Tiger Child's power was destroyed by the time it was completely skinless. I wonder if that country will be gone anymore."

"When did you actually have the fight?

"I wonder if it was two or three days ago"

I actually wanted to be on the spot and observe the situation crumbly.

Thoughtlessness boiled down to Eltovael's chest with such desire, but he pushes it all the way to death.

I wonder how much information we got from the actual crime scene, and I don't regret it.

By the way, a couple of days ago Eltovael was dating the tree spirits practicing Agney's songs and waving the baton.

Eltovael asks himself if he was supposed to have done a more slaughtered job, but shakes his head and kicks the idea out.

The discrepancies are severe, but both are equally important jobs in importance.

Probably.

"So, it's more of a war in Michelin 'Reef. I mean, you've settled on this, too, pretty much decided."

"Something definitive happened?

"The capital of Micheleef has become a burning field."

To the red sheath that lifts his neck, Amvalence says as he pours a beer replacement.

To a surprising and pompous red sheath, Amvalence shrugged her shoulders and continued.

"That's terrible, there's a way. Well, it seemed like a bad way to do it."

The Shelbrens and the Iron Wheel Knights with Vollweights said they got there and started work early.

The first thing I went to start with was a declaration of attack on Micheleef.

It's not a declaration of war, it's not a surrender recommendation.

The information was very simple.

On the 0th of October, we attack the capital directly.

Crush everything you resist, and whatever this one decides is willing to rebel.

If it remained in the capital on the date of the warning, it shall be judged that there is a will to disobey.

If you want to survive, run somewhere else and don't face it.

"The original text feels more provocative, but it was more or less like this."

The Iron Wheel Knights did not just communicate these contents.

In fact, several direct break-ins over the Michelin capital.

Speakers of small self-contained combat equipment were also used to spread them to the inhabitants of the capital.

Suddenly, the capital fell into havoc.

Above all, it surprised the inhabitants, and the nobility and army of Michelin, that it was only one horse who carried out its "propaganda campaign".

It is only natural to be surprised that not only did you get on board with the capital, which should be the safest protected, but you went home safely and even did it a few times over.

But if you know it was “of steel” Shelbren Grosso who did it, you'd rather take it for granted if you knew the name.

"So it was Lisalyse Dreaux who actually burned the capital that day."

“Baked” Lisaliese, who prefers flame-managed magic weapons, is a knight known as a belligerent among the Knights of Iron Wheels who drive the "tanks” made by Shelbren.

Particularly commonly used is the magic of "spraying a viscous energy body, which keeps burning at very high temperatures".

It is a very vicious magic designed to inhibit the movement of an opponent by intertwining it in an object while exposing it to high temperature flames.

It was possible for Lisalise to continue to use this type of magic, which required a large amount of magic for operations, for multiple, prolonged periods of time without difficulty.

Lisalyse demonstrated her abilities and transformed the capital into a burning field.

"Most of all, there was little protection for the capital at that time, and there were no residents. I ran 90% of the time. Before that, I was wondering if you were heartbroken. Look at the situation on the front line."

In order to send Shelbren and Lisalyse to the capital, there were those who were active on the front lines and made a mess of the enemy army.

It is another Iron Wheel Knights "Dragon Knight” Hurley Byrne Claudyweather who had been seconded.

The “tanks” he drives were unique means of attack, even within the Iron Wheel Knights.

It is a giant turret capable of reproducing the "braces" of various dragon species, armed as a hare.

The attack power of this tank, equipped with turrets that are difficult to handle and usually require several people to use even at a single gate, is precisely rolling.

You can see how awesome it is because it has the firepower for two aerial battleships, even though it is something only one human being deals with.

Now, in other countries' normal manoeuvres, we finally have so much manoeuvre to track.

Range ranges are poor quality because they range from 1.5 to twice the super long range cannons of battleships that a typical country has.

But the front line of the Michelin army was torn apart like a joke by the violent firepower that was wielded unilaterally.

"Well, even so, Mr. Red Sheath would be allergic."

Upon finishing a brief explanation, Ambalens saw the look on the red sheath.

He has a blurred face, a little wrinkle between his eyebrows and a half-open mouth.

Perhaps, it's getting harder to talk about, so I don't know much along the way.

Still trying to chew on the content, he looks like this.

The specs are low, but basically it can be said that serious personality is disastrous.

"Well, that's it anyway. Looks like you cleaned up a little bit over there. There's just one problem."

"Huh. Problem, is it?

"Both, the nearest international port is Bataluda Dide,"

Make it stenglea. Make it Methermagito. If we were to return to our country, we would risk going through Bataluda Dide.

Of course, you don't always use Bataluda Dide.

The deliberate use of a slightly distant international port is common.

Rather, it would be rarer to honestly use the nearest port.

"Huh. You guys are in trouble."

"Information manipulation, crisis management. Because there's a lot going on. Well, in both cases, we just recently finished? I honestly don't know if I'm going to go back to my country right away."

When Ambalance rose loosely, he suddenly dwelt.

When you make your outfit or face crisp, turn your face diagonally and have distant eyes.

"There's important work going on over there right now. I hope nothing happens..."

The red sheath stared at the unbalance of saying that with a kime face for a while.

And, as I've always noticed, slap your hands.

"Ah! Is that what flag architecture is?

"Hey! I was wondering if I could do something funny like this!

"That's just careless. Ooh! I mean, where was Taru?

"Mm-hmm! Mr. Red Sheath, I can get you a place name right away!

"Ha-ha-ha! Hey, I don't like horizontal characters."

Next to some fun laughing gods, Eltovael thought, "Seriously, would you stop?"

Of course, I don't put it in my mouth.

Eltovael is basically an angel loyal to the gods.

I just couldn't stop the headache or anything.

Looking at the fun laughing red sheath and unbalance, the tree spirits, Eltovael exhaled a deep deep sigh.

Tuck had finished dinner that day and was reading.

What I'm reading is quite an action masterpiece, well read.

The title

"GOBURIN - Protein Legend"

Thousands of years ago now.

Goblins who can read letters from the moment they get the "muscle moly gymnastics whole" supposedly written by the god of muscles, get an indomitable muscle body, create an invincible army of muscle goblins in that way, and rule half the world's goblins.

That's the story.

By the way, although quite leggy, the general flow is historical.

"Mm-hmm. I figured professional slavers would have one muscle or something"

With a serious face, Tuck squeaks.

As always, I don't know what "pro" or "~ nist" means, but I knew how important muscles are.

It's important for field work, and when hunting, it has to be.

When you transform into a goblin face, how much muscle you have is also a mothpoint.

Tuck also only cared about young Agney, hot or not.

It's just that it "cares" about Agney standards, something completely different from other people's standards.

Compared to Pryan Blue's desire to marry, for example, it could be described as a small one at a level that you wouldn't be able to discover without a magnifying glass.

Well, anyway.

Such Tuck noticed strange signs and raised his face from the book.

The super sensation characteristic of the Agney tribe is letting us know that something is approaching.

I just didn't feel dangerous then.

If it's dangerous, you have to run, but if it's not dangerous, you can leave it alone.

Tuck really followed Agney-like feelings and tried to get back into the book again, but a strange phenomenon rolled up in front of him.

Indoors, the wind starts swirling, even though the windows aren't even open.

From among them, the black colour began to stain.

In the next moment, it changed into a person's form and he grinned at Tuck.

Seeing a beautiful girl with dark hair, Kazuhiko, Tuck said, "Ooh!," he exclaimed.

"Hey, are you the one who does tricks or something?

"Uh, no. I don't know, I've got a message from Grex Rowe."

Fenghiko grinned bitterly, scratching his head.

By the way.

Inside this room, cameras and other cameras are used for surveillance, but Funghiko's appearance is not reflected in it.

Because I'm adjusting my appearance so it doesn't show.

The moves around it are what Eltovael specializes in, and Fenghiko has taken over it as well.

With this level of surveillance, it's easy to dive through and deceive.

Tuck looked strange and tilted his neck.

Who says, "Guruku?"

"Uh, I'm an elder. Fifty-one."

"Uh, uh, uh. Speaking of which, is that the name Elder?"

Tuck pounded his hand, as he was convinced.

They're always called elders, so their real names tend to be forgotten.

"Uh, as you can believe, I've been learning the euphemism"

"Admittedly!"

As Tuck rose out of his chair, he made room to move away from his desk.

"Hang in there, me, me," Fenghiko says with a somewhat determined expression.

Tuck, who made a kick and serious face, began to kick the floor with his heels rhythmically.

Along with that, Fenghiko moves his hands quickly and poses one after the other.

Tuck is on his feet, and Fenghiko is on his arms.

Each other's movements accelerate, and whenever two are synchronized, they are sublimated to one dance.

"Yikes! Phew!

Fenghiko blushes in embarrassment against Tuck, who looks like he's having fun.

Still, I started to see a smile about it getting more and more fun.

The dance reaches its climax, the coolest, and determines the pose that we would think.

Tuck had a accomplished face, and Fenghiko was slightly shuddered with heartfelt embarrassment.

This dance is like a testament of affection between the Agney, or other races, for the proof that "I know about the Agney, so I can trust you".

People who make deals with the Agney need to dance.

Mostly dangerous opponents flee the moment they tried to get close, and those who are not otherwise dangerous generally believe unconditionally, so it was almost just a formality.

So, don't you have to do something else?

And I know it's normal to think, but it's fun, so it remains a tradition all the time.

It is very, very important for the Agney people to be "naughty".

"I mean, this isn't a saying, is it? Words don't matter."

Feng Yan sighed as he told him to blur with his face turning bright red.

But what you get by pushing embarrassment is huge.

The first is that Tuck's dance was seen raw and in front of him.

Seeing something like Tuck's tap dance, a pretty boy who looked a little active, was an unmistakable reward for Fenghiko.

This alone is sure to have almost blown my work fatigue.

And the other thing is, they trusted me to keep a message from the elders.

"A message from the elders. I got away with it."

"Yes, and now I'm building a village with the other Agneys who have managed to escape."

"Murrah!? Crows and trolls with you!?

"Troll says Hanako. The crows are here, Mr. Karichi."

"Oh dear! Good, good."

Seeing Tuck look relieved, Fenghiko broke his cheek.

In the meantime, I won't be cheeky and puffy, but I'll put up with it a lot longer.

This job is important from here on out.

"So, right? I just came to let you know that I'm ready to take Mr. Tuck to the village."

"Huh?"

To the words of Fenghiko, Tuck clouded his expression.

But I'm a professional slaver.

to the words of serious tuck, but Fenghiko showed no agitation.

Because it was the answer I expected.

I've been doing some research on Tuck in advance.

Therefore, Fenghiko already had a way of dealing with this answer as well.

Dillough, who currently lives in a progressive, Agney village, and Mizuhiko, who has long been associated with the Agney and has a wavelength.

There are no gaps in Kazuhiko, who is looking to them for help.

"Eh. Actually, it's about Mr. Traver."

"Huh? Um, slaver guy?

Tuck reacted strongly to the name Traver.

I'm in a position to be your husband, so I'm worried about you in slavery.

"Actually, Mr. Traver. I want Mr. Tuck to go to the village."

"Hey, what the heck!?

Tuck looked stunned and shouted exaggerated.

A cute face, in a dramatic tone.

What Funghiko is saying is not a lie.

In fact, when Traver is alone, he blurs things like that.

It's definitely information because Pryan Blue is picking it up.

"But you didn't say that, Mr. Traver, did you?

"That's right. You didn't say that in front of Mr. Tuck."

"Then I wonder if I can go to the village. I have a job as a professional slave."

With a difficult face, Tuck put his arms together.

If it was the usual Kazuhiko, I would have just had my head on what to do here.

But only today I could afford it.

Because Deload has given Tuck a trump card that "makes me want to go to the village myself".

Fenghiko opened his mouth slowly as he made his eyes closed out.

"Mr. Tuck. Do you know the word" degree "?

"Sort of!?

I honestly had no idea what the word meant.

But a slave soul in the tuck, something like that, sounded so loud in the words.

"That's right. Degree is the estimation of the other person's mood. Alternatively, to reckon and take into account the other person. It's a super advanced skill of acting for someone before they say it."

"Hey, super advanced skills!

I don't know what it is, but it's cool.

I didn't know what the word meant 90%, but only something cool, even Tuck did.

By the way, I would like to add that it meant that I sounded cool as a professional slaver, far from the broad and common "cool".

"Didn't Mr. Traver look tired recently?

"Speaking of which,"

"That's because Tuck, who we're talking about, is being forced to manage, and he's about to balk out of stress."

"Hey, what?!?

Once again, Tuck turned into a dramatic tone.

Nor is this a lie.

Or 10% of the time.

Traver will definitely bald up if he stays like this.

The longevity of the root may not be 365 more days.

"If you're a professional slave nist, aren't you something to guess and act on? In other words, we will see how your husband feels and act."

"How about that?"

Tuck imagined what he was doing.

I don't know what it is, but I feel so slave.

"Okay! I want to go to the village!

"Okay. I'll be sure to tell you that."

Seeing Tuck raise his hand vigorously and declare, Fenghiko gasped in his heart.

For Funghiko, it can be said that this is the best part of the job.

When we get back, Mizuhiko won't praise us, and we'll eat some cake and go home.

I just thought so, and the look on Fenghiko's face loosened.

I'm not sure about Tuck either, but I look at Kazuhiko, who looks happy, and laughs at him.

Fenghiko and Tuck laughed happily for a little while.

By the way, Tuck seemed to be making a scene on his own on the security cameras.

Tuck, or Agney tribe, by and large, noisy or dancing alone, so no one in particular cared.