The Peerless Kobold (WN)

The tent is available in two tenses for four, one with a big body Axe and a long skinny blazer, and me and Dagger (sister) and Lancer decided to use the other.

Inside the tent is illuminated by the light of Cantera, which was pre-lit. The oil is... smelly nathane, would it be a sale to the village of Lucua if we made oil of vegetable origin even in the settlements?

"Excuse me, I brought dinner"

"Gah." Ah. "

A light-black skin knight, Glenn, plugs a tray of meals through the entrance to the tent. Behind it were two squire refraining with the same thing.

The prey that Glenn hung on his hips is a common two-handed songknife sham seal in desert countries. Note that a single-handed song knife is called a simulator.

(It's a nostalgic weapon... but it's rare that someone from the Middle East is a knight on this side of the country, has he converted?)

So I gently shake my head to the left and right.

(I can't help but stick my neck in people's situations. I just got a little homesick...... I don't even know how long it's been since then but maybe I should go back to my hometown)

"What's wrong, Lord Archer?

"GUA, GARRUO...... KURUAAN

"No, it's nothing... let's have it" "

I thought I was from the Middle East and received a tray from Glenn and gave it to a dagger sitting in the back.

"Quang, Cuan (Thanks, brother)"

He also receives a tray from his squire, who was holding back further, turns it to Lancer, and finally I take it too.

"Now if you'll excuse me. Tell me if you need anything."

To put it all that way, some knight who made himself feel the wind of his hometown left.

"Cure ~ n ♪"

If you put your gaze back, your sister is swinging Moffmoff's fox tail on dry meat as soon as possible. Is it still habitual to go from meat...

And so on, I chop hard bread with my hands, dip it in bean soup, soften it up a little, and throw it in my teat.

"Cu? (Hmm?)"

My sister, who watched it, imitates me.

That exchange hasn't changed since we were toddlers.

"Cru-cure! (Even better!)"

"Ku, ku 'al on."

Looks like Lancer eats that way too.

"... I'll get in the way!

A silver-haired magnificent magician enters the tent with the words.

That hand had the same tray as ours.

Apparently, he's willing to have dinner with me, and he sits down next to me.

"Galwoah: What's up?

"Hmm, maybe my first impression sucks, so why don't we have dinner together and get along?

"... Woah oh '... do as you please'"

As I glance at her, I rethink the earlier exchange.

(Assuming Ernesta had asked you to be polite... you probably would have said no, even if there were no infections other than people in the bleeding pandemic after the second case, the risk of what if was too high)

In that case, I guess we'll end up doing everything we can.

However, even if the various elements were involved, it can only be itself that makes the decisions that seem best under the circumstances.

I would have been able to cut off some of the weak herds earlier and escape, but I pledged my cooperation without doing so and offered my vision for the consideration I had when I broke it.

(Sacrificing from the herd on that spot doesn't suit my nature...)

All life would die without exception and return to the earth, wouldn't it? If the end points are the same, the process, Raw (Yi) Kai (Zai), determines the value of all. I don't want to bend myself too much.

Besides, life isn't just a use for later life.

And is it because I'm a former mercenary that you think?

It was unknowingly stained when it was eaten down and became a mercenary.

Ernesta stares at me silently over Mithril's mask as she picks up her meal.

"... because you are more people-like than you thought, you remain guilty of your ways. There is an inseparable part of the problem. What about you?

Swallow the dried meat in your mouth while watching Ernesta look up at you with a bruised uppercut before responding.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Galuao Wolgu Guaoruan

"I'll do my best to do it. Otherwise, you'll only be careless when you're killed." "

"... you're a man, if you were a man, you'd fall in love."

For a while, she scratches her head after stopping the meal and thinking about something.

"Ugh, you're going to be unnecessarily distressed... I'll give you the weapons to give away. Our squadron is the most elite in the rear stise kingdom, so you can expect that gear, right?

"Gwongarwown: Let Me Be Trusted"

"Quaggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg? What are you talking about, boss?

"Gah, Guruao, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu.

"Oh, they have good armor for everything."

"Woang guruga kuluaon? Some spears are better than this?"

Lancer tilts his little neck and looks at Barack's forged iron spear standing up. Having struggled with a less good quality goblin spear, she tended to show restraint in her arms.

I don't think I can force my people to hang out with each other on this matter. In the first place, I'm the only one who's swapping pledges.

Based on the area, there seems to be a lot to think about...