The Peerless Kobold (WN)

When reform moderates and conservative moderates are secretly integrated at the initiative of Chancellor Theodore's daughter Eliza, persuading obsidian elves dissatisfied with the status quo to persevere and strive not to join reform extremists like Gregor and others...

The Kobolts, who returned to their settlement in the Stile River Basin, also seemed to be quite busy.

"Ahhh, Guarwow... (ahhh, the fields are getting rough...)"

Cobolt Smith crawls on all fours and is dented in front of a field of green yellow beans and red potatoes at the corner of the settlement's central square.

"Wow, Gurrao? Garvern, gurua, oa, uru.

(Smith, what do we do? Keep it up and the boss will piss you off) "

"Uh-huh."

Dropping ear cobolts roaring with small, handmade tools hanging on his hips look over the field.

Fortunately, the smell of the Kobolts stained the land had driven away small animals, and the wooden fence surrounding the settlement built by Smiths had inhibited more than medium-sized animals, so beast damage had been done less.

There is also the effect of their boss's earthly attribute magic “blessing of the earth," which is likely to be manageable if they still work hard to take care of it.

"Waooa, vaoooo guavor oluang!

(In the meantime, pull out the weeds and the broken crops!) "

"Wong ~ (Whoa ~)"

"Luoa! (Pull it out!)"

Cobolts of silent drooling ears engage in farming.

If successful, green yellow beans sprinkled at the end of June are scheduled to be harvested at the end of September and red potatoes planted at the same time are scheduled to be harvested around the end of October-November a month later.

"Woah on, viol qual woah woah woah!

(If you work hard, you can eat anything but dust in the winter!) "

"Wow."

In winter, the animals in the Easteria Forest become inactive as well, thus also retracing the chance of meeting the hunting prey. Worst of all, the savvy "dull" picked up in the autumn season is the staple food... if there are red potatoes under cultivation, the situation will change.

This red potato can be stored at room temperature while soiled, and can last for about 3-6 months during the autumn/winter season. With that in mind, Joseph, a cat farmer, had recommended growing red potatoes.

Well, if I could harvest it properly...

A short distance away from the sweaty Smiths in farming, it's time to gather the so-called Kobolt Papies, who are six months old and have been able to walk bipedally, and the long-skinned Kobolt gives Kaoru pottery.

"Gao, grrr! Waluguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

(Look, you guys! A dude who confronts his opponent properly is stupid!!) "

"" "Warn, Galoo! (Yes, Shit!

The Cobolts of several children reply in a vigorous voice.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Gu, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu.

(No matter how strong he is, he's brittle! But I'm not saying that workouts are pointless.) "

The power cages in Blazer's words, and the pappies listen to him with their glittering eyes.

"Grugwolva, wolgawo on garvoraa!!

(Build yourself up and stay in the best shape yet don't choose the means!) "

(((ginger, kake-kake!)))

And as warriors again, the slightly strange Kobolts will grow.

"Wah, wah, guruuuuuuuuuuuu!!

(Ok! Then let's get our arms up!!) "

Taking over after him, the knuckles of the drooling ear cobolt will speak to the children to work on teaching them basic training aimed at building strength…

After a brief look at the situation, Blazer turned her gaze to the south side of the forest.

(... I wonder how your heads are doing by now)

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"Kluaa, kuang ao ♪ (Burn, fox fire)"

After digging holes and placing stones around to prevent overburn, throwing dead trees, dead leaves, and normal leaves into it, I ask my sister to drop the fox fire.

(Well, it's my turn next...)

Concentrate your consciousness with your hands on the smoke-producing incineration and converge your magic with wind attributes to your palms.

"Wow, wow!" Wind, carry it!

Send the rising smoke onto the wind magically generated airflow to the roots of trees about 60 m away. Once we get there, nature and smoke will later rise to the sky, smoking the Goldenby nest along the way.

"Vaa, vaa - ♪ (Honey, honey - ♪)"

"Guavu...... Quauruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(Dagger... tail stands out, keep moving) "

"Woon, gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

(Yeah, well, if they find us, we have to run.) "

My sister, shaking left and right with a golden Moffmoff fox tail, was stuck by two giant cobolts.

"Uh-oh, cuh-oh."

Thus, everyone who added a white magnetic elf daughter to the four lay down on the grass, looking away from the smoke-ridden bees... for the moment of paying them out of the nest.

After a while, when I saw it fit, I slowly took a kneeling position, reached out my left hand on my back and grabbed the mechanical bow baroque and stood up.

In order to include training and repeat it over and over again, without precipitation, remove a single arrow from the barrel at the waist and watch it in natural motion, pointing the arrow to the root of the hive that is stuck to the branch of the tree about 60 m away.

"Grrrrrr!!" Aim and shoot!!

Humph.

By imparting wind magic, an arrow, somewhat dampened by the effects of air resistance, proceeded to cut the wind and was sucked into the Goldenby's nest to drop it to the ground for its purpose.

"Brilliant, will you strike me down from this distance… Archer's name is not Dade"

"Woul......" Occasionality...... ""

While listening to Stia's rhetoric, I wait temperantly for the bees to give up and leave flying around the fallen nest.