The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

I received a request for a merchant escort to the [Demonic Steel City Holker Bum], but I still didn't make my way to that meeting point.

I need to get ready to travel because I'm leaving the city.

I still have the pot dish, but first it's food.

Open your jacket to the left and right and head to the central market while riding a popobum with purple armor exposed.

Black cat (Rollo) stretched his tentacles from his neck as he sat on the back of Popobum's head to Popobum's face and under his neck, rubbing them with the tip of his tentacles, blocking his eyes, and playing pranks.

"Lolo, stop it because it's dangerous"

"Nnh, nya"

When Black Cat (Lolo) can pull in his tentacles, he still does a little bit of superior disobedience and looks up at me from an upside down perspective.

I think I'm gonna flip... but I'm not gonna give you anything if I turn my pretty gaze. Shh.

After a while, we arrived at the central market. Here, as always, is the crucible of race.

I descend from Popobum and trace the outdoor shop as I pull the reins.

Then you see a free-market-like outlet with carpets directly on the ground, not an outdoor store.

I got a little interested, so I approached it.

There are tons of flat ceramic bottles on top like Persian carpets.

Is this a small water drain?

Behind the carpet sat a tiger beast man with a turban wrapped around his head.

Atmospherically this beastman shopkeeper blows a whistle and a snake is about to dance out of the mouth of a ceramic bottle.

"There you are. It's a bottle made of fujiku."

"Hey, let me take a look"

"Oops, we lose the Gormoch merchants' assortment, but I still carry the kettle here, go buy it"

Without blowing a whistle or anything, the owner of the Tiger Beast Man (Lazelle) has been happy and energetic in recommending the product.

I can produce water, and if these ceramic containers are on hand, what could be convenient? Affordable, and I guess I'll buy it.

Eventually, I bought up all the flat pots.

Stack it up and put it in the item box.

"Yes, I'm in the Fujik Federation, I'm looking at you, thank you, Purple Knight."

The tiger beast man merchant talks with tears in his eyes and is happy to catch a hairy blocked cheek with a full grin.

"No, then"

I smile too and then walk away.

I'll go over there next.

At the end of my gaze I recently saw my favorite dewstores.

A simple shop with a curtain.

But a hidden famous restaurant serving delicious pot dishes.

Also order more than one pan dish, keep more stock.

What shall we buy later?

Again, classic bread.

Head to the place where the bakery also has various ingredients for sale.

The bakeries here don't have many types of bread lined up on the shelves. Lined with black bread that looks as strong as it was made of rye. There was some brown round bread, but they all look the same solid bread.

If I slice it even if it's strong, I'll buy it because it looks like it can be used for sandwiches.

Afterwards, buy pork chunks like powder-based spices, cheese, and raw ham that you have seen, as well as beef chunks (lunga). I might use it for cooking someday.

Mushrooms and fresh vegetables, I guess.

I moved to the store next door and also bought vegetables similar to lettuce and paprika, which were packed in one large bag with meat. Finally, save that large bag inside the item box.

Can the ingredients be like this?

The contents of the accessories and dorsals that can be worn on the chest belt were checked again.

Sturdy little gold box with magic bottles, magic bags with fine living funds, everyday leather clothes, leather cloths and various potions. The wooden toothbrush fits in the chest belt.

These items may have been newly re-bought along with the backrest.

Nevertheless...... this rock shaped magic bottle is a good product.

Kuna said it was made from ore that can only be produced from labyrinth cities.

Perfect for preserving water and blood, so I'd say it's a must have for my journey.

Open and close the lid of the magic bottle and return it to the dorsal fold.

Oh, I had to get some soap too, I've run out of guzza grass already.

Soap is a luxury product.

I didn't put it in Babon's shop, and the one where the soap seems to be sold... why don't you go to the neighborhood where the nobles who haven't been much?

He rode into Popobum and headed off the central market at a rate of concurrent walks (walks) to the street where the nobles lived.

After a while, the people walking along the street become better.

Aristocrats, merchants' associates.

The ground being stomped on with Popobum's heavy-looking feet has also turned into a path where objects like mosaic paintings with unprecedented scale tiles are laid down.

The shade is also based on white, so it is overflowing with luxury.

There are more shops along the street.

It has a gorgeous decorative advertising sign.

[Grocery store in Shuharrell]

“The only person who has a direct contract with thirty high-ranking artisans is Shuharrel. We guarantee quality."

[Keira Hosselai's occupier. Destiny God Ashler's Guide]

“You can't beat Madame Kazane. Prices are the cheapest in South Mahaheim”

[Magic Gold Fine Shop Jill]

♪ The rings are all around the heavens ♪

“Nominated accessories are on display at the Oseberian Prize for the Arts 589”

This is Ginza if you go to Japan, or Eighth Avenue if you go to Paris. Did I just say that?

Popobum was parked in front of Shuharrell's grocery store, which had a lot of customers in and out as the luxury stores lined up.

They don't even get fined for parking on the street.

I get off the popobum, step on the beautiful tile ground and approach the store, push the door, which is a glass window, and go inside the store.

A good smell occupies the brain from the nostrils. The smell of incense overflowed the store.

Don't do it, this store, because it smells like cleanliness.

Let's start the search.

As the goods displayed were named grocery stores, many clothes, cloths, accessories, etc., were sold.

Oh, I also have a pocket-sized brush that looks fancy.

Let's buy this for the cat too.

I took a brush in my hand.

I will look at the other shelves as well.

Heh, really, there's a lot going on.

He also sold smell bags from hair clasp fittings, ointments made from sap to protect his skin, etcetera shaped sticks, small whips, wooden sticks like grandchildren's hands, leather strings, fragrances and scents, fragrances and incense bags.

It smells good.

The black cat (Lolo) on his shoulder seems to be concerned about the smell. I'm knocking my nose out.

"Lolo, you're going to have to make a big deal out of this. Oh, yeah, this is what I'm going to buy."

"Nng Ng."

Reply only with throat voice.

Well, it would feel 'I know'.

Take your grandson's handy wooden sticks and leather strings and look for soap.

There was soap, soap.

Lady-like aristocratic women and samurai were identified in the soap store.

Apparently this aristocratic woman also buys soap.

She seems to have a code of conduct.

There was a small purse pocket hanging from your wife's chest.

The lady is taking one soap and putting it on the muff the samurai holds.

Sure, the purse hanging from that neck, in the Middle Ages, you said Borsa.

I don't know what it's like here - but with that in mind, I tried to get the soap in my hand, too.

Soap is just a huge tofu-sized thing.

There are only two colors: green and white.

If you want to buy it anyway, you can buy it for adults.

I'll take every crate containing about ten that were under the shelf to the reception.

"Welcome. - Well, so much. Thank you. Wooden bars, leather strings, five large copper coins, one silver coin with a brush, ten soaps and ten silver coins."

Five large copper coins with sticks and leather strings, silver coins with a brush?

Well, there's solid wood like an oak tree, and the hardware is silver metal, and the handles are smooth. It's luxurious.

The figure of the craftsman who made this with care comes to my attention.

But just brushes and soap, silver coins.

Could it be more expensive than a night at a luxury inn?

"Silver coins."

I accidentally said a word bossy, I said it.

Send silver coins and gold for the price out of the item box.

"Yes, indeed. Now that we're in service, we're going to attach three of the most popular pieces in Thermal Country called" mermaid skins. "

Ha, good service, mermaid? Skin?

"A mermaid..."

"Yes, it looks like the skin of a monster named Rhinodyle, originally by the water that only appears in the Thermalian region."

Good for you. Monsters. Namely rhino or crocodile?

When I said Thermalia, I remembered talking about eating mermaids, so for a moment, I thought it was the raw skin of a beautiful mermaid.

"Would you like to keep it like this?

"Oh, yeah. You can keep doing this."

That said, I'm going to put a box with cloth and soap inside the item box.

The brush was placed in one of the pockets of the chest belt.

The clerk's woman is surprised to see the box wrapped up in the item box, her eyes glowing and her mouth opening gently.

I wonder if this clerk, some lady, also did a beautiful job of hiding her naturally open mouth with her hands. Elegant from the movement.

"Bye."

Leaving the store with such an aristocratic clerk on his ass, he rides into Popobum.

Then. Let's get out of the box... and let's keep the Dark Dragon King's pale eyes out.

Dark Dragon King's Ethereal Eye with this surface twitching and feeling good.

Keep it in the pockets of numerous chest belts worn diagonally from the shoulders.

In my spare time, I want to try out what this pale-eyed magic will look like.

They are less powerful than the ice magic of the Dragon Demon Stone, a pale gem, in the stone skull area of the Demon Spear Wand......

After you've checked your luggage, you start getting into Popobum.

Cross the Gate Bridge, the castle gate of Heka Trail, from Boulevard.

Then proceed to the port of passage through the new city, where there are many floaters outside the walls.

Something bothered me at that time.

As always, there were signs of him following me from behind.

For once, proceed with the Demon Spear Wand on your shoulders, worrying about your back.

The movement of the magic vegetables behind you is an exquisite movement that never leaves.

Same guy who's tailing me the other day... that's hands-on.

But if you're willing to follow me away from the city, it's convenient.

It can be seen as "clear” if there are fewer people….

I cared about the back of that... but in the end, I got to the harbor without anything.

The view here is not much different from when I first got here.

From the ship, when the luggage is carried by pulley, a large gangway (tarap) stretches out of the ship and people descend into the land of Heka Trail.

I run all those ships, I'm sure it's a massive shipping chamber.

Well, we need to find a bunch of carriages, not ships...

Surely the request was marked with a "horse and sword crest in green and black flag colors”.

- There were various merchant squad flags in the wind here.

Yellow tiger shaped marks, symbols in the shape of spades on red and white flags, white flags with green lines diagonally, green turtle shaped marks, ivory star symbols, maiden symbols bordered by grease….

Many of the merchants were also seen as adventurers.

Whoa, there it is.

There are two front carriages and three carriages.

The flag on the carriage shows "horses and swords in green and black”.

Many adventurers are around.

Here alone, there seems to be a dozen of them.

The wagons are packed one after the other.

Fruits and vegetables also appear to have precious metals. What is seen as a fine piece of gold and silver reflects the light of day. Other mineral-like objects appeared to be listed as important.

Minerals, gold, vegetables, fruit? That's fragmented......

Several wooden barrels are also transported to the front carriage.

Slowly approaching Popobum while touring such a stuffing task and waiting in a place where a group of adventurers are gathered, dozens of minutes.

Soon, there was no sign of what seemed to be behind the trail that was tracking me.

Instead, adventurers wearing black coats and dark brown hoods appear pompous who supposedly receive the same request.

It's a little suspicious... but we're in a line of adventurers waiting together, so maybe a normal adventurer.

At a time when the adventurers are assembling, a merchant-like man wearing a turban from a front carriage shows his face.

When the merchant checks on the adventurers, he comes out of the carriage and opens his mouth.

"... I am Tajiki of the Luxor Chamber of Commerce. I'm the one entrusted with this cargo transport. Dear requested adventurers. Thank you for this escort. Leadership and other decisions should be made by adventurers. We will follow your instructions, so..."

His name is Tajiki. It had a creepy tone.

In a large turban, he wears a qualitative brown bullion system with integrated upper and lower parts.

Seems to prioritize ease of movement.

Ma, it's a journey, so I guess it's clothes with ease of movement in mind.

Only that big turban is luxurious, a turban that seems to be stuck inside something.

The surface with the twister is adorned with a jewel-like brooch.

If it's stuffed with sweets, candy balls...

With such a strange imagination, Tajiki, with her distinctive head, had told the man something before returning to the carriage.

And a few people move forward from a group of adventurers who were waiting.

A tall man spoke as he raised his hand to Dazhu.

"- I am Kens Lithmanen, leader of the C-rank Adventurer Clan [Dusk of Rhodelia]. There are eight other members."

Named after that, Mr. Kens wore small chain-based protective equipment over brown leather armor (soft leather). He's taller than me and wears a feather-decorated hat on his head.

He had a long sword on his hips and a round shield on his arm.

Orthodox gear.

Then a representative of a different adventurer came forward.

"My place is the D-Rank Adventurer Clan [Fadhik's Fang]. There are five members. His name is Liese Dossetti."

The man named Reese holds a spear.

He wears blue leather armor that seems easy to move.

"… I am a B-rank Adventurer, Fran, Individual Participation"

An adventurer named Fran.

That's what I said as I took off the hood on my black coat and exposed my face.

The surroundings were a little annoyed by the way it looked and what I talked about.

Highly ranked, it seems that women's personal adventurers are rare.

A woman. More than that, what, that...

Strange objects stopped on the shoulders of the female adventurer who named her Fran.

Translucent eagle-like creatures all over your body?

Rather than translucent, it emits only a fluorescent color.

Mm, no, my magic eye reveals a slight emission of fluorescence, but without the magic eye, it's transparent. There are moments when you know something exists there due to light refraction, but a level of transparency that you wouldn't know if you weren't watching.

... Are you like a demon or a beast demon?

"... Gomez Dron, leader of the C-rank Adventurer Clan [Fist of the God of War]. There are four other members, including me."

Staring at the strange creature, the next adventurer was named.

Is he Gomez Doron?

A man with a good width whose neck is covered in thick flesh with a dimpled physique.

The thick double-fisted armrest was fitted with a thick metal rod with a tip sharpened by a triangular blade.

Is that a pile bunker? For melee use only.

Cool. Not all over the nitrous smoke and dead odor though.

Adventurers, including this Gomez, but only a few can use the magic trick, and no one seems to have the magic in their eyes.

I don't realize who is alone in the existence of a "transparent eagle” on the shoulder of a high-ranking adventurer named Fran.

"C-Rank Adventurer...... Tomas Gracerai. Individuals."

The guy named Tomas was wearing a dark brown cape and his hood was down and his face was hidden, so he couldn't confirm any gear.

"C's, personal, Rocha."

He is equally wearing a dark brown cape.

I didn't know because my face was just like Tomas's and I was wearing a headscarf.

I named everyone but me.

This request is C-rank, so I don't have to say my rank or anything all at once, but, well, everyone's saying it and I'll talk about it.

Walk one step forward and decide to name it short.

"C-Rank Adventurer, Shuya Kagari"

When I finish the conversation, Mr. Kens, the leader of [Rhodelia's Dusk], speaks out again with a gesture.

"... all, you named it. Now, high-ranking Fran, take the leader..."

"No, I'm a personal participant. You should turn to the follow up. Follow the instructions."

Raising his arms on the way Mr. Kens was talking, it was a woman adventurer with a strange eagle-like creature on her shoulder who named herself Fran who blocked words.

She has red hair, deep red texture. The eyes are colored.

Both cheeks have little sobacus pompous.

The equipment I am wearing is covered with a black coat, so I can't confirm it, but I could see a two-handed sword pattern from my back.

A mysterious, overly beautiful adventurer?

He's wearing a chest belt just like me.

I guess I have a two-handed sword coupled to the back side of my belt.

Magic manipulation by magic fighting is also smooth. B-rank is not Dada.

The translucent eagle on the left shoulder of such a woman adventurer stands still motionless.

"Okay. So next I would like to decide from a high ranked C-rank, do you have any opinions?

Everybody stay quiet.

"Silence sees it as affirmation. Now, I, Kens Lithmanen, the leader of [Rhodelia's Dusk], would like to take charge of this request for escort. - Ladies and gentlemen, may I?

To be a leader on purpose is a special victory.

The name Lithmanen, I feel like I was in an old football player.

"It's Reese from [Fadhik's Fang]. No objections."

"It's an individual Tomas. Good."

"It's Fran I just said no to. Of course, I agree."

"It's the Gomez of [Fist of the God of War]. We don't mind either."

"It's Rocca. Individual participation, but agree"

"Uh, it's an individual shuya. Agreed."

Together, I voted in favour.

"Okay. Then we are in charge of the lead. Individuals are free to make their own decisions and defend their position of choice in the form of [Phadyk's Fang] rear guard on the middle guard and [God of War's Fist]. Well, let's get going."

"" Oops. ""

It's absurd, but everybody, it's about time you convinced yourself.

I was raising my voice for a loud reply.

The Adventurer Clan of the Great Zone [Dusk of Rhodelia] quickly begins to take the lead.

Leader, Kens Lithmanen, was speaking to the owner of the front carriage in which the merchants rode.

And when he raises his prestigious voice, the leader, Mr. Kens, raises his arms and starts leading the way.

Following the front carriage in which the merchant rides, the horse hisses and the carriage advances.

The adventurers were solidifying around to surround those carriages.

Numerous horses and warcraft move.

The footsteps of the hooves create a heavy bass.

Most of the vehicles used by the adventurers were horses, but there were also those on warcraft.

That's four people, including me.

A pair wearing a dark brown robe jacket.

His names are Rocca and Tomas.

Personal participation, but maybe they know each other because they are dinosaur-shaped warcraft with matching thick two-legs.

These two don't exchange a word, but it was called clothing and a good warcraft, and there were many similarities.

The other is Fran, a high-ranking adventurer.

Riding is a warcraft similar to Popobum.

Puvo, sounds just like a legal spiral.

But if you look closely, you'll see that the colors and shapes are a little different from the popobum I ride.

The pedigree seems to be the same.

The translucent eagle, which remained on the left shoulder of Fran riding such a warcraft, flew away and seemed to disappear for a moment, but when he gazed, he flew at low altitude directly next to Fran and was following him.

The members of the clan entrusted with leading the way will go at a good rate.

It looks like we can get speed around here because the streets are maintained.

Protected by a multitude of adventurers, a team of merchants continue down the street with their earthquakes out.

I looked back.

The walls of the high fortress are small. It's far away.

- If you leave, [Heka Trail, a fortified city].

- If you leave, Quiche.

- If you leave, rocket tits. The transparent smile was impressive.

Plus, all the Red Tigers, tit receptionists, Marquis Chardonnay, Rubia, Cecily from Griffon Squad.

They were all good beauties.

Their smiles have been saved in the synaptic circuit of the hippocampus.

Also, it would be nice to see you somewhere.

Day one passes with that in mind.

The caravan proceeded west down the street until nightfall, and when the sun was completely down, the lead stopped.

Tall Mr Kens, who is the leader, raises one arm. That casual trick really looks like the captain who leads us, cool.

I want to do that trick. And when I think about it, Mr. Kens runs his horse to the rear where we are.

"Stop, keep it up, rest here. You are free to decide on each clan and individual watch. We're leaving tomorrow morning."

That's a lot of outrage.

Everyone is free to do as they were told.

However, gathering around the carriage and the front carriage to rest seemed to be the rule for this request for escort.

Minutes, I'm new to escort.

I don't know, so I followed the atmosphere on the spot.

Clans gather together in clans, and boisterous solo groups spend time together around camp fires among themselves.

But, guys, all the time, I've been silent.

So I'll be lonely.

A hundred and eighty degree attitude differs from that of the other member of the request received….

I watched the members remain silent.

Fran, a red-haired man, eats a biscuit-like object in his mouth with caution, without holding his two-handed sword apart on his shoulder.

Time passes silently for a while.

The adventurer in charge of the watch was finally asleep.

Then, after midnight, the movement......

Fran, who was near the smoking fire source, walks away from the campsite.

What is it? I left the spot, too, thinking, and went back to where I was parked Popobum.

"Lolo, hide a little. Leave a message here."

"Ng, ha."

The black cat (Lolo), who had already slept round in the back of the popobum's head, raised his head as he liked and rang, slapping his tail gently and circling.

I hear Black Cat (Lolo) is sleepy already.

Do you want to go after Fran?

Though I thought it was bad for Fran the red-haired woman, I shittily went back from where Popobum was sleeping to where he was camping and followed Fran's back.

Activate.

I saw Fran the female adventurer's back.

As she checks her surroundings, she turns her head slightly and walks cautiously.

It was quite far from where the camp was put up.

Where the tall grass of nobody's back thrived, when he stops, he also checks his surroundings with care.

No way, pee?

I don't realize if my skills outweigh Fran's sign detection.

The permanent skills of go perfectly with the skills of Hyde.

Darkness is my home. But I feel like a bad pervert.

Hmm, not in the mood. In fact, you're a pervert... thinking about that doesn't matter... oh, good, she's moving her arms.

Pee, it wasn't.

A little shame?... That's all for perverted thinking.

Does Fran write down letters on small pieces of paper?

In addition, he had rounded the piece of paper he had written into small pieces, then opened the lid of the cartridge on the leg of the strange eagle that was clumped together on his shoulder, put the piece of paper inside the cartridge and closed the lid of the cartridge.

Is it an eagle for contact?

As she stroked the clear eagle's head, the queer eagle had a sweet voice.

The fluorescent eagle spreads its wings and flies away into the night sky.

That red-haired woman named Fran, she works with adventurers in other jobs?

Is your job a spy or a dark guild?

Could it be the guy who was following me?

Fran returned from the grass after dropping off the eagle.

You wanna show yourself at the right time and ask what you were doing?

Do you want to ignore me and continue with the request?

Even if I talk to you here, I think I'm gonna rip Syrah off.

- I made up my mind.

Let's see how it goes. It's only day one.

I move gently.

I was back where Popobum and Lolo were so they wouldn't notice.

No one but Fran is an adventurer and behaves suspiciously.

Well, of course...

It's supposed to be the guard's job to protect merchants.

Maybe I care too much around you.

I saw Popobum's face.

Disarm.

Popobum had cleverly folded his legs and rested.

When I go back, he lifts his neck up more and stares at me with his little eyes.

"Did I wake you? Never mind, rest."

"Bubbo."

Time passes searching for an easy posture across such a low profile popobum. Again, Walrus is the easiest. I turned my arms behind my back and turned my head upwards.

Eggplant like blue. A bright white shelving cloud flows.

Clear night skies, clearer skies during the day, still, the night is better.

- The stars are beautiful.

The stars colour the campus of eggplant blue.

Does the fact that we are still going around the stars in this way mean that somewhere in this universe there may be a solar system and an Earth that is a third planet?

No, you're not. At first, at the first reincarnation, it would be different because different dimensions, different universes, that kind of thing were displayed.

Can inflation, cosmic background radiation, dark matter amounts and expansion speeds vary?

I guess all the Higgs particles that were said to be God's particles from the sea of unknown elementary particles are different too.

Are there also unknown cosmic organisms, more civilized intellectual life forms than this one, that would have a relationship with the gods or would be on a satellite planet orbiting the same habitable zone?

Ha, I follow, I look at it with a global idea.

Too beautiful night sky......

I've been reincarnated, I'm growing up, but given this vast universe, it's tiny. The world is wide.

I looked up at the night sky and thought about the infinitely expanding universe, but I kept watching my surroundings.

If I was touring such thoughts, the sleeping black cat (lolo) would wake up.

Sleep tight. I'm on my hip.

Lovely one.

I will stop the futile reflection of the night sky and groom from head to tail to enjoy the furrows of that lolo.

I stretched out my obsidian hair with a special brush.

Are you happy, honking the throat of a sloppy, sweet sauce?

Enjoy the lovely black cat (lolo) nadenade.

Oh, so I take out my grandson's hand and leather strings that I bought for Black Cat (Lolo).

Make something that is this.

It's a pitagoratic, kid-friendly work show nose song... tied at the tip of a tree stick, simple cat-like, it's done!

As a cat-type robot put magical future tools out of a four-dimensional bag, I held your handmade cat potatoes up to the moon.

Immediately, the black cat (Rollo) swells up his face and reacts to the string swaying at the tip of the stick.

All right - let's play like a handmade cat.

"Nnnnnn."

The black cat (Lolo), who rang in his throat, went after the tip of the string.

Ha, Funny, Black Cat (Lolo), when he catches a leather string, bites the string and puts a cat kick on the string with his back leg.

Oh - the string breaks.

As soon as I pulled the leather string, the string was hooked and cleaved by my nails.

But this will make you a new cat.

"Ha, lol"

"Ha, ha, ha"

I move my cat around like a circle when I'm in shape.

The black cat (Lolo) chased his eye-cat around chasing his tail with a quick limb movement.

I am moving with the physical abilities of Lucival the Light Devil and the Vampire system, so it is not normal for a black cat (Lolo) to follow this movement, but because he turned the cat chatter hundreds of times too fast, the black cat (Lolo) turned his eyes and walked out in a weird direction.

This makes me black butter like it is in a fairy tale.

"Sorry."

"Nyah."

Once the speed is slowed, the black cat jumps on the string (lolo).

Recovery hayah. The leather string was quickly not a string, but a bunch of fiber......

When you take your hand off the cat, the black cat (Lolo) also bites the stick of the tree and puts a pussy kick in his mouth.

And you were satisfied with the kick, and you carried a wooden stick on my lap with your mouth.

The black cat (Lolo) is in front of me, and when he holds his legs together like a doll, he stares me in the eye with his crushed red eyes.

A reminder?

"Do you still want to play?

"Nyah, nya"

He wants to play.

Thus, the fog thickens, but everything passes a playful night with the black cat (Lolo).

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

Morning sun. There is still milky fog, but several striped lights illuminate the streets to pay for the fog. It was a bright reflection of the street ahead.

Wind also occurs and the fog is divided by the flow of air.

Wonderful sight in the morning mixed with light and mist.

It was fantastic and beautiful. Comfortable crosswinds also blow.

It would be the wind flowing from those with the Haim River.

I feel vibrant staying in a long, idle pension with a great view and taking a deep breath with nature...... feels good. I hope it's always a morning like this.

In such a good mood, the adventurers, including me, arrived early in the morning to finish breakfast and set off.

I run popobum in the form of a tail from the rearmost of the caravan.

It's still noon. The sunlight is dazzling. Midday time zone.

The voices of the adventurers who were in charge of leading the way echoed as a group of highly irregular ash rocks scattered through the terrain to the left and right.

It's a scream.