To Deprive a Deprived Person

"No. Shit."

Taran, a werewolf walking on a field road, blurs. Looking around, those who have likewise completed today's farming are returning, colluding with their companions.

"What is it?

Now even though I'm not interested, Narmo the tiger asks. Because if you don't listen here, you will hear Taran's blur in the end. its narmo, but unlike the others it is not on foot. Previously, the reward for finding the mineral vein straddles the fire-blown lizard I received from Yu. As Taran strokes his head, the fire-blowing lizard chills out his tongue in a pleasant manner.

"That's it, that's it"

"I don't know that."

He's a skeleton knight.

"I don't care if they call me a skeleton knight. Is that the normal one? Or is it rusty? Could it be copper? Wrong doesn't mean black, does it?

"Idiot! I guess it's ordinarily decided!! You know what I'm saying!!

Narmo laughs happily when she finds out. Taran turns back in dissatisfaction with "Damn......"

"So back to the Skeleton Knight story, I didn't know you'd ever been reduced."

"Oh, that one? You've been messed up."

"You weren't even hands or feet. Hey!

"Isn't that right? I didn't think the undead would use 'fighting'."

These were the Narmos who had challenged the Skeleton Knights in interpersonal training and were able to beat them, but Yu, who was watching it, said, "Is it time to do it without a handful? I said." From then on it is a tragic word. Those who have so far accumulated victory against the Skeleton Knight will continue to lose the other way. But only the beasts, and the demons, and some of the corrupt, and the demons, were different. Skeleton knights and even the best rusty and copper-colored skeleton knights win without a clue.

"The baptism of the C-rank Adventurer seems to be the first battle with a Rank 5 demon. Apart from Nina and the others, I thought I was stronger than the C-rank Adventurer."

"Even if I say rank six, the Skeleton Knight seems to be critical, right? Even the same rank is pinky. Plus, strength varies from person to person, from race to race."

"I don't know! What do you look so great, you're so good at selling and receiving kings!

"Waha. You got it."

"Shit. Fuck you."

"Don't be mad at me like that. Let's go to Grandma Mori's."

"Whoa. That's good!

Grandma Mori is the owner of a candy store. Taran loves the mushroom sticks he sells at this candy store.

It was Taran walking in ridicule on the road, but something bothered me. Narmo is better off than before. I had felt like I was appealing to my bracelets, rings, etc. with a flicker from earlier on so that I could show it to myself too.

"Ah?"

"So I'm talking about the canteen."

Taran, distracted by Narmo's identity, had almost listened to Narmo in the midst of the sky.

"Oh, cantankerous. Are you talking about the map?

"Other than that, I guess."

"Well surely the map of Canton is awesome. It's a mass battle in the woods, and I didn't expect it to change that much without a map."

"You know what? The merchants of the people are asking the canteens to bow their heads and sell their maps."

"Ha!? What the hell."

"That's all it's worth. Maybe you and this brother are amazing, too, huh?

"Stop."

When it comes to my brother, Taran gets grumpy as soon as possible. That would be the case, too. Even though Taran's brother is an animal man, he can't even farm at all hunting - no, he can't, he's not willing to. Every day, he was an unusual man looking all over the sky. Had it not been for the nameless kingdom, I would have died of lip service by now.

"Well, listen. I'm carrying the merchants on the Magic Boat, right? So you talk to merchants a lot. So, the merchant told me that the king asked me to buy unusual books and tools. So, apparently, you and this brother have something to do with it."

Sure, my brother here these days went outside with weird tools, and he's been reading and fishing for books at home, Taran recalls. That impassioned brother couldn't read a letter, but he bowed his head to the people called teachers and asked them to teach him, until he realized he could read a book.

"So?"

You've become interested in Narmo's story, Taran urges you to continue.

"Whatever the king asked the merchant for was the weather - books about the climate, the stars in the sky, the tools to look into it."

"What do you want me to do with that?

"I don't even know. But I paid a lot of money until I bought it from a merchant, and I said it was inaccurate, and I let the corrupt and demonic people rebuild it. I'm sure the king is wonderful.

Look, you can't even do that, but there was this weird demonic kid who was painting all over the ground with tree branches, right? He bought that kid some ingredient that the king painted on paper, and now he's painting something really good. "

Taran secretly excites his own brother as to whether he has a peculiar talent that people don't understand. Instead of the beasts around, Taran has always cared about his brother, who sometimes even got his family in the way. I thought my brother would die of wild drowning if he stayed like this.

"Was the king saying something?

It was Taran asking blurry, but it was really intriguing.

"I don't know about Sabah... you said"

"Why does the fish matter!

"I don't know. If you care, ask the king. How about this?

I guess I've always wanted to brag about it and couldn't help it. Taran won't listen, so he shows off the precious metal that Narmo is wearing, which he can't stand anymore.

"What are you gonna do with that for farming?"

"Okay? The king rewarded me for finding the coal mine."

"Haaaa!? Oh, my God, that! You know, you found a mineral vein before, and you just got a lizard!

"I'm not a lizard. Fire-blown lizard."

When Narmo says so, he strokes to scratch the head of the fire-blown great lizard.

"Besides, I asked you out, didn't I? But I can't hunt deer in the woods because you're the one who said no."

"Gu......"

I remember that time, and Taran roars.

"Don't get on with it. Even I'll find the labyrinth the king is looking for one day!

"Heh. Look at this more than that, huh?

Narmo taps his shoulder pat gently with both hands. The shoulder pat somehow had something like a metal handle on it.

"Huh. What kind of weird shoulder is that?"

"Is this it? I don't know."

Niyally and meaningfully, Narmo grins, he whistles his fingers. Then one giant bird descends on both shoulders of Narmo, along with the roar of "excitement quack" from the sky.

"WOW ahhh!? What the hell!!

"Wahahahaha! What do you say? You'd be surprised! This is the main reward, Wind Eagle!!

Will the Wind Eagle have a wing length of about three meters? Over six meters if paired with both wings and body.

"So, watch this."

Wind Eagle jumps up into the sky grabbing Narmo's shoulder when Narmo honks his finger whistle twice: "Pu, Pu, Pu."

"Uh-huh!?

"What do you say? Fine!

Narmo, looking down at Taran from the sky, smiles with skill.

"Nice...... nice...... I'm flying too."

Sweetness in the nameless kingdom at present - the only place where you can buy sweets is the store of the Mori woman, who is entrusted with the candy store by Yu. Inevitably, the children of the nameless kingdom gather at the store of the Mori woman.

"Uh, it's Narmo and Taran"

"Really. What are you doing here?

"What about every odd thing?

The children who notice Narmo and the others come together in a rare way. By the way, Wind Eagle, Narmo's submissive, wings the sky with pleasure, and the fire-blowing great lizard is surrounded and stroked around by children. Sometimes, the children rejoice loudly when they thrill their tongues and little fires out of their mouths.

"Narmo's fine, I guess I'm Mr. Taran."

"What's that? Heh heh."

"Taran is Taran."

"Uh, let it go, let it go! Look, scatter!

When Taran threatens to "ha-ha," the children run away with pleasure as they scatter the spider child.

"What are you doing?

Just in case.

Narmo asks wonderfully to Taran, who cracks his nose. Did you feel relieved after checking the smell around you? Taran lines up the kids to buy candy.

I don't make the same mistake. Taran was a prudent man.

"This is good, right?

"Am I?"

A werewolf boy lined up in front of Taran shows off the batch he put on his chest.

"This isn't silver!? Why would a kid like you have one!

"Hehe. Fifty stamps for your attention."

It was a bitter measure.

The fact that Impica saved a hundred stamps and went to visit Yu's castle instantly spread to the children. Impica told me if it was still happening like a dream there. Then the kids started working harder than ever to help, saying that they were the next ones to go. Yu is also busy. You can't deal with all the kids. So I devised a silver accessory that can be exchanged for fifty stamps. Let the boys call it the Animal Series and the Girls the Flower Series. This becomes a big hit among the kids.

"Mine is a wolf from the Grapevine series."

The shaping of the batch was a real wolf face that I didn't think was very child-friendly.

(Gu...... Isn't that cool?)

"And look at this."

When the werewolf boy removes the batch from his clothes, he shows the back to Taran. There it was stamped number No. 0.

"Only the sweetest one, the king will make it. Because of the next one - Kuru no Otona makes it. So this is rare."

"Mine is a flower series."

"I'm a bear."

"I'll take Lew, please."

Back to back with the cackling and uplifting children, Taran couldn't help but be jealous.

"If I save those stamps and them, too, can I have them?

"" No, you can't. ""

"Why?"

"Kids are the only help stamps."

"Yes, yes. Otona can't do that."

"What the hell is that! Even adults can save for help stamps and stuff! Oh, the king is sweet for a kid."

Can't you give up when the kids tell you no? Taran squeaks like an infidel rotten.

"Okay?

A werewolf boy makes the batch look like Taran again. A batch of wolves made of sparkling silver glares in Taran's eyes. I guess the batch of silver will dull and come in good shades over time from now on. Just imagine that, and Taran can't wait to have a batch.

"Nice...... Damn."

"It's you... Don't be jealous of kids."

A frightened narmo embarrasses Taran.

"I don't care what you say, I want what I want. Kings are too sweet with kids."

What are you talking about?

It was Mori, the beast man, who showed up from the back of the candy store. There are little kids flocking around like catching bugs.

"Don't be jealous of the kids forever, still eat this"

"I got a kiko stick... what the hell is this?

"It's a wasabi cake. The king has asked me to let all the kids taste it and ask me what I think."

"I guess you can really eat this? Something's pulling like a slime. Whoa! You must be kidding me!!

He was a taran wary of the seemingly slimy look, but he gets excited and makes his nose rough to see his favorite mushrooms hang on.

"Shut up and eat!!

Mori woman slaps Taran's head complaining about Gucci. "I don't know..." Taran said, throwing one wasabi cake into his mouth with a claw twig.

"Mmm... limp, hot, sweet... this is quite... no, it's delicious! Mori, this is delicious!!

Watching Taran eat a wasabi cake that looks delicious, he also starts eating Narmo. Surprised by the unusual texture, but realizing it, they both quickly complete their wasabi cakes.

"Mori, give me more of this."

"I told you I was tasting."

"I'll pay for it."

"No, you can't. You feed the other kids."

"What the... Eat it all up. I wish the king could make a lot more. That's what you're talking about."

"Sorry about your ass."

Taran, who was licking the mushrooms around his mouth, hardens. Slowly...... Giggly as if her body had become a stone statue, she turned to the sitting area behind the candy store in an irresistible motion and Yu was sitting there.

"O...... king!? Why!? I didn't smell it...... eh. Oh, there he is. Heh, heh. No, this is not it. Right, Narmo?

Taran asked Narmo for help.

"He said something bad about the king!

- Ruthlessly Narmo chose to stay on Yu's side rather than friendship.

"Narmo, you're not just dirty!

Taran curses Narmo for turning over in a quick move, but he doesn't have the usual energy.

"You can't go around like that!

"That's right! If Lord O'Donald forgives you, I will not forgive you!

He must have been eating wasabi cakes by Yu's side. Impica and Namari stood up with their mushrooms all around their mouths, pumping and angry.

"Ah! Impica, now you did it! You got rid of the king's smell!

Impica has the ability to freely eliminate the smell of herself and her surroundings, an inherent skill called deodorant power.

"I'm not rude."

"Fuck you waiting!!

"Beh! Not again."

Impica and Taran's chase begins. The kids who laughed and watched it were also mixed with the chase whenever they did.

"Wait!

Namari can't stand it anymore, either, or he starts chasing Taran. To Taran on the same level as the children, Yu and Lady Mori sighed loudly.