Underground Doctor

Vista Island clinic at noon.

Watra was sitting at her desk all around her nose singing and doing her research.

With chestnut-coloured poorly clustered habitual hairs tucked back, the beast ears move to make you feel like you're having some fun or something.

The white coat also wears something that fits the back length and feels like a change of heart.

"Hey, Watra"

With that said, Carl comes into the clinic.

Today, it looks like we haven't been to the labyrinth yet.

I'm not equipped with the usual silver breastplate, gloves, etc.

He wears blue trousers on black short sleeves.

The slightly dull orange hair is slightly bedridden.

I'm jumping right on top of my dog's ear.

Watra sees it and thinks he cares.

"Carl, what? Hey, I'm busy."

With that said, blush your cheeks and turn away.

I'm glad, but I can't be honest, and I say so.

"Oh, my God, people came to deliver letters from the Empire because of you."

With that said, Carl flickers a letter in his hand.

"I'm here! Let me see it."

That's what I said, Watra approaching Karl.

Carl laughs invincibly and sends a letter to the height at which Watra would not have reached him.

Watra is 152 cm tall and Carl is 173 cm tall.

Watra reaching out desperately for it.

When he sees it, Carl will be pleased.

"Hey! Give me the letter now! Why, I have it where it's going to arrive and not!

"Pfft, you shouldn't because the watra is small. If you regret it, take it."

Carl laughing fun.

Angry with it, Watra tries to fly and grab it, but it cuts off the sky.

It feels like jumping is supposed to be a little bit higher.

It was Carl who watched as he laughed at Watra jumping over and over again, but every time Watra's chest jumped, he rocked Po Yan.

Below the white coat is frilled with a cream coloured cutouts.

Because it fits the body, the line is highlighted where it is out.

Carl follows it with his eyes, so that he is not taken by the letter as he gazes at the chest of the pimply bouncing wattler.

You suck! You're such a scumbag!

Did you notice that Watra shudders her body with a smugness and rolls out a powerful punch in Carl's stomach while turning her face bright red?

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?

With that said, I spin two and a half times out of the open door and stop hitting the tree upside down.

"Shut up, you wanker! What a treat! I'll make sure you don't do that again!

Breathing with his shoulders, Watra, bright red as a boiled daddy, is tearing up his eyes.

The beaten Carl turned his eyes, not even moving with Pickle.

Watra picks up the letter that fell at her feet, then closes the door with a baton.

"What the fuck! Really!"

With that said, inflate your cheeks and go back to your desk to see what's inside.

Anyway, I thought it would be a piece of paper to complete the contract, but the contents were different.

"Huh? Why don't you know! Are these guys stupid!

He wants me to explain what was written there because there are so many things I don't know about Watra's paper.

And then there was Daniela's accession.

I'm putting out a plan to make Research Facility 1 on this island of Vista.

The investment is Daniela's pocket money.

And the Empire is joining us, so they're doing something about it.

Watra said, "You know what? No! It feels like," but this is something I have to do, so I can't do it without it.

"Me, it's a pain in the ass...... I don't want to go...... If you try to get to the Empire... it'll take more than a month! Meanwhile... to Carl..."

That's what I said, cut the word.

I'm anxious and I can't help it.

That I can't see Carl in the meantime.

As was the case earlier, I can feel most relieved when I'm on the side.

It was because I knew Watra best.

"Let's talk to Mr. Dark..."

That's what Watra says, he gets up from his desk and walks down.

When I went outside, I didn't see Carl.

I thought Watra might be angry because he hit me, so I wonder if he escaped.

At a time like this, I want you to talk to me and I want you to be alone in my heart.

With a loud sigh, Watra heads to Dark's house.

On the way there, those who came in from outside the island were currently creating the interior of the Adventurer's Guild.

Finally, the village that Dark pays for has been on track as well.

Accommodations are also beginning to be built.

Looking at such a landscape, Watra gets to the biggest house and knocks on the door.

Then the door opens.

"Yes, oh? Isn't that Mr. Watra? What's wrong with you?

"Uh, Mr. Dulk. I need to talk to you."

Dulk enters the house with a look like, "What's wrong?"

Because I didn't think it was a stand-up project.

Watra, passed to the reception room, sits on the couch and sips the tea served.

"So, what happened?

"Well, actually, I got a letter asking me to wear it to the Empire once."

"Hmm, I see... In the meantime, we need to get one of Mr. Watra's replacement therapists from Falgrid."

"Yeah, but the..."

"You don't want to go"

That's what Dulk tells Mouthwatering Watra.

Then, Watra nods kokun.

I wouldn't put it in my mouth, but I could imagine why Watla didn't want to go either.

No, most of the residents on this island knew how Watra felt.

This was due to the stifling momentum of the tist.

For this reason, Carl, who was intoxicated, would be in irrational full bocco.

Watra, the savior who came to this island of Vista.

The language seems like a boy, but in the aftermath of the Tisto's booze seat, Watra has become popular on this island due to his cute and great transformation.

If that's what you care about Carl, you can hit him a little.

And only the person of the day and Watra didn't know that.

Dulk, after a little thought,

"That's right. Has Mr. Watla ever been to the Empire?

"Huh? I've never been."

"Really...... That city is very large. Besides, I don't hear any good rumors."

Dulk puts his hand on his chin like he's in trouble and then spins the next word.

"I'm a little anxious to make you go alone (...). 'Cause he's a loved one in my village."

Dulk who somehow emphasises and says the place of one.

Besides, Watra's ear reacts with a piqun.

"Why don't they put someone on the escort? There are many brilliant adventurers on this island."

"Uh, but there's a labyrinth exploration cycle..."

"I also have the Falgrid I received the other day in my territory. Don't worry, I can replenish the adventurer."

Nice smile, I say that to Watra.

In short, he tells Carl to go away and come.

Watra brightens the look she sees.

"Uh, okay?

"Yes, because Mr. Watra is a loved one"

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Dulk!

That said, after smiling and bowing his head, Watla leaves Dark's house.

I'm a little skipped, don't go in there and smile and drop it off.

"Well, is this where the problem comes from? How do you get Mr. Carl out as an escort...... Shall I also tell Mr. Bud...... No, Mr. Tisto would be nice here."

That said, Dulk leaves the house behind too.

Go under the resting artist at the inn.

From there, the story proceeds with a ton of clapping.

With the same look of fun, Tisto sets up an operation with a look as if he had even found a new toy.

Naturally, Carl will be elected.

When Bud came into the conversation, the moment he said a sensible word about others, the tist was irritated.

I was going to plunge that depression into this operation.

And that night.

Every time a familiar evening feast had begun.

Everyone drinks happily ever after.

Watra gets tired of the way it is.

Because the worst pattern of hangovers happens the next day.

Especially when the artists get involved, I really think it's troublesome.

In that case, Dalk slaps Watra on the shoulder.

"Mr. Watra, you should report it to all of you. We're just getting together."

"Huh? Ah, yes"

A little anxious Watra gets up.

Dulk also stands beside it.

"Gentlemen, listen up. I have one report for you."

When Dulk says so, he stops drinking at the same time as those gathered at the banquet and sees Dulk.

And they baton touch Watra.

"Uh, I'm talking about the paper I gave you... and I have to go explain it to the Empire."

Watra says that to everyone.

Then the Seekers said, "Seriously! Watra!! What are we going to do with our treatment!."

In contrast, Dulk continues the conversation with an explanation.

"So, I think it's a little dangerous to let Mr. Watra go to the Empire alone."

"One of us is in danger of that fucking empire," he murmurs, as if everyone would match that word.

It is a complete farce.

"It would be detrimental to us for Mr. Watra to leave this island of Vista for a long time. Mr. Watra is our savior on this island."

That being said, the tist stands up here and says:

"If you want to go home early, you'd better get on the airship in Spica. Carl, you have to go."

"Huh? Why me?"

"If you're a member of the [Pale Holy Beast] community, your face won't work."

"Then even an artist can go."

"You're an idiot...... If I left Bud and you on this island of Vista, he would've swallowed it every day."

"... it's hard not to say back"

The artist poked me in pain, and there was no sound.

No, the action so far tells the story.

I don't have a choice.

"And do you know that Carl's medicine can't be done without Watra?

"Ahhh!?

"You... really... I'm sober while Watra's away. Don't you understand?

"What the hell!

Put your hands on your cheeks and distort your expression.

If I never follow this, I'll accumulate a lot of things.

"But hey, Watra doesn't like going with me, does she?

There is no reason to know the words, other than the Watras at the banquet, especially the men who supposedly say, "I'll kill you, you fucking dog."

Slightly curly at the sight of the killer.

When she sees Watra with a look like help, Watra blushes her cheeks and turns to her face.

Why!? Why are you pointing that way there! Something like that makes Carl tearful.

Tisto felt a rush for Watra's attitude.

"Well... if Carl is going to say so, be, it's fine..."

As a toy, Watra says with that look pointed at her.

Most men cum on such deluded watras.

These occasional tricks are indescribably destructive.

Carl thought there was a help boat out there, and he said he would definitely follow him, nodding again and again, and he thought, "It's a sobriety avoidance, I did it."

Carl goes all the way to Watra, puts his hand on his shoulder, then says.

"Long journey! Nice to meet you, Watra."

"Ah......, yeah. Hey, nice to meet you, Carl..."

When Carl turns his uncontrolled smile, Watra leans down.

for not wanting to be seen a bright red face.

At this moment, the men are determined to be full bogged down today.

The next day, with the worst wake of hangover, severe pain runs from all over Carl's body.

Carl, who was discovered by Watra, was embraced with a knee pillow of soft watra, even though he did, and thought he was a little happy.

Once Carl cheeked, it goes without saying that the chops flew in with Watra's screams.