"Your servant is probably terrible."
"At least I thought about what I would do if I were to name it. Suspiciously, I can't accept your attitude that this one answered the question and didn't give you any information."
In the meantime, I'm putting out a cat foot table and having tea next to Dragonut rolling.
I don't know what to do with this.
"What is it, you?"
"Oh, you have guts."
"I did. What do you want me to say? Why don't you just cure the poison?
"Fine, but did it poison you?
Because all the sacred magic is cured, I can't use it, so I fish my luggage and take out the poison.
"By the way, seriously, I don't think there's any way you can get caught up in keeping people around and being suspicious, not even naming them." What is it, you? "Can I give it back?
"No, normally, you can't even roll it up, can you?
White has put in an extra cha-cha, so I can't believe it.
"You can't ride, you can't give a beast to, like, use a summoner for!
"" Psst?
It took me a while to find out because I was paralyzed, but in short, this dragonut, you were protecting the horseman, and if I was on guard because I went into the habitat of the horseman, I would pass by and watermark my shoulder.
Then what the hell? I thought so and he said he might hunt the horseman on his way home, and he was wearing it.
"So it looked like I was using white as a shield to attack from behind," he said.
"schematically so."
Actually, I was knocking him out after White went in there to kill him. Well, it's common for a long-distance job to use someone or something as a shield, but I don't feel like I can help but get misunderstood because white won't look like a shield subpoena at all, nor is it likely to look like a melee system.
Normally, the owner designates the behavior of the subpoena. White is completely abandoned.
Is that how you felt killed during the battle? It doesn't seem like a bad person or even a bad dragon Newt.
White is the cause of the fight.
"It's a bad thing Oodle rarely calls into battle!!
"I don't have time to pretend in battle."
"No lie! The only magic I can catch is watching the gap in battle!
"It's my fault."
I'm putting my back hair and tail up and I'm saying shirshirshire. White is cute too.
"Yep! There you go, Dragonut, look out for furry incremental horsemen to disperse my damage!
That's what happened.
No, it won't.
"Hey! Why do I have to look out for the beast!
"Don't speak fluently out of your mind, you. White said oh, but even though it was a misunderstanding, I also found that I was making you wary in vain, and you can go home whatever you want. Even though it was suspicious, I don't want that much from the person I wrapped it around."
The structure of the mouth can be seen at first glance to be different from that of a person. Long hands and feet, long fingers. The nails look pretty sturdy. And tails that come all the way around the knee. The impression is narrow due to the long cat back and hands and feet, even though there is a chest plate.
"There's no way you can go home! You are the one who must go home!
"Say no."
"It's already night, and we'll come back tomorrow, tomorrow!
"Pass. Maybe they won't be here for a while when I get home now."
I am ready to open the store.
White has returned, by the way, and I miss you at hand.
"Ok, then let's go find it right away! Come on!"
"No, I'll have some tea and pick some more berries"
White consumes a lot of what he picks. At the very least, I'd like to pick some more spring wood and 'blackjeweled berries'.
"No, no, because now I'm going to go out with you looking for a horseman! Let's go after Berry!
"What? You don't want me to stay here tonight?
"... Huh!
Bingo?
"All right, let's pick the berries"
Dragon Newt is awkward with me as he begins to pick 'Blackjeweled Berries' with a crossing of his nose.
"You said more or less about the horseman, but you sacrifice something else that's important."
"Because you, aren't you close to the Summoner! I apologize for the misunderstanding! Eliminate things that harm the beast that becomes a horseman, but don't bother tying the right edge!
"You're a man to such an extent that you won't reveal why you don't want him here, but can you leave the horseman to you? Hmm?
I wouldn't trust a man I met who would suddenly wind up.
"Okay! I'll talk!"
Huh? Trust!?
I felt like I was mixed up with some kind of godly favoritism effect from the residents, but that's why!? Are you all right, you dragonneut? You're not going to live your life fooled, are you?
"But if you tell other people what you're about to talk about, or harm the things that show up here, I will kill you with all my might."
"Respond"
Dragonut's pupils get thinner.
"It's a mistake to get out here......, ahhhhhhhhhh!!!
"What?
"If you think you've seen it somewhere!!!
Suddenly you scream out, Mr. Dragoneut. He's a very restless man, screaming and screaming.
Probably a man.
I'm not sure meeting Lizardman is anything but a stallion, but I wonder about Dragoneworth. Lizardman hears that it is difficult for humans to hear the difference between a man and a woman because of the stag and no chest differences, because the stag nani is also body storage like common reptiles, and the voice is also shoeshoe and leaking breath.
I accidentally glanced softly at your chest and groin, but you're dressed, Dragonut. At least I don't have breasts. I look better than a human than a Lizardman, and I feel fine judging by the low voice.
"Hey you, is the white summoner Mistiff earlier!?
"Huh? Oh, it's Mystiff, isn't it?
Me stuffed for some reason.
"Please call!
"Don't be impotent, it's only three hours before I can call you back."
I left it on call. Though they usually only call when they need to, and let them return seriously to give them time to call during battle.
"Three hours..."
"What the hell?"
Ha, sigh, then Dragonut speaks out.
"It's Misty out here."
"Yeah?"
"I'm Misty."
"Oh?"
"Hey, why are you so unresponsive!
I was waiting for the next word and they scolded me!
"It's Mystiff out here, and I know he's a white compatriot, but what's that?
"You don't know the value of Mystiff's fur!
"I know very well that white fur is the best"
I don't know what to talk about, so I hear a lot about it.
Mystiffs appear in this world only under the moonlight at night, but because of their fur, the number of victims of indiscriminate seizures is extremely low. Especially long ago, when a beautiful princess spread her name all over the continent said she would be the wife of one who laid Mystiff's fur in her bedroom, she said it was a momentum created by those who wanted the princess herself, those who wanted the king's throne, and those who imitated the beauty princess and wanted Mystiff's fur. - Just in the days when white was raging.
Of course, Mystiff's fur is currently interminably expensive.
"That's why Mystiffs are a super rare species, and my husband has asked me to take precedence over the horseman to protect them. I've never seen a white mystiff before."
Mystiffs usually appear to be brown in their entirety, chest and belly, and white or black on the tip of their tails/hands and feet.
"It's the Mystiffs who protected us from the other side who are here. It's just not very compatible to be put under my husband's shelter, and I'm halfway there."
"Who's my husband?
When it comes to DragonNewt's master, I imagine a dragon.
"I'm coming now."
"Hmm?"
When I try to listen back, a good deal of wind pressure hits me from above. It quickly subsided as he stepped on his feet to avoid being flown, lifting his arms and protecting his face from the gravel.
"You're the master of the White Mystic!
"Hmm? Mr. Dragonut (...)?"
do you have breasts and wings?
There was a golden-eyed girl with brilliant curly hair that reached her knees. It is blade equipped. I feel like it was something bigger from the wind pressure, a girl who sounds great but doesn't even seem to have my chest.
"Who's Dragon Newt! Don't you see, this mountain range is my husband Partin, Golden Dragon Partin?"
...... I don't know.
I want to say to the girl who answers with her chest stretched, that the only dragons I've seen are "meat" and "Bahamut". I don't think I should say either.
"The dragon of a person's appearance (...) I've never tried it before"
"As early as I could relate to a dragon on my own, I took a close look to make it easier to talk to him. But it's confusing, let's forgive the disrespect."
Looking at you, Dragon Newt, it seems self-contained that you have no choice but to compare yourself to what you look like.
Those eyes betray it even though it looks beautiful and adorable. It is a spilling eye that is abyssed by long lashes, but it has a hegemony to deny its appearance in the eyes that photograph this one.
That's enough to believe a girl even when she says she's a dragon.
"Nevertheless, man, meet me and speak normally."
"What? Respect me, but you want it."
"No, even though I suppress it a lot, I also keep a tight eye on the owner of the mountains here, people. I don't know what to say to myself, but I don't control it very well. No fear or fear?
"Nothing in particular, huh?
"Hmm?"
I haven't seen Dada with the gods, that's all I need. And I realized when I met Verse that the gods were suppressing much of what was supposed to be called divinity. He may still have suppressed it, but he was insanely buried. Well, I was fine because I was mostly used to it when I met Verse.
If I had been in that divine mind, I might have been somewhat awe-inspiring and kneeling the way I appeared. Danger. Danger.
And I'm currently waiting for a white re-summons time while I tea the Golden Dragon Partin to sleep. Dragoneworth, you remain on the spot, picking a wooden clam with Partin's life, watching for any impertinence to appear in Mystiff's place. They have mining, but no sampling. "Blackjewelberry" is this meeting (?) When it's over, the part I've already picked will be back, and I'll pick it again.
Mr. Dragonut, it is absolute obedience to Partin.
I felt like I was being treated pretty badly, but I was happy to follow it, so I wondered why. Every time a species named DragonNewt fulfilled Dragon's life (Mei), he said that Dragon's power would bring him closer to Dragon.
Life is life. The fact that the life-giving dragon also gives its own life means that it weakens itself unless it replenishes its power, so it doesn't give life so easily, and it's unusual for DragonNewt to be given life (mesh) even if he wants a scorching power in the dragon.
Long ago, Dragon Newt was said to be a dragon and demon, or a race mixed with human beings and blood, and he strongly held a yearning close to worshipping the dragon and a desire to throw away mixed blood and return himself to the dragon.... I read in a book around here, is this one of the ways to regress that dragon?
"If I keep going like this, my dream is going to come true with about two more peels," said Dragonut, glad I didn't know the look on his face, but gladly from his voice. The facial structure is different, so unless you take such a big reaction, you can't read the small facial changes.
By the way, the next peel is forty years after nothing, I'm feeling long......
"Are those whites and them really Mystiffs?
"He said it in person, Dragonut, and you say so, and you must be Mystiff, right? I don't know because I've never seen a mystiff other than white."
"Well, then you don't talk much when you see him. If it's a subpoena, I'm sure it'll be fine."
Partin twitching.
also seems fussy, but it is a poor dragon with a dilemma that is highly metallic and doesn't come to the side because it has a sense of not having a very good influence on spiritual beasts.
"You've already spoiled the past, there's one Mystiff, and you can't go back to the Spirit World when the book of the night dawns"
Partin to shun. Apparently this is why I can't protect Mystiff by inviting him to sleep.
To the south of the mountain range where Partin is always found, the Baron side has few trees and a prominent rock skin. Instead, they say they are rich in mineral resources, strong dragons and powerful spirits with attributes influence their attributes to the climate and terrain.
"What happened to that mystiff who couldn't go back?
"The mystiff has made me promise to protect the other mystiffs, and I'm going around the world to see if the mystiffs are still somewhere. He was a strong individual."
They say it's a black mystiff. I'd like to take a look.
EXCLUSIVE STORY After listening to my favorite Partin, behaving like a dish after talking about the title effect of [the feeder], and having a little bit of the dragon ore divided to sleep in thanks to it, I move to Mystiff's habitat because of the resumption time that has come.
Partin's intention to stay in the habitat for a very long time for the aforementioned reasons and not wanting to ruin the environment was deliberately shifting. By the way, Partin back in the dragon grabbed me and carried me as I was.
"Oh, is it time?
Dragon Newt, you notice this way and you come by.
"Oh, I can call it in now"
It would be time for Mystiffs to leave too, only to set the sun and leave faintly orange clouds already along the horizon.
As we gather their gaze, we invoke white.
"What, it's not a fight"
This is the best way to open it. I wonder why I've become so belligerent.
"White, let me introduce you. It's a Golden Dragon Partin."
In the meantime, introduce Partin with glittering eyes nailed to his mundane tail.
"I'm white. Did the Golden Dragon decide to be a horseman? Flashy."
Partin and Dragonut, I thought I heard you solidify.