Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

How oh! and there was a man who rocked the ground and suddenly reacted to the dragon that appeared.

The old man shows his signs completely blocked. Then he left to the other side, where even the dragon's acute sense of smell was unaware, and disappeared from anyone's eyes - no, it had been seen from polar parts -.

Gaston.

That gray-haired old man, called the immortal man, emitted a floating word, as usual, intending to hold the wings of a dragon first......

"Kakaku, my -..."

When I approached that point, the Burning Dragon (Heat Dragon) over level 100 disappeared somewhere faster than it appeared.

Everyone saw Gaston only for a moment, and lost to the impact of a vanished dragon, and in the end without anyone remembering... the show disappeared.

This is where I think it comes from, what he knows is gone on the battlefield.

I wonder where the hell the battle to get past the corpses of your fellow men and just pursue the necks of your enemies has disappeared.

It was a few days ago, he paid a lot of money, and Gaston invited a certain girl to the mansion.

He has chestnut hair and a special power to predict the future. I hear he was forbidden to make predictions to outsiders until recently under the name of Hakua, who belongs to the Diamond Corps.

If there was someone who could predict the future, would there be anything you'd like to hear?

In his case, I asked him something very unusual.

- Me, when are you gonna die?

Perhaps whoever hears it will tilt his neck at the inquiry.

It's not like I have a suicide wish. I don't even have terminal illness. I just wanted to know. I went through thousands of battles and wondered when the end would come to this life.

"The ancient labyrinth you will be waiting for will be a dead place for you"

To the word, the old man opened his eyes.

Funny story, but I could tell the end was near and Gaston's body rolled.

Well, then, I was delighted to decorate the end (finale) of my long life.

The face turns to that of the glittering battlefield, beating bread and knees and getting up. With that leg, he joined the offensive team to the third tier, where everyone was reluctant to participate.

- That's why... Hey, isn't this crazy?

I wonder why he exhales a heavy sigh.

Is it because the elf manipulated the stone spirits in front of him and made a large stone cauldron? Or is it because the boy throws in flattened dough and smells delicious from it?

This also smells so good that it rings "gu" to the belly that it hasn't even diminished.

Good until I found just the right hall and turned it into a resting area. Warriors, you should be fit at all times.

But.........................

"Why are you cooking in the ancient labyrinth, asshole!!

"Ugh, I'm surprised ah!

Standing up with the fury, the boy with that ridiculous name, Kazhiho, is Bibi-kun! and tremble the spine.

Mostly what, how come no one gets stuck? Cook with soothing, some of them line up with plates. If it's his crew, let's still forgive him. But even the Diamond Squad Dark Elves are mixed up a little... a lot weird, isn't it?

The boy has turned his sorry face as he adjusted the baking additions and subtractions with the rod-shaped ones.

"Yeah, excuse me. I don't think so, because I've decided to make pizza today."

"Hmm? What did you decide to do? Guys shut up and eat for the army. It's been a long time since we were born, right?

A few fires (salamanders) stare at me from among the stone cauldrons if I'm concerned about the noise. When you get your eyes patted like those sesame grains, you're going to be uprooted to angry temper.

More than that, I can't help but worry about the boy smiling happily.

"Yeah, I thought it was amazing how easy the pizza cauldron I admired could be. The grains and vanilla in the Alirai country are superior, so maybe a good pizza to use... maybe oil for example..."

Oh, I look sleepy and talk to Bella Bella, you gacha.

More or less, you want to complain more, but a brunette cuts a great mensch from behind saying, "Don't interrupt me, bald guy". To be honest, my lower abdomen is not as cool as it sounds.

Funny, this guy who didn't even give in to Zarish's kid...

I can't even think about it. The number of defeated enemies of this old man, Gaston, exceeds 10,000. But perhaps this woman instinctively intuited that there were several different digits.

"Oh, I think it's time. Then let's take it out."

"Yay. Oh, I'm already hungry!

The awesome smell of freshly baked wrinkles.

When the circular pizza dough is painted with red tomato sauce, the bacon and plenty of cheese cook reasonably well, and the aroma is giving puffy bubbles......

To the smell of standing up. "Ahhh," the elves screamed, handing them out to the plates they had prepared. Gaston also managed to swallow the overflowing spit and was able to pull in complaints because of it.

"Ah, Mr. Gaston"

I was called off by a boy who was cutting things apart that were a crusty pizza.

I wasn't expecting anything, but, well, I had no choice but to be polite. I don't have a plate, but let's just say I can stand the heat and eat it.

"I'm sorry, it's noisy. Never mind, eat military food."

If you look at the look on that face, you can see very well that there is no offense.

But at this moment, he definitely hated Kazhiho. Yeah, he thought he'd kill, etc.

At the same time, however, the old man suffers with his fingers on deep wrinkles.

Could this be the death place for me? No, that can't be it, I'm supposed to have a gorgeous end waiting for me.

So ununung distressed, he cuts the seal on military food.

Bites, bites, clay smells. I should have loved this before.

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What is this, and the dim room was frozen?

The operator who operates the terminal, and the conductor, as well as his men, often suspect their own eyes.

One of them, the man in command of the squad, also had frozen eyes but intensely upset inside.

That scorching dragon made a run for it? In seconds, too?

He also looked like he was bowing his head because of his mind, but I wonder what the hell that was now.

Though I thought it was a mistake of some kind and gave assault instructions to a wandering dragon not tied to the floor -.

"No, you can't. No response whatsoever!

"Is this a conveyance of intent? Information-sharing? No way, they're rejecting it from the Dragon Nation's network itself!?

To the voices of the screaming surgeons, the man conceals his agitation but conceals it.

Something's wrong. I had the same feeling in the previous layer, but I don't feel that there is a mix of beings beyond my assumptions.

What bothers me is the flirtatious and defenseless approaching boy. And that old man who instantly completely blocked the signs...

At that time, one of the operators raised his voice.

Unlike earlier, however, it is a mixed voice of hope.

"I was there, there were other wandering demons. He who manipulates Necromancer magic and unites the dead - he is the Immortal King (Rich)!

Drop the giant sickle on your shoulder and the Epilepsy and Blood Shizuku. The Immortal King (Rich) drips.

Blistering robes in the wind, the skull is engraved with a crest that allows immediate magic to unfold. With the obliteration command coming from the center in his chest, he dived into the ground.

Bring the untold dead.