With fierce momentum, Flattorte hunted boars.
After about thirty minutes, the boar exorcism took a break. I eventually defeated over a hundred of them, including the ones who were nearby.
Exorcised boars are hoarded by the river.
This boar is considerable, aggressive, so it came more and more from the other side. So for taking it down in battle, it was efficient in a way. It's taking too long to get through the woods.
However, for the two dragons, this seems to be the main event to come.
Lycra had set up equipment for BBQ by the river quickly. It was such a big load, but it's all for this.
When the installation is complete, even with a large knife, cut the meat apart. I'm taking some precautions not to stink, but there's a lot of them anyway, so I cut them, cut them and cut them all.
Flattorte, on the other hand, was naked and silent, collecting firewood for fuel.
"Something's going around and I'm feeling better! Bake and eat boars in the woods! This is the flavor of wildness!
Naked is too much, but its intent and good!
I want to show this sight to people who said something about glamping in Japan. There is no cakera of elegance, and the ingredients are only boar meat.
"Rosalie, doesn't the boar raid seem to be around for a while?
"You got a brilliant payback, so you're okay for the time being. There doesn't seem to be a group of people approaching."
Then you don't complain about eating and cheering up.
"This size would be fine."
Lycra temporarily turns into a dragon, throws out fire and ignites.
The carpet and meat cook. White smoke goes up in a good way.
"Fat splashes! Hot!"
"You're naked, don't be impotent! Just stay away from me!
I did the meat duty mainly. The other two are going to eat fine even if they're raw.
As a matter of fact, in this face, there shouldn't be a problem because I'm not weak enough to break my stomach with a raw burn, but I don't like it psychologically. When I got food poisoning in my previous life, I suffered for a few days...
"Well, that's Blue Sky BBQ!
"" Whoa!
There is probably no sauce or anything else in this world for grilled meat, so I've been preparing salt.
Bake, put on salt, eat.
That's it.
The taste of the beast is strong, but the simple and powerful salt pushes it aside somewhat, and it's quite possible.
It feels like the original Zivier.
"Like! This is good!
"It would! Dear Azsa, eat more and more!
"This is the meal! This is what a meal should look like! They're savage and delicious!
Convincing to say naked.
But I was eating pretty much side-by-side at the start, but after enough it made quite a difference.
I'm getting tired of being even boar meat, but the other two were rather up to speed.
I cook it on a pretty huge iron plate, but still the next meat is placed on a hiccup.
I repeat baking, eating, baking, and eating as per the permanent institution.
"Good, good, good!
"Nice. I'm starting to feel alive! It cheers you up all over your body!
"Go somewhere, like table manners or human manners!
"It never tastes fancy, but such a fun meal wouldn't be!
Oh, I was impressed that dragons are dragons, after all.
"Eating is living, isn't it?"
Rosalie lines up beside me.
"I'm sorry I can't eat a rosary, but I feel like showing it off"
"No, that's okay. I never saw Lycra's sister so radiant. I saw something good. Besides, ghosts don't have an appetite, so it's not particularly hard."
If you ask me, right? If you don't need it to survive, it doesn't create a desire to eat either.
"Do you want to possess it and just eat it? Here, there's a river, maybe, because if we get in the river, we can get out of here. And since we have naked people from the beginning, we won't get wet."
"Well, why don't you give it a try if you give me permission?"
It should be noted that Rosalie's thoughts on eating were "It tastes like a beast..." You don't really care......
After that, Rosalie, who entered Flattorte, entered the river and escaped safely.
"My body was cold with water, so I ate it!
He also grabbed the meat, shaking his tits.
I'm not sure what it is, but it's convincing.
Lycra had also chewed on the beaten and meat. No carbohydrates needed. Eat only meat.
I'm getting tougher with some of the meat, but for what I'm looking at, it was as funny as Rosalie's.
And I came up with a reason to be happy with this sight.
"Me, maybe I wanted to have this sorority..."
The sorority was so cute in stores and karaoke box rooms. At least, that's what I've been through.
There are only girls, so that's not easy. I don't even need to be aware of heterosexual eyes.
But I knew there were other people's eyes...
While we were aware of each other's topics and so on, there was a move to try to mount by giving out information that we were amazing or great. There was something like a woman's fight under the water.
Not everyone else was the same company. Damn, the workplace is variable, so it wasn't supposed to line up a few straight lines, like status, or the inevitability of competing in the first place.
Still, I'm happier than I am. There are quite a few guys who appeal to me, and that's something I often felt was not available.
There is no such thing here. I'm just really roasting and eating boars. About one person, not even wearing clothes.
If we had these sororities in our livestock days, we would have had more less stress, and I guess it would have been fun.
With that in mind, Rosalie, who had gone to reconnaissance around her, came back in time.
"Mister! People are coming!
"What? Even though we have Flattorte!
"No, it's just someone I know"
As Belzebub held Varnia, he flew in.
"What are you going to do...?
"Uh, I'm roasting meat"
"I thought you should deliver this."
In Varnia's hands is the flushed Flattorte clothes!