Wolf Barrel 5.56

I wanted to go back to the hotel right now and get dressed, but decided to finish the redemption first.

"Whoa, there you are."

It was the beard clerk who took care of me the other day who welcomed me like a sushi shop general.

But the other day I said something 'arson the beard', but there was no bare gesture of anger about it, and he welcomed me very normally.

His name is Mr. Bacchus.

He looks middle-aged, but somehow, he was someone who couldn't feel the calm that came out with age at all. The hair is blush and the shirt is yo-yo. The beard is also stretched because it is troublesome to shave.

The sloppy personality is on the table, he was such an ozzi.

"Then please"

"Aye."

Exchange short words and present your ID card.

If you use this place, you have to prove that you are an adventurer in this way.

Confirmation is completed in seconds of the.

"Yes, OK. By the way, aren't you with your partner today?

"No, I'm alone, though.... Who are you talking about, buddy?

"It's Lucca, it's important to you"

"Important?"

"Stupid. You were flirting yesterday."

Mr Bacchus tells us to tear it up.

The moment the word flirtatious appeared, I had goosebumps on my arm.

What am I mistaken for, you rare middle-aged man?

I mean, maybe.

"Maybe I blew 'looks like a good combination' or something into Mr. Stella -"

"Of course it's me, though?

For a moment, my facial expressions hung.

"Why did you say that!

"Oui, what are you so suddenly angry about - oh, let's see"

Mr. Bacchus gives a mean look, as he realizes something.

"What is it"

"Now you, Stella, you're after me."

"Hmm!?

"Whoa, a drawing star. Even so, I fell in love with another difficult woman."

"No."

"But I know, I know - the feeling. Upper balls of the famous elf species with a stiff guard, and a high so-called sister. Huh! It's a man's romance."

"So tell me about me."

"But you've done something wrong. All right, well, to apologize, I'll tell you the size of Stella's ass and milk. It's better to have specific numbers, 'Nani', right?

- Kill.

I managed to indulge in reason with my right hand, which reflexively summoned Beretta.

I can't go out with him anymore.

What's so sad about it that I have to go along with such a middle-aged bastard story?

I put a pile of Rabbit Claw's ears on the counter with all my strength.

The thick glass that is partitioning the receiver port due to the impact shakes vividly.

And I stood up to block the conversation.

"Buy it!

"It's okay, because it's a good place. Just hang out."

"Buy it!

"You really want to know, don't you? What size pulp is stuffed under that tight suit"

"... I'll tell Stella everything I've seen and heard here."

"That's all the buying."

As soon as Mr. Stella's name was given, Mr. Bacchus received the package and pulled it into the back.

You bearded bastard.

In the future, I made a note in my heart to give Stella's name when she was about to be made fun of.

The Rabbit Claw buyout price is 2,000 luv for items in good condition. They were in pretty good shape this time, and they bought it all off for 2,000 luvs.

A total of 84000 luv. The magic drug consumed (10,000 rubs) was replenished on the spot, so it eventually became 74,000 rubs.

It's the highest ever.

But I'm not going to do the same thing tomorrow.

It's a desolation that I could have done because I had the expectation that I might be able to grow up, and I don't hunt marathons like this every day.

Prolonged hunting is dangerous.

That also means that as time goes on, the focus stops and the attention becomes more distracted. As a result, it's easier to have accidents. In fact, there were several hysterical occasions.

It would be safer and more efficient to hunt animals that are somewhat dangerous but have a higher buyout than to hunt cheap animals in bulk if possible.

"You, if you have enough arms to hunt together, shouldn't you be after a monster worth more?

And Mr. Bacchus seemed to agree with me.

Among the monsters I could hunt nearby, I decided to be taught about a monster called The Rock boar in the North Forest.

Not for free, of course. The information fee is 4,000 luv.

I didn't hesitate to repeat the question more thoroughly than I paid for it.

And I'm going to write that ecology, precautions, dismantling procedures, and so on into my notebook. I'm sorry about Rabbit Claw's two dances anymore.

Around the time the notebook turned black about six pages, I was finally satisfied, leaving Mr. Bacchus, who was gutted with questioning attacks, out of the guild.

I was able to make fun of him for revenge, and his chest was a little refreshed.

Rock boar.

8,000 luvs a head is tomorrow's prey.