Wolf Barrel 5.56

I had Mr. Saito treat me to dinner. [M]

I'm him...

Saito, who knows more about my nostalgia, said, "Are you staying with us today?" He made me an offer, "but there was something about the wages, and I just thought it was bad to sweeten it to your liking that much, and I was discouraged.

After smiling goodbye to Saito, I walk through the city at night.

The wet air at night mixes with my bloated stomach and makes me feel very happy.

Eventually, I arrived at Fountain Square. This is where we reveal the night.

I'll take a nap on the bench and hunt a rock boar first thing tomorrow morning. Rabbit claw is fine if you can't. And earn the lodging, and repack the compartment.

I have a gun. I don't care if I have this.

Morning magic consumption also feels almost recovered after only half a day. That's the title.

There's nothing in the way of tomorrow's behavior.

10pm.

There were few people in Fountain Square and they were surrounded by late-night park-like silence.

But there seemed to be a client.

"Whoa, is your brother waiting for the carriage?

A man sitting on the bench next to me spoke to me. Next to him is a large back sac (backpack). I guess he's traveling.

"No, I'm not."

"What's the difference? So you're not staying?

"Uh, yes, it is."

It's empty, I just couldn't say.

The person who spoke to me was a traveler waiting for the first station carriage in the morning.

This station carriage is like a 'bus' connecting town to town, and it seems to be moving from the station set up in town to the next station in town.

It's a popular way of getting around in this world, and they split it it with "normal carriage" if you're going to relax, or "express carriage" if you're going in a hurry.

I didn't know there was an "express" in the carriage.

They also have specialist carriages for long-distance travel.

How do you not even know that? and the traveler laughed.

I really do. I know too much about the common sense and knowledge of this world.

I can't get my head around that much because I devote most of my life to eating and sleeping, and working out.

But you can't stay sweet on this excuse forever.

The inability to read or write letters is not something you can leave alone.

We must make more efforts to familiarize ourselves with the life of this world than we have decided to live in it.

With that in mind, a rare customer showed up here.

I made my beautiful clothes look like a worn rag, and one boy walked in fluttered.

I recognize that face. On a face like a chihuahua, redhead hair. He's a sovacious bastard like he anthropomorphized a fucking busy indoor dog.

That was one of the bad nobles I threw into the carriage this morning.

The traveler next door was gnawed. That would be the case, too.

The right half of his face was badly swollen and his skin lifted to cover his right eye. She left it even longer, and her skin was reddish and discolored.

(... so don't say it)

That's all I threatened, and then, after that, I guess I did evil again with no punishment.

And even the rough guy must have caught me and made me bump.

No treatment.

I sighed inside and decided to ignore it.

But as for the aristocrats, when they looked at me, they opened their eyes and ran over like they had been bounced. And with the blood accumulated in his mouth, he spewed out the words.

"Oh, you, help my brother!

The wolf in me smelled the blood and lifted his neck.