After discussing what it was, Moo was supposed to attend both temples about twice a week.
Which I like better is the desire to let the person decide.
Earlier the next day, Moo, who had a friendly hand with Yuryl, went out to the temple of exploration.
Thor and Sola are relaxing and resting at home.
That said, I'm off to the wilderness again next week, so I can't be that lazy.
Waking up only a little later than usual, Thor was waving his sword bare in the garden of the house.
Swing the blade down into the shadow of the monster floating in front of you as you breathe in the bottom of your belly.
Step in and swing yet another way.
Even with about one thumb in between deviations, the power of slaughter changes dramatically.
But when it comes to fighting in action, it's often not getting closer than you think.
It's something that Dadan taught me so many times to step in with so much each other's breath.
So, when the blade finally reaches the target.
Flip your knees and ankles and move to slip on the ground.
It's a small movement, a gait that draws a lot of power.
Move around in a sultry and narrow garden, even return the blade and slash it.
Floating behind Thor's brain is a scene where he once defeated the evil spirit of red water in the river plains of the bloodshed.
Dozens of slaughter attempts are made to cut off the water, and the workout is carried out in silence to make it your own whenever possible.
No matter how much you train your body, if you think of it as < restore >, it will return to its original state.
But the memories I cultivated continue to linger.
As he engraves into the depths of his soul, Thor remembers his movements.
The body finish is arguably the best right now.
But if you accumulate a memory of drilling there, it should be the best.
Protecting is not a good word to say with half-baked determination.
Twenty-five years ago, Thor was taught what it meant by risking his life for childhood tampering.
And during the great outbreak nine years ago, the feeling of repentance for failing to protect the young girl is still deeply ingrained in the Tor.
To remember his bitter memory, Thor just kept waving his sword quietly.
I continue my archery all morning and finally catch a breath on the noon bell.
A delicious smell pours into Thor's nasal cavity remembering a moderate hunger.
When I left for the kitchen, Sola was just finishing up her lunch.
Looks like a dish today in a bread rewarmed with camad with thinly sliced smoked pork and chopped cabbage.
This smell is mixed with the aroma of sweet and sour sauce, which gives me a fierce appetite.
"Yes, yes, this is the last time."
Sola gave a troubled look to the cats clutching at her feet as she removed the apron.
And then he pounds and throws away the pieces of meat that were left on the slab.
The two, who were lovingly honking, immediately jumped and began to chew.
"Sounds like a treat. Will you behave yourself to me too?"
"Oh, Tor, I could do it. Go ahead."
As we finished the meal and the two of us sat back in the bench relaxing, the cats approached us yawning.
The striped cat, gently jumping up to the chair, clamps her throat out as she clings onto Tor's belly.
If you're a black cat, you were starting to get hairy on Sola's lap.
Like that, we spend the afternoon relaxing together.
In the evening, as Thor was waving his sword in the garden again, the Eurils returned home.
"Tocha! Did you miss Moo?
"Was school fun?
"Yeah, Mookie, they praised me just now."
"Right, right, good for you. Good day, Mr. Euril."
"Yes, I'm just here. Oh, nice smell."
"Sora was hanging out for dinner."
"Cro, Shima, were you being a good boy?
Moo, with the two of them on his shoulders who came out to pick him up, joyfully rushes into the kitchen.
The Tors naturally lowered their faces as they watched afterwards.
The next day, he heads out to crusade Slime to the river of bloodshed, which Tor, Sola and Moo alone had been asked to do.
Euril has not been accompanied this time because of errands.
It did not gush as much because of the light rain, and the half-day achievement was about one hundred and fifty.
Still, a sufficient amount of mucus was collected, so it can be said that the request was fulfilled sufficiently.
"Yeah, with all this, I'll keep it pretty good. Unless it's a throw or sell..."
"If you didn't think to see it for a while, you'd be here, Sargon"
"Yes, thanks to Mr. Thor, I was able to get a promotion. Thank you."
Welcoming the Tors at the dismantling yard behind the outpost was an official who used to take good care of them.
He's now head of the crime scene at this bloody river outpost.
"Oh, yeah, if you like, go ahead with this"
The Tea Horn youth hand over a leaf wrap with a casual grin.
"It's Ala, the blood-blown fish. Even for the cats' souvenirs."
"Hehe, I kind of miss you. Thank you, thank you."
The following day he finished his hunt for river slime in a similar way, and earlier in the week, the Tors extended their legs to the training ground.
I've been doing some archery on the young adventurer Cisan and others for a while now, but sometime there, Rolloff and his group of thunderous brothers have joined in for regular meetings.
I'll hear Sisan and the others' troubles and stupidity in between, repeating mock fights and such.
Although my earnings have finally stabilized lately, they used to live a pretty stuck life.
It's not another HR story, either, as Tor.
Most of the time, some members seem to have very little trouble.
"Look, Moo! This is awesome! In the woods, it's so lukewarm!
"Wow! You caught him so well."
"I want it! Hey, hey, hey!
My second sons, Ninilus and Moo, are worn up to give praise to Riccal, the redhead bragging about the giant calluses he took out of his basket.
Three men's gugtuff and a bowman's hink sighed face-to-face as he looked at it sideways.
One of these days the sun is going down, so we move to the wooden pavilion at Green Oak.
The banquet after this was also completely routine.
So much so that we now have dedicated seats available without booking.
"Still don't come to the wilderness?
"Yes... I think my gear and skills are up to standard, but not until Rolf has a magic trick..."
"Well, there's nothing I can do in a hurry."
"And maybe... but I don't think so."
Diargo, who keeps the shield of the Thunder Brotherhood, drinks up his barley jock and continues the conversation.
"When you get to us, it's... convenient for the carriage..."
Carriages to and from the wilderness today are difficult to book due to the limited number of cars.
If I interrupted there, I would have cared for Thor's movement.
"Oh, you're making me pay attention. Sorry."
"No, I got drunk momentum... Forget about that now."
As the booze progressed and the minors returned first, a new participant appeared on the feast.
He is a deacon bearing a great shield and a twin of the Cuiyu clan.
Looks like I just got back from the wilderness, and I can see intense fatigue in its eyes.
"Good day, Mr. Thor"
"... now I'm out of my way"
"... Has the young child fallen asleep yet"
"Oh, you're back. You don't have that bouncing daughter?
"The lady was home first. A lot of things."
"Well, that seemed like a lot. Will you let me know more?"
Nodded Godan tilted the jock before starting to talk about the whole adventure.