Tor, finally getting used to the wind noise passing his ears, awoke quietly.
He gently faces out of the side of the boat, leaving anxious about the feeling under his flirty, unbundled ass.
A strong breeze hit Thor in the head.
He opens his eyes thinly and peeks directly underneath as he defies the pressure applied to his eyelids.
What was spreading beneath his eyes was the sight of all things gone far.
The trees, the rivers, the roads, everything is far down, and surprisingly small.
And the scenery just happens to flow backwards.
Thor looked at the glaring, shifting conditions on the ground as if he had been enchanted.
I think of it, and I turn my gaze downwind.
What was there was the appearance of a city of stone walls that had shrunk enough to ride in the palm of its hand.
Tor remembered a touch of loneliness in the sense that the place he was accustomed to living was going far away.
The vibration that accidentally slapped the air hard strikes its ear.
Tor, with his neck twisted, turned his face directly over.
Something like a large roof blocking the sun is slowly moving up and down into my eyes.
A giant wing with a white flying film would triple the length of an adult's back.
If you look forward, you can see the scaled throat leading up for a long time.
The jaws lined with sharp fangs that should lie ahead, or the heads with eyeballs that are as good as children's heads, cannot be ascertained from here.
Thor, concerned, reached out and touched his abdomen right over his head.
The scales of the large cobwebs are calm and cold, but faintly from the inside of them you can feel something pulsating.
I liked the odd feeling, so when I was stroking, I heard a laugh that looked like fun when I dull.
Turning to his face, the red-haired beauty sitting right next to him stares back as she breaks her face.
Did you notice the gaze of the inquiring Tor, Ninessa, deputy director of the A-rank party "Platinum", explained to me in a gentle voice.
"I'm sorry, I laughed. But first time riders usually do the same thing."
"Really?
"Yeah, look outside first, then behind, look up and look forward. It's the last time you touch your stomach with a strange face."
"All of it, were they watching? You're embarrassed."
"But I can't help it. Ordinary people rarely get to ride a dragon boat."
To the words, Thor scratched under his chin.
A flying dragon boat is a vehicle that uses a giant flying dragon as its name suggests.
The boat and it come from a passenger's boat suspended in the abdomen, and naturally there is also a large flying dragon boat towed by several flying dragons.
Flying dragons through the sky are a great way to get around.
Because they are not affected by the terrain in any way, they are able to travel in short distances that are not comparable to carriages.
They also take a four-headed carriage to get to where they're headed right now in just an hour.
Regardless, there are shortcomings in the Fei Long that are so convenient.
The first is that you cannot fly at night and that you have limited flight time.
This is a creature's habit, so I can't help it.
The second is that it is unsuitable for carrying large quantities of luggage.
Depending on the size of the flying dragon, one rider on the head and five on the abdomen are the limit of capacity if you are on one.
If I can't do it, I can load more baggage, but if I exceed my weight, my speed and flight distance will drop extremely.
And the final problem is that it's obvious but very expensive.
Even carriages are dozens of gold coins.
If it becomes a more convenient and valuable flying dragon, it will become a level where it is exchanged with white gold coins.
First, personal ownership is difficult, more or less a loan from the trading temple of the wind god Lohe.
Why the trade temple, because the rider who manipulates the flying dragon is only a profession that can be used by the wind to assist in its flight.
Still on the saddle behind the head, activating the wind speed formation.
It takes professionalism to steer. Plus, Feilong flattens a few livestock in a single meal, so the cost of food isn't foolish either.
Although it seems to be the best place to eat or because I like monsters.
Anyway, there can't be an expensive maintenance fee and an opportunity for the average person to get close.
Why, and there's Tor on it...
"Hmm, good old and geeky guy or something to this extent, are you sure you're okay?
Suddenly it was the little girl sitting in the back seat who had hit the negative word.
Long, blue-blooded dark hair has a gentle wave on it and is shaking softly even in strong winds.
Big winning eyes, a tung and upward looking nose and a well-shaped mouth.
A harsh tone is a backward, breathtaking beautiful girl.
"Well, well, we're all the same at first, Ram."
It was the woman sitting next to her who deceived the beautiful girl with a calm voice.
This one is big on the subject. Probably about the same back length as Tor.
Other looks and cohesive atmospheres were different for girls and women, like pairs.
Scorched brown hair is short and only as long as the length of the thumb.
Light brown eyes with lower eyeballs give the impression of being carefree.
Slightly flaccid lips on the tall nostrils also feel neat but more adorable than beautiful.
But the words that follow betray that expectation lightly.
"Besides, poor people must be the last chance to get on this, and for a little while, it's adults who take a big look at you."
"Then you have no choice."
The Ethereal Scale girl who let her vomit poisonous words is Lambmerla.
He is a water user who takes on the healing and recovery of "platinum" in one hand.
The Tea Horn woman next door is Kugase.
This one belongs to Platinum, and the main soil use is mostly combat and mobility aids.
Ninessa and Thor to these two, and the five who added one later, are the party members of this time.
Feeling a fresh baptismal aversion to the new arrival, Thor nodded gently and deliberately turned his gaze toward the bow.
You immediately guessed what that meant, Lambmerla blushed a little, and Kugase sighed as if she were frightened.
At the end of Thor's gaze was the appearance of their leader, who climbed out and shuddered as far as he was going to fall.
Straccia, captain of Platinum with long bright red hair.
He pushes up his favorite eyelid and opens both eyes to defy the wind.
"Hahaha, look, Tor. People are like fleas!
"Come on, Prince."
"I'm embarrassed, no more"
"Even discounts are tough to look at."
"Mm, why is there a voice of condemnation? I'm just trying to relax my friend's nervousness..."
"You said that and accidentally fell and annoyed me before"
"Being trapped in the mistakes of the past and hesitating to move on, we're only behaving like fools. See?"
"No, don't shake it on me. It's just too annoying to fall."
"Hmm, you mean you're part of the fool too? Look, I see you."
With that said, Straccia lifted her fingers straight forward.
At the tip of its arm's pointing, there are endless stretches of hills.
Only one point seemed to float like a black mass in the narrow space of a loosely raised hill.
The red-haired man, looking back, declares happily lifting both ends of his lips.
"That's where this reign should be, the labyrinth of Bossaria"