Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

Having finished his dinner lightly, Thor stood up for himself.

Turn around before you leave the room and watch the sleeping child on the bed.

Two black and striped cats were round to lean against Moo's flank, which stretched his hands and legs loosely.

A child accidentally hits him or her back when he or she is kept and has trouble sleeping.

The cats, who rose to lose their support, stood still for a while before moving silently over Moo's body.

The child, pushed to the stomach by the two weights, whines munya and cute sleeping remarks.

Thor driven by the urge to replace Moo right now, but I barely thought of him on the brink.

Tonight, there was still something left to do.

Thor, who leaves the front door, turns his foot east.

Keep going on the back road with few demon stone lights, without sound.

After a short walk we reached the bustling South Boulevard.

Just a little past the night's mouth, but there are still a lot of people going out there.

With that crowd sidelined, Tor across the street goes further east.

But the road was no less crowded.

The south side of the outer city is a less popular area due to the large walls surrounding the city.

But the southeast of the city was also a place where flowers blossomed only in such shade.

When the night falls, the city will be brilliantly coloured.

That's this Xiaohua Street.

Do you use good quality demon stones or the light of demon stone lamps illuminating the streets is dazzling and strong.

It is the women in glossy costumes who float to its brilliance.

In front of the decorated shop, each one draws a guest with an adorable voice.

From there, as you pull your gaze and point it towards the front, a prominent building in the shape of a large triangle cone jumps into view.

Temple of Liberation.

It is a building to worship the flaming god Rapharit and preach his doctrine, the liberation of desire.

The interior is packed with ways to satisfy your desires, such as an arena, a casino, a banquet hall where you can enjoy plenty of gastronomy from all over the place and a bedroom where you can enjoy your things.

There were countless lanterns lined up around the Temple of Liberation and the Great Staircase where the lights burned.

People flock to the tower of desire illuminated by the flames dedicated, as many featherworms are drawn to the light.

Looking at it from a distance, Tor quickly wraps the sandblanket cloth he brings around his face.

It was used in torn wilderness.

The Eastern Zuma, where the Temple of Liberation is based, is also a country nearly buried in the sand.

Because of this there was a custom of covering his face with cloth, which was also utilized for different purposes in this land far away.

Not only the adventurers and craftsmen who live in the outer streets, but also the inner city dwellers and pedestrians and other cluttered people come together in this place.

Some of them have wives, and they don't want their identities to be known, which means it's only natural when they walk in cloths that can hide their faces.

The man without the darkest behind was walking around with his face exposed with dignity.

Thor is also unwilling to do anything else that can be distracted, but even though his face is well known, his companions are famous for their beauty.

The rumours spreading was something we wanted to avoid as much as possible.

Thor, who hid his mouth exactly and shoved a rainbow adventurer's bill into his collar, crept into the crowd with his casual face.

Walk along the stream for a while.

Eventually Tor, who finds the alley that was on the note, loosens his footsteps and slips in.

Colorful smells such as cheeks, fragrance oil, etc. turn away, turning into a smell that tickles the stomach.

There were small restaurants around here.

However, it is a restaurant where you can taste not only the food, but also a little luster.

As we reached the penetration, a strange building covered in black tents awaited us.

This is Tor's destination today, the Book Pavilion at night.

Lifting the drapes and proceeding to the dim entrance, it was not the glamorous women who welcomed me, but the pair of men who had grappled with their chest muscles.

With his arms around him, he gets stuck like he's stopping Tor.

"At first glance, you refuse."

"Turn back"

One has no hair and the other has a prominent old wound to his face.

The tone was polite, but the words contained a swordswallowing sound that made me not say whether or not.

"I'm supposed to have someone with me, can't I?

"Is there anything I can prove?

Tor, who scratched his jaw like trouble, quietly pulls down the sandblanket cloth that was wrapped around his mouth.

On the face that appeared, the two caution sticks opened their eyes wide.

"Doh, go ahead."

"Oh, please come through"

"Thank you. And it would be helpful if you didn't tell me as much as possible."

When the men looked at each other, they shook their necks so vertically that there seemed to be a noise with the boom.

Thor steps into the back of the dripping cloth as he is gently dropped off by the two divided left and right.

The store was calm and dim, and this one was decorated with dripping cloth all over the place.

That seems to be the partition, and you can hear more than one talk from beyond.

The light sources were demonic stone lamps falling down to the ceiling, but only one had a large, odd semi-circle at a time.

Seeing the little gleams scattered around him, Thor realizes that it mimics the night sky where the half moon floats.

This is exactly the right performance for the name of the store called The Book of the Night.

Thor circled his gaze to see what an acquaintance looked like, but at some point he noticed a woman standing right in front of him.

Brown skin on golden hair that spreads like a lion's tenderness.

When I was younger, I looked neat and beautiful, and the elegant red dress suits me well.

The woman, gracefully graced, has greeted her with a voice in her ear to whisper.

"Welcome, my name is Aniella and I will be your guide"

"I apologize for taking the time. I'm here to see an acquaintance, and..."

"I know. Please, come here."

The woman, smiling softly, walked out to the back of the drape.

The same was true of the earlier welcome, but the footsteps are beautiful and do not make a single noise.

When Tor was seen in the foot judgment impossible without so much workout, he reached his destination lightly.

Dedicated to the biggest seat in the back was a bald-headed man with a familiar face.

On the left and right sit the raucous young ladies dressed in dreadful costumes, clutching red tails flashly.

Dadan, who was sloppily loosening the corner of his mouth, gave a rushed, manicured look the moment he saw the woman approaching and the toil behind her.

"What is it, Thor? Hmm, you started playing in stores like this, too."

"No, I need to speak to my master and let him stop by..."

"He said something."

"No, nothing"

"Hmm! I'm finally free from the loud sackoo. If you take off your wings for a little while, you won't be punished."

"So I didn't say anything."

So you were anticipating the plane, and the two of them sitting on both sides of Dadan came pinching their mouths.

"Well, do you know Uncle Dadan?

"May I introduce you to the details?

"You mustn't disturb me. Come here."

The two of them raised their fragrant voices, but they were lightly inhibited by the woman who guided Tor.

I know the director of the bureau who runs this city.

You definitely wanted to connect your face. The two raise their lovable protests, as they breathed together.

"Uh, a little bit better, right? Hey, Uncle Dadan."

"Oh, could it be Master Thor's name!

"I won't do it again. There you are."

There has been no change in tone from earlier.

But the voice of an old woman had a sound that should never be resisted.

The two young men, who lost their complexion in an instant, stood up like springs.

My tail is stunningly rounded.

"And I will."

"Please, take your time."

"I'm sorry I didn't make it."

"No, thank you for the guide"

Thor, who dropped off the women, slowly settled his hips a little further away from Dadan.

And turn your body to the old man who won't hide his sorry face.

"I stopped by the choi shop a few times, but you changed places."

"You don't have a choice. It's just a hot and bitter simmer, can you eat that?"

If you ask me, it's early summer.

"When I stopped by, my dad at the store said it was time to start chilling noodles."

"Oh, then I should go eat."

"It's excellent."

"Oh, I don't think summer's here."

That's where the conversation breaks down a little.

Tor, once again looking around the store, sighed small at the seemingly high interior.

Sofa covered in black silk, low table of sandalwood.

A rare glass is poured with bright red flame liquor.

"Can I go through every night in such a high place?

"When I get home, my son's daughter-in-law, an old man with all his stories, needs a distraction every once in a while."

Speaking of which, it's been nearly twenty-five years since I've known Dadan, who was a gatekeeper due to lack of manpower, but I've never seen him in my wife.

Rumor has it he was an awesome lightning man.

Apparently, the two sons do not become adventurers, but serve as aides to their fathers.

Slow down will probably inherit the traces of the city chief.

"So, what are you doing today?

Licking a pink salt that was served on the plate, Dadan tilts the glass and asks about the matter.

Tor, who turned down the recommended liquor, uncovered the matter without a priori.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something about Moo's Heavenly Lightning Ring."