Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

Mitsu, aboard one of the three warships used by the Mafia, was sailing with Orton and the SS to Bokovo Harbor.

In the harbor, one of the last goodbyes to many, but regrettably, was Mr. Bat, who travelled with him for a long time?

He had been quite helpful in getting information about the bats as they entered the mountain hut, where the half-fish princes were being captured, and in telling us where the Ortons were and where they lived when they didn't know right or left in the port of Moritz.

But I guess he's happy to be in this familiar port of Moritz.

I could communicate with the will, leaving the mites seemed sarcastic, but I promised to see him again at Tao's and say goodbye.

Actually, only Lagon is taking the guard captain and a few of them to Bokovo first on the highway.

Although we have informed each other about the situation with bats and the like, it can also be called faux.

As a precaution in times of need, I was supposed to check with Bokovo first to see if it was no longer a problem, and let him know it was wolf smoke (curse) from the port side.

The purpose of this disembarkation is to conclude a security pact between Bokovo and Morocco.

Each city in the Republic has signed a security pact with many of its neighbors, an empire with good relations, albeit independent.

As a mayor, Moates said this would be his first treaty to be signed, as there were no adjacent foreign cities.

Mitsu reads the book library metal she received from Lagon with a mile's eye.

For once, it's a copy of the contents of a book written with laws, etc. that we were all told to read, once deposited from the City Hall yesterday, except for the one that looks like a child who can't possibly read the book.

It was read by Hanako in chronological order and came around to me. When it's over, it becomes my job to turn it to Quome and later teach and make the kids listen.

(I wish I could read it myself, well, as a form, maybe adults are the muscle to teach you.

While maintaining library metal with one hand, the shabby other is playing with the yo-yo handed out to everyone today.

In Lagon's description, the yarn is not fixed with the body. This seems to be in the form of a sports yo-yo.

When the wound tegus stretches out to its maximum, the body continues to turn while in that state.

Originally, using the force of the wrapped tegus yarn loosening up, the generated centrifugal force is used to wrap the yarn back together, but this keeps spinning as much as it can with magic.

Furthermore, you can magically manipulate whether or not the yarn wraps around from the open, so you can freely manipulate whenever you want to put it back on hand.

If there is only one dissatisfaction, would it be the length of Tegus? It won't reach any further distances.

The Lord would like you to train him to use this as a weapon, but I don't think it would be easy to have a limit on distance.

That and when Clay was making this, he embedded the medal he got me in Moritz at the thought of it. It's important, so if you incorporate it into something big like this, you don't have to lose it, but it's too conspicuous. I also wanted the lid on if possible.

Lord, can you hear me?

Yeah, I can hear you.

In this case, you have to think Mitsu is talking to Largo, not Lagon. Somewhat subtle though he is the same person.

"This is the yo-yo you made because of it, won't it be the part of this yarn, the stretching metal?

"Ah, you didn't think of that, let's go back to that expert.

Speaking of which, yesterday, they sent a bottle of Moritz alcohol to Dwarf, who makes this stuff.

I had been contacted by Krasabi when the Lord told me how I was very happy.

(Glad to hear it's a good story though.

The winter sea breeze is cold, but pokapoka cheerful, accidentally makes me drowsy.

Because after returning from Jamon's last night, the alarm around the city reacted, which Yayoi was doing for me in a family remotely serving from the king's capital.

They all headed to the scene in total, and the executives of the indicative mafia were about to break into the city in the shade of night.

Of course, he went out to intercept, but he resisted violently, being held in captivity by his relatives, and he was constantly breathing into the attacks of owls and bats with two apparently titled assassinations and more than two dozen beastmen who looked like soldiers.

When I can stand around being good at it because of it, I am still unhappy that only my sleep was taken away, feeling sorry for me for going out bravely.

Until I joined this team, it seemed like I was a liar that I was not good at fighting on the inside.

(I'm sure this is... thanks to the Lord.

Also like last night, if no one's watching, it's possible to fly a shawl or a green fork on a psychic and kill them instantly, but that's not going to happen in the eyes.

I think this yo-yo thing, which even one returns, is a very convenient one, hard to understand by magic to manipulate.

(Maybe I could have about two. With both hands.)

After about four hours, I hear from Lagon.

"City security has confirmed the safety of Bokovo's harbor. I'll give you wolf smoke now, but I don't know if I can see it yet.

"No, I think it's time to see it, so you can give it to me already. I would like to inform Mr Orton.

After a while, a single piece of wolf smoke goes straight up.

"Mr. Orton, that's...

When I told him that, Orton was happy to let everyone know.

"That 's-- that's okay. We're going into Boko Harbor all at once.

Then less than an hour later, the ship continued its voyage and finally landed at the port of Bokovo.

The harbor is a great welcome to give its citizens. The hastily handcrafted cross section reads: 'Welcome Messenger of Peace! to the peaceful town of Bokovo Harbor'.

We know very well how happy we are with each other that the bad guys have been swept away.

In that crowd, we also saw the city chief and Lagon. Is it the bureaucrat in this harbor who looks great next to it?

When Morton got off the ship, the man came with the guards.

"We welcome you. I'm the one who keeps the provincial government in this port of Bokovo, Brass.

"Thank you for welcoming me. I am the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce in the port of Moyette, Orton-Orca. This time on behalf of Mayor Luca-Yachaloka, I have been represented in the signing of the Security Pact. Thank you very much.

"The chief of security told me about that, but first, please come to the provincial government.

I had already communicated the gist of the visit in writing, and the reception was very favourable because the chief of security had come in first to give an explanation, but it did not go that easily.

"I'm sorry. I have been contacting Wang Du since yesterday to that effect, but I have only been contacted when I am visited by someone who is currently able to settle here, and the instruction is to wait for it, how about that?

"No, of course we very much do not believe that we can visit today and sign the treaty today. There are also differences between the laws of the Republic and the Kingdom, and I wonder if there are as many details as there are still to be packed. But in the meantime, I just want to take that back to see if we can move this story forward. If you can respond within a few days, it is not a rash to let us stay here two days a day.

"Really? Now, if you are the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, I know you come here every now and again, but you have heard that it has been difficult there. We want you to taste plenty of the peaceful city of Bokovo and heal your previous labor. Let me get you a place to stay.

"No, no. I have a lot of faces here, too, and I want to do it. We will decide for ourselves where to stay, etc., so we will come back to you tomorrow to let you know which one you start staying in or just that. Is that okay with you?

"Fine. We haven't touched anyone today or tomorrow, so do as you like today.

Leaving the provincial government, he leaves the chief of security and two offerings, and everything else seems to have lunch ready for the ship, which seems to get back to the ship immediately.

Most of them are members of the shipping union, so I guess the men of the sea will be there for lodging as well.

Orton first told me if I could get a tummy, and this was also a slightly late lunch.

He walked a little and was led to a store on the corner of a slightly tall, wide square recommended by Orton.

It is an outdoor cafe terrace with a good view of the harbor and pleasant feel.

"It's like this, but it's actually a first-rate flavor store, known to some of us in Bokovo."

It looks like you can eat a lot of dishes with a variety of seafood, such as crabs and shrimp.

Orton asked for a stewed shrimp dish, and the security chief asked for a set of cooked rice with lots of seafood.

The mites also made their own choice of what looked delicious. While we were at the end of the talks at the provincial government, the hungry children in the lobby also share a variety of rare seafood dishes.

Seems very satisfied.

"Now for the rest of our story, that was the egg you guys brought first. Do you have it now?

Orton asks the children.

"Yes, I keep that.

I don't really have it right now, but Lagon soon finds out in the Safe Deposit Box of the Holy Spirit that he stuck his hand in it and took it out.

I feel like it's time for the color outside the egg to be swollen with luster.

If I hadn't hurried, I would have felt like this was getting hot or damp and sweating was a sign of cracking eggs.

When it is gently placed on an unused vessel on the desk, Orton and the Secretary of Security take a serious look.

"I see this is the egg. I used to bring it here without scratching a scratch. Thank you for your hard work.

"That's not true.

Quorre replied in the light to the unspeakable compliment. Unlike the mites that are always on the table, it's probably because I'm not really used to 'sneaking around the world'.

"Then I'll take this and have it sent to me as soon as I have a proper animal exporter's tag.

"Will they ship right away?

For once, the person responsible for that aspect means that Quorre is out buying a lot of worrying roles. You think you have to play the role, having responded to earlier praise words.

"There's no quarantine or anything, but there's paperwork, and I just said that the departure is tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, well. Even if we're not home, you can keep it in our company properly, so it's okay.

"It's been about a few days, and I'm thinking it's gonna hatch...

"Of course, if you get over there already, hatch it, but nothing's wrong with you. But really, does a red snake have such a bad reputation here? I'm not interested in any of those legends, so I never heard of them.

"No, I know that. Once upon a time, such rumors spread when there was a great deal of water damage, and so no cold-blooded beast of this hand could flow to us republicans and empires who were importing from here, or here, I guess, already, few more.

To the chief of security story, Lagon hits the hammer.

"Sounds like it. In those days, something pretty pathetic seemed to have happened.

"I really don't think animals are guilty. But the superstition that is rooted in the human heart is hard to erase. If that is what has been told from generation to generation, it is even more so.