The sun begins to fall and the dim darkness gradually envelops the city. A good amount of light begins to shine on Central Boulevard.
It is not until the city of art begins to flourish.
The adventurers return from the labyrinth and thank you for your good luck today. And pray you can get drunk again tomorrow.
Today's warrior guild showed a slightly different buzz than usual.
"Damn it, the Ranger's head and his kids are pressing him with all the geese necks. What the hell?"
Rob exhales deliberately. There are about three young men sitting on the counter who look like bears with bad patterns.
Surprisingly pleasant guys, but nothing but bandits at first sight.
The name of a big man like a bear is Bogan. He is the husband of Kluw, who is the master of Ranger Guild, and puts his energy into running his husband every day.
Bogan seems to want to hide it, but it's a well-known fact that he's laid on his ass. Rumor has it you're being stomped on the face with your bare feet?
If he is happy, Rob sends a warm gaze.
Bogan, the bear man, came aboard to ask me something. For once, it can be a commercial enemy, but the poor pattern is largely irreplaceable with the Warrior Guild, so it is not ostensibly hostile.
"Whoa, it's easy to talk about. There's something I'd like to ask a young man about Excel."
"Excel, huh? That guy's gonna pay off his bounty neck and he's gonna be all worn out. The women are treating me now. He's a totally swallowing fool."
"I know the details of the battle against that bounty neck. Apparently, all five of our youths got hit. If you ask the guards what they don't know, if you ask them about the Alliance of Swordsmen who led the Jailbroken Party, they'll throw you back at survival because you can't talk about it in a state of gravity. You're putting people out of their way. It's coming to my head!
When Bogan taps the table, the glass falls and the booze runs out. My neighbor's men rush to fix the glass and start wiping it with a cloth.
"Head, calm down. Your sister will hang you if you don't listen here."
"Ooh, ooh. Oh, that's not good. Rob, I'm sorry you shouted. You're right, forgive me."
Bogan blues his face and honestly apologizes. The face is like sunshine, and it also has a cured blue mole.
Probably strangled Kraw for saying an extra word.
"You don't have to worry about anything else. I'm gonna let you go get Excel right now, so just give me a minute."
When Rob sends the signal, one of the warriors answers and leaves. Returning from the labyrinth, Excel rests in a nearby inn after being treated. It is not a major injury, but the women in the case have been worthy of medical attention. There is absolutely nothing wrong with calling.
"Bogan, by the way. How was Ramji? As usual?"
"Yeah, you didn't see it in the Swordsman's Guild. Isn't it true that you're sick and ill?"
"Well, it doesn't matter."
"Heh, naturally you care about the commercial enemy. Though, your place seems to have a good economy lately. Some promising newcomers have taken over our salvado."
".................. well"
Rob asked about Ramji, the man who is the master of the Swordsman's Guild. Those who do not know the name of the Barca family that Ramji inherited will not be on this continent. Because he is the descendant of the legendary Three Brave Men, and he has more history than the artists who built the bond. Ramji is also a great swordsman with just the strength to beat that name.
Ramji has fully mastered and inherited the Barca Stream Swordsmanship opened by the brave Ramsas. There is a difference between the blood muscles and the patterns of the knockout Rob and the heavens and the earth. I hate to think you're losing with your sword arms, but I don't think you can win one-on-one. Because the opponent uses the sword of the brave.
Ramji has not been proud of it but continues to be uplifting, self-training, and has also focused on fostering backward development. A human being who can be regarded precisely as the guild master's epitome. Rob of the same generation has a lot of respect and a lot of jealousy. I wondered if it would be good to have such a perfect person.
That perfect Ramji has also suffered from illness in recent times and is not taking a sword. He also said he rarely sees himself in the city.
I don't know if that's why, but the Warrior Alliance is gaining momentum and the Swordsman Alliance is starting to fall.
A guilder brought Excel back when he was talking to Bogan and the others for a while. Excel wraps a bandage around his head and arms, pulling his legs slightly apart. However, the fracture does not appear to be broken, so she will recover soon.
When he was brought in, Rob stroked the head of the surviving Excel hard. He said he was lucky at the end. Ultimate life and death is what luck says. Nine of the thirty bounty hunters seem to have made it back. Given the extent of the injury, it's a category that's lucky enough.
"Sorry about where you're resting, Excel. I need you to explain this to Bogan again."
"I'm a Ranger Guild bogan. I'm sorry to bother you. But we have a strong connection. Though this kind of operation, I want to make sure that I know the last part of my life. I don't mind just what I know. Tell me."
"Yes, I understand. I can talk to you if I'm conscious."
When Excel nods, he starts telling us what happened to him.
Excel's bounty hunter party was dominated by Swordsman Alliance humans. He was joined by rangers and magicians, and he was breathing to pick up his prize neck and raise his name. Recently, there was an incident in which the feared Salvado would be picked up by the rush. The bounty neck, the sweet perception that it was not enough to fear, was widespread.
Excel, the warrior, was allowed to participate as a wall guard for the sorcerer.
I was collecting information on the bounty neck, and there was information that Las Nubes, the big man with twenty gold coins, was on the tenth floor of the underground labyrinth. The inmates decided to ride into the labyrinth with a rough nose.
The surprise assault was successful, but the bounty hunter's inmate party was knocked out by the time it was completely skinless. Puppet artist Russ Nubes's strength was unusual. It wasn't the enemy at all.
"I see. I guess that bastard's puppet opponent won't even talk about it in the impromptu party. I survived all this because I said I had all those arms."
Asked to die, Bogan drinks up in a depressed manner. He groans with a sigh when he forgets to tap into all the technology and tap into the secrets of survival.
"I don't remember anything since I lost consciousness. Is that what happened?
"Yes, the next time I woke up, it was Labyrinth Square. I don't even know why. How could I have saved you?"
Excel twists his neck.
"I don't know the details, but the guard called me to pick up the wounded. And I just heard that Russ is dead. We're talking about the church guys getting in his apartment. Some of the people who were caught were rescued."
"I wonder if Russ may have eaten heretical certification. I think a heretic inquisitor can make a good match for that crazy puppeteer. They're pretty crazy, too."
"Or head. I don't like it right now. The heretical inquisitor guy flies in easily."
"What, just kidding?"
To his men's words, Bogan laughs and deludes.
"Don't get me involved.... but a heretic inquisitor? I guess that's a good chance. Instead, it's strange that I've never been heretically certified."
Puppeteer Russ, as his name suggests, uses puppets. Dozens of dominated military opponents are heavily loaded in impromptu inmates.
But it would be possible with that group. A bunch of fanatics who smash their targets completely and keep chasing them until they stop breathing. Because they're like pope dolls.
"Anything. Rumor has it there's a guy in the upper ecclesiastical level sheltering a bounty neck with special skills. It's just a rumor."
"Hey, so don't get me involved. I'm sorry about the heresy hunt."
"I'm sorry, too. This is a rumor, not my opinion."
"That's no excuse for those fanatics."
When Rob shrugs his shoulders, Bogan finally shrugs his mouth too.
"Speaking of which, I feel like someone was fighting. I wonder if that was the heretic interrogator. I'm not aware of it, so I don't remember it well. She was kind of a cute girl."
"Are we talking about women again? You're a really unpunished guy."
When Rob gets stunned, the guilders around hear him pinch his mouth.
"Excel, he must be a goddess of war. If you were dead, you would have taken me to the extreme. You're really unlucky!
"Yes, no, you're alive, so my luck is good!
"I'm sure she's a Reaper. I was stunned by your femininity."
Rob stares at the guilders who make tea and drives them away.
Rob apologizes to the Bogans. Even though there are dead people out there, it's not a good occasion to joke lightly.
But I don't mean to offend you. It's just a dull feeling of life and death. I can't help but to do so if I dive through the dead line every day.
"Bogan, I'm sorry if I'm disturbed. We don't grow up well. No offense to them either."
"If you don't grow up well, we haven't lost either. Don't make me laugh. We can't do this here."
When Bogan laughs off, his men snort too. In the end, it's your own fault. He challenged his mighty enemies from himself and died in return. That's all we're talking about.
I don't know if you understand that. Man, excel whines as he wriggles his bandage.
"By the way, whose hand is Russ the Puppeteer's prize money? The heretic inquisitor took it, didn't he? Maybe it won't belong to anyone?
"Well, I guess so. I've never heard of a heretic inquisitor getting a prize. All they want is compliments under the Pope."
"You don't have any body. If you don't want it, you want me. [M] You put your life at risk around the corner, and this is the only injury you've got."
Excel is groaning and sighing at the unsolicited.
You still don't seem to understand how lucky you were.
Rob decided to educate him. Suddenly, it is a little unobtrusive to have a child born without a father. You should hurt him a little, but let him know.
"You're only happy to be alive! I'm going to preach so much that I don't want to. Bogan, help me too."
"Oh, education? What, even if your guild is different, you don't shy away. Even though you are young, it is our duty to educate you first!
"Oh, no. I'm a little tired, so let me rest. I'm really physically..."
"I tried to escape to a woman. That's not how it works! You horny, hungry bastard!
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After the slum district, the brave men were returning to the central district.
To Matari, who is still pale, the brave man speaks.
"Are you okay now? I'll go alone, so you can go home first."
"No, it's okay now. Because I'm just a little surprised. - Ugh."
While answering okay, he suppresses his mouth as if he remembered the sight earlier.
I think it's just a big deal not to throw up, but I stopped praising you because you have tear eyes.
"Yu, is the brave man okay?
"You must be okay with that. Because you have a different experience."
"... so, but you're younger than me, aren't you? Don't stare at me like that."
Matari is atrophied even though the brave man is not particularly shriveled. Was it on your face?
"It doesn't matter how many years I've lived. The value of people is how many places they tread. That's everything."
"Be, you'll learn"
Matari is engraving the words of a brave man on his chest.
"Speaking of which, why did I suddenly fall?"
"Because I hypnotized the magic. Why are you snoring? I was asleep."
"Eh, eh! Oh, is that magic!?
"I just hung up because I thought it was a little dangerous. Don't worry, it doesn't usually work."
"Really? It would be tough if you could do that in the middle of a fight."
"You can't put someone to sleep who's moving with a lot of energy. It only works when your mind is severely weak and your resistance is dropping. We have to stay close. Because I have to look nearby.... yeah, let me hang you up for a try?
When the brave man asks, distorting his mouth, Matari shakes his head.
"Yes, no, just that feeling is fine! Because I'm not sleepy at all right now. At night, before you go to sleep, please!
"No, I don't care about your drowsiness.... I'm confident I'll be hypnotized right now."
"Why?
"It's your fault."
As the brave man tried to crush Matari's cheek, he rushed out. The brave man who pulled his hand in relaxes and continues thereafter. I'm not energized to run.
Then Matari, who was ahead, returned again. When he opened his hand and showed it to him, he returned to the neighbor as if he were relieved.
"You're kind of like a dog."
"Mr. Brave is like a cat. Stop whining!
After a few such interactions, he had at some point arrived in front of the Warrior Guild. By the way, Cologne and Silca are turning back much of the time. When I bought a treat to thank him so far, he smiled like a child and was happy. They're taking it home and eating it all together.
"Then let's go inside. We need to get this over with."
"Yes!"
Take Matari and go into the guild. The moment I opened the door, the hustle and bustle just overflowed.
Apparently, he's also doing liquor tastings at the guild outing. It's really busy. The noise hits my head.
One of the drunks who noticed us approached with a fling.
"Gehehe, sisters, give Grandpa a break. Do it - gehu!
"Out of the way."
A gentle fist in his stomach causes him to faint, and the brave man pushes the drunk over and moves on.
Matari looks worried, but she added and subtracted it so that she wouldn't get hurt, so maybe she'll be fine.
Rob greets me with his hands up from the counter. The counter seat was hung by about three big men, like bears, and people with bad patterns.
"It's the return of the brave. Bogan, this is the daughter who took over Salvador. You don't tell me anything but that you're a brave man, so call me whatever you want."
In Rob's words, a bear man named Bogan looks at this one as if he were to pin it down. The same goes for the children.
"Can I help you?
"... you're the little girl who did salvado. I'm a Ranger Guild bogan. People call me" The Steel Bogan. "
When Bogan gives him a name, Rob blows out a puff. The children also looked at the ceiling and seemed to be enjoying something.
"So, what the hell is that bear Mr. Bogan for?"
"Kukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku Tenmei, who did you lick your mouth-"
Bogan tries to argue, and he stares at the brave. Bogan's face turns blue as the brave man stares back in response to the killing. My body trembled and I began to caress my face wounds restlessly.
The brave man who was staring at me is unwittingly confused when he sees the intense upset of the big man.
"Hey, hey. You don't have to be so intimidated. What the hell?"
"Ugh, this, this guy, you can't have these eyes. The same eyes that Crowe had when he knocked me out. Oh, abuuuuuuuuuuu -"
A threatened bear sat back at the counter and turned to the front and began to sip the liquor.
My molecules start encouraging me as I rub my back.
"Or head. I thought you were going to solicit the guy who took Salvado."
"Bye, you idiot! If there's any more crawfish rubbing, I don't have it!
"Ah, a rub. If your sister asks, she'll kill you."
"Ugh! Look at this crazy dog. Look at him! You look more scared than that demon, Klau! I'm getting cold. The pain from the whip is coming back. Oh, cold, cold."
"Or head. Wouldn't that be too sad?"
"All right, if that's all you have to say, you try and solicit me."
"Wow, I understand."
The child turns around and sounds great.
"Hey, little girl there. I'll give you a special chance to be a Ranger Guild member. Keep your head down on Bogan's brother first."
"What are you talking about? No because it's a hassle. Besides, I don't want to be a bear's man, not a blue shirt's man."
Blue shirt Called Rob makes eyebrows a heh letter, but it's true, so I can't help it. Because I wear a blue shirt every day.
My men nod politely, "Okay," I report to Bogan.
"Head, I've been turned down. Let's give this place up like a man."
"Right. Let's give it up, 'cause it would be tough if you two were like Klau. Mostly me."
"It would be tough if I did have two sisters. My head's face turns from blue to black."
"Hahaha, that would be even harder if the black turned white. That's the complexion of a dead man. Who's going to die!
The brave stop playing with the funny guys and talk to Rob. I wasted my time and strength.
"Hey, what are these tired people?"
"It's Bogan and his delightful friends. The faces are scary, but they must be interesting inside. He's got a pretty good arm."
"Sure, your face is funny though.... Well, fine. Regards, redemption"
The brave throws the leather bag rampantly. It's one dish that just makes me feel bad to have. I just want to process it.
"Doesn't it look lighter today than usual? Before this, it was filled with raven claws and bat feathers."
"If I wanted to go in the back, I would have gotten in the way."
"Haha, well that happens sometimes. Anyway, let me check the contents. When you're done, you guys can have a drink. I'll give you a special treat today."
"Was there something good going on?
"No, I was thrilled with my sermon to the fool. After that, it's for the dead. We can only make a scene."
"Then I'll just have one drink. I'm a little tired today. Hey, Matari."
In defiance of Rob's offer, the brave man turns to Matari.
"Ha, yes. I'm sorry, Mr. Rob."
"Well, I'm not saying I can't. You'll be tired. All right, let's just run and do it with a glass."
"Thank you very much!
Rob poured liquor into the glass and placed it in front of Brave and Matari. Take it and drink it up. The cold was pleasant on my dry throat.
"Then let's just get the job done. - 'Cause, hey. It only contains two claws and a sachet."
"You won't have a choice. Because it was all rats today. There were no other demons."
"Well, there are days like that. The contents of this bag are all the way..."
Rob takes out his nails and opens a small cloth bag. The moment you check the contents, change your complexion. Stare at the brave and raise your voice.
"……… hey, what is this?"
"What?
"Don't blur. Now where did you kill who!
Rob turns the bag upside down and puts out the contents. A dark left hand appeared. The back of his hand is engraved with a magician's engraving.
"Crazy puppeteer. He attacked me, so I killed him. This is just what happened."
I smile and answer Rob.
"You think you defeated that Las Nubes!? Thirty inmates got no hands, no legs, that lunatic!
"You shouldn't have to try to appraise it. Like before this."
"... oh, that's right. That would be the fastest."
Rob rings the bell as he gets thrown. Appraisers who were doing extraction work in the back show up.
When Rob asked for an appraisal of his left hand, the appraiser nodded small. Concentrate your spirit and exercise appraisal techniques. The owner of the left hand immediately found out.
"Definitely on the left hand side of bounty neck Las Nubes. I certify it as a prize neck crusade."
Into the word, the guild squeaks hard. The bogans are also stunned.
"I'm pretty sure it's prize neck Las Nubes, huh? Absolutely unbelievable. You're not the kind of guy new people like you can pick up. Trapper Salvado, this is unprecedented! How the hell did you do that!?
Rob hits the counter and yells.
"How did you do that? After I smashed the doll, I skewered him and killed him. At the end of the day, I begged for my life, but I had to kill the demon, so I slaughtered him not to leave one piece of flesh behind."
"You and Matari alone? Don't lie to me!
"I'm not lying. We helped the dumb bounty hunter. First of all, is there something wrong with killing the bounty neck? What shouldn't?
The laughter disappears from the brave man, and he curls and stands exposed to his intention to kill.
"- Oh, hey. Calm down."
"Don't you like how a little girl like me killed a feared madman? Hey, do you?
"Yu, brave man!
Matari stops, but the words of the brave don't stop.
"... well, you, too, are just like those guys. You treat me like a monster. This time it will, but it won't stay. Because I haven't been human enough to forgive you for the second time. I'll kill them all. I'm gonna pay you back, and I'm gonna kill you with no one left!
Rob can't seem to react completely under barometric pressure.
The moment the brave man tries to move, Matari rushes into arbitration. My body was held down from behind and something stuck in my mouth.
"Yu, brave man, please calm down!! It's bad for your health when you're so excited! Look, please eat this and go back to your usual brave man!
"-Mug."
Matari pushes the freshly baked pie hard into the mouth of the brave man. The brave man's face is painted with sauce and his mouth is terrible with pie. Or I haven't been able to breathe. And hot. Exhausted with pain.
"Oh, is it delicious?
"Mugu mugu, guga!
"If you don't bite and eat well, it's on your body."
The brave man manages to snap Matari's cheek with a fading consciousness, rendering him incapacitated and escaping from Pie Hell.
After taking a deep breath, he grabbed Matari's cheek with both hands and gave him serious strength like a panacea.
"Wow, you're going to kill me, you pig! You won't be able to breathe though!! And it's hot!
"Ho, ho, ho, yes"
"Let me give you a taste of the same pie hell I did!
Prepare for the brave man to grab another pie and push it into Matari's mouth. It's pretty hot just to have it. How dare you shove this into people's mouths? The brave man's inexorable anger increases. The face is dyed red with sauce, it's like blood paint.
"Fu, fu hichi"
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"Hey, hey. I apologize too, or let him go. Look, look, Bogan apologize too!
"Hey, why even me! Yes, no, this operation, this help is important, too. Gohon, Yu, Mr. Brave? Please, spare my face, there's one here."
"……… Rob"
"Ooh!
"Win a prize on the outer road. Not a single piece of copper."
"Oh, wow. Twenty gold coins. I'm going to go to the safe for a moment, so just wait. Until then, don't imitate it sooner!
"…… I'm kind of exhausted."
When the brave man freed Matari, the poor pig stretched out on the spot. Bogan offers me booze in an attempt to get in the mood.
"Yu, brave man, go ahead and have one!
"Thank you very much. You have a big figure, but you're very considerate."
"Ha ha, that's because it's easy to get used to"
"I'll give you this pie to thank."
"Oh, thank you very much."
The brave man gives him the pie he was grabbing and drinks up the liquor he receives. I'll take a breath and then I'll wipe the dirt out of your face with a cloth and let the matari stand.
"Look, I'm not mad anymore, stand up"
"Shh, excuse me. It's like your cheeks are chopped."
"It's just getting a little red. I'd rather have my face red. Because of the hot pie."
"Ha, sure. On your funny cheeks and nose like apples..."
"It's your fault, though!
Rob rushes back to the roar of the brave.
"Ma, you kept me waiting! Twenty gold coins and a half!
"…… thank you. Matari, I'm leaving!
"Ha, yes!
Rob calls from behind as the brave man tries to snort back.
"... I'm sorry. I got excited about what I did. I've never had experience hunting a bounty neck in a row. I'm so sorry."
"Because I'm used to that. This time I got hot by accident too. I'm sorry. You don't have to call me whatever you want anymore."
Is it because I had a fight with the outside road? My spirit is wearing out. Usually, I laughed and flushed.
"No, I'm thankful for helping my fellow guilders out. Excel was saved thanks to you. Let me record this as a contribution to the Alliance."
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"And when it's convenient for you, I'm going to take a vocational certification exam. Tell me when you're ready."
The brave man tilts his neck. I would certainly have had to have my prowess recognized in order to have my profession certified. Does that mean you got tattooed?
"Am I supposed to take the exam so soon?
"Sure, I would have seen how things were going for about three months before I gave my permission. Your skill will suffice. That's a special case. It would be better if you just moved on to the back, and the reputation of the Alliance would be enhanced."
"Matari, are you okay with that? The next chance is to take a certification exam."
"I don't mind! Although I'm anxious to get certified."
"As far as I can tell, the foundation is in place, so it's okay. What matters is the mindset to fight. I see mental strength as well as arms. Well, stay tuned."
"I understand!
Mattari responds brightly to Rob's words.
"Then I'm leaving today. Sorry about the noise. Matari, let's go back to the inn."
Packed bags of gold coins, the brave apologize. Sending Bogan his gaze, he's rushing off his face. The brave men kept their hands up against them as their men snorted bitterly.
"Come back when you're feeling better. You don't have to panic to get away with the exam."
"Yes! Now Rob, ladies and gentlemen, if you'll excuse me!
Pushing the drunkards, who started making noise again, the braves head to the exit.
A young man with a bandage stood up so as to block his way.
The brave man who was tired stares, but does not try to move at all. In front of the noise earlier, kicking it off weighed heavily.
Push frustration to kill and talk.
"... hey, will you step aside? It's very disturbing."
To that word, a young man with a smile. I will take the hand of the brave and shake hands with familiarity.
"My name is Excel. I belong to this warrior guild. I heard from you earlier, you picked up the prize neck lass, didn't you?
"…… yes, but what is that?
"Actually, I was in that place then, too. Thank you so much for saving me from getting killed soon. I think the others who helped us are sincerely grateful."
Without trying to let go, Excel says thank you.
The brave man smiled lightly. Sometimes I was uncomfortable because I wasn't used to saying thank you directly from the front.
That's why I couldn't remember Excel yet. Although Matari looks at Excel in a frigid way.
"... I saved the corner, so take care of that life. Maybe not next time."
"Yes, I remember the liver. Thank you so much."
"Yes. Then maybe it's time for you to step aside? I want to go back to the inn and sleep. It's time to run out of mental energy."
That's what the brave man tells you, but Excel won't let go of his hand.
Grabbing the brave man's hand with both hands, Excel smiles refreshingly.
"- Uh. If you don't mind, why don't you tell me your name?
"……… Why?
"It is natural to inscribe the name of the benefactor of life in your heart. Even more so if you are such a cute young lady. If I missed that opportunity, I wouldn't die."
"... I forgot my name because I have amnesia, so I'm a brave man until I remember. I mean, would you let go of my hand?
"Amnesia, oh, my God. Mr. Brave, if you like, let me help you heal that grief. If I may, I will join your party. I'm a little confident in the sword, so I'm sure I can help you."
I'm going to stroke the hand of the brave man. It pulls me as if Matari warns me to gouge my back. I know even if they don't tell me.
The eyes of the brave narrow. I totally remember. This young man is the one who made a child of three inmate women. So, it's like he said he'd join the bounty hunter or something.
"I'm on time. I'm not free enough to take a fool I don't even know."
"No, no, don't say that. I'm sure I can help you."
"Shut up."
Peel off your hand and shake it off forcefully to the exit. I wasted my time.
Excel is eating down even more.
"Ah, wait..."
The brave man, who reached the limit of patience, slapped his back fist silently. Though it has been added and subtracted.
I should have done this from the beginning. The brave men finally left their guild behind as they kicked the collapsing fools into their feet.
"... you better look at them, even if they're dictating. You would have seen me interact with you earlier. I don't think he's the one who's going with a string of strings."
Speak up to Excel, where Rob is falling. Of course, with a frightened face.
"Yes, no, I didn't mean to dictate to a boulder. I have three wives! But I wish I could have been one of them. Brave man, strong, well-dressed, great taste."
Excel squeaks his bump to himself while holding his cheek. Rob also admits only that gut, but there is blood coming from his nose.
Or I want to get into the slightest doubt that I have three wives. Anyway, he's just an adventurer.
"... if you're going to die, maybe it's not a demon, it's a lust"
When Rob groans, the drunks around him also nod to wholeheartedly agree.
"Duh, what do you mean?
"Just like that."
Seeing the pathetic interaction between Rob and Excel, Bogan squeaks.
"That young man, if Klau had watched, would have been a hundred lashes for sure."
"That's for sure. I hate my sister. She has a truthful personality. Maybe it's easy to get a thorough re-beating of your sexual roots."
"Me too, back in the day, it was like that. Just for the record."
"Once again, head, joke. A man as smart as his head is such a miserable person."
…………
"Oh, really?"
"……… Wrong person to hand"
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"Still, I can't believe there was a hot spring in this city. I feel really good."
Return to the Extreme Pavilion. At Matari's suggestion, he stopped by the bathhouse.
That's another really great addition to and subtraction from water. The brave smile on his face as he honks his body.
There were not so many people, and they were really comfortable.
The smell of blood, the smell of rot is completely removed and I am in a good mood.
"Yes, they say the city was famous for its hot springs until demons came out. Now it's only recognized as the city of the labyrinth."
"Oh well. Anyway, let's just say I'll be back. Ah, this is going to make me feel better."
I drank alcohol up the hot spring and felt drunk. All you have to do is get dressed and go to bed. The brave man is full of little happiness.
"I'm glad you're so happy! Mr. Brave, because he seemed kind of tired and unwell."
"I'm perfectly fine now. Thank you, Matari."
The brave man honestly conveyed his gratitude. Matari looks odd, as if he saw something he's unfamiliar with.
"Yes, no. Welcome."
"What's that? I don't know what that means."
"No! It's really nothing."
"Hmm. Well good. Then let's go home!
"Yes!"
When you arrive at the Eternal Pavilion, guests will see the Giro. Perhaps the matter of the Las Nubes takeover was passed on.
The master calls, but I'm tired, so I'll do it again tomorrow.
When you start going up the stairs, Limonsea talks to you from below.
"Ah, brave man. I just need to talk to you about something important."
"I'll ask again tomorrow. I want to go to bed today. I won't let anyone get in the way."
"Oh yeah? Fine then. We're not getting along."
"What the hell is that?"
To the brave inquiry, Limonsea smiled meaningfully and returned to the reception.
I don't understand, but I decide it doesn't matter and get to my room.
When you unlock it and open the door with momentum.
"Ha, welcome home. It was a long time ago again. I've had too much time and I've got my own bed. Now I want it to be a little bigger."
The two elegant beds are pressed to the edge, and the poorly tasted pink beds are assertive in the center.
It has changed to pink to the curtain. The tablecloth is also pink. Pink pink pink. It's called pinky. Human clothes rolling over and reading books are also pinky.
My eyes hurt and the brave unwittingly hold the base of my eyes.
"? What's wrong, Mr. Brave? Let's get in."
The tragedy inside is that the brave man's body is in the way and doesn't look like Matari.
"It's me, I can't sleep without my own bed and pillow. I can't help it because it's delicate. Yeah, and it's a small, poorly tasted room."
"…… excuse me."
"Hey, hey..."
Softly closing the door, the brave man decided not to see the sight now. Even if that's a real escape, no one can blame you.
The brave man accidentally sat down with the door behind his back.
From inside, there's noise like someone's complaining.
Matari is holding her body down worryingly.
When the world suddenly darkened, the consciousness of the brave broke off there.
- Apparently, the pink has exhausted my mental powers that I just recovered from in the hot springs.