Atelier Tanaka

I just walked a little bit and reached the open place.

"Huh..."

"This is not good."

The assumption was Dompisha. Monsters were ravaging the flock of green silves. What kind of monster is that, a big dragon? If you spread your wings and put them under the body floating in the sky, the shade will shade there as if it were even covered by thick clouds.

The area is a dense neighborhood of thick trees. Perhaps the sinuses of the trees, which would have been swept out by the hands of the Sylphs, can be seen there. From time to time, I can peek into Susie's face from the inside of it. It's probably their house. It's like an owl ecology.

The sense of scale is only a few hundred square meters. Fire hands are currently rising in a progressive fashion from such a green silf inside and out of the settlement. The boulder is a wooden building. Burns well. Burned silves fly that way or this way.

"A dragon! There's a dragon!" "Dragon Whoa, Dragon Whoa, Dragon Whoa, Dragon Whoa, Dragon Whoa, Dragon Whoa, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon, Dragon

The way you keep busy is like a bee broiled by smoke from a nest. It just doesn't seem as brave as a bee. Green silf just runs away. I'm rushing around between the fire-breathing trees.

By the scattering flames of dragons that float in the sky, one, and another, and when they are burned unbroken, they fall to the ground. He was just about to be killed by the way he did, and when he looked at it like this, he didn't feel slightly pitied.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The dragon barked.

From behind the guava and open mouth, you can see exactly how the flames are approaching right now.

This is a great situation for collecting Elf feathers. It is literally a great opportunity to lead to a fire scene thief. Bringing feathers from their backs that burned and fell to the ground is not such a big task. If the dragon flames also had stonewalls, they would be able to do it over to some extent.

However, let this go on the boulder.

Because it's with the cute looking green silf.

Because they're always naked.

Besides, if you did your best to side with them here, there is a very low probability that an individual will fall in love with this soy sauce face. How about that, you might get the mobile lower body gear you've dreamed of.

I want to keep boggling my whole life with the fairy who rides me higgies.

"I'm coming!

I just put in a short no and turn back to the dragon.

It's not like I'm talking about an avant-garde guard.

"Oh, a little while..."

I heard Gogol over my shoulder, but I don't care.

The situation contends for a moment.

It's a fireball on both the raven and the corner.

It's a fireball for the dragon.

"Fireball!

Fortunately, they don't realize this one exists.

Dragons ravaging Green Silf settlements with moderately flaming flames about what is the purpose. No heart or fire hands seem to spread around the settlement. Will they who flee be stirred by the flames and gathered together in nature and its centre?

This is it. I guess it's a formula to collect it in one place and take a breath.

Are you kidding me?

This is the situation that unilaterally supplements the enemy. In the form of an unintentional strike, a large number of fireballs are fired by dragons. It is a fireball from the shade of a tree to hide itself between the trees so that it cannot be found by the opponent.

"Huh!?

Dozens of flaming chunks are already looming by the time they realize it.

Same fastball.

Zudon, Zudon, the sound of a good economy rings. It's louder than the bursting sound of the launch fireworks you hear in close proximity, so much so that it shivers billibly across the atmosphere to the inside of your stomach. When the blast arrives, the clothes are stiffened.

After taking this, it seemed like a few dragons moved.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The roar of a different sound rises.

At the same time, the wings moved greatly.

After only a few bumps, the giant floats in the sky in large measure. It's a form of rising dozens of meters and looking down at the settlement over the sky. Under the blue sky, the appearance too big reminds me of one day's dragon exorcism or one day's train.

"Knock..."

Wow. I thought we'd move on to counterattack.

Stand by to exercise Stonewall at any time.

Establish consciousness to check status at the same time.

However, I guess I enjoyed the fireball for the rest of my life. Soon after checking his physical condition, the enemy flipped early and flew away from the area. Will it be decided that he apparently escaped because there is no way to go back after waiting a while?

The fact that this one was unilaterally attacked does not make it possible to confirm his appearance.

It's called Phoenix, it's called this dragon, and the creatures of the Dark Continent are always cautious, isn't this guy? I looked familiar to him somewhere. Maybe he, like Tori again, is the kind of deal he brought in yesterday on the train.

There must have been a Great Dragon or something like that.

I did bad things to Green Silf, for example.

However, I would like them to decide that before they try to kill us, well, each other. Instead, to cover the entire settlement, restorative magic and other exercises shall at least provide care for the safe Silves.

"Heels!"

It hurts. It hurts. Fly away.

A huge magic formation emerged to cover the entire settlement. In the light of its brilliance, the bodies of the silves that were falling to the ground heal.

There's just nothing I can do about it, even the trees that have been burned by boulders. Even now, when the fire hand rises there, the sound of the fire rising can be heard.

It's going to be quite a fire if I let it go, but what am I going to do with this?

"... really got rid of the dragon"

In the middle, my voice accidentally hung from behind me.

It's Gogol.

It's still a beautiful and adorable voice.

"The other person was helpful in a prudent individual"

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He stares at me silently at what he thinks by example.

Sarah's silver hair overlapping brown skin and exotic red eyes peeking beneath it. What a powerful thing to have a crisp, large eyeball, but with a slight drop in the eyelid and a tenuous glimpse of a jitty eye staring at this one upwards.

Something like this, I don't feel like I'm being seen deep inside my heart.

"What's wrong?

"... sticky"

"Must be a prior promise, sorry for the unsolicited behavior"

"turned out to be the best"

"I hope you say so."

Talk to Gogol properly.

Doing so, the scattered Green Silves gathered beneath us. You must be distracted by the voice of the conversation. The appearance of increasing the number of one and one is quite tense.

"It's flat yellow," "There's flat yellow," "There's goggles too," "There's flat yellow and goggles," "Flat yellow is with goggles," "Goggles and flat yellow came," "Goggles frightened, goggles frightened," "I just did. Flat yellow drove away the dragon." "Flat yellow drove away the dragon?

That and words overlap, and it quickly becomes busy.

"What's with the flat yellow?" "Gogol frightened, Gogol frightened," "Flat yellow is pretty good with Gogol?" "Flat yellow, tough," "Flat yellow hungry for dragons," "Flat yellow fireballed," "Flat yellow, not touching?" "Gogol frightened, Gogol abrasive," "Flat yellow, really strong?" "Flat yellow, frightened?" "Flat yellow, frightened even though you're human?

What a fornicating creature.

Couscous and I just don't get laughed at, although it would still be better.

In the midst of those exchanges, one of the many floating silves flew in with Fuyo to a distance that could be touched if he reached out. It's just about this umbilical height. It would be a distance-free feeling in front of a man who was about to be killed once.

It makes me feel natural.

In contrast, the opponent stares this way at Ji and asks.

"Flat yellow, silf-friendly?

I've been cumming.

What a cute guy. Damn.

The small animal sensation that comes from all over me invites me to a protective appetite without refusal. On the other hand, equipped with her left hand, she is also driven by the desire to swing hard up and down while doing the mouse with her right hand. The feeling that two treacherous feelings grind inside the mind is extremely ecstasy.

Double don in open suzy.

Where the words of the same individual are heard, the other Sylphs also look at us all together. Everyone and everyone in the nearly three-digit herd, if you notice, was paying uniform attention to yourself and Gogol. It would be the eye of anticipation.

Then it is not stingy to answer this.

"Flat yellow is very kind to silf"

You can have flat yellow now. It's okay.

I'll spare you that fine Susie.

Soon after, from the Sylphs, his voice starts to rise again.

"Flat yellow is silf-friendly!" "Flat yellow is silf-friendly!" "Flat yellow is with Gogol!" "Gogol and flat yellow together?" "Silf-friendly flat yellow goes with Gogol!" "Gogol is with silf-friendly flat yellow!" "Gogol is silf-friendly?" "Gogol is silf-friendly yellow flat?" "Flat yellow is Gogol?" "Gogol?" "Gogol?

It's a bit of a bad mix, but is it okay?

Or is this the manifestation of their excitement?

Gogol. Gogol.

Gogol in question there, ahead of nature and the consciousness of the Silves.

"... Gogol is silf-friendly"

Then I read the air, cockle, my heart tender brown lolita that snorts

As soon as I did, there was a grin on the faces of the Sylphs.

"Flat yellow and goggles are silf-friendly!" "Flat yellow and goggles are friends of silf!" "Flat yellow and goggles are with silf!" "Flat yellow, good human!" "Goggles are good goggles," "Flat yellow, alone?" "Flat yellow and goggles together!

"Flat yellow together!" "Gogol with flat yellow! Gogol Takeshi? Going to Gogol?" "Gogol Probably All Right," "Gogol Probably Going," "Flat Yellow, Silf Friendly!" "The flat yellow is with me, it's soggy!

By way of example, a super-fast majority vote.

As a result, apparently the flat yellow was sided by Green Silf.

Gogol is also certified fine in a manner that corresponds to this.

Good. Good.

"Apparently, we don't have to be attacked this time."

"... right"

Will this one be comfortable where they snorted at each other again?

However, the neighborhood, burned by the flames of the dragon, still has firehands up. Thanks to the burning of the rash, temperatures seem to rise for a long time. Even standing like this is enough to make you sweat on your forehead.

Naturally, the Sylphs are not calm either.

Where the immediate crisis has left, that consciousness turns to nature and our own settlements.

"My house is burning, my house is burning," "The fire is bobo," "If you don't put it out, you have to put it out," "I'm gonna lose my house," "Come on, come on, come on, come on, let's put out the fire," "My house is gone," "My house is burning," "If you leave it out, it's gonna burn," "Let's put out the fire, let's put out the fire,"

Of the numerous individuals gathered, some take the initiative and rise to the sky. Its altitude is enough to reach the top of the trees that grew in the neighborhood. Now watch what they do with some tension as to what they intend to do.

Then, at the tip of the little hands raised in the front, a magic formation emerged.

It's like the watercraft magic Zophy showed me when it was released.

However, it seems to increase output somewhat. It was released from the heads of the trees to the ground, as if it were a momentum reminiscent of a water discharge vehicle, and occasionally shredded the momentum of the flames again. What a difficult fire extinguishing activity for a single person if the number is gathered.

Will you feel fantasy again, looking at the different colored rainbows hanging in the sky?

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It only took another half hour for the neighborhood, which had been burned by the flames of dragons, to be extinguished by magical water. When all the fire is lost, the rakako is flooded, and the ground is muddy.

This is the end of Mr. Fairy's garden, which would have been very fantastic.

"Ouch, it's gone," "Ouch, it's gone," "Ouch, we need to make it again," "Today, where shall we say good night," "No more," "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey," "I want to be home," "Ouch, I don't have it," "Ouch, it's gone," "But hey," "Let's not be rough," "It's rough," "It's not rough," "It's not rough."

All the places you get whined about are on your pathetic body.

Those unexpected sounds were the casual words of an individual.

"My house is still hanging out."

"sloppy," "sloppy," "jealous," "I want one too," "of, of," "of, very much," "why, why, why," "why don't you have one of mine?" "Don't you have one of mine?" "Why, why?" "sloppy," "sloppy," "sloppy," "sloppy," "sloppy," "sloppy."

"... after all, not anymore"

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There's a whole lot out there that's not good enough for a majority.

As it is, they are likely to move towards an extremely sad end, with democracy on their way. It is a little horror that the behavior of the silfs, who gather their gaze to certain individuals with few words, comes after seeing the serenity of the plain but also the fornication.

'Cause it's a true face.

I'm not even laughing at this.

You've smiled so much before.

Where did the dull, dull, dull guy go?

"I'm not peeking. You're not snooping, are you? It's not..."

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One-of-a-kind with an absolute line of excuses.

It is easy to imagine a future in which Susie and the others will tour their homes and start a bloody feud. Because this is a dark continent. He's a cute looking fairy, but he's still, I don't know, different from a human being. The hedge of reason and instinct seems to have been made a little lower.

I can't watch it on a boulder.

As a former homeowner brave, this would be a challenge to be solved as soon as possible.

"Um, one suggestion from me..."

The voice of nature and suggestion had been spoken.

Individuals who were gathering sights from their peers react with us first.

"There's something about a flat face!

It's a hurried look somewhere. Maybe the same hassle has happened in the past and the Solemn Class has actually run. Thinking about it is strange because this adorable creature makes it seem awful and horrible.

I guess there's a guy in the group called The Hardship of Being a Group.

"What's wrong with flat yellow?" "What does a flat yellow do?" "What are we going to do?" "What happens to us?" "We don't have enough of you," "Of, of us, of us, of us," "Where does the flat yellow come from?" "I can't entertain flat yellow." "Flat yellow with you on the ground?" "" With you? Together? "

"Nojuku must be hard on boulders. I give you all a home from me."

"Oh, will you?" "Home? Home?" "Can I have a flat yellow?" "Of silf, on a tree," "Of flat yellow, on a tree?" "The tree's burned." "Big tree, not much." "How do you make us?" "Everybody quit, nothing's up," "Flat yellow, are you lying to Silf?

"No, I'm not lying. It doesn't work for boulders, but if it's about until you decide where to move, I'm assuming enough to live. Of course, it's never impossible."

"Are you going to come home?" "Really?" "I want our home!" "Of which, of which!" "I want to be home," "I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home," "I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home, I want to be home." "Of which, I want," "Flat yellow, of which, of which, of which," "Of which, if you give me, I'm so happy with silf," "Silf, I'm so happy," "Silf, Mixed"

Excellent food.

After all, a homeowner is a great thing. Don't you know much about this green silf? I don't hate this feeling that we can understand each other, even if we're different races.

"Instead, is it possible to have a few wings split from your people who died in the fire earlier? That much is not necessary. As far as I'm concerned, it would be enough if I could just get a few."

"Bullshit!" "You can have it if you want." "Take it!" "Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead," "Just like it" "You can take it with you at all!" "If you want us, take it," "Silf, I won't lie," "Silf, I promise you right," "So I want you," "I want you," "I want you," "I want you," "I want you," "I want you," "I want you," "I want you,"

All right, negotiations are under way.

The secret drug of rejuvenation I even dreamed of.

If that ingredient reaches out, we're almost there.

"If that's the case, I get it. Let me build you a house."

This is Dade. He hasn't built a city in the Plains of Radius. Building technology by Stonewall gained in the process is a big deal. Compared to houses for humans, there are some size differences, but others are similar as long as you clear that point.

Let's make one here, crisp.

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About a few hours after the start of the work, the Silves' home was completed.

It would not have taken so long if it had been one. However, it was convenient for a voice wanting a house to cross the triple digits, and it took a commensurate amount of time to finish building all of it. Even if it's a few minutes of construction per case, if it's over a hundred, it'll give you days at a time.

By the time I finished making everything thanks to it, the area was dark.

"... awesome magic. I don't think he's human."

Standing right next to me, Gogol shrugged.

At the end of her gaze, there is a line of houses that have just finished building this way. The design is terribly simple, and the early story is the bird's nest box. This is provided post wise, about three to five meters high, mounted individually, one at a time, on the pillars that serve as struts.

The place is a depressed and wooded neighborhood, moving a little north from the settlement site, which has been burned open by the flames of the dragon. I understood in my adventures up until the other day that places easily supplemented from the sky were dangerous.

I don't even think it burns a little or softly. It's a substitute for letting Phoenix even withstand the flames it emits yesterday, but that's why it would be stupid to place it in grandeur. Follow the town when you enter it. Hiddenly placed in the woods.

For those reasons, the fairy's posts line up between the trees.

"Flat yellow, wow!" "Wow! Wow!" "Flat yellow, we made it" "We made it! We made it!" "Awesome home, cute!" "Awesome home, cool!" "Wow, the floor is flat!" "Of flat yellow, flat!" "Flat! Flat!" "Flat!" "Flat!

I guess it's because I don't feel very complimented.

Put a smile on that face and the silves that make all that noise with it. Apparently you were satisfied, oh, more than anything. Already in the nest hole, with a full grin, there's also a peek in the face from the other side of the hole.

A different sense of fulfilment fills my chest than when I made the city.

Again, these creative jobs are good.

It's kind of more fun than being mindless in your aristocratic relationship.

"You seem satisfied, more importantly."

Nature and this one makes me smile.

Such a thing of its own and one silf flew in with a fuyo fuyo. If you look closely, it is an individual who, shortly after cumming out that his home is safe, was jealous of himself from within his companions early on, and has been named to the jade.

Of course, I made her share.

When she was questioning this, she offered her hand to the front.

There is something light green on the raised hand.

"Maybe this..."

"Silf feathers, I've got them. I'll give you this, flat yellow."

"Oh, my God, thank you for this. Thank you for taking the time."

Apparently, you got me something I promised you.

It is an act which, from her point of view, is tantamount to stripping the corpses of her compatriots. I don't know if you were happy with the gift of your home for the rest of your life, or if, for Silf, the body of a compatriot is positioned to that extent.

However, in any case, let's just say that I thank you honestly now and take it.

"Take it, take it"

"Thank you."

Receive feathers from small hands.

Busamen got green silf feathers.

We did it.

I'm one step closer to the secret drug of rejuvenation.

When I received the feathers, my own fingers touched the flat of her hand, and it was my only secret that I was not less thrilled to take to the graveyard. It's a rare experience, such as physical contact with naked Susie. Isn't that the first time?

I almost fell in love by accident.

"... good for you"

"Yeah, right. And I owe it to you."

From right next door, a beautiful and adorable voice can be delivered.

It's Gogol.

Nice, Gogol.

Gogol, Gogol.

I want to gnaw a pink bella peeking through my brown mouth with my index finger and thumb. I'm sure it's salivally null, raw warm, and comfortable. Eventually, I want to awaken my days with an overflowing tap saliva dotted in my morning sleeping eyes.

"... I didn't do anything"

"If it weren't for you, it would have been over by the time I got here."

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Somehow, I feel like I've met a normal girl since the Toddler of Guidance. Because all the heterosexuals around him were habitual people, a heterosexual acquaintance who could normally give these casual talks can be seen as something very fresh.

I want you to talk to Gogol all the time, all the time.

I don't want to go back to the Penny Empire any more.

"So thanks also to you. Thank you."

"... sticky"

You lit up, Gogol, pointing that way.

Is this still that, hot or harem phase?

Apparently, you've visited us, too, with the legendary Hustle Time.

I want to let Gogol live.

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When this one shuts up, two people lose nature and conversation.

I also love the cool thing about the low number of words like that.

It's like watching and raping Gogol with that look on his face.

Doing so, my voice hung from the side of Green Silf.

"Flat yellow," "silf, flaky, flaky," "silf, flaky," "I got help from the dragon," "we got home," "silf, flaky," "very happy," "flaky, flaky, flaky yellow."

"Flat yellow," "Hey, hey, hey," "Flat yellow is human," "Human goodness," "Human goodness," "What's good?" "What makes humans happy?" "What's with the treat?" "How are you?" How are you? "" I'd love a flat yellow. "" What would you like a flat yellow? "" "What makes humans happy?

Apparently, what do you want me to do?

But as for this one, it's enough when I get the feathers.

Plus, we have unlimited time to worship Susie, which is the ultimate in joy.

If you can also offer me an offer, I would like to offer you all one of my companions for the trip. There's so many of them, I don't know if they'll find out where one of them got puked.

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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

That's what I got, too, and let's just say goodbye.

"I'm so glad to hear your concern for Green Silf. However, I apologize for the fascinating suggestion, but it's time for me to excuse myself. I've got a lot more to do and I don't know why I'm staying too long..."

It was about the time I opened my mouth to say hello to the tightening.

Very close, a loud burst sounded zdon.

"Huh..."

Dah, lost where it goes on, get up with nature.

This is the same for Gogol next to himself again.

The Sylphs start making a scene.

"I heard a loud noise!" "It sounded! It sounded!" "What noise?" "What is this noise?" "That's better." "That's better! It's the night, it's the night!" "How can you be at night?" "" Akari! Akari! "" Akari of what? "" How come? "" "How did that happen?"

"Yes! Yes!" "Yes, I do! There's a tree!" "I should have turned it off, why? Why?" "Why, are you here?" "Because I'm on fire! Because it's on fire!" "How did you catch fire?" "Because they set me on fire! Because they set me on fire!" "Who lit the fire?" "Ah..."

Ahead of our stare, a giant body was pictured between the trees.

"" "" "It's a dragon!

As the Green Silves cried out, there was a dragon figure in the sky.

That looks familiar, too.

Probably the same individual as earlier.

During the day, there was no mistake in the process of assaulting their settlement.

"Looks like you're here for revenge..."

You have a lot of guts for the creatures of the Dark Continent.

The boulder is a dragon. I'm not like every Tori.

Perhaps I have just visited Vengeance and feel angry because the settlement of the day is Sukkarakan. If you think of the whereabouts of a blazing flame that does not involve direction, you can also deduce naturally. What a self-absorbed dragon.

Leaving him alone, he will once again be wrapped in the midst of the flames, even to the fairies' houses that he has built. That's all we absolutely have to avoid. It is not stingy to save this as one's thoughts toward the same haves.

"You all stay back. I'll handle it."

Take a step toward the side of the dragon.

Then in response, Gogol hung up on me

"Wait a minute."

"I can't afford to wait"

"The opponent is an enchanted dragon. This time it doesn't necessarily work as well as it did earlier. You should move carefully. I work for the avant-garde. You move as a guard."

"... enchanted dragon, is it?

Seriously.

You're one of the Lorrigons.

When a boulder tells you that, don't take a step back.

But then there's a danger to you.

As its mouth suggests, Gogol felt pretty strong.

But the enchanted dragon is something else.

Even on a level basis, they are powerful enemies where several times the inequality exists.

Oh, yeah.

Whatever it is, you should check their status.

Because even the same enchanted dragon would be quite wide.

Name: Christina

Gender: Female

Race: Enchanted Dragon

Level: 2999

Job: Town Manager

HP: 10950000/10950000

MP: 7900000/99000000

STR: 1837504

VIT: 757402

DEX: 922994

AGI: 23040000

INT: 878030

LUC: 23329

Seriously.

It's like a lorigon, or a lorigon itself.

Definitely also from the point that Job is the mayor of the town.

I thought you looked familiar on the street. It wasn't yesterday's train, it was a watch before that. I think I've only seen a lollipop lately here, so I totally forgot who I am.

I mean, I don't understand how the guy who was supposed to have sent the demon-led aristocracy to the capital, Kalis, could show up on a dark continent. Could it be in the middle of a comeback?

I don't want to see Lorigon's family for a second.

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Well, let's prioritize forest conservation now.

The other person doesn't seem to have noticed this presence.

If I let him go, it's about him, he'll burn everything down. From across the dark continent, it is a slight forest fire but fatal in the colonies of nascent green silf. Is it something that makes you do it?

"Um, excuse me"

"What?"

"There's one thing here, can't you leave it to me?

No way I'm gonna hit Gogol on the Lorigon.

So talk to me.

If the other person is a Lovely Dragon, it doesn't matter what the response is.

"If I let you, what happens?

"We'll explain the details later. It just never gets bad."

I'm talking about staring into Ji's eyes.

I'll make sure to contain any further damage.

Then this sincerity must have come through.

"... ok"

"Thank you"

Gogol who honestly nodded about the out-of-the-box.

To get ahead of her, to the dragon, is a lot of flying magic.

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Fly more than between the trees and show up at the present time of the dragon.

Then, instantly, a remarkable reaction came back from the other person.

"Become..."

Startling voices leak more than dragon-style Christina.

Unlike her in lolita mode, that's all that makes her snort so loud. Make this garment stand in front of you look patchy. Still a big output. One of the eyeballs has the same torso, so it's a natural output.

"Apparently you noticed. Mr. Christina."

Why are you in a place like this?

"That's the dialogue here. What happened to Mr. Farren's transfer?

The promise we made in Dragon City is to deliver the Demon Guided Nobility to the capital, Calis. After repeated explanations, Lorigon herself thought it would be okay for the boulder this time because it was a place where she was taking her feet several times.

"Well, well, well..."

Lorigon starting to panic as soon as possible.

No way, you've eaten a demon-guided aristocrat, or something like that.

"... Mr. Christina?

Keep your voice a little lower and ask for tough faces.

Then the blurb, something about the tip of the tail, began to shake.

"No! Beh, you can't stick around!? Nothing. No! Wah, wah, because I didn't do anything!? It's just that he wants to, ah, he wants to... '

Lorigon to repeat a statement that sometime and in an imperative phase does not get guidelines.

Could this guy be, is that it? On the road, or after the arrival of the capital, Calis, you think you got a handached counter from the Lorigon as a result of the overflowing virginity of the demon-led aristocracy? As a result, the dragon in front of me returns to the Dark Continent, like.

Hey, hey, on the boulder. That's unexpected, you magical nobleman.

"Where's Mr. Farren?

I'll ask him to try it.

Then his voice rose just a little further away.

"Here I am"

From between the trees, Su and people came up with flying magic.

Oh, my God, aren't you with me?

I was a little freaked out because it would appear normal for me to do so.

"Mr. Farren? But I was returned to the capital city of Kalis..."

Good. My guess is a hassle.

But then why are you two on a dark continent? Could it be that the virginity of the magical guidance aristocracy even attacked the enchanted dragon, and now the two are exactly in the middle of visiting their daughter-in-law's home?

Let's grab some green silf for a souvenir.

"You said it before, too. What about the Dark Continent?"

"Yeah, well, I do remember talking to you."

When did you have lunch in Calis, the capital of the world, at the restaurant recommended by the Apocalyptic Nobility? When I received the keyword Green Silf from the editor, I remember hearing about the Dark Continent.

"From the elves who taught you alchemy, I had the opportunity to ask why you were turning your consciousness to the Dark Continent. So I heard a story about wanting green silf feathers."

"I see? But why are you heading there?"

"I owe you a lot of money in the last case."

"No way, that's all?

"Besides, I myself still have no interest in the Dark Continent. There the wings of the enchanted dragon were ships across. I didn't think I had a hand in not using this."

"I see."

Understood.

"Besides, this dragon seems to have kept a close eye on you."

"Eh..."

tingling, the tail of the lorigon trembled.

Loud at the same time.

"Yes, shut up! You must have been the first one to say it! Ningen! I didn't fly all the way here because you said so!

"Oh, you're right"

"Guru, Guru, Guru"

Kristina rattles her throat to intimidate the demonic aristocracy.

Speaking of opposing magic jerks, I'm used to meeting them and comparing them to the beginning. I'm staring at this with a cool look. Now the Demon Guided Noble feels invincible against the Lorrigon.

It seems friendly more than anything.

But when it comes to those stories, it's also a bit of a hassle.

"I'm so glad you two care. Thank you."

"Never mind. Like I said, I'm probably interested in helping myself."

"Oh, I was just thanked by Omae and I'm not so happy!

In contrast to the magical guiding aristocracy that lets you speak plainly.

The tail of the Roligon, which strengthens and shows, is loose to the left and right.

"I just don't know about baking green silf settlements on boulders. Things will have boundaries. I've given some thought to the convenience of being burned, and I don't think the bees will hit me."

"Eh..."

Every tail stretched, bicum again, nervously pinned.

Compared to Lolita mode, it's easy to understand yet, Lorigon.

"Silf and the like, what do you do with the weak creatures?"

"Isn't that what you care about, Mr. Farren?"

"Become... Gu..."

Yuri Dragon shifting from nervousness to amazement and anger.

Even if the appearance changes dramatically, the contents are as if they haven't changed.

"That and the feather in question, but I was able to get it safely. So I was hoping you could cook the woods before. Of course, I am very glad that you moved for me in this way. Mr. Christina."

"So, Bebe, I didn't do it for you." Because Ningen there says he can't handle it, I just carried him this far. More or less, hey, because there isn't!?

"Still, I'm happy with what I'm happy with."

"Eh..."

Lorigon's tail slowly begins to shake left and right again.

Is he aware of it?

No, you wouldn't have noticed.

If you are aware, it will stop soon enough.

This lovely metronome.

"So could you spare me any more flames?

'... okay. If that's all you have to say, it'll be good.'

"Thank you"

I feel like I've gotten used to the way Christina handles things gradually lately.

Apparently, it was a sign that he was going to be able to collect the hassle safely.

However, not everything converges peacefully.

The voices were directed against themselves and the lorigons facing each other in the corner of the sky, lower than the demon-guided aristocracy, more than the green silves gathered between the trees.

"Flat yellow, with the dragon?" "Dragon, with flat yellow?" "Why? Why?" "Why talk to the flat yellow, dragon?" "Dragon, flat yellow and good?" "Why? Why?" "Why dragon, flat yellow?" "Flat yellow, not pretty with silf?

The doubt will be natural.

And their democracy flowed in an extremely natural direction.

"Flat yellow, pretty good with dragons," "Dragons, flat yellow with dragons," "More than silf, flat yellow with dragons, pretty good," "Flat yellow with dragons," "Not just flat yellow. Besides Ningen, I'm here, I'm with Dragon, I'm Ningen, I'm with Dragon.

Where suspicion aroused suspicion, individuals who could not know anyone muttered.

"Flat yellow, he said he wanted silf feathers"

With his voice in his ear, he turns, and the silves boil.

"Flat yellow, did you deceive Silf?" "I want silf feathers, so did you come with the dragon?" "Of silf, the dragon did it." "Dragon, it's good with ningen." "Ningen, did you ask the dragon?" "Flat yellow, came with the dragon." "Flat yellow, dragon and naked."

"Silf and Flat Yellow, Wasn't Together," "Dragon and Ningen, Together," "Dragon and Flat Yellow, Together," "Flat Yellow Is Together with Dragon," "Of Silf, Dragon Done," "Dragon and Ningen," "Dragon and Flat Yellow," "Ouch, Done, Done, Done," "Ouch, Done, Done, Done, Done,"

I knew it would happen.

It's just that you're scared of Christina on the boulder, and there's nothing like attacking me face to face like before. It's just bossy on the far-roll and the blame just goes up.

Personally, this one's more damaging.

It was never intended, but it turned out to be a form of conspiracy. I may be able to arrange excuses, but no way would it be difficult for you to believe me.

This is gusseted to the chest.

…………

What an answer.

"Guru, they're loud."

With a string of greensilves voices as his ears, Lorrigon rang his throat.

They close their pitch mouths accordingly, and tremble as they stretch themselves out on the spot. I wonder, he runs away with us to scatter the spider child.

"I'm frightened!" "Let's pour! Let's roll! Let's roll from the dragon!" "Shinky, lots more, Shinky!" "Come on! Quickly!" "Without a nag, it's a lot!" "Dragon frightened! Dragon frightened!" "Ningen frightened too! Ningen is frightened too!" "Gogol is frightened too! Gogol is frightened too!" "Everybody's frightened! It's frightening!"

Oh, my God, the friendship I built with Suzies collapsed with one of Christina's glances. I wasn't even given a respite to line up my excuses.

Sadness that didn't even allow me to say goodbye.

"Mr. Christina......"

"Eh...... Ke, but!?

"It's all because of my mistakes. They're not responsible."

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Human beings are creatures who pay attention to detail.

I want you to take a big look at all that.

"Nevertheless, there is no reason to stay here any longer"

It's an unfortunate farewell and I can't cut it. But there are things like that. Given their annoyance, it would be a good idea to just pull up here.

More importantly, the figure of the lorigon floating in the sky stands out.

In case you get inspired by this, and other monsters come together, you can't even get eyes on them. If you think weakly and forcefully, you need to be careful, though you think it's okay.

"Mr. Farren, let's go back to the coastal settlements once and for all"

"Um, if you say so, let's just say so"

"Thank you"

"Guru, Guru"

Christina seems unhappy with what she is, but I can't argue with this.

Probably fine.

I don't know what to say, but would you like me to transform it into Lolita mode? If you continue on your way to the garrison, you will be attacked at ten to eighty-nine. I've failed in the Green Silf settlement, but I definitely want to avoid it in people.

"Mr. Christina. Excuse me, but can't you be a person?

"Ah? Why do you have to look like a person?"

"Because we feel closer to you, too, as friends."

"Eh..."

The tail wobble grew.

It works great.

Whenever we talk to each other in Slam Street, it's working.

"Can't you?

'... okay. I'll do as you say. "

All right, now I think I can calm down.

◇ ◆ ◇

Christina descended to the ground as she grew smaller.

I just saw what it looked like, and Gogol asked me.

"... is that really an enchanted dragon?

Naturally. That stupid big dragon turned into a little girl smaller than herself, so you'll want to talk about one of your doubts. Even I was very surprised when I first saw it. In fact, I had completely lost sight of her earlier in dragon mode.

"Yeah, that's right."

Nod honestly and respond.

Then the magical guide nobleman opened his mouth to respond to her inquiry.

That gaze goes and goes between Gogol and himself.

"Brown skin, silver hair, and its tail..."

"What's wrong? Mr. Farren."

"You were acting with the Gogols?

"Did you know? I've met him since I visited this one and he's had a lot of kindness. The world seems to say this, but if it's going to happen, I hope you can treat it the same way we do."

You're a beautiful girl with a racially inhumane frame.

We need to make a proper appeal here.

Fortunately, she seems to have an understanding of magic, so if the Demonic Noble is the opponent, she'll be fine. He doesn't care at all if he magically finds out, whether he's wide or narrow nostalgia, because he's a hard man to judge.

I don't know what I thought, but, uh, what's wrong?

With Gogol in sight, it begins to haunt the aristocracy.

"The Gogols are not supposed to be distributed on the Dark Continent, but are they influxes from outside? But those men are no different than men. Given the extent of the monsters on this continent, I can't think of a party to welcome the Gogols, but there have been some rare stories."

"Really?

"Indeed, the capabilities of the Gogol tribe are very useful. But touching and circling the creatures of this continent is too risky. Instead, I don't think the power is to show true value in places where there are a lot of people..."

Demonic aristocrats who have entered self-questioning mode.

The beginning and end of something begins to whine with a bump with a difficult look.

Beside him like that, Lorrigon showed a reaction.

…………

Not to talk about anything, but to remain silent, just walk a dozen meters with Tokotoko. With a terrible and magical face, I withdrew to take a distance from this one. The glance stares at Gogol with an unafraid look.

It's a very unusual reaction from them.

"Both of you, what's wrong?

"... aren't you the high goalie?

"Hi, Gogol?"

With that said, I think her status had such a statement.

Don't think I'm a high Gogol.

"says it's high goggles!?

With Christina's whining as her ear, the magical nobility also flew herself by flight magic to distance herself from us. Nature and its feet are in the shape of a line beside her. That look seems more nervous than a lorigon. The area around the cheek is cramped with pimples.

"... Mr. Farren?

What's wrong with you?

It is still unusual to walk away from an object of interest.

"I remember reading about it in some book before, when there were Gogol tribes distributed on the dark continent. Was that the library in the school city? No, no, it's just a bibliography of the history of the Grand Holy Nation. Yeah, that's the only place I read it. Definitely."

"Mr. Farren, do you know anything about her?

I ask you again and again.

'Cause the atmosphere now, it's not very good.

That's not wacky, that's not cockroach, is it? I feel like I was told.

I already grabbed it.

"You said we just met here, didn't you? Is that true?

"Yeah, it's true. A little further north than here."

Talk about meeting my dear brown lolita.

The homeless round grass bedding was the cutest. Again, poor beautiful girls are great. Think virginally, Red Poor Cool, or the girl you want to be your daughter-in-law, who's always the top ranker to keep you at the top.

But the Demon Guided Noble becomes a sinister face for what he does not like.

"… then it is likely that this person is right"

This person would be referring to Christina.

So I don't get that.

It's Gogol in the first place. It sounds like something I've heard somewhere, but I can't remember the details. Maybe since we arrived at the Penny Empire. It's just that I was calling my brain goggles because of something myself, so maybe I'm mistaken.

Sure, Gogol is strong. But since there's a Roligon right next door that's far stronger than her, will it be necessary to go out of your way to get a distance? Aren't you rude to Gogol? I don't think that's a good idea.

"Was it High Gogol? Yeah, I do think she's one of those races. But what's wrong with that? I think Mr. Farren and others to my knowledge seem to react without a trace. I don't understand because you're going to tell me so much."

"... do you understand?

"I intend to understand the approximate circumstances..."

Gogol is homeless without an inn.

I am the new American Baron of the Penny Empire.

I see a near future where the Baron of New America can turn the homeless without an inn to the side room.

"Behold... shall we put him beside us?

"Is there something wrong?

"Huh..."

The face of the magical guide aristocrat stained with amazement.

It's an unprecedented surprise.

I've seen it every once in a while, but this time it's amazing.

I don't really get the guidelines, so I'll try to change where I'm going to ask.

"Mr. Christina."

When I call the name, its gaze is diverted from Tsi's and it goes in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

Is it a procedure that even the enchanted dragon has to be upset about? No, no, no, I don't think so. On the status, he's much higher. More importantly, the extremely high self-esteem Lorrigon avoids fisting at once, etc.

Why?

I have no idea.

"What is it? Both of you."

I don't know why.

When I asked again, it was the demonic nobility by way of example who answered me.

"I know it's bad to say these things in front of you and that person, but I can't be plain, understanding that I'm also being read by the boulder. When you actually face it like this, oh, you're still nervous about being out of the box."

"... Read your mind, is it? What's that all about?

"No way, you didn't understand?

"Huh? No, before I understand, I haven't been able to grasp the situation. How did you two distance yourselves from us? It's as if I or she had a plague of a bad nature."

…………

…………

When this one answered, Lorrigon with the Magic Guide nobleman who will try to exchange his gaze somehow. It feels like we're seeing each other with our eyes, but it seems like we're very close, and I'm going to be jealous by accident. I want to have a sight conversation with Lorigon, too.

No, not if you're thinking about it now.

"Excuse me, may I ask you more about Gogol?

"Oh, oh, okay"

One cough really small, and the Demon Guided Noble continued.

"The Gogols read the minds of their skin-touched counterparts. You'll understand that around here. Even among the nobles, it is used for conspiracy. Demand also exists, although there is a tendency to be hated as a race. Hence the minimum status in the public."

What? That's the first time.

Oh, I remember.

Gogol, it's Zophy's dad.

Indeed, if I recall it now, it was a statement that felt like it.

In a lie finder sense.

"I see, you did"

Good.

It's good not to be too intense sexual harassment. Thank God I weighed myself down. More specifically, it's good to have spent time without a body touch. If it was a little late, I might have touched it. Something very disturbing about the touch of brown skin. Nadenade Superior.

A boulder is a magical nobleman, and it's a good time to give advice.

He would be a critical safest.

"To that extent..."

"However, the high goggles that live on the dark continent are not limited to touch. You can read whatever you want in the mind of the creature you put in its sight. I've checked the old book for that range, but it's roughly as far as the spear can reach."

…………

"Neither did I expect a day to worship this eye. It is also very powerful as a race, and about a hundred or so decades ago, a curious individual entered the Great Sacred Kingdom, talking about the Virgin of the time and scratching around its neighborhood. That was the beginning of the famous Saint Rebellion."

It wasn't safe at all.

It's totally out.

Ahead of nature and gaze, there's Gogol. Lovely staring at this one jiggly uppermost. Reach out and you'll be touched. How easy it is to reach a spear. Rather, it is too close and so distant that it is difficult to hit the part of the blade.

I mean, this is, uh, what?

Hello.

"... hello"

Seriously.

I got through.

We made it through deep, Gogol.