Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The figure of a merchant protected by hunters and mercenaries was now visible, little by little from the Mido continent.

- Looks like Moro's got a boat regiment coming.

When Irida came home from work, she drank up a cold water split of gokurygokuri and red coconut wine, and then said that.

Irida, who had been guiding and escorting the Albaumis since the early morning, really liked the cold cup on this working-up kink.

"They'll have a job, too, and you don't have to pick them up."

I never finished with a cup, but I gave the stone jock to the collector to get dressed.

The collector made a cold water split, as usual, and then gave it to Yobi as well.

"Thank you. It's been about two and a half seasons since I moved to Ubar."

Yobi received it as he thanked the collector, snarling his throat and drinking it up.

Azrona crawls back to Yobi like that.

By the way, Snow White was staring at the countless grilled chickens placed on the enclosure and indulging in the grilling. Those eyes were just craftsmen, and they were actually the best when it came to baking meat.

"It's been so long..."

The Nirufals may come about once or twice a year.

But then two or three days and Nirufal didn't show up, and when the collector wondered if he was going from here.

In the evening, Nirufal visited the rock hole.

He said he had already distributed water in Moro and met with the Ubar chiefs to find out what was going on in the city.

"I don't really feel like it's been a long time... but Azlona's done fine"

Nirufal strokes the hyena of Azlona, who has just welcomed you.

"Well, don't sit down"

As recommended by Elida, Nirufal sits hush-hushed on fur laid around the enclosure.

As usual, the collector distributes the cold water split of the red coconut liquor and gives each of them the juice that the yobi was simmering over the enclosure. Both Snow White and Azlona sat around the enclosure for adults.

Different from the customs of the Buryeags and those of the people of the desert were the appearances of supper, but Nirufal slightly broke up with each other if not worse.

"How long will you be here? It's not that long."

While the meal went by, Elida asked Nirufal.

"I'm leaving at sundown tomorrow.... So, what do you think? I'd like you to stay the night."

And Nirufal said unto Elida, and to Yobi, and to the snow whites, and to the treasurers.

There was no business, and Nirufal, such as lodging in people's homes, had never done anything other than as a child, and he was confused whether it was okay for me to say such a thing.

To hear, Farood said it was what he said. He stayed in the name of gathering information and said Farood would represent him about the Fourth Boat.

"I don't mind..."

We all agreed to the Founder's reply.

When the meal reaches everyone, they start eating on each one.

Nirufal flattened the pepper without talking during the meal as to whether it was his usual habit.

The collectors also talk during the meal, but Nirufal waited for the collectors to finish the meal before starting to talk.

"So, is life going well here?

"Well, puffy"

Irida leaks laughter in the collector's reply, but his mouth didn't pinch.

"Right. But you've changed a lot here after a while. I also talked to the Ubar Chiefs, but I didn't think the Mid Continent would have such an early impact"

"It's partly because we're gathering people in the eastern pioneering. High Sam was very wary of the area. So far the album doesn't seem to be willing to do this by force."

Nirufal frowned slightly between his eyebrows when the collector told him some of what he had learned from meeting with Haitham and Koske.

"But somehow a country called Albaum stinks. A man named Rafal came in contact with the convoy the other day to ask for a search for the shipwrecked floater, but was instead complaining about the lawlessness of the Alwara"

"... maybe even clash with the Arwala tribe. There seems to have been several skirmishes already, and the northern part of the ruling area is rough"

"The north is rough? No, it could be..."

Nirufal puts his arms in front of him and thinks.

"Is something wrong?

"... Oh, I've been arriving in Moro for about two days now, but as soon as I arrived, an Alvara messenger arrived. So they suggested we hold a big meeting."

"The Great Meeting" is an intertribal meeting of righteous origins supposedly dating from the days of the Black Wise King.

It was not something that would take place on a semi-regular basis, as in normal inter-tribal meetings, but was only open when there was an imminent crisis beyond the control of the tribal unit.

The most recent was a little before Nirufal was born, about a hundred years before now, when the Black Dragon mutant, the Demon Dragon (Dvark), ran out of slaughter in the desert.

"The purpose of this meeting is to confront the countries of the west that occupied the eastern lands. We agreed to hold a good opportunity because we were afraid of it…"

He says he doesn't know why the northern area is rough, around it.

"Normally, I guess it's reasonable that a powerful backshield named Jamshid lost his temper to Snow White and the Arwala lost their temper due to the effects of a skirmish with the album..."

It's hard to say that I have a clear picture of this whole desert. Irida rarely has a bad tooth cut.

"That's what we think too. If so, it is believed that the Arwala will ask them to form a tribal coalition at the Great Conference, but I don't think they would do that."

"Where will the big meeting take place?

"Half a season later, we do it in Gazlan, just halfway between Ubar and Nihafa. Gazlan is a large oasis adjacent to the dominion of the Arwala tribe, but a neutral force that still resists without succumbing to that dominion"

The name Gazlan brings back bitter memories.

A short time before Maryam got politically married, Gazlan was in a loot, but the collectors at the time could only look at it.

"Well, I don't know how much you think"

"So, do me a favor. Will you go to the east land and find out what's going on in the west country? Of course you don't have to do anything to betray your country. I'll leave all the judgment around it to you."

When Elida saw Yobi, Yobi nodded.

"I don't mind that, okay? If there's anything I can do for you, right? I'll help."

"No, assuming that when something happens, they'll suspect you of involvement if you have Irida or Yobi. It could be a betrayal against my country. I want to avoid that. Besides, we can't find out about the east."

"I get it. So, what are you gonna do with Klander?

"... I'll stay. It is a seven-star hunter of displaced people. It's not like I can make a big deal of it. And there's something I'd like to do."

He was a collector who was thinking of plundering Gazlan, but he answered that clearly.

Where the immediate purpose was set, the Nirufals began to talk about something else.

"By the way, were the collectors doing it right?

"Right. That was when I first got here. A man from a place called the Coods came here to see Yobi. Give it to my wife."

"... the Kud tribe? Not much out there, but it's definitely the same kind of yobi, isn't it?

"The wings are slightly different in color, but I think they probably are. Actually, before that, I met Azlona when I was flying training. I'm different from my parents, so I may have gone up a little on my first kind and made a mistake."

The collector had a bad feeling at this point and fled into the shithole and private room.

While Elida realizes how such a collector looks, she pretends to be drunk and continues the conversation with a voice that sounds like the collector's private room.

"Klund clearly said no. Then the other guy gets angry. You said something about a newcomer or a woman's will."

"... but then"

"That's right. I almost went rogue with my opponent's tribe, but Klund kept blocking the entrance and exit from the rock hole and locked it up. I persuaded them all day and night to make more noise first."

Yobi, who looked sorry for Irida laughing at her, and Nirufal, was frightened.

"My brother was in a question-attack and he was getting hot air out of his head, but did you persuade him to..."

If you try to be a collector, you can no longer avoid trouble if you have something in people's eyes, and you can't just do something that means you don't like yobi. In the end, I had no choice but to keep letting Snow White's force escape on my back and continue to persuade him to begrudge me. Though halfway through house arrest, there should have been no problem because it provided food, bath and sleep.

"No, no, this is where the story starts. Actually, there's a story about my daughter-in-law at Crand's too..."

Around it, the collector forcefully used up his magic, passed out, and slept.

The adulterous tale of the three women lasted until late at night, during which time Yummy hammered the failure of the collector without even going to play, and Azrona was relaxed with her head on Yobi's lap.

The next morning, when the collector wakes up, Elida and Yobi seem to have already gone to work, and Nirufal also doesn't see if he's working out somewhere.

Even in the morning it was already quite late, but the collector was sleeping twice with Snow White and Azrona sleeping in a shared space without work today and devouring his sleep three times with Snow White on his pillow.

Back there, Nirufal looks at the sleeping keeper and wrinkles between his eyebrows.

But soon it loosened up.

Nirufal starts cooking the ingredients that Yobi prepared for breakfast or lunch for the collectors, whining small that he can't help it.

Azlona first to the smell, and when Snow White moved out, the possessor was finally willing to wake up.

"I'd rather have a regular life even if I had a job"

With such a small novel, the collector who received the slightly sweet nammodoki, gnam, from Nirufal, crushed the dried goulah, mixed with water and cooked it practically, spoke in the first place.

Snow White and Azlona were given grilled meat pinched with gnum.

"Oh... sorry. I wasn't going to let you do your meal."

Nirufal shook his neck sideways to the further words of the collector, who had fallen asleep oversleeping.

"Sex. I'm more tired of not doing anything."

And it's not a bad day to swallow like this, Nirufal thought.

In the evening, Nirufal returned to the convoy.

And Elida and Yobi left for the east end.

Alwara clan chief Basit welcomed four brothers across a large tumor lizard.

All four are half-brothers of Basit, but their mothers are all slaves, the bellies of Basit and those who were raised as much as possible.

"Brothers, you look magnificent, more than anything."

Basit turned his ear to be friendly with everyone and showed his affection. These brothers are the only ones Basit does this to, not even his sons. It is a matter of knowing just how much I trust the four of you.

"Looks like the chief isn't blunt either. I'm relieved. So, what about the others?"

"It doesn't feel bad. It seems a lot rougher north than that."

"There were a number of tribes who knew we were going to Nihafa. I turned right back and beat him up. You won't defy me for a while. I heard you got a lot more than that."

"I can't really teach it the way I want, but I think I can use it somehow"

The four men exchanged words with Basit in a friendly manner, with a fierce grin.

If Jamshid was a deterrent, the brothers were powerful executives.

Dropping Basit and his four brothers off into the tent to intimacy, Hytham takes a sigh of relief out of his shoulder.

The four brothers did not give a glimpse of Haitham, who is said to be the next candidate for chieftaincy. All their loyalties are directed at Basit and the tribe.

For Haitham to succeed the chief while they were alive, he had to be recognized by them.

High Sam, back in his tent, sighs deeply.

"Is that the brother of the chief... It's a tough future."

High Sam laughs bitterly at Maryam's words, which he doesn't consider his wife. I wonder if he's personable, Maryam told me so and I didn't get angry.

"Not that you can't win, but you don't feel like you can win by doing it from the front."

It's not like you can't take them down if you use all means. But then the tribe is not convinced.

Fight in dignity, and those who are stronger than anyone will be chiefs.

The title "Candidate for Next Chieftainship," etc., is an accessory that comes from the privilege of Basit, who is the chief, to the extent that he is in a slightly better position than the others, if you look at Hitham personally.

"If you don't want to be a chief, don't you also need to be too pushy?

High Sam only slightly delayed his reaction to Maryam, who said as he held up a fang cat stranded at his feet.

"... why did you think so"

Maryam tilts his little neck.

"Looting isn't a ride either. I also have no ambition for the eastern lands. Can such a person be a chief?

It's an inexplicable word, but I didn't even think Highsome was spotted. No, I was underestimating Maryam as a strange woman who was just a warcraft lunatic.

"... not that I don't want to be. But he will not lay his hands on the land of the east, and he will also be in complete harmony with the Buryeags. Lose the hostages, too. loose tribal coalitions to help them confront the West... tribes will not tolerate such cowardice"

I have a crush as a man in the desert.

But he also felt that there would be no tomorrow if the tribe as it stood, by treating the collectors who continued to live in the desert while resisting the customs of the desert, and by feeling the western country with their skin through the koske.

But still, as a man of the desert, he could not abandon his tribe. I didn't have the power to flip the anti-flag on Basit either.

"... I get busy with the grand meeting schedule. Don't be too conspicuous."

I'm somewhat familiar with the Alwara women, but I'm not pregnant yet. Evil stood out just because it was Warcraft Madness.

That's all Haitham said and left the tent.

Half a season later.

Outside the city of Gazlan stood countless tents.

The flotillas of the sand boat that came there took off as soon as the chiefs and elders, the men of the most boat, and the faluds were lowered, at a sufficient distance before anchoring.

Normally, the atmosphere of the Buryeag clan hits there and the air strains, but the Gazlan entrance was already in a one-touch state of immediacy.

"- Makes people want to get lost, such as leftovers attending big meetings"

An elderly, tenacious old man of the Alwara clan lays his hands on the sword of his hips.

"Don't be so angry with me. I am not willing to say anything. Just join me, no, just give me a tour."

It was the possessor who said so while forgiving the old man. Behind it lies the figure of Snow White and Azrona. Elida and Yobi had not yet returned from the eastern tip.

The old man stares at the Buryeags, who came from behind the treasurers, guillotinely, but Goudals, the chief, shakes his neck beside him.

"I don't know anything about it"

"Naturally. I'm here on my own from Ubar."

Even as the old man pounded his tongue, the collector went on even further.

"What do we do? If you don't want to admit it, we need to deal with it a lot..."

I'm not willing to do that, but I can't boast of the power of snow and white without saying that much.

The old man who had heard it now looked like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

No one can turn down the demands made against the backdrop of the power of snow and white.

This was a decision to make as a keeper.

I am aware that I am an outsider no matter how far I go. Few people say they want to belong here, that's why they're people here, etc., and accept yes. The collectors themselves are not willing to deviate and pinch their mouths at the conference that shapes the whereabouts of this desert.

I just wanted to see the end of this desert with my own eyes.

To live convincingly in this desert.

- Guga!

A short, resentful growl roars.

Snow White jumped away with an abominable face.

Immediately after, red and white clashing in the air.

In the aftermath of the collision, the surrounding tents are swayed by horizontal giraffes, and the dust rises.

He was a jamsid who lost his genitals in a duel with Snow White.

Snow White glanced at the collector for a moment and began to fight to keep the jamsids away from the Gazlan, and the Boats.

The old man exasperates that Jamshid has taken on snow and white, but...

"You came on your own. We don't have anything to do with Jamsid."

"So, you want me to join you? What are we gonna do?

The words of the collector, who blocked the old man's words, were terribly belligerent.

Azlona, who had refrained behind him, has also stripped his fangs out and intimidated him to the fullest.

It's almost night. The collector believed that snow and white should prevail then, forcing the old man to make a decision.

Coward's hipster. A coward hiding behind a guardian warcraft.

The figure of the treasurer that the old man had heard was it, but he was lost in too much difference.

Jamsid intercepted the snow and white, but the old man can't be strong. Jamsid is defeated once. If we lose again, it is imperative that the power of Snow White be directed at the Alwala tribe. However, it was a consultation that could not include the extra person in the meeting.

"- Let him in. I have the permission of the chiefs."

It was High Sam who showed up there.

"... is that true?

"I'm not so lost as to conspire with Grandpa. What do you want me to do?

Seeing the old man still lost, Haitham asked the collector.

"I won't allow you to pinch your mouth unless you give me permission."

"That's what I've been saying since the beginning."

The old man finally broke into the words of the treasurer.

"Then let me show you around. Lord Goudalds, this way."

Haitham told the Goudals only, without seeing any more collectors or anything else.

Follow me if you want, follow me on your own, the possessor, who understood so much of Hysam's intentions, once looked up at the snow white that kept him away, then followed after Hysam.

In the meantime, Haitham never even talked to the Goudals to the collectors.

An oasis in the center of the city of Gazlan, beside which was a large tent.

There were such faces as the Alwara chief Basit, the Buryeag chiefs Goudals, and the Ubar chiefs in the car seat and were horseshoed.

- Let's start this big meeting.

Mergado, the chief of the Gramps ruling Gazlan, opened with a wild voice.

In the flotilla moored amidst the sand currents, Nirufal looked to Gazlan as he stared.

The gazlan is followed by the chiefs and elders, the most boat men, and Farood.

The convoys secured their safety by mooring in the sand stream away from the desert, while being equipped with the second to fourth boats, and the eighth boat, which managed to rendezvous by today.

From the fifth boat, the tenth boat cruises the desert away from the convoy. While spreading the risk as a whole of the Buryeag tribe, they each have activities to support the flotilla every day by mining iron, crusading warcraft and making preserved food.

Farood, who belongs to the Fourth Boat, would have stayed in the Boat Regiment, but when he had a bad feeling, he volunteered to accompany him to the Great Convention, but in a way, he wasn't wrong about that.

One of the most squad men who accompanied Gazlan came back and reported the status quo, but there was an amazing story there.

"... you klands"

Who would think that a leftover collector would jump in and participate in a grand meeting? It was no exaggeration to say that you reversed the nerves of all the tribes that were lowering their roots in this desert.

Nirufal keeps his face to himself and suppresses his personal feelings until the Great Meeting is over.

(Dude, I'm in a bad mood for the bow today)

While the men of the fourth boat are alert, they dive their voices and rumor.

(Clando did it again.)

(Totally. I wouldn't tell you to let me go to a big meeting if I had a ripped mouth)

(Well, but that, in a way, sounds manly when it comes to desert manhood)

Indeed, except for the lack of a point for the tribe, the free and wide appearance of the collector, wielding his power as he wanted to do, was the aspiration of the desert man himself.

Even if it comes from having a mighty rear shield called Snow White, it is the individual named the Caveman who has gained full confidence from that mighty rear shield.

And if the mighty backshield is cowardice, then every man with the mighty backshield, the tribe, becomes cowardly.

The collector who lived with me for less than a year was also annoyed, but he asked me to paint a picture of forgiveness, bring me a tooth cat who liked forgiveness, and above all he suffered with it.

The Buryeag men are desert men, yet warriors defending the merciful Anahita.

The grip between the sense of justice that the collectors continue to hold and the harsh reality of this desert was a path that everyone would once pass at a young age. Sharing it through pillaging, kidnapping marriages, political marriages and customs meant for them that the keeper was no longer just a guest.

- Floating ship on starboard side.

To a sharp voice on the lookout, the men stopped whispering perfectly and stared at the starboard side.

There was the figure of a floating ship proceeding, even as it sank half the rear deck.

You've been caught in a rock-mixed sandstorm, with holes everywhere, and a white flag waving for rescue.

Nirufal consulted with the general foreman deputy and also with the other foremen, and decided to rescue them as agreed.

Boats and floats approaching gradually.

However, the bow of the second boat noticed an anomaly.

"- Prepare to evade! We're accelerating."

The men begin to respond immediately to the sudden, but the air of the convoy strained at once to the unexpected.

"- Their purpose is nothing more than to crumble this desert order and deprive us of our wealth. The land of the east cannot be given to such fools. That land is the last sanctuary left to us by the Black Wise King, and we are the heirs. That's not true."

When Basit tells him so, more than half the tribe speaks out of consent. That was followed by the voice that it was the desert man.

It is the Goudals who are disputing this.

"But as I've said many times, they're tough. He has many spellmen and can't even be insulted as a warrior. Besides, if it were a full-scale battle, at least five of those floating ships would come under attack. Shouldn't be cheaply hostile. Instead, we should actively trade with the eastern lands to get food and learn. Fortunately, in the western countries, gold, silver and minerals produced in this desert are said to be special and valuable. It's possible to accumulate power."

Ubar, Gazlan, and the chiefs of the settlers spoke out of agreement to this. But as a percentage, it's about 30% of the total, and the minutes are bad.

The pillage could not be forbidden to a desert man who intended to pillage, and the Goudals were trying to contain their hand on the eastern lands by proposing another good.

"Then it's too late, too late. In the meantime, they'll be ready, and they'll build a fort on the north-south detour. If that happens, it will be a tough battle no matter how brave our man in the desert is. That's why we just need to tie hands here and now, take back the eastern lands before they set their minds, and keep an eye on both the desert and the sandstream so they can't come any further from the west."

If you say back again and again that you have been repelled and driven back, you will crush Ments.

"... what exactly are you going to do?

"We have respect for Master Anahita. Would that be the same for any other tribe?

Everyone nodded as Basit looked around at the Chiefs who had become the wheelchair.

Most tribes want to get Anahita, the son of water that produces water almost infinitely. Respect for that was never wrong either.

"- Under Master Anahita, tie the 'Union (Talf)' since King Kuro-hsien. Reclaim the land of the east with its power."

The place turned to the word federation.

The Goudals were surprised that that Alwala people wanted a coalition, but I assumed that was all Basit was also alerting the countries of the west.

"I agree with the coalition. If we are to make the Union's policy a consultative system and refrain from entering the eastern lands for a while"

"No, I would like to leave the head of the coalition to Lord Mergado, the head of Gazlan and chief of the Gramp tribe. If we are the neutral Lord Mergado, there is no difference."

It sounds good when it comes to neutrality, but in fact it is a wind watching chicken-like tribe that does not make the flag color clear to the Alwara or Buryeag tribes.

But the chiefs of the looters agreed in unison, and the heads of the neutral tribes began to account for damages to unexpected candidates.

There is no way that all of the looters would choose a neutral, somewhat negative Gramp clan chief for looting, but in reality they do.

It was too late for the Goudals to realize that Gazlan was already in the hands of the Arwala.

"- Don't monopolize Master Anahita with personal affection. Times are changing from moment to moment. Or is there some kind of agreement with the countries of the west that they are willing to make and treat the sandstream as our thing, but they are no longer willing to swallow the countries of the west and point their swords at us? Besides, what about Ubar's sheikhs? I want to sell off the pride of a desert man to the wealth of the west."

Plus Bass It rocked the place.

"Stop making claims. Rescue only if you find a ship in distress on the road. That's all the deal is. The ban on possession of sand streams is necessary for western country counterparts. It's not our thing, it's just that every country forbids possession. Otherwise, they'll make the sand flow their own with our faces."

The Goudals still answer without upset and return the blade even more.

"How about your extrajudicial tolls? It also deals in slaves, doesn't it? That would be the act of contributing to the West. I hear you're seeing a lot of ambassadors from a country called Albaum."

"Exactly. We get money from legitimate deals, but what you're doing can also be conspiring with the West. It should be okay to go through the southern detour, but isn't that proof they won't come"

Vafa of the Karoof tribe followed the Goudals.

"If you don't know your enemies, you can even argue. That's why I'm seeing you. The tolls and the interests of the slaves are what we need to take them. Isn't it painful to fight enemies with their money? Besides, they don't treat slaves as slaves, they're freeing them. It's not such a bad idea to think we're getting more foot hands."

Due to the nature of the Buryeags, we really have to get around to the rear, but this time it was deadly. I've already been grabbed by the bus it takes the lead on the field.

"... only suddenly. We will not accept. It is not too late to start with a loosely consultative system, deepening understanding and empowering each one. Otherwise, this Union will disintegrate immediately. Once formed a small but coalition -"

"- Shut up! You are the traitors who seek to monopolize the interests of Anahita and the sandstream, accumulate power, and conquer this desert."

Basit blocked the Goudals' words with fierce words.

Immediately after that, an anger burst out of the tent.

Basit tells, as if that was a signal.

"Let's get it over with. I ran out of words. Give me Master Anahita."

When Basit rises, so do the other Chiefs.

The Goudals, who sensibly perceived the change, would also find themselves, but a large number of them had already decided.

Sixty percent of the Chiefs stripped out their hostility with Basit at the head, twenty percent took a step back if they didn't assemble in either, and twenty percent in the Goudals and Ubar ones.

"- Say no"

It is unlikely that the Goudals will break, whether passive or overwhelming. It was the same for the elders and the faluds who were accompanying this occasion.

"Help is not coming."

Clarified his ears, the sound of a sword trident was echoing from outside the tent. For in case, it seems that the men of the most boat who are supposed to provide connections with the flotillas and escorts of the chiefs are fighting.

"But the answer remains the same. We cannot stand against the countries of the west as we are. We need time and resources to do that."

Knowing the history of the Mid Continent and the history of the Earth, Goudals learned about the limits of tribal society. All you can think about is the tribe as it is, and even the coalition instantly disintegrates.

That's why I needed time to dilute my grudges. For that reason, he thought it would be good to cooperate to the maximum extent possible and not even lose the name of the Buryeag tribe.

"Can you still say that?

When Basit spoke to the servant, Maryam tied to a rope was drawn to the tent.

From outside the tent there was a slight sound of the sad sounds of the beloved warcraft brought by Mary.

But there's no slight upset in Goudals' face either. Plus...

"- Elbioal family, chief Goudals is daughter Maryam. Even if this body is torn apart, do you beg for your life?"

It was Maryam's readiness to fight alone and resolutely on the battlefield of political marriage.

"Well, good. Dear Anahita, let's have you stay here for a while until we bring you here. Don't move, okay?

Basit pulled out his sword and accompanied Maryam's neck.

Neither Goudals nor Farood, nor the Ubar chiefs, can move.

The Chiefs who turned to the enemy are also powerful, but more importantly, bass it was a problem.

The chief Basit of the Alwara tribe dominates the northern strip. It was precisely he who was the strongest warrior. Stick your sword in Maryam. Note that there are no gaps there.

The Goudals looked at Farood, and only nodded one thing.

Farood put Goudalds in the shadows, his hands on the shoulders of the treasurer, his ears aligned with those of the treasurer, and whispered.

It's a way of showing dearness, and it also looks like we're having a raw breakup next to each other.

"... please"

That alone makes the collectors see what the Faruds are looking for, but they hesitated.

But Farood's hands are heavy. The eyes seemed to plead.

I want you to tell the Boats what happened and what happened at the Great Meeting.

I understand what I need to tell you. But if we leave this place now, it could be a lifetime's farewell.

When the collector glanced at Maryam, he looked at him for some reason.

It was the same eye as Farood, the unshakeable eye of those who had decided everything.

".................. ok"

The collector makes a decision. No, he crosses over to Azlona.

- Don't move.

The collector stopped moving to stop the bus it.

"You're a leftover. But that's why, if you're not hostile, let's miss it. If I stay here, I won't do anything wrong."

"... what about jamside"

"I can't do that anymore. Cook and cook as you please. I wasn't planning on having you here in the first place. I don't mean to be taken as hostile with that."

The power of snow and white. On that point alone, I can tell that Basit's words are serious.

But the possessor ignored Bass It's warning, threw a sand spear over his head, and smashed through the tent.

- Move and I'll kill you.

That's not possible because we need to contain the Goudals, and the collector flew off on Azlona.

The anger of the Chiefs flew from below, and the arrows of the Alwala tribe, who apparently responded instantly, flew high and high in Azlona, suppressing their desire to look back.

And as he went up to high altitude, he accelerated Azlona in a straight line toward the convoy.