Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"" The Shield of the Flying Dragon "?

The collector thought it was kind of like a game, but naturally I don't talk about it.

"It's a clam combination of the Warcraft material I mentioned before. It's a famous shield for craftsmen who pass it on long before the days when hunters were called adventurers.

But "somatosensory weight loss" had only some effect, and the spread of spiritual magic led to cheap, excellent metal shields made outside of Dwarf, and even just some laborious Fei-Long shields became increasingly obsolete.

But it doesn't compare to the shields we're supposed to sell around there. Physical strength exceeds that made to order by a well-armed dwarf made of generic metal, and the magic strength naturally exceeds that... "

It is said that the shields of generic metals, excluding special metals, are excellent against physical attacks, while warcraft materials are excellent against magic attacks.

"... should?

"If it's just the shield of a flying dragon, it's a step, no, a step and a half inferior to the shield of a monster, but I don't know what's going to happen to me either, because I might be able to incorporate the shield of a monster even though it's broken this time. At the very least, I guarantee it will serve as a shield for the Fei Long.

So instead of purposefully building a Fei Long shield, I'd rather sell the Fei Long material and let these Dwarves build a shield, but what do we do?

"No, fine. Which way, not compatible with the Dwarves of Marnova"

"Am I right?... Oh, that bigoted dwarf. He said he only made it for the guy he liked. But there must be other dwarves in Marnova."

"He refused to talk to me. I don't even feel like looking in that city anymore. Build me that flying dragon shield."

Ekaitz looked happy.

"Oh, boy, a black horse, a big lizard with a curly horn, and a shield for a Shima-na-flying dragon. It's ironic that you've been able to do more of what you want to do since you retired.

One thing I want you to procure. The shield of a flying dragon uses green hyena flying dragon and black horse material, but needs another crawling tree (Alger). He's called Trent or something. "

"Are you around here? I've been northbound from Rattana, but I don't remember seeing it"

"The crawling tree must be Baruch, north of Marnova, northwest of Marnova, in a depths sandwiched by the north woods and Dragon Mountain, said Eurifranz. I hear there's a minority there called the 'Fog People', so you should ask them to crawl over to the trees for the ordinance."

"... Apparently?

"No, I've never even met him. My already dead master once told me to ask the 'Fog People' if I want to use a tree that crawls by.

Well, I also dealt with a few crawling trees, but none of them were of the same wood as one. Even a skilled woodworker is alive. It seems impossible to distinguish a crawling tree, and a crawling tree has to look at the wood it's got before deciding what to make. I bought a tree for my shield when I was dealing with a crawling tree, but it only took me a long time. "

"A strange race will go and trade me for Pong?

"No, because they're not even known to exist these days. There are conditions."

The collector looked at Ekaitsu with a frivolous eye.

From now on, if you tell me it's supposed to be, because, it seems, because, let alone even real, suspicious, I want to suspect it.

"I'm not messed up. At this time of year, they show up in the depths of northwest Marnova, in the woods with crawling trees, searching for the flesh of the flying dragon, and in exchange for the flesh of the flying dragon, they give us this crawling tree they seek.

Look, don't tell anyone, okay? My master told me it was a secret. "

The collector saw Echites with increasingly frigid eyes.

If you cook the meat of a flying dragon in the woods, the only thing that comes is a beast. Where is it that there are those who bake meat and appear?

"Damn, I said fool around. In fact, my master brought back the wood crawling tree he wanted."

The collector thought about it for a while and decided to believe it.

I'm free anyway.

"... ok. But can you tell me a secret like that? Maybe I'll tell you something."

"You're such a social balls.

... I'm sure the guy who takes revenge on a woman who's just a whore and leaves millions of ruts in his pocket will not divulge secrets like that. I don't give a shit. I don't give a shit about flying dragons. "

Ekaitz told me to yell at him if it was a shade of light.

"Okay. Keep secrets. So, where do I put it? There's a lot of it, though it's disconnected."

Follow me. Ekaitz walked into the back of the workshop.

Exposed to Echites' dazzling gaze, the collector takes the severed flying dragon, the remaining black horse, one after the other at the demolition station in the back of the workshop.

"... that's a handy piece of magic. I've never seen or heard of him."

"Only those that fall into the food category. Don't tell anyone."

"You can't tell me about the foggy people."

"That's discipline.... and how much is the processing cost?

"- I don't want it. Wait a minute. I'm gonna tear this apart."

The collector who cut the Fei Long out of his food backpack sees Echites starting to skin and bone the Fei Long on the side.

But Ekaitz took the lead before the collectors could say anything.

"- I've already received a million ruts. So I don't need it."

"That's..."

"- Regardless of the circumstances, he took Estia's revenge. I don't know what Estia thinks, but I'm glad I did. The same goes for Raleigh and Solion.... So let me thank you."

Ekaitz says nothing more and quietly dismantles the Fei Dragon and the Xu Black Horse.

Neither could the collector say so much, and he bowed his head with a peck.

Echites divided the flying dragon, which had been divided into several blocks with a familiar hand, into scaled skins, pterygoid membranes, pterygoid claws, leg claws, ribs, fangs, jawbones, meat, ribs with spines of black horses, leg bones, hooves, teeth, meat and cut, and returned only meat to the collector.

"It takes a lot of time just to process a flying dragon and a black horse. Bring the crawling tree and monster shield together the next time you come. It's up to you, but it won't be ten days."

"That's fast."

"I'm retired, I hardly have any other work to do. Well, if the association were put down, you wouldn't be able to say that, but hunters aren't coming any time soon.

If you can spend ten days on a shield, it's too much time. "

"Okay. If the people of the fog were really there, it wouldn't be five days."

I guess that's why you're telling me you're here. With Ekaitsu's yelling back, the collector left the workshop behind.

When the collector takes Snow White and Azrona at Warcraft Stables, he goes all the way to Marnova.

Even as a keeper, I was still half-hearted about whether the fog people existed, but I was wondering if they were just right for free time.

Just in case, when Snow White asked me if I could use Fei Long's meat for an exchange, I admitted without a moment of hesitation.

I wasn't sure if I agreed to increase the safety of the collector, or if the flesh of the Feilongs was too bad to matter, but now I have no problem.

Based on the barter exchange with the mountain peoples encountered when travelling north from the Kingdom of Rattana, the collectors decided to buy and take not only the meat of the flying dragon but also other foods in Marnova, just in case.

The collector repeated the suspicious behavior of buying groceries from the store when it came to Marnova and putting them in the food backpack out of sight, leaving Marnova as soon as he bought and collected a sufficient quantity.

Ekaitz said that there is a small village named Chitta, northwest of Malnova, where the forest further ahead of the village is the area where the foggy people come and go.

The collectors were right, going first to the village called its Chitta.

The Zodiac and Snow White were sickening through the coniferous forests exhaling white breath, as if competing.

The forest in the north was yellow, and the leaves had already fallen, but this one had more conifers the further back it went, and the darker the greener the world spread.

The gradient in the woods was also intense, and it was also convincing that the path the Warcraft car would take was built to make a great detour through the woods.

Snow and white are fast even in such forests.

It is natural because it is not as rugged as the Alerduria Mountains, the home of snow and white.

The movement of the collector following it appears dull, but that is because it compares to snow and white, and from a normal hunter's point of view, the collector, who can occasionally cross four-legged walks, must have been a beastly enough move.

Snow White was still a lot of relief. Otherwise it will not compete with a collector who is not even excellent at speed.

But Snow White, amused, peppered the occasional chase of the treasurer with a tail with azrona.

The collector had his legs taken, his hips taken and his neck taken many times as he rolled his unfulfilled resentment every time but snow-white obstruction when one day he bowtied that fucking long tail.

Azlona also seemed to rather enjoy herself, without being frightened by the fast travel of snow and white, and whenever her tail messed with the zodiac, she gave a giggly and fun voice at the tip of her tail.

As long as there is snow and white, flying dragons and other warcraft rarely strike.

The collectors ran away, as if playing in an amusement park whilst in the woods

Continuing to run for about a day across the break and the camp, the fog began to drift.

In the original cold and fog cold, the collector firmly aligned himself in front of the robe.

The fog seemed to get darker and darker as we moved on, but it was also evidence of approaching the village of Chitta, and the people of the fog.

-... eh.

My little ears moved tingly and Snow White stopped running.

I let him breathe heavily from behind, and the keeper catches up and tries to open his mouth.

"What do you think? - Bhoo."

But just annoying, Snow White blocked the man's mouth with his tail.

-... soaked,...

Snow and white ears move again, tingly.

Snow White looked up at the zodiac with only his gaze, and the zodiac didn't know what was going on either, but he nodded.

Snow and white off the road.

Even so, there was originally no way. A huge mess of maps and snow and white sense of smell that only shows the positional relationship I got from Ekaitz, and occasionally the snow and white jumped up to identify the approximate direction of the village of Chitta from above, going down the woods without paths.

- Please help me. No.

Snow White finally figured out what Snow White noticed in the collector following Snow White as well.

An indescribable pitiful voice was clearly heard in the collector's ear.

Snow White disappears.

No, I jumped off a little cliff, like a rock made of overlapping.

The collector didn't feel like jumping off as easily as a leopard as a snow white, and went down while finding the right scaffold.

A man was falling into a hole.

If that's all, it's still covered with crawling tree-like demon trees blocking that hole by about half.

The collectors had not yet encountered any crawling trees.

I don't know if they wouldn't solve the pseudo out of fear of snow and white, or if there were few crawling trees around here, but the collectors were observing with interest the first crawling trees they found.

"Well, if anyone's here, please help me."

It is masculine, but desperate, to be falling into the hole from his voice.

But from the outside, it was well understood that it was not dangerous right now.

Crawling trees move slowly.

Just blocking the hole will take more than enough.

And even if you plug a hole in it, all you can do is catch the prey from there with a goose cross. They just keep catching them until their prey is out of breath.

What a long story, but maybe you don't need to get so much nutrition from the outside because you can also breathe nutrition from the ground.

The figure is a coniferous tree as thick as a hug, with no eyes or ears.

It was just a tree walking slowly.

When the collector pokes a little, the branch is swayed loosely by the collector due to a beating delay.

but it's still too late.

It is faster than the speed at which the roots walk, but it is still only a speed that can be avoided by the eyes.

The difficulty specified by the association ranges from nine stars (Cibrosica) to eight stars (Combasila) on its own, and the more the number increases, but it was rarer to appear alone, as in this case.

The collector pulls the hammer of the big nail out of his back, flushes his magic and opens his nail, axing the hammer.

I'll take a good look at the snow and white, but they're not interested in crawling trees that don't look delicious or strong, and they were wow and lacking.

The collector takes on a big nail axe on his shoulder, steps in with all his might and swings it down diagonally.

- Gah.

Tough.

I only ate about a third of it, even with as much enhancement as one step ahead of the full blow.

Crawling trees have a high physical defense and spiritual magic other than fire and thunder works hard.

Then, in an era without spiritual magic, it is likely to be a natural enemy for people, but fire and oil made it easy to defeat it, so even when the Warcraft Run (Stampede) occurred, it did not cause so much serious damage. However, in that case, the material becomes unusable.

Crawling trees were generally not prevalent because they could not be used as wood without a proper crusade, they were of a wide variety of qualities and their wood could not be discerned for any reason while they were alive, and many were only made to order or, where famous, large ships were built at great cost.

Axe-wielding collector, loose, but powerful branches shake all the time.

The treasurer sent it at his leisure, and waved the axe again.

How many times have I repeated that, and the tree crawling over dozzily fell. Disconnecting the roots and trunks allows the trunk to be used as a material.

And the collector waves down the axe of his big nails at the stump he is still trying to make.

The tree crawling over halved the stump and cut off some of the roots was doomed.

"Thanks for your help."

He was a slightly young white man with round glasses.

Snow White rescued him with his tail, and there was no way the Caveman could have rescued him by protruding the bottom of the hole with earthen magic.

"I am Mirko Grotta of the National Boroughs Academy. Thank you for your help."

The man named Mirko politely thanked the collector. That was the only way to see how well Mirko grew up.

"It's an eight-star hunter's clan."

... eight stars, and whining, Mirko looked sideways at the frightened snow and white with galloping claws in the crawling tree falling behind the zodiac.

"Houndbeast, it's like. So, I'm going to Chitta Village, but what are you gonna do?

"Oh, excuse me, can I follow you to the village of Chitta? I'm lost with the hunter of the escort."

"I won't throw you out, but I'll abandon you when I can't get around to you. If that's okay with you, you can follow me on your own."

"That's okay."

The collector tried to walk out, but Mirko stared remnantly at the tree crawling with snow and white claws.

"... do we need it?

"Oh, no,... yes. Actually, the academia specializes in demonized plants, that is, demonic trees and demonic grass, especially when you study crawling trees. I don't need that much, but the more samples I have..."

"You can strengthen it."

"Haha, it's a body as you can see, and it was a tease of both enhancement and spiritual magic. If you hadn't helped me, I might have been a nutrient for a tree crawling around."

The collector sighed, pulling out his big nail axe.

From behind the collector came Mirko, who was still looking so happy to cheek holding a crawling tree that he managed to hold it and cut it to a size he could hold.

"Bump, hmm. This is surprisingly light. Materials are tough for it...... bumps"

I can't see anything but a crawling tree, it was like that.

"The fog is getting thicker. It's gonna be... well, if you want to be shipwrecked, you can do whatever you want."

"... oh, wait ~"

Mirko desperately chased the treasurers on their way.

We arrived in a village like the village of Chitta after walking for about two hours.

It would have been a little quicker if we hadn't helped Mirko, but we would have arrived just about a day from Marnova.

It takes about three days to bypass the woods with a Warcraft car from Marnova. I'm glad to say that the speed of travel in the forests of the Caveman and Snow White is fairly fast, even if it takes about two days for the hunters of the common race to make every effort on the roadless path for the sole purpose of arriving in the village of Chitta.

The village of Chitta was a small village as it was between the forest and the forest, but its appearance was like a small field fort.

A pointy round-tailed enclosure with seemingly rugged tips stretches around the village without gaps.

It was not until after noon that the Zodiacs arrived, but the village was fogged. The fog seemed even thicker as it went behind the village, and the forest, which would be behind it, could barely see anything.

Only the colour of the conifer is visible through the mist.

The hunter-like man, who was in front of the gate he had made by binding the marutai, behind the zodiac - found Mirko holding the marutai tightly, even though he said - and rushed over, showing vigilance to the zodiac and the figure of the snow white.

"Professor, where are you without saying anything"

"Hey, I've been observing plants a little nearby for a breath, but I'm obsessed with them. They roll off too much rock. There was an unusual tree crawling over there, and I was helped by a passing hunter at the point where it was abasely nutritious.

Well, now that I think about it, it must have taken me more than ten days before I was nourished, but then I panicked completely, and, hey, I'm embarrassed. "

Mirko's face that the escort-like hunter was finally convinced of his words, but he seemed to be unable to break his guard against the treasurer, who was carrying a large warcraft with him that he could not specialize in.

There was no choice but to alert self-proclaimed hunters through the northwestern woods, which did not take the regular path to the village, detour and had no great prey at this time of year, nor did local hunters lean against it.

"You shouldn't even be looking for the woods in the back of the street. Totally."

The hunter of the escort looked at the keeper after he looked at him.

"Thank you, thank you. I'm Gasparo, leader of Eldoro's Shield, a member of the Emerald Fort."

"It's Klund."

"Sorry, can I see your tag?

The keeper also responded when Gasparo said so while showing his tag.

I'm sorry.

Mirko bowed his head as the collector tried to walk up to the gate, just not to worry about Gasparo, who saw the tag.

"Thank you. We've been here for half a month now, so I know it's more or less. Ask me anything you want to know. Even so, there's nothing but trees and crawling trees."

"Oh. But don't worry, I'll be home in a day or two. Bye."

That's all the collectors said. Now it's time to walk to the gates of the village of Chitta.

"Stop there. Put up your ID!

The collectors showered their voices from above a large gate that seemed sturdy.

The collector tags away from the gate so that he can see the red rings attached to the snow and white feet. Azlona doesn't have anything to prove because it hasn't registered yet, but even the villagers didn't need it because it's easy to deal with it today in Azlona.

When the collector showed the tag, he crept through a small door by the gate and another man, like a gatekeeper, came this way.

Apparently, the gatekeeper with the white race-like appearance of light brown hair, blue eyes and white skin, but with a terribly tense face, checked the tag shown by the collector to avoid looking as much snow and white as possible.

"... a hunter"

The gatekeeper compares it to a bunch of paper in his hand, staring zippily at the whole body of the collector from top to bottom.

Furthermore, it was determined from the smell, atmosphere, etc. that the treasurer was not a bounty neck or bandit.

The gatekeeper looks up and gazes at the collector.

"I see you have a Warcraft registration... are you okay?

"It's harmless if you don't do harm. I've learned to babysit lately."

When the collector mouths that he was taking care of Donorbo's children and Azrona, he grunts his throat with a face that doesn't seem like Snow White is funny.

Only then did the gatekeeper become frightened.

I stroke my pompous and snow white head, as if to prove that the collector is harmless, but the gatekeeper doesn't care.

"What brings you to this village?

"It's a personal hunt. I want you to stay a day or two."

"... Isn't that your job?

"You're a flow hunter. I don't have a job in Marnova for about eight stars."

"Right. Unfortunately, there's no Warcraft Stables. I don't mind that hunting beast inside, but I need you to stay close. It doesn't matter if something happens to you when you're not around, and if anything happens, the whole blame falls on you. It may be unreasonable, but that's the rule."

"Okay. But it's rare. Can the beast come in?

"Not as big as your hunting beast, but we have hunters in our village. Well, as a matter of fact, it wouldn't be better if your hunting beast wandered around alone, even outside the village."

"... I see. Well, if it's violent, it's violent."

It's not ferocious, snow white rubbing his head with gosgosgos on the sides of the collector as if protesting that it's Rin.

It's a powerful head thrust whose guts are about to be pushed out, but you can't even groan here.

The collector managed to look fine.

"And with the scholar and his escort, there are about three hunters coming from Marnova, but don't cause any problems."

"Is there somewhere I can stay?

"No. It's not a village with so many people in and out, there's no inn. Yeah, there are a few small but empty houses. You should ask the village chief."

"Okay."

"Nothing village, but welcome to the village of Chitta"

The gatekeepers were forced to enter the village, not by the gate, but by the small door beside them.

It is a village without any change except that it is foggy and houses are built of trees.

There is no sign of being wealthy.

There were several small fields, as well as wells.

When I look at the snow and white, I am in a very good mood to snort. Hi. I wish I liked the smell of trees drifting in the village.

Let Snow White wait outside and enter the village chief's house.

to the collector as to whether there is somewhere to stay,

"Two hundred ruts a night. Dinner or whatever, be yourself."

That's what the village chief, with his narrow eyes, bent hips and somewhere highly skeptical face, said.

Two hundred ruts a night for a bareback. Approximately 20,000 yen in Japanese yen.

High.

I can camp outside, but Snow White is in a good mood for the smell of trees, and Ekaitz tells me to stay in the village properly for over a night. That seemed to be one of the conditions.

"Okay. I'm going into the woods later in the evening."

When the collector paid for the night with summary judgment, the village chief opened his narrow eyes slightly.

"... whatever happens after the sun goes down, the gates won't open."

"No problem."

"The cabin is next to our two houses. Don't bother me."

If they didn't do anything, the caveman followed the village chief's house.

It was a small cabin.

Mirko also seems to be staying nearby, and around the cabin I thought I was staying there was a whole lot of pieces cut out like a one-hole cake sticking out of the cabin.

The collector opens the door and enters our own cabin, but it is still only a crude cabin, just like the exterior.

It can also be considered as good as just having a decent between boards, but this is still expensive to say two hundred ruts a night.

But he liked the snow white, and as soon as it was up between the boards, he lay low.

Azlona, who was being carried by her tail, used chicks and winged arms, and began to crawl around the cabin in the rare appearance of both Kyorokyoro.

"I'll look inside the village"

Snow White only shook the tip of the tail that made him sloppy and dropped off the collector.

But the collector came right back to the cabin.

It's not like something happened. There was nothing to see.

The village itself seems to consist of self-sufficiency and fine forestry.

The normal trees are 80%, and the remaining 20% seem to crawl by. No one in this village can discern the wood of living crawling trees, and they say they are bought and sold by wood after the crusade. Is that why the supply isn't stable and it doesn't make so much money? The fact that it was within Feilong's sphere of influence also seemed to increase the cost of escorts' share.

The keeper with his gear pillows the snow and white belly that flashes Azrona with his tail.

"Wake me up around the evening"

That's all the sawdust fell asleep right away.

Apparently, the whole run just stuck.

Snow White looks windy like a man, but he secures Azlona with his tail and puts it next to the sleeping collector.

Then Azrona slept with him - but as he said, crawling to the side of the possessor's face with joy, he slept similarly with snow and white as pillows.

Snow White, who saw it, also gave a tender look somewhere and slowly meditated on his eyes.

- Peppa.

The collector woke up with some thin rubbery tingling feeling on his face.

The collector pinches and lifts the tail of Azlona, who struck the collector in a twisted position that he no longer knows what to do with where his wing arms will be.

- Ngi?

Azrona, who hung around, gradually opened her sleeping eyes and gave her a delightful expression despite being awake. I can't help but be glad that the collector can take care of me.

Going, or when the collector woke himself up, Snow and White also woke up, with his forelegs out and his spine greatly opposed, stretching like a cat.

Outside, the sunset light just looks pale and far away, dim.

When one trembled to the outer air that was getting so cold, the collector wore a leather helmet without tightening the face guard and aligned it firmly in front of the robe.

In the hood is Azrona. Is this one the same as snow and white and relatively resistant to the cold? The cold protection seemed adequate in the hood.

The gatekeeper looked surprised when the collectors wanted to go outside.

"We can get it out, but we can't open the gates till morning, okay?

"I don't mind."

Well, do as you please, and the gatekeeper let the collectors out through the little door by his side.

Walk along the wooden pile walls surrounding the village, and the collectors head to the woods in the back.

I checked with Snow White, but there's no tail.

The collectors stepped deeper and deeper into the forest of mist and darkness.

Stepping into the woods, many crawling trees were afraid of snow and white or did not solve the pseudo.

I can feel the odd intentions of the indescribable branches of trees touching each other, but that was all.

After going through the woods for about two hours, the zodiac stopped his legs, took out the meat of the small cut flying dragon, and broiled it with fire sperm.

Especially since no one had told him to broil anywhere, but no one had told him to see it, the sawdust began to broil meat quite deep in the woods.

Snow White and Azlona give a delicious smell that drifts, but a subtle look.

She can't honestly be happy because it smells delicious but it's not good if she eats it.

After a while, the little ears of snow and white move pickly.

Snow and white stared at a spot of foggy darkness with grey golden eyes.

"- He who knows the covenant, is not willing to be hostile"

Scratching the fog, two big guys showed up.

Words seem to make sense, the possessor sees those who appear, reassured by his own ability to translate.

The pair of men and women wore wooden masks to cover half their faces and wrapped brown-looking fur around their bodies.

Around his arms, he has beastly bristles, and his tail is also loose from his glutes.

The characteristic was the upper body, which was also chest-to-arm, but bulging enough to tell even with the fur wrapped around it, and the muscles visible from the exposed forearm were no less than those of the giant race. The man was originally more like a woman, more like a muscle than a chest.

The size of it is well understood when it comes to the sight.

Not as good as Maxime and Irida, but there were two meters for both men and women.

The eyes accustomed to the darkness of the treasurer also captured its unique appearance, but not so much because they saw mountain peoples carved all over their bodies with the tattoos they had already encountered when heading north from the Kingdom of Rattana.

Because there is no such thing as getting used to when it comes to appearance.

But strong.

I don't know how strong it is, but that's all I knew at a glance.

Nor did Snow White appear to have lifted his guard, leaning firmly against the collector.

"Hmm, is that the guy you're replacing?

The man opened his mouth on behalf of him, pointing a gotten finger at the collector.

No, what the man pointed at was Azlona, who subsided in the hood of the treasurer and stared at them in an intriguing manner.

Suddenly pointed at, Azlona looks decent.

"No, you're not. This is it."

The zodiac took one chunk of Fei Long's meat and showed it to the man.

"... the mutant species are quite rare."

The man said in a terribly sorry tone.

Azrona shudders plumply when she hears it and hides her head in the hood.

But the collector pulled it out with one hand.

And I stared at Azrona, and I said it was pompous.

"... is it delicious"

Tears are about to overflow Azrona's big eyes in the merciless words of the collector.

"... it's a joke"

When the collector said so, the big woman, who had been silent until now, approached him and reached out to Azlona.

Without harmful intent, the Founder's reaction was delayed.

But all the woman had to do was tickle Azlona with her fingers, which were the saving.

The roots and throats of the winged arms are rubbed and tickled, and Azrona twirls herself like a ghost.

"I don't eat chicks"

It was a more feminine voice than I thought.

Azrona looks relieved as she twists herself to the woman's words.

"... turn it up and then eat"

As if he wanted to be betrayed, Azrona twisted herself to the word, crawling up to grab the treasurer's robe and escape, however slow it may be.

The woman quickly caught me.

A woman staring at Azrona.

Azlona desperate to escape the woman with tears.

"A joke.... smart and cute for a flying dragon. Ordinary flying dragons are clever and not cute"

Pumping Azrona into the arms of the treasurer, the woman quickly returned to the side of the man.

Apparently he just wanted to leave Azrona alone.

Azlona placed in the arms of the treasurer, don't you want some? Don't you want to eat? and stare at the safekeeper with an upper hand, and hold him tight.

"I'm not eating. You're gonna fly me someday."

Azrona finally seemed relieved by the words of the treasurer, but he didn't let go of the robe he hugged.

"- Who knows the covenant, what do you want?"

The man, who was also the cause of a series, re-divided it in a shimmering manner.

The treasurer takes out the flesh of the prime flying dragon and puts it on the ground.

The two seemed somewhat surprised by the amount of meat they could never tell from the outside, but they knew the magic fixture existed or nothing disturbed them.

"I'm going to build a Fei Long shield. I want a wooden crawling tree directed at the shield.... If possible, it should be wood that is likely to be liked by ice sperm. It would be nice to have such a crawling tree, but if there is, we can also provide non-meat food, condiments and medicines."

A man, not a woman, reacted to the word.

He seemed to whisper to some man, but fiercely, and the man was reluctant but under pressure.

After a while the man opened his mouth in some bitter way.

"... to the best of our knowledge, let's bring the best that we can. Instead, I want you to show me something that's not what you promised me, but I think you can offer me."

The keeper nodded to the word, taking vegetables and fruits, grains, salt, pepper, chunks of brown sugar, oil, seafood and other foods, and distilled liquor.

It didn't cost 10,000 ruts in total, but I guess it's valuable to them with less contact with the outside world. The man looked at the liquor, the woman glanced at the salt, pepper and, above all, the chunks of brown sugar and the liquor.

When the woman suddenly turned herself over, she vanished into darkness and mist.

"... I'm sorry. But it looks like Mumur is motivated. I'll bring the best crawling tree soon. Wait till then."

The collector nodded.

"One, two, can I ask you something?

"Mm-hmm. Not like the deal, but, well, this one's breaking first. Ha, if you come with a young man these days...

Oh, excuse me. If there's something I can answer, I'll answer it. "

"First of all, how many of you are there? Doesn't seem like a race."

A collector looks at a man's tail.

"Now, I don't know what you guys are talking about, but I've heard from the oldest that they used to call me the Rigor Monkey Man a long time ago. Well, the oldest told the oldest when he was a kid."

While wondering if it can be described as a gorilla beast race when it comes to Rigid Monkeys, the Zodiac speaks of another question.

"Right. Oh, and what are you going to do with the flesh of the Fei Long? I couldn't eat it boiled or baked..."

The man took the zodiac seriously.

"Ha ha, did you eat this? Damn, I didn't know you still had something to eat with this.

Yeah, the meat of the Feilongs is smoked and eaten. Smoked in a crawling tree with a certain property, the smell of the tree eliminates the smell of fat. To some extent, it also means losing fat at that stage. And then there's the secret. "

Snow White, who heard the man's words, looks up at the vaulter.

I ate, and that was all I had in Snow White's eyes. Azrona has also complained with her eyes in the same way while still holding onto the treasurer.

"... I'm sorry, could you split that smoked meat?

The man smiled bitterly.

"It's tough over there, too. Fine, I was just thinking I got a little too much. Let me bring this to you when I let you carry it."

Then in about an hour, the woman the man called Mumur returned with two trees in her charge.

About two metres of crawling trees were erected round two, Zushin and a tree beside him.

"I knocked everyone up and made them look"

"... even the oldest?

"Naturally. I can't tell that order is not the oldest"

When Mumur said so with his chest stretched, the man pulled his cheeks, although the eye area was the mask I don't know.

"As it were, okay. What about the exchange now? Quality is guaranteed."

The collector nodded.

The man blew his finger whistle looking tired somewhere.

Then a large man and a woman came from nowhere and packed the food the collector had left on the ground in a leather bag.

When the monkeys had finished carrying the food, they placed four large leather bags in front of the possessor and left.

"That's the smoked meat of a flying dragon."

The collector opened the leather bag, sliced a slice of smoked meat cut from the inside into easy-to-eat sizes with one hand, and took it away.

- Ugh.

From the side, the snow and white of each of the collector's hands are worn.

And when you spit out only the hand of the collector, like it's a mess, you taste the mog and the smoked meat.

When Snow White swallowed the smoked meat with a serious face like a culinary critic, he pushed the collector and silently stuck his face in the leather bag.

Hey, I can reach out, but my hand swims in the sky. In the first place, the flesh of the Fei Long was done to Snow White.

Okay, the keeper opened another skin bag, and smoked meat to Azlona, who just turned his eyes to say, "Come on."

Azlona cheeks smoked meat with a happy face.

The collector looked at it and said one thing himself.

Delicious.

The flavour was slightly salty, but it had an exquisite flavour that became a habit.

Ten times that sheep and pig. Well, it smelled like soaked in a dove, but the dove part is brilliantly removed, the flavors of the sheep and pig are diminished and mild.

The faintly sweet and fragrant smell mixed with the appetizing flavor when I baked the Fei Long meat and fell out of my mouth into my nose.

The collector unconsciously takes the barreled distilled liquor from the food backpack and pours it into a glass and mouths it.

Even if I wasn't a soldier, I wanted to swallow it asexually, it tasted that way.

Gokuri.

It sounded like someone swallowed a spit.

Looking at him, Mumur was pouring his fervent gaze into the booze. How much do you like booze when you can't see it in a mask but only make your gaze feel?

"... swallow?

When the collector said so, he approached the collector without showing reluctance or anything, and offered him a cup of wood that was resting on his hips.

"Oh, man."

But he did not hear the words of the man's suppression, and when the amber liquid was poured into the cup of wood, Mumur took a breath of it.

"... puffy, delicious"

Mumur offered a cup to the collector all the time as he roamed the smoked meat he had.

Snow White stares at me as I pour alcohol on Mumur thinking that you and Irida seem to fit in.

The treasurer made the dust and poured distilled liquor into it.

You couldn't stand it anymore, a man gently offered you a glass. The collector poured it silently.

The liquor platter with the Rigid Monkey continued until dawn.

It was just when the sun rose that the collectors broke up with the Rigid Monkeys and the Marutai and Snow White returned to the village in charge.

He went into the village without a thing, stood Marutai in front of the house, and the sawdust fell to fall and fell asleep in the cabin.

Azrona is also half asleep because of her sneaking around all night, or sleeping, and she manages to crawl out of the hood of a collector who fell asleep in her cabin.

Snow and white, lying on the head side of the treasurer, secure it with their tails and keep it in their own pockets.

Azlona was already asleep and Snow White meditated on her eyes again.

It was after noon that the collector woke up.

-Concon.

I woke up with the sound of knocking on a cabin called

Feeling that the liquor hasn't drained out of his body's weakness, the keeper faces out the door of the cabin.

Mirko, and the hunter of the escort were there.

"I need to talk to you a little bit about the crawling trees I brought home. May I?

Mirko politely said so.