Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

I tremble at the cold outside air entering through the open door.

And while the zodiac was fed up that last night's booze had been firmly converted into carelessness in his body, he glanced at Mirko and his escorts in the mist from the gap in the open door.

No matter how hungover dull my head was, I knew it was a maruto, crawling tree with Mirko's purpose set up in the cabin.

Marutai does not enter the cabin.

Even though the thickness you can bear on your shoulders if you ignore the weight, you can't even go into a borough shed because the total length is about two meters each.

If you think about Mirko, who studies crawling trees (Algiers), you might as well not have stopped by the village in full swing and left, but the sawdust had gone out with the Rigid Monkeys and swallowed them to near the limit.

It has been a pleasant drink for a long time, but when it comes to the wasabi condition of the Rigomon, it is the Irida class.

The collector, who normally only had enough liver to swallow, could not be Kellogg like a lump-soaked snow white trying to compete with the Rigid Monkey Man, and fluttered back to the village and fell asleep in the cabin.

Mirko is in front of him because of his preference for drowsiness.

Perhaps that means you want a little split into samples, but then why don't you say so?

While the collector felt a vague and troublesome hunch,

"... well, come in. I'm just gonna leave in a little while, so be quick."

That's what I said, I opened the door and invited the Mirkos inside.

Even so, it is a cramped cabin with nothing.

With snow and white on his back behind the cabin, the collector sat, and if Mirko sat in the front of it, no more people could sit, etc., and the two hunters of the escort were to stand behind Mirko.

Gasparo, yesterday, the middle-aged man who face-to-face with the collector in front of the gate has never seen snow and white for the second time. Excessive nervousness was the only thing, but the hunter of the other young man was staring at the collector with an obviously suspicious eye.

If you don't like it that much, you don't have to come here, and the keeper just never put it in words.

All I could think of was a troublesome collector with a depressing willingness to remain in his body, and fingers tickled Azlona's neck muscles sleeping up feeling good as if escaping reality.

- Gyu.

Azlona stays meditating her eyes wrapped in the tail of a snow and white, making it tickle but showing no sign of waking up this way.

As a matter of fact, last night at the banquet, when the Rigid Monkey woman, Mumur, gave her a little booze with prank, Azlona began to climb Mumur's body about what she thought.

Mumur seemed kind of itchy and left it as it was for fun, but Azlona goes into unexpected behavior.

Reaching Mumur's glutes, Azlona was there. Biting pakun on his tail, he somehow fell asleep as it was.

Apparently it was mistaken for a snowy tail.

With a brave atmosphere, Mumuru returned Azrona to the collector, saying sorry in a small voice, as he gently pulled Azrona off his tail, even though he dyed his cheeks slightly red.

A man of the Rigorous Monkey had an inclusive laugh at him for some reason, but he was flanked by a reddish mummy on his cheek and smothered, but the liquor platter went on ignoring it.

Azlona stays asleep just like that, still looks happy and wrapped up in the tail of a snow white, sweet biting of the white hair from Aguagu.

"- So consultation is about the crawling tree you keep outside. Did you get it last night?

Mirko asks with interest.

"Oh, for personal use."

"The distinction between wood"

"Whatever. I could have been a tree around here, but I just thought I'd try to use a crawling tree that's more sturdy than a normal tree anyway."

"That means you have to give it away."

"- You can't. I don't know how much to use. Besides, you can get as many samples as you want from the hunter at the escort, right?

The collector turns his attention to Gasparo, who stands behind Mirko, but Mirko looks at the collector with serious attention, without answering the collector's question.

"You know you don't know the wood quality of a crawling tree until you try to crusade it, right?

"Oh."

"Then what do you think will happen when the wood of a crawling tree doesn't have to crusade to find out?

"... wouldn't that be convenient?

The collector thought about it a little before saying so.

If we are able to supply steadily for each application, costs will drop and the range of uses will widen. Useful value jumps if it can be efficiently collected by application, such as wood that is not burning, wood that is not freezing, wood that is strong and light, wood that is heavy and hard.

Mirko went on to say that Mirko was right, with a bitter laugh, in response to the sloppy collector that it was convenient, etc.

"That's right. Crawling trees can be more varied than ordinary wood, and yet they can be combined with conflicting properties. Even ships will be able to supply more robust ships cheaply than traditional ones, and even villages without money can be used as inexpensive and robust exterior walls. We think that will save many people."

"... if only we had the numbers."

Mirko looks somewhere good at the words of the collector.

"It is also said that half of what you see is a crawling tree if you want to confine yourself to the woods in the back. Many are asleep, though. But there are a lot of places like that in other parts of the country, so there's no problem with numbers."

Mirko continues as he fixes the rounded glasses on his nose.

"I'm studying how not to crusade a crawling tree to distinguish it, the noncrusade method wood discriminating method. I'm wondering if this village, which also buys and sells crawling trees, has its secrets..."

That's what Mirko said about the reason.

All the wooden pile walls surrounding the village are homogeneous and are strong and heavy. And they say there's even some resistance to spiritual magic.

Asking the village chief about it, the wooden pile walls existed before he was born, and he doesn't know how he made them.

The crawling trees used to repair the wooden pile walls were stored one at a time over the years, and the wood was not efficiently sorted, he said. Furthermore, the story is that the wooden pile walls have been made over the years.

"Sure, but I wasn't convinced."

Is it easy to slip off? Mirko fingers his nose hanging round glasses again and looks at the keeper, but the atmosphere was different from earlier.

The impression that it was unreliable was not fading, but the eyes were slightly sharper.

"That's why I can't help it if you don't talk to me.

That's how I got stuck in research, and you showed up where I was completely out of hand, and the next morning I brought home two wooden crawling trees that only looked exactly the same.

Why did you bother picking up the trees that crawl by at night? Don't you know something? I'll pay for it, though it's minor. If that's groundbreaking, I'll officially drop the contract. Let me know if you know anything. "

Mirko's purpose was the non-crusade method wood discriminating method for crawling trees where Mirko says it is.

Mirko seems to be studying with something like what is the only great sense of purpose.

But it was up to the collectors to do it.

Echites, and keep secrets with the Rigorous Monkey Man.

That was the right muscle for the collector, and there was nothing to consider but protecting that muscle.

"... you touched it on your own?

"I didn't touch it. I just saw it."

"You think it's perfectly homogeneous just seeing it?

"It's hard to say it's completely homogeneous just from looking at it, but I'm sure it's terribly similar. Let me touch it and I'll know exactly. And even though it's not entirely homogeneous, it's impossible to accidentally get that crawling tree of similar quality."

The collector flaunts his shoulder.

"I don't care if they say that. If you're homogeneous, I guess so, but it's a coincidence. Just like a racial twin, don't you have twins in a crawling tree?

The collector asked back when Mirko showed a bare gesture to think for a moment in return for the collector who wouldn't even show upset.

"I ask the other way, is it weird to hunt at night?

"... As far as I can tell, common hunters don't hunt at night. Unless it's a special request or raid."

"As you can see, I hunt with the beast. Plus my affinity is the Dark Fairy is the highest. Then hunting at night isn't that difficult. Rather, it's easier on nights when there's no one to compete with. The Warcraft is also active."

It's all a coincidence. We hunted at night because it was convenient. is a much more forceful story.

But there's nothing we can do unless Mirko presents clear evidence if the collector says so.

What have you been thinking and asking without proof?

The collector looked at Mirko as he leaned his neck inside.

Mirko trims his nasal glasses with his fingers, which are not even uneven. It was totally a habit.

It's the mountains that I wanted to talk to after I had all the proper evidence as Mirko, but I didn't know when this hunter was leaving this village.

It was the sample data that came together, but I didn't know anything else, and the research was stuck.

Then I would listen to them from the village chief and villagers, but no matter how many times I heard them, it was as if I didn't get the guidelines. When it came to talking to me, it was only that there was a temple in this village dedicated to crawling trees, that with Sandra it was still believed and that there was something like a festival about once a year, that people in the back woods were said to have misty people.

I know that.

This is not the only time I've come to this village, and not yesterday's research today.

But there was no research, no hearing, no gain whatsoever.

It has been more than three hundred years since non-crusade-based wood discriminating methods have been the subject of research, but many researchers have resigned from research saying that such a thing is impossible, and that has become the norm.

Many researchers have visited the village of Chitta in the past and left without discovering anything, but I felt that there was always something about Mirko.

But I didn't have time anymore. A cheap escort hunter could be hired by the favor of a jade fort, but only a small amount such as research money.

Maybe he was in a hurry.

So I talked to a suspicious hunter who somehow caught on, with no evidence or anything, and tried to figure out what was all that came from it.

But the hunter, who was not supposed to be associated with the village, was as unresponsive as the village chief or the villagers.

The expression and tone are almost irrelevant all the time.

It was more a sign of unwillingness to talk about anything than a lie. I won't say anything extra.

I was a little surprised by that.

Ignorance also seemed stubborn, but its eyes were extremely sensible.

Basic education is provided by the government in Eurifranz, which teaches reading, writing, additive subtraction, basic magic, exercise, and history.

But the children will work full-time as early as ten and as late as twelve, so only the wealthy and especially the brilliant will receive advanced education. That age dropped even further if it was in despicable rural or peripheral areas, and although there was Sandra cooperation, it was mostly that basic education was not even available.

This hunter casually throws words at himself, the scholar.

That was heterogeneous.

If basic education stops, there is something very small and uncomfortable about myself, a scholar, but this hunter doesn't have any of it.

That carelessness is also something that can be aligned with the three old adventurers, but it is not so when it comes to whether they have any such things. Many of the old three kinds of adventurers were not even able to get a basic education, and they often had a repulsive attitude towards scholars, who were the opposite of it because it became a certain sense of inferiority.

Some opponents, on the other hand, turn to what can be described as admiration, extremely friendly towards scholars.

But neither of them could be felt by this hunter.

This would mean that this hunter is quite educated.

Mirko would then completely missee this hunter.

I wasn't willing to trick you into doing this, but if I did, they would install cooperation, and at least I was getting high to know what it was.

But the only thing I found out was that I was hiding something.

That's probably the same thing I came to this village and was convinced of, other than being involved in the noncrusading wood discriminating method of crawling trees.

No matter, there is no clear evidence.

But village wooden pile walls, temples dedicated to crawling trees, and homogeneous crawling trees obtained by suspicious hunters.

I couldn't help but think they weren't related to Mirko.

The collector mumbled as if he had nothing more to say, and held up Azlona for each snowy tail, tickling with his tail.

Snow White looked depressed, but every time the collector tickled, he was pinching his ears and moving them all the time.

Mirko didn't have any more questions.

But that's how the collector and Mirko shut up.

"- Our reward is not high."

Suddenly, the silence was broken and Gasparo opened his mouth.

The collector looks at Gasparo with Azlona and his tail.

"Our Emerald Fort is a clan fighting for one or two in Marnova. Even though it's just the two of us in the professor's payroll, we can't keep hiring us, which is a mid-level party, even at the Emerald Fort. But I also got a request that if we're going to be any good for this country.

Of course, even though it involves a request for a professor with less research costs, it also means foiling the clan more than in the form of a request from the state. But more than that, I believe the professor's research will save people.

If you know anything, can you help me?

The sincere words of Gasparo.

I was a little jealous of the collectors because of their country.

- I'm telling you it's a coincidence.

But the words of the treasurer, who answered while tickling his tail, were unsatisfactory. I can't even feel fine dust, such as the intention of the other party.

"- A lot of people can save you, huh? Strong barriers can also be built in poor villages. Even weapons can be inexpensive and powerful. A hunter would know.

A young hunter yelled at the possessor's attitude. Gasparo can forgive, but he can't stop.

"Less people cry about warcraft damage. Less parents mourn for losing their parents and crying. A lot of Eurifranz. No, a lot of people will be saved!

It is a fact. The Non-Crusade Method Wood Discernment Method is a discovery that indirectly saves many people and is not surprising to have a name in history. The collector somehow knew that.

"- It's a coincidence, so I can't help it."

But that's no reason to disclose a secret to a collector.

What happens if the collector discloses a secret?

How will those who knew it be treated?

And what happens if that's not race?

What happens to those who do not need much wealth, those who want to live secluded?

What happens to this forest? Someone's gonna protect you?

Is there any guarantee they won't feed you?

Is it right to abandon a few tribes and save the vast majority of other races?

Such an inner question may have stemmed from the nature and background of the collector himself. It was never reasonable.

But the collector was unwilling to ask such questions.

The more I say, the more I suspect.

Besides, I didn't think the Mirkos would be able to answer that question and solve the problem without being overwhelmed.

"- It's time, okay? I'd like to go home."

The young hunter tried to recruit even more to the sarcastic words of the collector, but Gasparo forgave him strongly.

"But it's already past noon, right? Now, if you leave the village, at night."

As I was saying, it's none of our business.

When the collector rises as he returns his words to Gasparo, he finally gets his tail released and some sunny face of snow also rises with sleeping azrona wrapped around him.

"- Could you really help me?"

Mirko looked up at the treasurer with his gaze.

"There's nothing I can do to help."

That's what the collector says and tries to leave the cabin, but the young hunter who pushes Gasparo over gets stuck.

But Gasparo drew a young hunter before the zodiac said anything, and the zodiac hung his hand on the cabin door.

"- Beast-reliant lower hunters look great"

The infidel young hunter shrugged to his ear, but the treasurer left the cabin untouched.

It's not even a mistake.

Behind the zodiacs, a young hunter kicks the cabin door in agitation, but the zodiac takes on a bottle of Marutai when he pulls and sticks Azlona on the snowy tail and into the hood, which is fine with that.

As Snow White wrapped his tail around him to hold the other, the collectors walked towards the village gate.

In fact, Mirko's account roughly fitted.

The collectors don't know either, but in the village of Chitta only generations of village chiefs continued their relationship with the Rigor Monkeys, and the other villagers didn't.

Once a year, during a special ceremony held in a temple dedicated to a crawling tree, a deal was secretly made by generations of village chiefs.

The wooden pile walls surrounding the village were traded long ago with the Congolese monkeys, and it is one of the deals to deduce the dangerous warcraft around the village. And even more securely, the village chief received a rare crawling tree and was selling it externally under the guise of getting it by accident.

And from the village it was difficult to get in the woods, offering metal products, food, medicines, etc.

Never a big deal.

Because if you grow up, you will be torn apart by outsiders.

The Rigid Monkeys, who had been oppressed long ago, just wanted to live secluded and didn't need so much. Fei Long's habitat overlaps with that of the Rigid Monkeys, but they have lived secluded until they were able to eat the Fei Long they were told they couldn't.

The method of contact with the foggy people known to some was before the Rigid Monkeys became sheltered, and the Rigid Monkeys in law made the deal only if they decided it was less dangerous.

It is a stay in the village of Chitta to determine the counterpart, and even if Mirko knew how to make contact, the Rigid Monkeys who want to live in hiding will not show up, just like the researchers did when they visited here in the past.

That's how the Apes lived all the time. Previously, and always will.

Leaving the village of Chitta, the treasurer, who was headed for the den, had completely forgotten about Mirko and so on, and was bitterly smiling at the sight in front of him.

What is Warcraft? No. Where is Snow White going?

Marutai is wielded with a roaring sound that makes her spine colder.

Cantilevered, blowing forest wolves.

There was some fun snow white there to say Marutai/Happy.

Instead of returning to Marnova, the collectors, who headed straight from the village of Chitta towards Dragon Mountain, were proceeding through the misty coniferous forests.

Then gradually the fog faded, and when his vision opened abruptly with the coniferous forests, he went out to a place where the potatoes and trees stood in the dead meadows.

So the snow and white are raging, but it's just golden bars on ghosts and round-tails on snow and white.

Snow White blew up one forest wolf after another without damaging the round-tails equipped on his tail.

Single-cut unscratched round-tails also appear to be geared towards shields, but I don't know if that's snow-white technology or whether it's round-tails sturdy.

But why did this happen?

Originally, when there is snow and white, the wolves, etc. do not come close unless they are so hungry.

But this time, the treasurer and Azrona walked through the neglected woods of the trees, inviting their prey, and the lurking snow and white came upon them with delight.

I used it because there was a round tooth on the tail.

I guess it was the reason for that extent when I tried snow white, but this seems to have been unexpected, fun.

He was kind of a more pitiful collector of wolves as he made a sound and waved the marutai, staring sideways at the snow-white solitaire dancing endlessly, but the snow-white crusaded forest wolf firmly set aside in his food backpack.

After the Snow White Marutai incident, the collectors first went straight to the open-air bath when they returned to the Hidden Nest to retrieve the damaged and broken ice warrior's round shield in two.

The sun went down, and the white half moon crept up into the night sky, and the white hot air of the hot spring swayed in the cold night.

A nice sweaty look there, but a snow white that seems to be washed by the collector in a pleasant way and jumps into the hot spring.

Azlona, who was floating puffy, was exposed to the waves in a pleasant way.

After healing the fatigue of the journey in an open-air bath, it is a meal.

The two were well lined up and softened.

Both Snow White and Azlona saw that they liked the smoked meat of the Feilongs a lot, and waited for the collector to serve the smoked meat as yet or not.

I didn't stick my head in the smoked leather bag I took from the food backpack like the first one, but when I put a pile of the smoked meat of the flying dragon on a plate of dirt, the two drip together and covet.

Snow White seems to be patient that he can't do bad behavior in front of Azlona, but he's staring at all the possessors early on.

The treasurer put down a bunch of liquor in front of the snow and white before allowing them to eat.

The two bump into each other with tremendous momentum, but chew slowly to taste.

Watching it, the keeper also pinched a slice of smoked meat, whittling the distilled liquor into his mouth.

"- Something smells fragrant."

As usual, Ziva came weaving her feathers of a thin large black cloth that was all so permeable that it was not an exaggeration to say that she was half-naked, no, seriously naked.

Overall, the tense fleshy glutes caught my eye over the thinner, more flat chest than the nagging visible ribs and clams.

However, the original figure is a skeletal specimen.

The collector was somewhat of a complicated feeling, staring at Ziva.

Flying Dragon Smoked Meat

"Ho, I didn't know you could eat a flying dragon. Smoked..."

Ziva also sits in front of the shabu table when the collector places smoked meat and liquor on the shabu table.

The collector also lined up thinly sliced black horse meat, stir-fried fog mushrooms, and roasted large mouth meat, which were made appropriately in a liquor serving with the Rigid Monkey Man.

The collector had already assumed that Ziva's identity was a hated burglar skeleton on the Mid Continent, but I'm not going to ask about it.

Nevertheless, I was investigating the thief Skeleton at the association in Marnova, wondering if it was too late to know anything.

Ziva seemed to have been attacking the Mid continent, especially the three northern countries, for about a decade as a thief skeleton. Thieves are a kind of gossip that is widespread among the general public, sometimes referred to as terrorists, but are officially prized as specially designated disaster species.

Burglar Skeleton's behavior is roughly the same as it is the theft modus operandi that is different.

A notice reaches the city where it will be targeted, and a burglar skeleton appears on the scheduled date to carry out the theft.

However, it was only the first three times that it was stolen without any sacrifice, and since then it has been relentlessly involved, of course, in guarding the target object, if necessary even if there were ordinary people around it.

It was also said that stealing the first three degrees without blood was a fabric stone to raid the research facility of the album, the Institute of Ancient Magic Fixtures, which happened for the fourth time, and that the album, which was alarmed with thieves, halved the laboratory and made many sacrifices. The official announcement said that the magic equipment was repelled at great cost, without being taken away, but in fact it was rumored that many magic equipment should have been taken away.

Since that one incident, the Thief Skeleton has been awarded a prize for being a specially designated disaster species, and with each successful theft, the amount of that prize has risen, now said, to about five million ruts when combined with the amount of national prizes.

Further unconfirmed information, they are also stealing from old nobles, merchants, etc.

The name Thief Skeleton is a name that came to be called by a gossip-loving folk from the first three magnificent M.O. 's, but Ziva, who had succeeded in the fourth, had named himself Thief Skeleton and had terrorized the city by issuing heralds with a crest whose skeleton had chewed up his sword and wand.

From here on out it is the imagination of the collector.

The war in Caigbad is already over with the victory of Lesiharm.

But the war for bone race and Ziba Roshanaf is not over.

If you still think of your fellow countrymen living underground frightened by the spiritual magic on the part of the downpouring Lesiharm, in the occupied area named Autonomous Region, given in the corner of Caigbad, it is natural not to have mercy on Ziva.

For Ziva, it was the northern countries of the Mid continent that assisted in the assault of Lesiharm. It is true that the small countries that had no choice but to follow the three northern countries also joined in, albeit with aid, because of the alliance, which Zimbabwe would be unlikely to condone, among other things.

If my country were to be ravaged by Ziva, I would have been hostile for whatever reason, but there was no country to belong to the Collector.

As a matter of fact, a collector doesn't know the perfect truth or anything.

But then there's no reason to be particularly hostile.

And there's no reason to be hostile to Ziva.

There was no need to be afraid.

So to the collector, Ziva was just a neighbor.

Ziva also never questioned the identity or reason of a zodiac living in Dragon Mountain, not the city.

I am certain that it is translated, but it is the same for me.

Moving bones and painting unusual hunters.

That's fine.

Not more involved than necessary.

That's when those who have enemies to contend with go out with those who don't.

They never checked each other out, but as neighbors they didn't interfere any more, they kept that sense of distance.

"It's a crawling tree that was rolling down the aisle, but you make it with furniture too?

Ziva, who was eating the smoked Fei Long meat looking delicious, raised her face and said.

"Oh, my shield's broken. The off-the-shelf shield wasn't enough, so I asked them to build a Feilong shield."

"Give me something old-fashioned. Well, some guys use it in Sauran."

"Is there a black horse over there, too?

"The Fei Dragon over there and the Fei Dragon in this Dragon Mountain are of different kinds, naturally different materials to combine. Doesn't that mean a perfectly homogeneous Fei Long shield?

And this smoked meat is delicious. "

"Is that what you mean?... the flesh of the Fei Long was no good at anything."

Ziva opened her tiny mouth for a moment, and laughed at her teasing.

"The smell of the flesh of a flying dragon would be famous. Enough to tell me you're better off eating sand than flying dragon meat, huh? Especially since the eagles get caught in the smell, my ancestors seem to have had a lot of bitter feelings. Even now, children can be fooled and eaten by adults."

Ziva laughs like she says she's funny-hearted.

Such a Ziva keeper, and Snow White and Azrona stared resentfully at him.

A child of bone race who had been fooled by adults into eating the flesh of the Fei Long would have looked the same.

The next day, the collector left the lair with a round shield of Marutai and a broken ice warrior, and then a broken Kukri knife, or three-sword antler (Aromelli) horn, for Bartis.

Upon arrival at Bartis, Snow White unfortunately gave Marutai, who unfortunately was never swayed this time, to the collector, who decided not to see it and deposited Azrona, fortified and took charge of the two Marutai, heading to the workshop of Ekaitz.

I couldn't just use snow and white toys as a weapon this time.

Open the door to Ekaitz's workshop and go inside.

But the workshop is as galan and no one.

Back or when the collector walked out.

My butt, it bounced.

In too much shock, the collector slams his forehead against a large table.

Looking back at the enemy, there was a ray behind him. I guess he was behind the door.

He was staring at this one with an old-fashioned swing of a stick.

The collector suppresses his ass and moans inside as he slams against the table.

Irralgi, raleigh.

I wonder why the Baruch women slap their asses,.