Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

- I don't want to.

The cold rejection and the black raid were simultaneous.

Even though it was not a conscious word as a 'disgusting guest', it is that the everyday impropriety of the collector can be questioned by touching the scales in just one word.

It was a word to fill the gap, not knowing how to do it in a fancy store or how to handle women well, which I am not used to as a collector.

It was just a habitual behavior, like stroking snow and white, that stretched my arm even though I asked if I could touch it. That doesn't mean looking at the other person as a beast, it's still due to the usual inadvertence that the race didn't have enough regard for tails that it couldn't hold.

Then I can't help it if it's a tail.

Exactly, my ears had changed with criticism that they were bad, but it's synonymous with telling me to let someone else in the tail and red touch my ear, and you don't have to think about being treated like a pervert to know, which is still inadvertent.

The black shadow that struck the treasurer, the flying figure of the black yang (Hayyan) of the black heavenly thousand tail fox, was as if it were a black three day moon.

The collector prepares for a snow-white class clash and instantly concentrates his magic on the physical barrier of the Life Elite Magic. If Snow and White use a little force, they will grind with a single blow, such as the physical barriers of autonomous magic, and they will also penetrate the physical barriers that have unfolded on the brink of the skin as they are.

It was assuming that the opponent would be hit by a special blow or something, but close to it.

Black Heaven Thousand Tail Fox (Heitentihu) is a unique species that lives on this southeastern continent and is a powerful high-altitude warcraft. The number of tails grew over the years, and in the past the Black Heaven Thousand Tails fox with countless tails was said to have been given its name because it had been witnessed competing with dragons. He was also famous for manipulating black flames and illusions.

But the concern of the treasurer ends in concern.

A noisy noise struck the sandbag like a hammer, and the shock rocked the hair of the collector.

What was in front of the treasurer was a reluctant white back.

Kuroyang and Snow White stick their foreheads together as they clash, staring at each other at close range.

Despite being face-to-face for the second time, we do not give way to the red copper-colored eyes of Black Yang and the grey-golden eyes of Snow White, as if they were enemies of the Uncluttered Heaven. It was implicitly decided that it was better to deviate than lose.

At that time, the collector was relieved that he did not clash against Kuroyang just behind the snow and white, but his arm could not move.

I can also see a little confusion in Xiao 'er (Shaoni), who stares at the treasurer with a harsh eye.

Snow and white tails wrapped disappointingly around the collector's stretched arm.

While Snow White suppressed Kuroyang, he was stopping the arms of a collector who was about to be stretched out to Xiao's tail.

I'm not jealous.

Because Snow White instantly felt Xiao, and the intense feeling of rejection emanating from Kuroyang, and he read the expression that there were beautiful children and big stars around him, and that was no good.

Yes, I'm not jealous.

Never, never jealous, etc. Are you jealous of the black foxes?

Wouldn't it just be lame, such as a tail that's just so black and dressed up?

It's a little shiny, blocky, what is it?

- Meijiri

The collector's elbow and wrist scream like a chair that is used up and makes a noise.

The short groaned collector was sweating on his forehead, yet the sweat on his spine instantly chilled out by the silent pressure of snow and white.

It wasn't broken, but it was exquisitely around the ligament.

What about this disciple (Azrona) and this teacher (Snow White)? It was a brilliant articulation that was extremes of wrist and elbow with exquisite force application and subtraction of each part of the tail.

A reluctant customer, the collector, should not be thought of as a good person for Xiao Xiao by making a cheap apology for Snow White, etc., and his expression could not be broken.

How can reflections and apologies be passed on to Snow White?

Even as the collector looks at the snow and white in a hurry inside, the snow and white ignores it and frees the arms of the collector poignantly.

And I began to wonder what I would do with the high, chronic black fox in front of me.

Kuroyang seems to be thinking about it again, and a strange silence flows through the swordswallowing atmosphere.

Snow White and Black Yang had implicit rules.

Hurt the other person and do not bleed.

Kuroyang has been tightened up by Mi and Xiao children, and even if it is snow white, this request is for the liver.

So what do we do?

Snow White and Black Yang stare at each other, gazing at several imaginable kills, but they all bleed. It's only natural that we should kill each other.

I don't even like to leave first.

It is better to stray ahead and lose.

So the two of them, who held each other in silence for a while, moved.

- Heavy bass sounded like cramming sand (black) into huge cloth bags and hitting each other with a swinging blunt instrument (jack).

Hit each other, black and white tails.

Even as the long tail of snow and white tries to snap the lateral side of Black Yang at that speed, Black Yang uses two blocked giant tails to effortlessly stop and aim for the lateral side of Snow and White with a knife to return.

Snow white that instantly uses about the inside of the tail to stop it and also prevents the other tail with the tip.

Black Yang excels in snow and white with excellent speed and flexibility and in the number of tails if you're in trouble.

We don't pull a step toward each other with our foreheads poked at each other.

Black Yang barks.

- Wow. You have to teach this rude monkey something called courtesy. Or do you think a country girl who can't be any horsebone can't be polite?

- Guruuuuu. Makes me laugh at trying to teach manners to a strange male without even trying to teach him a partner. Just like some dumb bitch, high temper, narrow and hysterical. Not at all salvageable)

- Wow. My concubine will give it to you instead. Thank you.)

- Whoa, whoa. Now, the meth problem there.... Oh well. The female is so foolish that her hands cannot apply it, and Omae has no power to guide it. And I haven't noticed that, he said.... pathetic)

Noisy tails rumble and racially unintelligible wills fly.

It was precisely the momentum to determine the female male.

Behind it, he observed Xiao Xiao, whose evacuated collectors shifted each round table, giving him a sense of rejection.

I don't know how disrespectful my tails and ears are, but Xiao Xiao and Kuroyang react stubbornly and intensely. Though it is not within the scope of the work of the collector, this was difficult.

Xiao Xiao opened her mouth when she saw an offensive battle that would not harm Snow White and Black Yang each other and perceived something.

"… are you the collaborator your sisters (Jeje) said one day?

My sisters and I are beautiful children, and that's what I called senior geisha in the world of geisha.

"I don't know what to say. I only came here because I don't know what a deer woman and an ex-combatant are like."

The collector laughed thinly.

I'm not lying. Therefore, the words of the treasurer were authentic.

After consulting with Big Star and Miao, it was said that Xiao Jiao would speculate and draw conclusions of his own accord, but Xiao Jiao perceived something according to the words.

"-.... you foreigners"

Even if Xiao Xiao's eyes become sharper, the collector stirs up even more.

"Are you great enough to pick a guest by race or nationality with a warrior belt geisha? This would be more enjoyable for a geisha, no whore, around there. Look, you're gonna have to deal with this."

The collector waved his gaze at the nearby maiden child (Maini).

It's as if she's a geisha or a whore.

Xiao Xiao's signs bring something even more swordlike.

"Xiao Xiao (Cheoni), you are in front of the guests. Give it up. - Thank you very much, my guest. Give me a break."

When Maini apologized to the collector, Xiao Bao tied his lips tightly and enjoyed himself.

The collector observes Xiao Xiao as usual.

Why is this woman so stubborn and what background is it? I was still interested.

Xiao Bao was causing further discomfort to the uncomfortable attention pointed out to Letisha, the elf who was in Marnova, but the collector could not have noticed either.

Strange tranquillity flowed between the collector and Xiao 'er.

Black Yang and Snow White. He was a big star watching the exchange between the zodiac and Xiao 'er, but there was a cold sweat flowing through his spine.

The collector is doing well for me.

While Big Star thought so, he was beginning to think it was sooner or later.

First of all, black yang and snow and white go worst together.

They appear to be fighting peacefully using their soft tails, but the two are beating each other to death enough to escape barefoot, such as a lousy dragon.

Instead of being able to get my hands on it if I really fight it, it can only be stopped by a half dragon prince or a master martial artist. I stop myself, just thinking about it seeped sweat in my hand.

And the collector and Xiao 'er.

It meshes so well that it is exquisite.

in the direction of incompatibility.

Xiao Xiao, who would be a warrior belt geisha too seriously, and a natural and inadvertent collector who acted as a disgusting guest too seriously.

I guess there's some physiological incompatibilities, but more so, the two are alike.

And because of its similarity, the position of a warrior belt artist and a disgusting guest collide without the madness of dimensions.

This is fine in order to remind the customer and make him/her feel better, but just looking at him/her is going to leave a hole in his/her stomach.

Big Star does relationships quite well. Therefore, I was unfamiliar with such stress.

When Big Star was suffering from stress like an intermediate management position that way, Azlona was evacuating to stay out of it.

On my baby's lap.

It is the same people's nostalgia.

She grew up quite large, but didn't even hate the hyena, combed it with her fingers, and stroked it when she twisted its pale scale.

That was unnecessarily causing Xiao Xiao's frustration.

I wonder why my sisters should take care of the beasts of a race they don't like.

On this day, the collector demanded that Xiao Bao be excused, stroking his fingers, and turning his hand around his waist.

That seems to be the borderline as a disgusting guest.

Touching your buttocks and tails is a rarity.

Is it useful?

Even if they say so, the collector will deny it.

He asked for an exhortation from a woman he hated, stroked his finger, and just turned his hand around his hips, and there was nothing fun or anything.

It is the expression that I manage to address, but it is also natural because it constantly entails a strong sense of rejection.

Because the collector has no taste in rape.

"- Why did a woman like that Xiaoxiao become like that?

The collector asks what he cared about.

After leaving the store, the collector, who managed to finish his first job, had caught a cup at a nightclub near Big Star. Mi is not here because of Xiao's education.

Big Star, who somehow is holding around his stomach, answers in a whisper.

"... it's nothing to hide, but don't tell me, okay?

Xiao Xiao was said to have been the only daughter of a junior official in the western part of the continent.

The father was executed for boring embezzlement, and his mother later died ill as he pursued. He was treated as the daughter of a sinner without the power to find out if his father really embezzled him or not.

There was no one who could count on Xiao Bao, the daughter of an embezzled official, and he came this far so that he could be sold in half.

It was his preference as the daughter of a junior official who was good at two bows Erhu, but it was only after the flow that he polished it.

The height of pride seems to be due to its origins, and rejection of others is due to the execution of the father, the flat hands of his relatives, the cold of the world, and the misfortune that came down during the flow.

"Well, that black fox is"

"Every teahouse burned their hands on Xiao Xiao, and when the whore was about to drop me, Mi Xiao protected me, but by then I seemed to have already been with him. It's just that they're still small, and I noticed Xiao Xiao was hiding them, and they protected them together."

"... right"

A soggy breeze flowed.

As I swallowed the chickens, my surroundings became noisy.

Many nightclubs are closed and open. When there's a big star there, the drunkards come as if they were moth lights.

It's not like I don't like it.

I don't really get involved because of the early publicity about the treasurer. Doesn't even rule it out.

There's a strange guy.

I have a liquor-loving beast and a nostalgic flying dragon boy.

Such understanding seemed to be in progress.

Around noon the following day, the Collector was in the Explorer's Guild.

As usual, the Seekers jumped as the collectors tried to dive into the cave ahead of the luggage inspection.

Make way, it's not like that party.

A man who could tell at a glance he was dead and a man who was seriously wounded dying were carried by his companions.

A keeper who drops off his back.

I didn't know the Explorer Party was on the verge of collapse the first time I came to this ruin.

The collector tightened his mind and stepped into the cave.

A treasurer who reached three layers through the shortest distance.

This time I was going to take my legs up to four layers, but stopped in a certain passage. To be precise, I had to stop it.

A warcraft like a bamboo sticking to a barrier of autonomous magic.

It's a warcraft that was simulated on a cave wall, and the threat isn't that high. The barrier was not even torn at present, and the noise of biting and about to cut the lights made it sound blinking.

There is damage in both physical and magical barriers.

More than ten warcraft arrived from the surrounding caves, like Pyrania with meat in the river, even though the collector smashed and blew them.

Paralyzed Rock Tortoise (Pinshao).

It is a warcraft that simulates on the rocky skin of a cave, and is a shogun with enough legs to open its palm when it is spread with the head for about one minute of an adult male fist. The main means of attack is a biting and paralyzing attack, or lightning strike.

The autonomous magic barrier cannot be broken by the slightest degree of lightning strike, but in this number it just becomes suspicious too.

The collector tried to use a cold sphere with hands-on training, but Snow White, who was annoyed by successive tongue-beating thunderbolts and luminescent phenomena that dazzled into thin darkness, swept away the paralyzed rock candle sticking to the physical barrier with his tail and nails.

After only being lucky enough to be swallowed away, the paralyzed rock swallows fled in a panic to the prickly killing of snow and white that erupted only for a moment, at the end of the day when there is even something to simulate on the rock.

On the other hand, the snow and white cleared my mind with its sweep, eating up at the paralyzed rock octopus, which I turned into two with my nails.

Snow white chewing through rubbery flesh all the time.

Azlona tries to get down to the ground in a snarling and awkward way to bite into a paralyzed rock octopus and snap off its body.

Snow White chewed for a while, but spewed out.

The treasurer sees this one and its spit wreckage, and is convinced. The epidermal area seems to be difficult to eat and not many in itself.

It seems that water bags and the like will be made from raw materials, but they don't seem to be suitable for eating the whole thing.

"I'll do the rest."

With that said, the collector thinks once more.

Skin becomes useless in cold spheres and piles of dirt.

Big nail hammers and the like won't work, and if you attack with a deformed big nail axe, you'll have a big scratch on your skin. Same thing even if used without throwing boomerang.

Then all I have is a demon gun...

When Snow White retreated behind him after securing Azlona, who still fights against the Paralyzed Rock Buddha himself, the Paralyzed Rock Buddha was attacked just saying that the only enemy was the Collector. He's not very smart.

Paralyzed rock bamboo flying across walls from cave walls.

If you live in nature, you can easily prey on bats, and if you attack in groups using lightning strikes, you are likely to prey on deer as well.

Probably can't just be a demon gun. I wasn't sure I could get hit by a paralyzed rock octopus flying in front of me.

The collector maintains the autonomous magic barrier, while still targeting a single paralyzed rock octopus.

"- Ice Box"

The collector captured the paralyzed rock octopus the moment it flew by ice sperm magic before sealing it in an ice box and taking it in his hand.

And he made only a few holes in the ark of ice, which was moving, and he smote it, as a paralyzed rock eagle came out of it. I can't even take this off.

It's an iron bullet at close range, and if I hadn't died from this, I'd have had to stab it even with a knife.

When I unlocked the ice box, it was dead but the bullet stopped in my body without penetration.

"... skin, rubber and meat"

Apparently it consists of roughly three layers, which seems to have stopped the bullet. It must also have been depressing to see the meat consisting of these three layers that Snow White spit out.

"... you want power"

I think of my lack of attack power in an attack that does not penetrate the warcraft that inhabits about three layers. Not enough yet, but the defenses are aligning. But aggression, no, the lack of decision making, was deadly.

The Attack of the Collector's Maximum Power is an approaching 'all-powerful blow', 'poison', and magical saturation attack.

But that's not enough.

Unexpectedly, it brings back abominable memories.

Yes, I couldn't break Luge's defense.

I haven't tried it, but that one even made me withstand the blow of Ziva's flying spear Thundersnake. Bone snake attacks spinning with lightning strikes and other holes in the belly with a single blow.

Beyond that.

The first thing that comes to mind is autonomous magic, but the 'twist' and 'net' that Ziva gets is a praiser and not a decision maker in the first place. "Request Change" is certainly powerful as an effect, too, but Kanno Mountain is enough to put it on itself with a collector whose conditions are too cynical and not as brainless or powerful as Ziva's, and of course it can't be a decision maker where he did that.

Then it is a demon gun.

Do something about the demon gun...

With that in mind, the collector knocked down one paralyzed rock octopus at a time, and when he picked it up in a whole bag, he turned back the cave to reschedule.

The collector was in a small room on the edge of the three layers where he developed the cold sphere. Unfortunately, there are no trappers this time.

Now, and the collector pulls out the triple demon gun on his hip.

The power of the demon gun was about that of a pistol, even though I had never had a pistol or anything, so I was releasing it somehow.

I was content with bursting the wind and being as powerful as a pistol.

But on second thought, you don't have to stick to the power of a pistol. Since gunpowder is not used, it should also be possible to improve the power.

That's why the collectors began to find out by hand how far the power of the demon gun would increase.

It's too cumbersome to adjust with the will to communicate, so I decide to leave it to the magic. Don't forget to apply physical enhancement all over your body just in case.

First of all, normal power.

It damaged the cave slightly, and the stone bullet smashed.

The Demon Gun itself is perfectly fine, even though it slightly increases the magic power it gives to the Wind Elf from there.

Basin, shred the basin and cave walls.

With each increase in power, the amount of sharpening will also increase.

The collector is cowardly. I thought it would be tough if the Demon Gun broke by increasing its power at once, and made it a little more powerful.

But it won't break.

I had let it go about a hundred times already.

I was already tired of snow white and took Azrona somewhere. Maybe he's going to train Azlona like he did on the ship.

The collectors are getting tired of it.

Heavy head. It's not as big a deal as fatigue, but I felt like my brain was wearing out, like at dawn all night.

(Hey, you can make it a lot more powerful)

A keeper who performs a flat out contradictory will where 'a little' and 'a lot' mix.

It is a half-day exploration right from the long voyage, from which it is a three-day exploratory row and a job as an unpleasant guest without taking adequate rest, and another exploratory row.

Stress and injuries caused by the darkness with Luge.

Long seasickness due to sailing.

The fact that it is unsuitable for Camilla's strangulations and hunters, who are guild officials.

Partly because of those piles and the failure to take adequate rest, the parts that the collectors themselves did not realize, the nervous fatigue, were coming to a limit.

As a matter of fact, the battle with the Paralyzed Rock Buckthorn was the first decent battle in the ruins for the Buddhist Buddhist Buddhist Buddhist Buddhist Buddhists, who were exhausted without realizing it themselves.

Inside the ruins is completely different outside. The way you stress, the speed of fatigue.

Unfortunately, there was no one to teach it to the possessor, who was alone, and came here and said that it erupted.

The collector packs a triple demon gun with Dwarf metal bullets and targets the cave walls.

He handed a large amount of magic to the wind sperm and burst the air in the demon gun with maximum output.

- The buzzing sound.

The collector caught his guard off the gunfire, which was not as good as he had imagined.

Almost at the same time as the gunfire, a violent recoil that far exceeded expectations. A bouncing arm. A glaring body.

Painfully, I hit him in the back of the head.

The demon gun is undamaged.

But the treasurer's body was more damaged.

The recoil, which slightly exceeded the physical strengthening applied throughout the body, was too instantaneous to add any strengthening.

The collector, who was not even instructed to shoot, stood at home and held the gun handle with both hands, but the partially trained fingertips and grip did not let go of the bouncing demon gun.

Was that good or bad?

The recoil of the demon gun was transmitted directly to his arms, and since it was a suicide bombing, it was not relieved by the barrier, which brilliantly dislocated both shoulders.

A keeper who strikes the back of his head, groans and falls.

"- Huh?"

He stopped moving due to severe pain caused by dislocation of both shoulders, trying to hold his head and roll around.

outside of the problem, such as back of the head pain.

I don't want to move it. If I move it, I die.

It is such a pain.

The pain of dislocation is intolerable. As much as anesthesia is sometimes used to cure it in Japan, it was all the more so if it was also the first dislocated part.

The caveman remained solidified lying in the cave until the snow and white arrived.

Should it be cured or should the status quo be maintained?

When Snow White, who sensed the anomaly of the treasurer, returns, he sighs at the treasurer, who leaned back and even wept in his eyes.

I did the fool again, he said.

Snow white trying to carry a runnin 'collector of severe pain if you move it.

"Wait, don't touch it. I'll fix it."

That's what I say in my mouth, but it wasn't healing until Snow White arrived.

I have also borne the treatment of the bone system in the Allerduria Mountains, when I had the acari fix it, but it is very painful. I am familiar with the treatment of recoil with a full blow that I am prepared to release, but dislocation of both shoulders is not its ratio.

It was because of that that the collector was hesitant to heal.

Manage to heal. Ignoring his vain husband's untrue words of working from such a tomorrow, Snow White fixed the body of the collector with his tail and put it on his back, overhearing a leaking scream as he ate his teeth.

"Let's at least bullet -!"

At least he leaks the unspoken scream of where the bullet went and retrieve it, but Snow White shook his neck to the side.

It's not mean, it penetrates deep into the walls of the cave and is so deformed that it can't be used as a bullet. It was so laborious to say how snowy it was, and now I wanted to give priority to carrying the collector.

On the back of the snow white, the collector and Azrona's eyes met.

The collector and Azrona had similar eyes. Secured in snow and white with little mercy and dislocated, Azlona is once snow-white sparta-trained.

Still, Azlona, snagging over Snow White's head, was exhausted by that workout and crawled over worried about the keeper.

"- Guuuuuuuu!"

Yes, it just so happens that that wing arm just touched the shoulder of the treasurer.

The collector couldn't be angry, he endured.

Azlona tilted her neck, again.

"- Ugh! Ugh!

Snow White found out about the treasurer's screams and so on, or he turned back his temple and cave.

Though it may be said that it is gentle around preventing tremors from being transmitted to the collector, it seems quite frustrating to see Azlona left behind.

The Caveman left the cave carrying the same dying man as the Caveman did when he entered the ruins. It has only been about two days since I dived, I deserve it.

Leaving the guild, there was a big star.

For Snow White, it is a ship across. How snowy and unhealing, my treasurer does not hesitate to fix the pain. Not at all, I ran out of soft words.

"Oh, hey, you okay?"

Snow White gently placed the keeper in front of Big Star. He seems to know how to do something about it, and Snow White knows only about Big Star or Middleboy who is not hostile to the Holder.

Just gently placed, the collector groans and floats more fat sweat on his forehead. No, flush.

"Or I just lost my shoulder"

The great star nodded as relieved by the words of the treasurer,

"Don't worry too much"

Big star who, by the way, takes the arms of the treasurer.

The collector screams, but his body doesn't move.

When I saw it, the snowy tail was suppressing the body of the safekeeper.

Gokung

The collector does hear such a bone sound and raises a groaning scream with his teeth eaten up.

"Together."

Gokung

Thanks to Big Star putting his shoulders on, the hell of a zodiac is over. You can fix it later with self-healing.

"You have no choice. That's the only way to fix the dislocation."

I'm flattered. Big star says to the collector with his eyes.

"... thankful"

Maybe Luge was stranded and in a hurry. It is my fault that I dislocated.

Explore for three days, work as an unpleasant guest for one day, and explore again for three days.

It's weirder not to get tired. That's also because we're risking our lives to fight in a closed environment called ruins. Some parts were originally short-circuited. It overlapped, too, and what an idiot the maximum output of a demon gun was.

It is a reflection.

... I feel like I always do, but the keeper laughed bitterly.

Sixty days of the Ethereal Moon, the next day, in the evening.

The well-rested collectors, along with Big Star, were waiting for Midori and Xiao at the last luxury store.

It doesn't mean I'm late.

It is the soul dare to stay ahead and put psychological pressure on him.

There they are.

Midori is a blue northern-style coat, but Xiao is a greasy colour with different colours.

A tight Mongolian-style ethnic costume with a shoulder and a warlike coat with a northern style are modern in this era of Longhua.

Although Xiao Xiao managed to fix her expression when she realized that the collector was ahead of her, she still didn't seem to like it.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Not today."

Midori and Xiao play music.

Again, good arm.

But today I heard noise from another room. The martial artists make foolish noises and hear the feminine whispers of the geisha.

The sound of two bows and two hus was completely swallowed by noise. Nasty sound drives everything away, so there's nothing I can do about all this.

Though due to the noise, Midori tries to bow her head to not being able to play the song satisfactorily, but the collector blocked it.

"- No, fine. If you look good, your face is fine. Sit there. And the fox there. It doesn't matter if there's a song or not."

The collector took the miscellaneous book out of his nostalgia and began to paint Mi and Xiao children holding two bows Erhu, Kuroyang who refrained beside them.

Even if they say so, the Middlers can't stop playing as the will of the Warrior Belt Geisha, Middlers continue to play without that, Xiao Xiao Xiao puts a blues bar in her eyes but plays, Kuroyang roars to disrespectful words. I would have endured this.

- Out of the way of the song, fox.

It's unreasonable.

Even though I say I don't want the song, I curse Kuroyang for being in the way of the song.

It's just an unpleasant customer.

Bum, the tail of Kuroyang's Tochinka bag was cut.

A flying black yang.

Snow white that suppresses it.

Just halfway between the collector and the Xiao children, the two poke each other in the forehead with the gong and hit each other in the tail again.

- Wow. (Translation: I've never been disrespectful like this! You shameless bastard!)

Customers who call the Middler are relatively willing to call the Middler as a narrowband geisha. Less rumbling like a keeper, Kuroyang had gotten used to it.

- Guru. (Translation: I don't deny being disrespectful, but customers are customers. Shut up and I'll accompany you)

That's what Snow White, who understands this job, said with a laugh on his nose.

Kuroyang accelerates his tail by peeling his anger. Snow White also accelerated the speed of his tail to accommodate it.

As the two beasts contended, the collector finished painting.

Confirming that, Miu smiled bitterly, Xiao Bao took a seat without exaggerating with gloomy anger.

Xiao Xiao spills blush as she exhorts beside the collector.

"... ear to ear, face to face, all I see is appearance. So the man..."

The collector laughed with his nose.

"All I know about you is your face, your outfit, your art arm. It's natural for a geisha to have good arms, and her outfit is in the job. All you have to do is face it. Well, if that's the case, what are you looking at me?

From Xiao Xiao's perspective, such as the personality of the collector, I end up with one of the worst words. If you don't even know your arm as an explorer, you can't even see the picture you're drawing at this distance. What part of the Explorer in armor do you want me to praise?

As the collector says, the rest is about appearance at best.

Xiao Xiao becomes even more grumpy whether he has reached the same conclusion as the thought collector so far or does not like what he has reached.

I can't even say it's not at all if you look at it from a beauty child, but it's also because you know the true face of the treasurer. The collector who plays the unpleasant guest only shows Xiao Bao the unpleasant side, so it would be a difficult question for Xiao Bao.

When I realized, the noise was gone.

I think it's finally quiet, and the martial artists who were making noise take the geisha and come up to the room.

The geisha had deep slits and wore large open chinese dress-style costumes on their chests, each with a martial arts drip.

"Whoa, you've got a good geisha, I'll pay you, so deal with him. Get out of my way."

I try to push the possessor away, but there the beauty broke in.

"I'm a Wow customer. Give me a break."

"You stood in front of me. Nice work. I liked it more and more."

Martial artists turn their hands on their hips, touch their tails, and try to stroke their glutes even more in an attempt to attract the beauty child.

"- There's no whore here. Go somewhere else."

Pattin and dry sounds.

Miko glanced back at Willow Eyebrow, kicking him and paying the Martial Arts hand, striking his opponent's cheek flat as it was.

Martial artist's intoxicating eyes give it a swordswallowing vibe.

A builder who was lying down took the arm of a martial artist trying to grab the shoulder of a beauty child as it was.

"Oh, my God, those hands are"

Martial artists find the treasurer.

Better not have a big star interrupt there and cause problems with a small voice. I whisper to the detriment of foreigners.

"Brothers, this man has just come to this country and he can't speak."

The collector lets go silently and leaves the room.

Shortly before that, the collector whispered to the big star in a low voice and left to flee.

The figure only seems as if a hipster is running away from trouble, and the martial artists even laugh and curse at each other.

Xiao Xiao, who had suppressed Kuroyang, also had a cold gaze on the back of such a collector.

Enough for the collectors to leave, Mi and Big Star kept pushing questions with the martial artists. There...

"- I got a report that a drunk was rambling in the store.... you guys?

A number of Japanese police officers stepped into the store with their men.

The lord of this luxury store has not yet noticed the martial artists, and the captors should not have appeared in these matters in the first place.

Big Star just says here.

"If we were swallowing, we would suddenly interrupt, and we would be in trouble."

"No, no. Not so."

A captor who could not have come appears, and the martial artist tries to fix his words in various places.

"I'm going to try to touch the body of a geisha, I'm going to kick out a foreign guest, and the business talks have been pretended."

Big Star looked like a troubled merchant.

Even though the geisha behind the martial artist tries to say back, "I got my hands on it first -" Big Star deliberately corrects his own collar and straps it.

The geisha was surprised by the inexplicable behavior, but soon realized it and shut her mouth.

It is forbidden for a geisha to dress exposed. Though to some extent acquiesced, at this time, if Big Star calls his captors, he will lose his rice tongue for a while.

The geishas rushed to start matching their open chests with slits.

In the end, the martial artists and the entertainers are taken. Though it will come out in a couple of days as a drunken thing.

A keeper and a big star having a reflective drinking-like party at a nightclub, as usual.

Mi and Xiao are not here because of reports and apologies to the store, and Xiao's education.

"No, thank God"

"You could have done anything."

Early escaping, the collector rushed in to the capture and let him grip one of the gold grains. It's not to say I can't, it's the ultimate desire to do something about the drunken martial arts artist, and that the captor did what the collector said he did

Because of the gold grain, it is a sachet I received from Ziva before. It's a small one, but it seems to have been enough to get you to do your job faithfully.

"I don't think so.... Sorry."

Big Star lowered his head.

"Middles, I don't belong in any tea house. Sometimes I get harassed like today because of that. If I can keep doing that, my guests will stop calling my baby. They seem to think that they'll have to go into the teahouse."

"... you think that's today's martial artists?

"That store can't go in without someone's introduction. It's far from a fancy store. It's not the kind of place where a martial arts artist can come. But if the owners of the big tea houses are behind us, we'll have a good time."

The collector was convinced.

"I'm sorry to keep quiet. I didn't tell you because I've been calm lately...... Will you still keep doing that?

To Big Star's inquiry, the collector nodded.

"That's why you asked me to be a Northerner, right? I'm not even settling in this country anyway. I don't mind buying them a grudge, he said. Well, you're right."

If you're a martial artist to that extent, there's no problem. You just have to run away to the worst place to stay. There are times when the Dragon Chinese cannot enter a foreign residence, but it is not a place where the Dragon Chinese can move as they think.

"I think we'll be doing it in another store from now on. You can't cause trouble to the store. Meet me as close as possible to the Seeker as usual."

- Oh, it's Big Star.

After a while I realized there was a big star, and people came together, as usual.

The men are laughing and swallowing as early as possible, mainly Big Star.

There's also a tight mix of snow and white, and Azlona wields her love for her servants and old men.

There seems to be a slight problem, but it's not bad to get a job as an unpleasant guest if you can see a sight like this.

- What are you looking at?

The drunkard around here, who knows the zodiac swallows quietly, has already left the zodiac alone. There is no such thing as getting involved. Even a high earthquake just makes a voice out of it

The drunk young man had a woman with him.

The lady was watched by a collector. That you would have put your eyes on my woman.

Women are beautiful.

Normally it's not strange for a collector to watch, but he didn't this time. I was just looking out for the Big Stars.

However, even if I actually watched it, I didn't have the muscles to get involved.

……

The collector decided to ignore it. I don't feel good.

"Oh, my God."

When a young man tries to recruit further to his presence, and Big Star tries to stand up when he realizes how the Zodiac is doing.

Snow and white appeared all the way from the side of the treasurer.

My breath stinks of alcohol.

The drunken young man fled, appropriately saying something, looking drunk in an instant.

"... drunk everywhere"

Snowflake snorted in the words of the collector, avoiding the hand the collector tried to stroke, and went back to the banquet again.

Big Star sank and slept with the men, and Snow White licked the leftover liquor.

Unexpectedly, Snow White wakes his face. There was a sense of urgency.

Oddly enough, the collector was equally hacked.

There is no Azlona.

I haven't even gotten caught up in some drunkenness for my working daughter.

There's nowhere to go.

Did you get caught?

The collector immediately realizes the possibility.

I've been nostalgic for people lately without prospect. You just stay away from the malicious, and if there were signs of grasping, you'd have noticed Snow White.

But if Azrona were fed and gladly gradually left the scene, you might not notice. If you even had sleeping pills in your bait, you'd be caught casually away.

If something more like a snow-white distracting collector crisis overlaps, you might not even notice it. The intoxicated man acted in his own right.

Big Star, who should have been sinking, wakes up in the quieter rage of snow and white.

- There's no Azlona.

After instantly understanding the situation in the words of the collector, Big Star looked thoughtful and said.

"- It could get dried up"

Fei Long's child says that when it is dried, it becomes an ingredient for the immortal medicine.

The efficacy is unknown, but Fei Long's, he can definitely sell it high when he becomes a mutant child, too.