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This is what happened behind Fujichima watching the increase of Gorda while he was howdy.

- Duchy side trash can.

There was a trash can ahead of Maluburg as he put his arms together and stared with satisfying eyes.

Zlari and the ten trash cans… which he set up in order to "improve the efficiency of the work".

"Dear Maluburg, I did have one lined up in front of the trash can...... isn't that too much?

The faithful butler. In fact, Frederick, a knight, groans worryingly toward Maluburg.

"No, this is fine. Frederick. Let's practice to surprise Josie."

When Succubus Maluburg raises his right hand, each of them lines up with an ore to put in the trash.

The soldiers are staring at Maluburg's behavior with a serious eye.

Soldiers with tension......

In front of Maluburg, do you think you can't hit bad......

Talari and sweat flow down the forehead of some.

Everyone gets jittery and sweat from their gripping palms.

"First, try it. I'm coming. One, five."

Each of the soldiers had been given a number beforehand, and the ore was to be thrown into the trash in line with the decree of Maluburg.

'Oh, come on. Such a good thing.'

'Oh, come on. Such a good thing.'

"Sounds like it's hard to overlap your voice completely."

The soldiers, who were divided into one or five who threw the ore earlier, again hold the ore in their hands.

- Please wait.

"Yeah, you're starting to feel good. I'll go then. Throw it in while you look at the one on your right. Start from scratch."

Maluburg raises his right hand and places the index finger of the opposite hand on his mouth before… lowering his right hand.

"Ooh, ooh."

"Hey, hey, okay."

"Chichichichichichichichichi"

"Good, good, good."

"I don't think this is the place."

"Good, good."

Give me the thighs.

Noise.

Exactly that was nothing but noise.

The trash can voice is heavy and I don't know what you're talking about.

But Maluburg looked satisfied with the angel's smile.

"Okay, let's not forget this feeling"

"Ha!"

The soldiers held their mouths together and gave their salutes.

Meanwhile, Klaus, who watched the whole thing, said his mouth remained drawn...

"What the hell are you going to do with this? Dear Maruburg?"

"Hmm? I thought I could make some music, but since I can't seem to, I decided to surprise Josie."

"Oh, really..."

It was Frederick with a big sigh in his head that he didn't really understand what genius was thinking.

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- Principality, at the planned field.

Klaus' men are a one-of-a-kind group.

Because it's under his control, or it might seem like a bunch of rogues if someone didn't know about them.

However, even Klaus and his men do their job properly.

It feels like silencing someone who cares about bare behavior because it delivers as much as Frederick's men in the solid.

Such Klaus' men were digging back weeds waving their quacks at best.

There, a refreshing and descending pigeon.

"Hey, pigeon. You're in a good mood today."

"Ugh! I'm gonna stick it out for the mites. Ooh!

"Ouch. I'm counting on you today."

"Ugh!

Although only for a few days, Hutto has always worked with Klaus' men ever since he met them.

On the other hand, Klaus' men weren't those who cared too much about the format either, so even when an irregular named Hutto came, he accepts it very well.

"Hey, I made you wait."

Klaus takes on a quack on his shoulder and gives his face as he rubs his inert mustache with his fingertips.

Captain, I've been waiting for you.

"You can't beat the captain today."

Klaus' men stand colored and increase the speed of waving the quail.

"Hmm...... still sweet"

Klaus, who hoisted his loose quail overhead, moved the quail about twice as fast as his men.

"Panese! That's the captain!

"Panese!"

"Panese!"

"Panese!"

There is a simultaneous cheer for Klaus' movements.

"What the hell is Panese..."

With the right mark on his head, Klaus digs back at the grass without holding hands.

He still doesn't know at this time that Paneses is going to be contagious after this.

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Mohmov's Wagan and Jilba Nibu's Muscle Bu were friendly and often acted together.

They are walking an hour or so from the Fujima house into a little woods.

They were searching for herbivorous dragons and other prey, while harvesting mountain vegetables growing along the river, mushrooms with faces at the roots of trees, etc.

"Wagan and Jilba probably look at it?

Waggans stop at abrupt muscle words.

"What?

"Wheeled Vehicles Bu"

"Oh, that's the 'bike' one. I might not be able to reach my legs if I were you."

Waggan pounded his right leg and clapped his shoulder.

Cobolt has an upright dog-like body, with shorter limbs than humans.

Besides, the height of the cobolt is only about the height of Fujichima's chest on average.

Conclusion - I can't reach the pedal.

be.

"Fujishima could give us a bike that even the boos can reach. Much."

"Sure. Maybe his magic can do it."

"It's just really amazing. Fujishima's witchcraft is out of standard and elves who are good at witchcraft are turning upside down."

"That's the legendary magician. Fujima."

"But Boo thinks Fujishima's people are nicer than witchcraft. Boo"

"Me, too."

Jilba, who was just listening, laughs with me.

"But muscle bu"

"How many bu?

"Even if your leg arrives where you put your bike leg, you shouldn't ride it"

"Why bu?

Waggan does not respond to muscle questions, but pulls a bright mushroom with white circles still stuck in the redlands that were close to turning his back from him.

"Once the muscle is on, you can't say the bike will crumble......"

Waggan whispers alone in a whisper so that he doesn't sound like a muscle.

Waggan doesn't know that Jilba's shoulder was trembling with good ears.