Gang of Yuusha

Drinking the healing potion will heal the wound.

Lost health also returns some.

If you drink it, the woman in the painting shows up in front of you and holds it.

I hold any woman - in my sweet dreams.

Pushing the towel kettle away, the bouncing shoji lifted his forehead with more and more cloudy eyes.

My back hurt because of the hard bed. I feel like I've looked around and I'm in an unfamiliar room. It's a maiden chick room with little furniture and stuffed animals scattered around costume shelves and vanities.

The memories of the good taste haunted the alchemist's little girl and told me that she drowned all night in thin flesh.

Slightly, but it smells like stained chemicals from all over the room. Alchemy school diploma in a proud forehead. I did my hand at the indentation of the sheets beside me. The girl's body temperature is low but she remains.

Yesterday's affair is reflected in the back of my brain. After we had it in the bathroom, I tried to kick the perfect potion myself, and I skipped reason. Fatigued and slept like mud.

It's absurd that I've forgotten who I am to rule. But Percibel has a cute face, and a lovely face. A little older would make you a clear beauty.

Too small, but comfortable to hold.

Above all, the tongue rebelled the flavor of Perfect Potion.

It was richer than sophisticated goat milk.

It's mellow, it doesn't pull back, and then it becomes a habit.

It was superb without question.

Only my skill as an alchemist is incomparable.

I could feel that no matter how high I was.

"Good day!

I had a good voice.

Suddenly the door opens. Percivel with a tray showed up in an apron.

A soup stewed with soft bread and some vegetables gives off white hot air.

When I dined at the table at least, I sat down beside the bed.

Decent, the next trick I did was to carry my fingers to my eyes.

"Brother. Oh, you're not very red, are you?

"I'm not kidding... when I get high, the blood vessels in my eyes will be cut off"

"An overdose of potion is dangerous."

"I was destined for God to drink potion. When I was fifteen, I received the divine revelation of 'Sensitivity'."

"Is that true? It's called a cleric's trusteeship... a change of attribute, or a magical physique?

"I'm more effective than people. If you do the potion, you can be as strong as you are for that."

Not only that, but I spoke appropriately. Something's blurry about my head. Is it because of lack of sleep?

"Heh... what happens if I drink a hundred power potions or something?

"You can't drink a hundred bottles."

The average number of grams assumes a potion of fifty millimeters.

If you drink too much reinforced potion that improves your physical abilities, it becomes necessary to use the recovery potion in combination. The more you force it, the more damage you take, and you have to heal the damage.

I've never tried my limits.

When participating in the extermination battle on the battlefield, I had drunk in a large drink cup, but I didn't have to be that tough with the miscellaneous fish against me.

Above all, quality is more important than quantity.

Drink the perfect potion and you're going to be immortal, but even if you don't, most guys can kill you.

You hated the silence, but rather Percibel started the chatter.

That 800 houses of fresh vegetables were cheap.

That I bought eggs from a chicken dealer who was responsible for the scale stick.

That I want a shiny experimental instrument decorated with showings.

I hammered him and hung out with him for nothing.

I'll give myself up. I smell the girl's sweet.

It had a sweet aroma like stewed peaches.

Though I said "do it" with my mouth when I turned my hand around my hips, I didn't try to escape. The lateral abdomen has no luxury and the fat rides better.

Hands fall from hips to buttocks. Rounded and tense.

"Brother......"

It has a temperament. The sensation of spiteful disloyalty creeps up.

Dark desire brings a razor.

Put your hands on your back. Momentum blocks her lips, lets her legs open abusively, takes off her slight underwear, and taps in her standing meat stick without any foreplay. The series worked fast. I try to eat like a hungry beast.

"I don't know... don't fly at all."

Pushed down by the bed, Percibel whined empty-handedly as she fell in. Shoji, stretched out, acted in a decadent mood, yet his desire dissolved.

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"Brother, can I help you carry it?

"No, fine."

The rice transported was cold out but quickly tucked away in my stomach as a Kenzi family.

Upon finishing the act while sweating, Percibel asked, holding a pillow, toward Shoji, who had moved out for work, but refused.

You can't just wait to judge Perfect Potion.

Having crossed his hands and put his shirt back on, Shoji decided to get to work.

First, the task is to pack the Perfect Potion in a crate with straw. Straw has the effect of insulation, and if you stay with the cooling stone, you can expect a cooling effect.

You can keep it here - but this house is too far off in the west.

It could be taken by the debt cat.

Work in the earth didn't take that long.

There was straw left as igniter, so I didn't have to go to secure it.

A wealthy house has magic stones that get hot - but there's nothing more to sell in this house.

It burns poor quality peat that emits a strange odor to keep it warm.

When manufacturing potions, will the temperature adjustment work with this kind of combustion aid?

Isn't there a shortage of such tiny equipment? This place is inferior in every way to a regular alchemist.

I can only hope for Percibel's skill.

"Brother."

Thoughts interrupted.

Percivel looked a bit like a short sleeve shirt with only white cheap underwear.

Eh heh, he's giggling sloppily.

"What?"

"Chiu."

I stretched my toes, closed my eyes and turned my lips up. The height difference is filled because of the gap between the hallway and the steps.

I thought about letting it go, but over time Percibel indicated with her fingers that her lips were dull.

He seems to think Shoji doesn't know how to do it.

I was struck by an unspeakable sense of vanity and dropped my fist over Percibel's head.

Oops, there's a sound.

"Higu! Hey, why the bump..."

"Shitsuke."

"Ooh... I feel like I'm being treated like a dog or cat..."

I didn't know what the teary-eyed Percivel usually preferred while holding his head down, but Shoji silently killed him.

I had no intention of dating a maiden in love, and I never had romantic feelings or anything like that on anyone.

I'm sure I will continue to do so.

While moving around, Shoji was thinking about how to deal with the problem.

Hopefully, I want to erase Percibel's debt itself, which is harmful to the potion business, but it won't do more than have scattered claims. I'll give that girl my eye for a while.

No, wait. Percibel's debt collection was a request from an underground guild.

If you follow that line, can you cut him some slack?

"Request (Quest) failed..."

Few times have we ended a request from a commissioner of an underground guild indefinitely, but those who deliberately cause damage to the guild are subject to sanctions.

That means settling in bloodshed, which usually doesn't bother me either, but from now on there is business. You just decided to make money in this land, but you can't have a mess.

In the meantime, let's give it a whirl.

When I think I have to take a leg for an excuse, I'm going to be depressed.

The hassle precedes us, but in the end we decided to go.

I don't care how many places you get rice seeds, and some of you are familiar with your face.

It could also expand the sales channels.

Shoji, who lives without roots, had that much distinction.

Not only have I ignored the request, but I have murdered members of my team solely on the grounds that they were made obscure.

It is still a large, cozy place to be nostalgic because you are still allowed to belong.

The underground guild in the eastern part of Error Knife Town is ten metres from the guard stall, under the stairs of the building of the Weapons Chamber of Commerce.

It's an ironic place, but it was a strange place in the world because they also pay taxes.

Only the entrance is decorated with lanterns that burn beast fat.

It elects a wild eagle that lives in the desert and is crafted to glow with embedded gems in its eyes.

Shoji walked down the stairs and opened the door, laughing at the receptionist.

The sitting receptionist keeps her hard face, and she turns her attention.

A woman with long hair tied to the shape of a horse's tail, her face is symmetrical from left to right.

She has white eyes that are quite beautiful but not emotional.

He is skinny and tight on the tie, and is also a reporter.

"It will be reported that I could not collect the foreclosures entrusted to me. I got lost on the map, I didn't have a lot of gold-eyed stuff, and Wads Brothers vendors were here first. I thought they had priority, and I didn't want to mess up. That's why they dispersed."

I heard a laugh in the booth behind the reception.

I only know silhouettes, but more than one person drinking alcohol.

I'm doing a cup in the dark. Intimate liquor not permitted by the bureau is consumed.

My throat rattled. I haven't made any money yet. You can't drink expensive liquor.

"I had a request from that Wads Brothers to find a missing person. Would you like to take it, Mr. Quick?

"I want to help. Where do I sign it?

Called by his nickname, Shoji dropped his eyes on several pieces of paper at the receptionist's desk.

Take the winged pen plugged into the pedestal and let the tip of the pen wander.

"According to information from the other side, when I looked at the location at night, there was a fireman (jumping) bastard (fire)."

"Jumping...... what was it?

Make a strange face and look back at the receptionist again.

"It's about you, Mr. Quick. It's a nickname for treating lava salamanders while staying on full body fire."

The warcraft, 10 meters long, had a idea.

It descended from the fire escape of the Mürn Mountains into people. Seeking food or was he a curious individual?

He was a gastronomer who burned humans and preyed on them. It's my favorite type of monster.

To the mighty enemy the guards spared their lives and a regular adventurer sought the talent of an underground guild, the Meat Wall.

Because disappearing doesn't have to rot.

We're just talking accordingly.

"It breaks my heart whenever I hear the news of the Warcraft. I'm always ready to throw myself out for people."

"Yeah, I would have been a hero Tan if I hadn't raped the sage beauty who was in the crusade party that night and thrown her away on the move"

Shoji groaned like a wounded young man at the slightest amount of disgust.

"He asked me out. He used the humiliating discriminatory term 'rallied barbarians' against me. It's the same thing you said you wanted to see terrible."

"Mr. Quick. We are an informal and illegal guild, but we must be honest with the request. Even if you're destined to disappear from the roster tomorrow."

The receptionist, who tells her pizza and clerically, had the year in.

Underground guilds have signs inscribed with the letter Small Salvation (Relief).

Because there's also a place where clients who undertake illegal things but were not dealt with end up on their feet.

No matter how tiny that is. Even if it was a dark thing back there.

Get the job done for my client. For brother-in-law and humanity.

It's only pre-construction, but it also needed posing to mislead existence from the public eye.

"I don't care about anything else, but once you can't accomplish the request, it's going to be hard to get the next request. Even if you're a street braver."

He was blamed for being able to accomplish the request in the dark but not doing it.

Shoji offended the busty woman in front of him and wrapped Arakorn around his neck, worried about whether to hang him.

Lost with an angry, cold heart. Whether it should be executed immediately.

You can do it. I could do it, but I decided to let it go a little better before I decided to do it.

That would feel much better, and it would be so much more fun to laugh at.

At this stage, selling fights to underground guilds affects a variety of businesses.

Several times more merciless than the guild on the table, and more assassins.

Again, I'm not a good opponent for doing business from now on.

"That won't happen. I'm not asking for your next favor."

I knew Shoji denied it.

"Because I'm going to do my current request properly. Uh... Miss Ferret. What, Ferrer et? I wonder if I can call you Fee with familiarity. Right. No. Oh, okay, damn it."