Gang of Yuusha

The Algaron family villa - making it a carriage driver, the butler Peter had troubles.

I glance at the fountain pen ink kettle, and, uh, sigh.

My own husband, Carsena Argallon, was heartbroken by the fact that she had crushed her baggage by order of the Marquis of Argallon.

Sit right in the simple office and write an apology at the table.

It was an accidental contact, and “later” I noticed the incident.

Apologize for the hit-and-run, accompanied by a heartfelt compensation.

The disrespect that my husband has done is for those who descend to take care of me.

It's one job to do what you can't do to a priceless mistress.

"It's trouble for your wife too..."

Peter, the old butler, had been served by Carussena since childhood.

She remembered ten years ago when she was loved by beauty and most glorious.

She was considered a beautiful woman once in a millennium, danced as a flower for a party and was loved.

That's now - pushed into a dense wooded area in one country, a tight farm lady husband.

Who would have imagined being in that bright spot to fall like this?

My husband, Marquis Algaron, let her go in a year after he got Carsena.

The fever of the newlyweds should also be a period of uncaring cold.

Naturally, what caused it - Peter in the vicinity asked the beside maid.

Anything, Carsena said she was a slut and too greedy for sex.

It was a fact that I doubted my ears at first sight because I thought only of her as a chaste woman, but in living a couple's lives in peace, it is by no means trivial.

The point is that the boxed daughter went through the wedding, she was relieved of the severe pressure of her parents, and she acted as if she were her heart.

The depression of the years was as much as I wanted, and I was hit by the Marquis of Algaron.

Unfortunately, the Marquis you are dealing with was old age.

Even if it was my hobby to love the big wheel, I didn't have enough power to eat it.

It's in the form of indulging in the greed of youth and banishing her from the king's capital.

If it's other HR, it's a laugh, but if it's a party, it's not even weird.

I forced my wife into exile, but the Marquis of Algaron was a good person, so I didn't get separated in the face.

Marriage is also a bond between houses.

There's no shame in her, and there's a monthly send-off.

Even if love fades, my brother-in-law is fulfilling it. It is difficult to blame my husband Marquis.

"... I don't have a choice"

- and.

From the ceiling comes the sound of gibberish.

The dust fills from the lacquer and falls.

I also heard murmurs, water noises, and beatings of dried meat bumping into each other.

A better beautiful boy - Carussena, who brings together the serfs, is making him serve.

Selfish she acts only as she desires. My husband, who is supposed to indulge in brutality and stop it, is easy to deal with in the King's capital and spends his honeymoon with his little girl's third lady.

My parents' father is a nobleman again.

My daughter-in-law made me go out of her way, not into anger.

Her salvation for desecration is only horticulture.

It was poured into a rare breed called Orhalcon Mulberry, which was given to me by the Marquis of Algaron, my husband.

The flower word is considered 'love that never breaks'. It was a sign of courtship presented with the wedding ring.

It is difficult to grow and is considered a phantom fruit.

The wild berries that the young man had were brilliant too.

Perhaps Carussena was jealously driven by passion.

Being able to show myself the berry seeds that I shoulder made me feel like my husband's love had been denied.

Peter perceived his husband's heart from years of experience and, once again, leaked a severe exhalation.

That's why - it's not an acceptable imitation, such as harming a stranger.

"Tomorrow, will you visit?"

He is considered an acquaintance of the Detromix family's courtier.

Peter was determined that the relationship between the sons and daughters of considerable power would have to be tightened up.

The ingredient for the perfect potion for men is - Orihalcon Mulberry.

Lurking in the grass, Shoji remembered a strange coincidence that Percibel's requested material procurement coincided with his revenge.

It took him three hours on an early horse to explore the mountains and finally reach the Marquise of Algaron's mansion.

I stretch my head out of the hedge for a moment and observe the mansion.

Built with spires and roundhouse roots, the architecture looks like a villa built by the aristocrats for fun.

Fact is, I guess so.

I don't make you feel the financial strength you deserve in the name of the Marquis.

The mansion, which was the destination, is on the edge of the mountain - surrounded by jungles.

I can hear the ho ho ho fowl roar from the woods of the night darkness. The garden road is laid with jade gravel and the hedge is mazed. On the way there are stables (cusha) and servant's huts, as well as farm tool barns and firewood stacks. The orchard it operates exists a few kilometres from the mansion, but it stands out with camaboco shaped greenhouses lining the side of the building.

The greenhouse has wooden exterior walls, but the ceiling is a removable armor door.

Perhaps it's a lighting window.

Eye-out hat - wear a robbery mask.

I took back the backpack I carried on my shoulder.

Take Orihalcon Mulberry from his roots and complete his revenge.

I want to kill the Marquise of Algaron, but when I think calmly, the scene I rubbed has been witnessed by a large number of people.

Kill without setting aside time and you'll find out who did it in one shot.

Even so, Berry's grievances are fulfilled with berries. I will reward you for killing Lord Dachi.

From the ammo belt, I drank earpotions very much.

My tympanic membrane strained. My cerebromedulla is numb. A new organ blooms. Your hearing becomes sharp.

- I could hear the leaf rubbing music from the dense forest.

Look up, it's a good night sky for thieves.

Because of the new moon, the moon is not in the sky.

A starry sky full of sky sparkles a beautiful vertical line, a purple river of heaven.

Shoji dived in his breath and began his journey on a small run.

Fortunately, he doesn't look like a night police officer.

Security is weak. It's going to be an easier job than I thought.

Looks like a first-rate bandit - taking his prey and walking away like a fog at night.

and.

Though it took me to get my mind together, concentrate my spirit, and carry out the 'operation', it was a shoji.

Things happened that rocked a calm, sedentary man when it came to work.

"... be!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Yu, forgive me. No, but don't jerk off your penis anymore. No!

- Ma'am, I, my, uh, I gripped it so bad, it broke right now.

Standing still, Shoji regretted drinking the earpotion.

The flesh made me imagine a vivid mating.

The Marquise of Algaron is crushing the boy's head with her groin and gripping the penis of the other boy who had him standing beside her. A high-flying woman is eating two boys at Norinoli.

"Whoa... whoa... oh my God, this is it"

If it were normal, Shoji would have been able to imagine it, and some of it might have been "done.” But that did not happen only on this day.

Only after two days of bringing Percibel down.

Yesterday I had intercourse from morning to evening and was squeezed to death until evening, even though I put in a small pause with fun meals and shopping as the girl wanted.

The bullet is already a tease.

It's like having a superb BBQ and then having a full stomach, it's like having frosted steak for dessert.

I even had nausea.

His strength squeezed and his footsteps became heavier. My will as a bandit is about to screw up.

Professional criminals looked like they were dying and headed to the greenhouse in a relaxed foothold.

It is locked.

Grasp and thread each fitting with a grip.

When Bachin broke the clasp and opened the door, there was a botanical garden with smelling flowers.

Platter - there are acres (uh-huh) but there is no unity in the variety - the main focus is on diversity, not on production activities. It is a flower or fruit of a rare species that would have been harvested in the native forest.

It means a hobby greenhouse.

"... let's go home..."

Gaze into the house that is the darkroom.

I can see the blurry contours of the growing plants, but it was difficult to find what I was looking for.

I have no choice but to play the lighter I had for arson to cover the flames with one hand and explore the surroundings.

The investigation was completed in about a few minutes.

Discover the herds of Orihalcon Mulberry.

The purpose is to collect, but given the upcoming potion sale, we can't just take the fruit home.

Shoji removes a small scoop from the backpack, carefully subdivides the seedlings into hemp bags and packs them.

It was stealing, but when I cut only the way I was doing it, it was hands-on like a father and brother messing with the garden on holiday.

The work was done about enough.

In the midst of earning about seven bottles, I thought about the future.

If you take the root away as originally planned, it's not good when it withers.

You should leave it to go in for another steal.

It is more profitable than vengeance.

By encouraging monotonous work, the cool-headed Shoji was regaining his cleverness.

- What do you think, what's the taste of my pee? Have a drink without a drop left!

- Ugh, whoa, it's your wife's mommy's nutritious water, and she's drowning.

- Hih, my balls are crushing.

"Uh-oh."

Shoji's irritation was directed at the pineapple.

Spread in a circle, the fruit that is fruit in the center of the elongated leaves is sconcerned and crushed with an auspicious fist into shattered yellow pieces. Pinch the wreckage and squirm. The sourness made me feel some.

but.

This turned out to be a fatal failure.

A jumping fragment tapped the lighting switch in the house.

Light source stones (flash locks) emerged from the open and closed lighting fixtures, illuminating the interior at once from the ceiling. The light floods and leaks out the window.

Shoji ate the bubble, surprised by the sudden amount of light.

It was also disastrous that people still didn't sneak into the time of sleep.

I left it to anger to move too much.

The lighting in the mansion moved and the trick opened. It will be bad.

"Chip."

Shoji ran out. I've done my job. Limited to the one hand of escape.

But the Algarons also - seemed to have a powerful watchdog. As I leaped myself off the exit, the shadow stood in darkness.

"Ha!

The silver wire drove at the same time as the voice of the rift.

Stand one arm elbow behind you, chest up and spike - a fine sword (Rapier).

With only the reflex nerve, Shoji dropped his hips and flexed. Sharp sword pressure cuts into cheekmeat. Put your right hand on the ground, swirl to the side as you rub the soles of your feet, kick the ground along the way to distance and confront each other quietly.

A ray of blood flows through the tip of the jaw.

The enemy is an old man with a tough face with gray hair.

I keep my butler's clothes together, but temper doesn't belong to every servant. He has a slim body that reminds him of a rough eagle.

"You thief, you will succeed."

"I'm sorry, old man. You just have to work for your wages."

"I don't think so."

The old man began to wave the tip of his sword.

The fine sword becomes more flexible with the hiccups. My body is soft.

It's a move that won't let you read the track. Do not be deluded. What you see is a trend in the legs. When launching an attack, they always step in.

Shoji reached into the ammunition belt (wanting to do it) and mouthed the speed potion.

Leg strength is amplified. My thighs are stiff. The center of gravity moves to the thumb twisting the sole of the shoe.

I was worried about getting away, but I chose to fight.

Because at that moment when I turned my back, I felt like I was being debated.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Whoa."

It advances as it exudes struggle.

Silver wire swirled from hand. Countless sword strikes sparkled the blade, pouring like a thunderstorm.

A softly fast sword enters between special occasions.

I watched for foot judgment - rather than stepping in - but I should say I slipped, a unique way of walking on the ground. I can't read through it combined with Kunda's swordsmanship.

All of a sudden, Shoji puts his backpack forward and takes a cut.

Glittering poking turns wrist and hand skin one after another. The sword needle (Blade) is a shallow penetration. It can be described as a sword move to bleed and poke the steeple.

Barely as defensive, Shoji slipped back.

"Sick! Sick!

"Grandpa, you... don't lick me!

The poking is terribly fast, but when the technique could be read, it wasn't hard to play it at the right time. When I bounce my sword tip wide and straight up with my troubled backpack, I dance out toward the front of the old man.

"Oh my God!

Nor was his opponent Dada.

A fierce forward kick was released from his collapsing ankle.

On the verge of hitting his face, Shoji twisted his half and flexed to the side. Enhancement of the speed potion is also not concomitant. Punch your fist into the empty abdomen.

The old man blew up with a severe shock, but did he kill the momentum by flying back, spinning a spin and dancing in the sky?

As a circus man, land once and for all.

Shoji flashed.

What the hell is this guy, and I don't know what to say.

"Who are you?"

"Until thirty, I played Kingsguard. So you can't beat a young man!

The old man, hesitating, circles directly next to the shoji like a palatine flame.

Shoji wanted to steal his magical gait, but because of his dark and black leather trousers, he didn't know how to move his muscles very well.

"Shh, shh, shh!

Nor is it a blurry view.

Hold the sword gently like a ball and a smooth kick is released from the blind spot. The body technique since the blade was made conscious is Theory Street of Martial Arts.

Shoji, who knew Wang Du's moves, sent him backstep, but the old man did not forget to chase him either. A rolling mid-level kick broke through the wall of the cabin and wooded the wall near the door.

Seeing as a good opportunity, Shoji decided to stay away from the dim and illegible sword. He deliberately escaped and jumped into the glowing house.

"Nooooooooo! Smart!"

Looking back, he takes the looming fine sword with the scoop he brings, bouncing left and right.

The tendencies and metals collide with each other, and the fierce sword trident sounds.

Shoji, who was focused on defense, was watching things, but the old man was running out of breath.

Speaking of ex-Kingsguard knights, if you're old, you probably don't have health.

The old man moves dull, his hands on the attack loose, and eventually stops.

I floated a phase of anger and began to take a deep breath haha - but then I was stunned when I found a plant crushed unbroken at my feet and dripping grass juice.

"You! You think I'm allowed to do this to your wife's precious flowers!?"

"No, look at the footprint. You're moving better."

"Shut up!

Spikes in one foot - Shoji shielded the thin-grown tree, avoiding the thin sword from bumping, the sword became, and it fell. The old man's balance breaks on the shock from his wrist.

Shoji got tired of his opponent's body surgery, so he hit a light upper on the tip of his jaw and floated the old man's body. Step in where you're turning your eyes and let go of the tension.

I dropped my sword and blew it up - I crossed the greenhouse, rolled the ground flat, and hit the mansion wall.

"Ugh."

"Phew... do it or something"

As I walked, I went to see if I had finished the old man, but Shirazuri and Shoji's mask fell off.

It was a failure to keep the sword at bay.

Face is exposed to darkness.

Worse still in between, the Marquise of Algaron with her robe - Carsena has taken the maids and rushed for something. I fought too long.

"What is it!? Oh, you... sure, that was Mr. Quick. What were you doing here? Isn't it like koso mud!

Carussena has thrown a harsh gaze as she chilled her flaming cheeks at night.

Both eyebrows hang, eyes that they won't allow intruders.

As it is - it will be tough.

It is a heavy crime department that snuck into the house of the nobleman's wife.

Besides, I turned my servant into a cotempan.

You can kill them all as a last resort, but they are also aristocrats who have just been rubbed.

It has the potential to make the investigation of the official constitution flashy.

After spinning his thoughts fast - by clinging to his opponents' weaknesses, Shoji decided to shift the blame.

"I've come to avenge you. Shh! Because of you, I've lost my love to Mr. Holly. That was a gift from her, an engagement!

"What!?"

"It would have been nothing more than a miserable berry for you! Yeah, I'm sure you don't get it. There was a sadness that was important to me, just one love broken! I complain!

"Oh, no... that's... my fault..."

There was no such fact, but Carsena opened her eyes wide, and we were strained.

Was it something that touched the harp line? Shivering his shoulders, he puts his hands on both cheeks with a guilty face.

I watched the maids and concubines as they sought a place of escape, but those who served were secretly talking and sympathizing with Shoji, who pretended to be in mourning.

That's about it, Shoji was acting for a generation.

- You're the bad one, it's a theory.

It's the argument of a gang that hides its own nonsense by exaggerating their vices.

Shoji, who justified the theft, shook his head without force, drooling like a wounded young man.

I just whimper that I can't stand much of the rough emotions.

I fold my knees in tears, hands on, fists dundan on the ground.

Tears just quickly sprayed the potion on his face.

It's night, so it's hard to be noticed.

"Ugh, ugh... I'm sad. Even if you do this, you know it's pointless!

"Damn, Mr. Quick... a gentleman doesn't cry like that. I apologize directly to Mr. Detromix..."

"No, I don't mind. Everything, my sins...... I don't need that kind of effort. But instead, can I have your wife's mulberry?

After creating a difficult situation to say no to, Shoji pleaded with his tongue out in his heart.

I just shifted to fraud, not robbery.

"Eh... as much as you like, use it. But...... why do you need my Mulberry?

"It's an embarrassing story... the way it's processed, I was taught I have the power to arouse a man. That part of me wasn't enough for Mr. Holly, so I want to make it up to you. A hundred percent, for love."

"Maa! Fair enough..."

It was three inches ahead of the mouth, but Carussena responded better than she thought. I was curious my eyes were shining for some reason, but it's convenient for Shoji.

I think I can manage to be deluded at this rate.

"Can you please?

"That's right... Now, if you could share the processed products with me, I would be happy to accommodate you. Of course, I would like to apologize for the other day and buy ampoules."

"Oh, ma'am, but-"

"Thank you. Madame!"

Fluffy, the damaging butler called to say something, but Shoji shouted up and stuck things up.

We needed to get through the momentum. It's full of contradictions if you calmly think about love breaking where berries are broken, etc., but if you keep reading the air like this, you can cut through it.

As a result - he swallowed up a lot of money plucked up with Orihalcon Mulberry, and Shoji was in a good mood and received a bunch of advance bills from a butler with fluttered legs.

The old man seems to be discerning, but he doesn't say anything about considering his dumb husband.

When it gets fun and I bump a grin as a do just for a moment, the crease in my face stops.

My old body's blood pressure is going to get worse, but that's not what I found out.

You saved your failed business deals with a new one, so winning is still winning.

It was a good example of turning the pinch into an opportunity, but Shoji later learned about the association between the Marquis of Algaron and Orihalcon Berry and felt heavenly. No, bad luck.