Gang of Yuusha

The East Gate of the Error Knife serves as a gateway.

Travel through the intercontinental corridors and the defense checks the merchants' luggage that comes.

They inspect interracial businesses - infectious diseases, harmful flora and fauna, illegal immigrants, vicious magic aids, massive quantities of goods that destroy the market, etc.

There are about four lanes of loess passage, but it is also full of vitality during the day.

Everywhere is flooded with passers-by, noisy with the hustle and bustle of the people who go and go.

Some wear sophisticated and modern costumes of the kingdom, while coal pitchers pull peat piles in their luggage. There is also a group of ethnic costumes that I thought were tourists and lumped in to walk in the desert.

In the alley, the beasts and subhumans hang out in groups, and each work meeting is exchanged in secret language.

"You're sleepy..."

Shoji, distracted by the crowd, rebacked the backpack eating into his shoulder meat.

Yawning, eyes around.

Playing the pocket watch lid with my thumb was fast enough than the time of the rendezvous.

The slightest behavior is due to restlessness.

It's like a kid's excursion, sarcastic inside.

Still, for the first time in a long time, there is something in your mind.

Looking at an open-air enclosure made along the road, he discovered a waiting person.

While ordering the logistics merchant to do something, one woman herself also takes on a square crate and puts the cargo on the carriage carrier.

Fluffing the blonde sidetail, Leskia looked back.

"Yay."

"You, what's so good about that?"

When I approached Leskia, who waved small, she was setting up a journey schedule.

These hard-leather boots have a dagger at the waist, a long leather water bottle, and an iron heart. The long-sleeved blouse was sprinkling on the feathered hat, but the leg armor, reflecting sunlight and emitting a burning glint, was obscure.

"Er...? What?"

With Leskia soaked up, Shoji decided not to pursue anything after a while of thinking.

We conclude that it is better to have a guide (navigator) than to be given a "yes please" mandate, and that it is okay to have a strong companion than not knowing what to do.

Okay, let's go.

"Is this job that important?

"Well, there's a lot going on. Well, come on, I'll talk to you...... for now, let's travel. Oh, who's the driver? Do you want me to do it? Uh, not a carriage, grab me and fly?

"No, I won't let him."

I've only heard rumors, but Reschia allows flight travel by gravitational manipulation.

Originally, she is the best of the brave in terms of mobility.

That's why I don't feel like being invited on an inexperienced trip to the sky as a shoji.

Because when I imagine myself supported by both hands of Leskia and playing aerial blanco, I don't feel pleasant at all.

To the religious city of York Tria, the carriage will be about three days' journey.

If you are an early horse, you can get there all day if you even fly, but it is about a hundred miles away.

Because we have to cross the Mürn Mountains, the winding forest roads in the mountain belly were full of rockfalls, and we have to be careful about falling trees and landslides that stand in the way of passage.

Bandits and warcraft are also lurking - but Shoji enjoyed a forest bath.

The air on the mountain road is well cold and comfortable, and the carriage was of luxury specifications, so the suspension works. It is also a good idea to take the reins and travel loosely without pain in the buttocks. It would have been better if I had a liquor bottle on my lap, but it's just fun to do the perfect potion in little bits.

Is Percibel the only concern?

I left a letter for you, but it's unclear if the Alchemy Girl will be convinced.

It's like bone rest, as Shoji thought so many times, splitting it up and preying on worrying vices.

I've been scattered, scraping bones in the potion business.

Even if I took a long vacation here, I wouldn't be punished.

My fellow gangsters complained about it, but after going through such a busy period (Hanboki) that they wanted to industrialize it, they should be happy at the bottom of their minds.

It takes a bit of braking to do business, but it is better to give priority to happiness in life.

"Shoji...... it's time, okay"

Having traveled by carriage for about half a day, Leskia withdrew her front curtain aside and whispered.

The hustle and bustle of the city is deafening and becoming less popular.

Only the birds in the trunk and the animals lurking in the bushes are in the audience.

Somehow, I knew there were signs of covert conversation.

"Oh."

Looking back, Shoji pulls the reins and holds the two horses back.

Free standing is often used when street brave (street braver) rescuers are involved.

In other words, the officials are inevitably unable to stand up and act.

If you can do something with power, you can do it with a palace brave man (Guardian Braver) who is proud of his martial arts.

In a messy space in front of him and loaded with costume boxes and food reserves, Shoji dropped his hips with one hand on the crate looking for his place.

The front of the ceiling is not thick, the light of day transmits through the tent and the vision is good.

The duck sitting Leskia was soothing for some reason.

He is jerking off his blonde sidetail hair fastening and dropping his eyes on the floorboard in a restless manner.

Occasionally, he looks up and throws even a slight gaze at me with an up-and-coming look.

"What?

"Look, I'm trying to tell you what this trip is all about... but you two are gonna get nervous."

Why is Leskia nervous - I immediately think of it.

With that said, when I worked as a bandit in the dungeon, I exchanged a thick kiss with Leskia.

Shoji, dishonestly, had forgotten.

Fine, because I got my hands on it lightly.

But it seemed so romantic that the more I tried it on Leskia, the more obsessive it was.

That mission ended up being a hassle to manage the women who took them - not much money for just the reason, but bitter memories.

The gangs were bored, and the more they made money from the stolen goods, the lighter they got their hands on it.

"So what am I supposed to do this time?

"Oh, yeah. Collect the Seals."

Returning from the erotic shanty, Leskia said small.

It's an endless word like it came out of a bounce.

"What do you mean," No Seal "? Don't talk to me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Look, I'm talking about the alchemists' forbidden books. You've heard so many rumors."

Yes - that's a hidden word.

Refers to a recipe that has become inadmissible to the Alchemist's Association.

Technical mistakes and instability of efficacy can also be grounds for a lack of qualification, but even if it was a great feat inside, the current and the legislature will not allow it and will not be authorized.

In that sense, the Perfect Potion is a similar term.

I thought you were being disposed of.

"Recently. But I didn't used to. It was a time when morality was much lower than it is now…" Later ”some things were banned. But there were times when it was used, and they kept the historical smelting ceremony."

"If you give the Alchemists Association a shout, won't you get it?

"But this request came from its leader, Mr. Wildjack."

In that muscle came the name of the famous Alchemist, and Shoji ate his face.

He is also the developer of the Royal Potion and the culminator of an alchemist living in the < Blue Mist Old Castle >.

You can call yourself an absolute powerhouse in the potion market.

I just imagine the value of a recipe that I want for something that high up, my back shakes all the time.

"I know Wildjack wants to get illegal recipes. Did you even spill it from the alchemists' association?

"The smelting ceremony itself sucks. So it looks like the extremists of the Demonic Church have a long history. But in the end, they chose to save it too."

Demonic Church is an organization that will be at the core of the religious city of York Terrier.

The public cares about the good sense, follows the commandments by labeling (hippo) naturalism, and also regulates magic guiding machines and spiritual medicines in folk grass.

Even though it belongs to a kingdom that is developing in industry, it acquires its position as head of local politics and is in conflict with the central regime.

"I mean... is this job about stealing antique paper?"

"That's what's gonna happen."

"Leskia, are you okay? I don't know what to say... you don't like that kind of work"

"Oh, you want to be a brave man in the royal palace, don't you? Besides, this is' official business'. It's a secret mission."

Reschia rubbed her voice up a little and said, appealing to her favor, but Shoji was poked at reality and emptied up.

Being a bandit - 'official business'?

A sad dark emotion passed in my mind dreaming of something glorious.

My lips clicked, but I can't laugh well.

I even felt the ruthlessness of the world when I thought that even if I continued on the path of glory - keeping my hands dirty.

No, there's a thin spot for any job, I get back on my mind, shake my head, and ask Leskia.

"What's a recipe like? It's called" Chapter, "which means we're gonna steal some of it."

"Come on, I don't know that far. I haven't even been informed of any recipes yet"

"Can't you predict or something?

"What, you want it if it's a recovery system or something?

Being considered an addict (junkie), Shoji did his hand to the neck.

I could have told Leskia that I was a little potion maniac myself, but I also don't think it would be understood where I spoke in depth.

Leskia broke up with him, floating her ass and keeping her back on the wall, showing her right hand wide open in an easygoing manner.

"You don't have to worry... if it doesn't work for people, I'll crush you as a street corner brave man. Whoever it is, I won't let that happen."

"Can't you trust Louis Hawk, who brought you the story?

"Your Excellency is a good man. He's compassionate, attentive, and humble. But the brave (Guardian Braver) of the royal palace who swore allegiance to the kingdom... I don't know what to say, but you don't hesitate to do it..."

Of clouding words, I know what you mean.

Execution is the end of the enemy.

And the enemy refers to the sub, the interracial, the enemy, the traitor.

What we have in common is that we are also people who speak languages and have families.

Shoji pressed silently, so Leskia thought to herself that she wanted additional information, or she spilled her pompous weakness.

"But I wonder if you don't want to fight your Excellency... I have a wife, and she's very important. I was just kidding, but it was just your wife talking."

It's a dialogue where kindness to a loving wife's home seeps in.

I guess the compassionate Leskia had her own misery and didn't become the brave (Guardian Braver) of the Royal Palace.

Don't you really want to fight, etc.?

So I realized that when Shoji tried to say something, I heard a sad, unhelpful horse.

"Ooh, that's a pretty hairy horse."

"Nice. I can't believe there's some crappy idiot in here."

"Something smells like a woman. Hey, is Manman hiding?

We are bashful bandits, and when the rough voices of the men who show us in words and deeds sounded, Leskia struck and changed from a sad and loving look to a very cynical look on the face of Nobu.

Shoji shrugged his shoulders and tried to go beyond the front inner curtain, but Leschia, who stood up earlier, stretched her spine and slightly went out into the outside world.

He spread the curtains of the hemp all the way, exposing his beauty to the blue sky.

The bandits standing on the side of the road changed the colour of their eyes when she appeared at the coupling of the carriage.

"Whoa, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho."

"Pan. Piotsies and asses are plump. You look like you're in the mood, and what's this, like my fateful day is coming?

"I'm an ass. Well, the twat is a butthole. Not at all tight"

The scenery of the bandits - as the townspeople imagine.

Wolfskin cloak, face full of jaw beards, rough hairy weave chenic and thin dirty trousers. Helmets and chains made of animal bones, in addition to overlapping iron rings, make it a protection for the arm.

Each of them has a rusty barbaric knife that looks like a pickup.

There are about ten or so people, all focusing on the wonderful flesh of Leschia.

He was trying to squeeze and distance after he had visually raped her to lick around the lines of her limp hips and the claiming double hills, her big eyes, her neat nose beams, and her golden shaky hair.

"Hmm... right. All of them are certified villains, so I'll beat them to death."

"Hey, hey... what are you talking about?! But it's okay! 'Cause I'm gonna tell you how my fuckin' queue works!

"We're not gonna kill you. I think you'd better be dead."

"Don't worry, if you get hungry about five times, I'll sell you to a slave hut on a fast track, okay?

Towards the bandits laughing harder at him, Leskia kicked the wooden board and jumped.

Normally, it is a flight that is supposed to draw a curve - but due to the divinity of the 'industry leg' - it is released from the constraints of gravity, making it a horizontal movement almost similar to shell firing.

"Phew!

The Zangiri-headed man who was in front of me was unlucky.

Reschia's heavy-duty lower kick made her face snap.

It is blown backwards with the dangerous power of whether the neck will lift as it is.

As the man flies as he rubs his back, the bandits turn back simultaneously and then turn a hateful glance at Leskia.

"Ahhh! Zacks uuuuuuuuuuuu!?"

"Holy shit! Zacks is newlywed!

"Ah, my neck is ripped like an elingi!

"Shut up. Die in turn. I'll make it clear to you, too."

Leskia, who then lands on the ground, flexes to and from the preparatory movement.

The bandits danced when they saw the opportunity because they were defenseless from the side. Reschia's green eyes glow viciously.

I worried about joining the lazy Shoji, but the bandits are still reluctant to hit the blade heavily because they have found value as a woman in Leskia for being retarded.

It's a schematic of capturing with bare hands and trying to make things work, and getting paid back.

"Young women get when this is the case..."

Leskia is alive as she ends the bandits.

Body judgment is gorgeous too.

Shoji admitted that he was better than himself in physical surgery.

There are no shards of kindness, and when you look at the bandits beating them to yellow springs, you can see that they were worried about their mental brittleness.

Drinking the perfect potion, Shoji saw the struggle of the light traders as an entertainment for his journey.