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(Threesome)

Just a little time goes back.

Not long after Akira found her way.

There was a sloppy figure behind it.

He is a dwarf.

Age is 139 and greasy.

He who loves iron, is possessed by metal, and dies with metal. Among the dwarves, he is possessed other than iron, which strikes a minority. Hagg was one of them.

No, it might be more appropriate to say that the way you were possessed had changed.

Instead of even continuing to strike iron, copper and misrills in the kingdom of Dwarves, it made me want to try to meet metals all over the continent.

So he embarked on a journey.

Dwarves on a journey are not uncommon.

Many are as possessed in battle as iron.

So as mercenaries, as martial arts training, some are drawn to caution sticks, soldiers, and the smell of blood without meaning.

They're formerly tough and clever, there's a lot of demand.

Nor do I say that women are extremely sparsely populated, like elves, because they fit relatively well into the household.

When you find a good place on your journey, once you return to the kingdom, you find your daughter-in-law, bring her to the final home and make her your number.

And the children go in as town-born dwarves.

Well, for some reason, most of those kids get possessed by the iron magic... gossip.

Dwarf's Hagg, who was nevertheless on a journey, traveled for a long time as a universal history blacksmith moving from town to town and as a warrior without a job.

Sometimes the world can show off people's darkness when they wonder if there's something broad and interesting or spicy about tasty alcohol.

Turn all of that upside down. The journey was fun. There were always new discoveries.

And I was going to meet something fun today.

On the western edge of the continent, it is also a roundabout of the mountains, but it is nonetheless far off… that is, on the way to the port town of Du Rural.

From Hug's point of view, there was a human man walking alone a long time ago.

I don't have any luggage and it looks like my bare hands, but I feel strangely good.

Bright white shirt and well-tailored trousers still look a few days down.

I also thought I would bother to bring down the new one to walk in this wilderness, but Hugg concluded that this would also be that rough, as every now and then humans do things that are not translated by glory or vanity.

Sometimes I can see the heel if the bottom is loose.

It would be suspicious to keep it all the way to town.

Well, you're still not just a commoner because you wear shoes from time to time.

You're not used to walking. You're walking a lot slower.

Maybe he cares about his shoes.

We'll definitely catch up before we get to town.

It might also be interesting to hear about where you are a merchant from.

It would be great to hear about exotic iron.

I wouldn't even say noble because I don't have a offering.

I'm not very interested in cloth but the making of those pants looks a little interesting.

As I walked thinking about the lack of such a detachment, about two other men appeared before the man.

During some interaction, I saw a bald spot circling behind me blocking my exit.

"Totally......"

Sigh out.

I wonder why the world is full of idiots.

(Akira perspective)

Sister, it's tough. I'm a pinch now. [M]

... I don't have a sister.

"Er... as you can see, I don't have anything... oh, whatever you want me to check"

Speak with a (tight) smile with your hands up to show zero hostility.

"Hang on? All right, then take off all your clothes there and throw them over here one at a time."

"Here!?

Sooty Pong?! Naked?! Here?!

Who's got it! I guess these guys don't have weird tastes!

"Uh... uh"

"Come on, let's do this!

"Uh-huh!

Skinhead accidentally pushed his back with a spear stone poke.

I thought you were stabbed for a moment, and you screamed freakishly odd!

It was when I caught my shirt in the shrub.

"What, a strip in here? As always, humans are changing."

The Lord of the New Voice was a muscle with a disappointing body, one less head than I was.

He was wearing metal armor and carrying a huge hammer on his back.

His face was squeaky and his fine mustache stretched out to his chest.

They just don't have enough cubicles. They don't shine on your hair or your beard.

I thought they were new to the robbers, but they had all three eyes round, so apparently it doesn't matter.

"It's not a strip! Dwarf!

Skinhead screams. Apparently he's short tempered.

"If it's not a strip, don't be... it's not a chase."

Dwarf, said little giant (?) turned an awesome grin on this one and closed one eye to show it.

I didn't immediately understand what it meant, but as soon as I got here, I screamed.

"Yay! Please help me! It's a robbery! It's a chase!

I ran into Dwarf's back like I was rolling.

A skinhead poked me with a spear along the way, but Dwarf held it in one hand and stopped.

"Hmm?!

"Shit! Do it!"

"Don't be alarmed! This guy's gonna do it!

The skinheads take the knife out of their hips when they let go of the spear and the three of them stand up and line up.

Lower your hips and wave your weapon.

There was a figure of men there in battle...... no no hesitation whatsoever about the murder.

I collapse on the spot with fear.

My knee laughs and I can't get up.

Dwarf slowly sets up a hammer on his back when he points away the short spear he was holding.

Until then, a threesome of robbers who were screaming and scattering cursing murmurs shut their throats and shut up.

It was that overwhelming mass.

Not only was it physical mass, but it was also Dwarf's unleashed killing, and Aura was weighing in and pouring into the scene.

Take a step forward.

Step back.

Take a step forward.

Step back.

I don't know how to interact with my life. I could feel the power of this fight.

No matter what you think, there is no future to win a robbery.

"Do you want to die?

Zokri.

Dwarves and the words they emit crossed words and felt like the physical murder weapon itself.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna miss you today!

"Think of it!

"Next time I see you, I'll kill you!

On the way the three ran out to the wilderness.

Running away with soot smoke up they were amazingly fast.

Well, I don't care if you disappear.

"How can a bandit be the same as a throwaway line..."

Dwarf hammers back on his back scratching his head galloping.

"Ah... ah..."

I try to get the word out but it doesn't work.

"Are you all right? I'm young."

They offered me a hand like a catcher mitt, and when I held it, it woke me up.

The power is amazing even though you are short.

"Ah... thank you... thank you for your help"

The word of the earth came out.

"Uhm. Safe and more importantly"

That's how I met Hagg.