Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

Immediately after the "Odensa Army" left, they erased and freed the slave prints of all the beautiful women who had been imprisoned underground. Many of the beasts had their tendons cut off so they wouldn't escape and their anger at the monkey nobility was amplified. He was also habitually beaten or kicked in places where the wound was inconspicuous. It seemed like he was holding his emotions back with slave prints, but it was very heartbreaking when he cried out as soon as he liberated him or was struck powerlessly by hysterics wondering why he hadn't come sooner.

Especially sending out two Chestnut tribes that were unstable first. I'm going to ask Tama, Yatsufusa and Sarah, the healers who were at the mansion. And when I went back again, I told him quickly about the remaining faces and what I would do in the future.

As a result of the consultation, the women of the Pu ethnic group were not in that terrible condition, so they handed our bank back to the place of thought. Of course, I would send them on a spatial transfer to Gramada, etc. to people who don't want to go back to their homeland, etc. because they've been sold. They're going to start over in a new land.

The problem is eight beastly women. Some people don't even know where to go far back home. Not as good as the first two, but because of some human distrust or popular distrust, some people floated the color of vigilance even when healing wounds.

Ultimately, a cow woman agrees to persuade her to keep herself with me for a while. I was asked to help with some of our work while healing my body and mind and slowly thinking about what I would do in the future.

I called in Sarah and the caregivers by transporting them to my house on a space transfer, and that's where the new facts are discovered.

"Hey, sis!?

Plum

"Sarah! You're Sarah!

[]/(n, vs) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

It's just, gummy!

Inspiring sisters reunion. The two of them will probably be holding each other in tears.

I don't know why, but I'm currently caught in a huge boob with a wasp head, which makes it difficult to breathe. I was in between for being a big bust, and you couldn't see me, so let me?

It's a very soft, very wonderful feeling, but I can't breathe anyway. I have no choice but to magically create oxygen in my mouth. I feel like I've been hospitalized and put on an oxygen supply device. If it wasn't for me, I'd be down.

I blamed Mr. Sarah for seeing a slave print on her neck and said, 'I knew you were!' There was a grump about changing her expression, but Sarah refused to let her go and explained that she stayed put, and the scene subsided. I'm curious that Lecco was turning his face bright red after he hit him in the ear...

Get a break from the usual magic of creating prefabricated, simple accommodations beside employee dormitories. Anyway, I think what they need is rest. It will take a while for a monkey to heal his heart wound. I left the place softly saying that the rest would be better for women.

Hopefully Animal Therapy for Tama, Yatsufusa, and the Beatles will also work. I walked down the hallway and I hear arrows shooting from over the training ground. Speaking of which, are you training your bow today? I think I'll give it a look.

Tatarn, Tatarn

The arrowheads that cut and thrust through the wind prick at the target. Several beastmen were shooting their freshly fed bows indifferently in their hands when they could.

... there, close your sides.

... don't hold hands to the bees. It is also necessary to moderately drain the force.

... I don't twist my body. I struggle later when I get weird habits.

There Mithama was giving the Beasts an archery. Less verbal, but accurate advice tailored to each. I'm not saying it's visible, but I felt the odds of it hitting gradually were increasing. Well, what I'm trying to make you do is a simultaneous sweep from the high ground, so you don't need that much precision shooting. Still, it's not a bad thing to improve your smell because you can keep it alive later. Because without technology it's even hard to fly straight.

Unlike guns, bows affect the skill of the person handling them all the time. Guns make it possible to kill people, whether they shoot at the dark clouds or ordinary people. But I don't want to be able to create gunpowder, which is often lanobe, or spread guns. If we spread that stuff, we'd have a miserable battlefield full of smells of nitrous smoke and blood. I want to forgive you for such a time. I don't hate to create it when the brave guys are about to do it, but I don't want to go ahead and do it. I want it to remain a world of good fantasy.

... I'm developing a bow that will be dedicated to sniping magic and mitamas! I am a little self-loathing for my distraction.

What is Mithama's interest in Lizard Pochomkin? I snuck up and listened just a little bit.

"... Pochomkin, do you have a minute?

"Hmm? Ma'am, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong with the way you shot Me?

Mitama showing different head shakes when sifted. Eventually I opened my mouth just a little reluctantly.

"... I need to ask you something."

"To me? I want you to ask me anything. Answer anything you know."

It seems very difficult to say, but I say pompous.

"... what's the tail of the Lizards... can you cut it?

"Heh?

"... so it grows again?

Mitama raised her doubts while leaning her neck so tightly. Pochomkin temporarily solidified by the question but eventually waved in front of him to represent denial.

"No, no, no, no, no. Sure, the Lizards look like lizards, but they don't look that much like boulders. At least for our tribe, if you cut it, you won't play it unless it's used in regeneration."

"... um"

"But why are you doing that again?

"... cut tail, eating, pretty much?

"OH!

(Also, what's your wife's concern is dragon steak thatsu!? Hiya, if you take a closer look, you'll have predator's eyes somehow.)

"Ha, you're not eating, are you? Unlike demonic meat, it's not delicious, so I'm not gonna tell you this story, right?

"... Too bad"

Mitama returns to mentoring again, pointing her mouth just a little bit. Pochomkin said he saw it and tasted unspeakable fear along with relief.

... Mittama, what are you doing? How far will her eating place spread? Maybe I'll be included in my Seven Wonders after this world.