Sanzen no Souru Supina

"What? The capital of Vibronze? You want me to go to Heliatium? When might the Great War be like boobs, in this day and age? (Crazy) I don't give a shit about you."

A long-sleeved man, often characterized by burnt skin and long stretched habitual hair on the day, looked greatly surprised.

Now, time also goes back a month from the Lord time of the Ashlets.

Just when, in a snow-closed forest country: Trantrim, Ashle and Zion were being manipulated by a strange fate.

There's a sophisticated grin in the face of a man who Barton only earns by putting into practice.

"In that case, that's the place, so there's a business bud. I wanted to beat that experience into our little scumbag before we went into hiding."

Barton answers pleasantly to the seaman opponent who rounds his eyes.

Too much prestige caught a hairy man laughing.

"Mr. Ji, you have a lot of nerve. But I know that. You can't just do business in the tunnels, sometimes you have to do things like gambling. War and deception. Hey."

"Even so, you. Listen, the Crusaders are boobies again. Then, for the time being, we have to ship out the rough waves knowingly, right? This guy was born in Catel Island. He grew up in Catel Island, so he barely knew about the previous Crusaders. It just so happens that this wasn't the battlefield.... Well, that doesn't mean the waves add or subtract just because it's a boat. I'm going to teach you how to face the big waves. Think so."

Yeah, and strikes an association as impressed by the hairy man.

I really admire Burton's philosophy of life.

Then, he flushes his gaze, finally behind Burton.

There was an Illis dressed in a traveling outfit.

Under what circumstances, the hair is only short enough to be confused with the man, but even if she is dressed in her natural beauty and her outfit as a clear young wife, her distinguished characteristics as a woman who does not stop claiming do not give her misunderstandings or anything.

However, in this day and age, adult women, apart from East and West, would have gladly attracted the interest of the men because growing their hair was often tied up again in the Western world.

What the hell is going on?

Indeed, the man responded by looking around at Iris' standing from top to bottom and from bottom to top.

"I don't know, some pretty daughter-in-law. Hang on, Grandpa, your last son, you did well. That beauty, the thinness of your hips, that's what your chest looks like, right? You're a little too pretty."

The man glanced at Illis, who refrained backwards, and did the trick of accentuating his chest.

Ordynamites, and is it the hidden language of the men of the sea, every thing, crush.

It may be obscene, but it is definitely a compliment.

"Fifty years after I passed, I let my second daughter-in-law give birth, son. Come on. The gift of shooting a woman is blood muscle. You already have a kid in that belly, don't you?

"Ha, is your son next door? Ku, you look like a boy, here you go. Oh, I'm doing it. No, Grandpa, here's to your blood."

"Originally Mr. Ni."

"Seriously! Uh, so, my hair! Whoa, no, this guy was rude. Oh, my God, yeah, you're a Greater! No, you did, Maiga! A good thing or a good thing. Huh, it's just a sense of defeat as a man! Mr. Ni, I'm gonna turn it into a thing. KAR! (Python) Oh, my God, Saint! Me, too!

He would be a good man by birth.

In the midst of the tidal sailors, the man, characterised by some euphemistic behavior, a casual and attentive discourse, and a stern face, was a medium-sized sailboat in the Esperalgo registry: the captain of a merchant ship.

Menace called me that.

Burton's choice for flights to the capital of Vibronze: Heliatium, though what a Catel Hospital Knights is the same Ixist nation, was the ship of Esperalgo, the number one virtual enemy nation due to its fundamentalist tendencies.

Burton answered flatly to the face of the Knights of the Catel Hospital in Yangtian.

"Esperalgo's military vessels do not conduct ad hoc inspections on the country's ships. There is no maritime control in Vibronze right now. With the military ships of Osmadra and Esperalgo finally making the territorial waters, the advantages of keeping either one harmless first are immeasurable.

Unless it's an unexpected encounter, we won't let Osmadra's navy catch Esperalgo sailors. The Army doesn't have to know, and with sailors' skill, one or two, Esperalgo is up there. "

You probably know that better than all the Knights of Catel Hospital, whose territory is this ocean, right?

Touching the mastery, logic of virgin art that leaps into the pockets of Burton's enemies, below Norman, the young trao and serafina are impressive.

Only one Iris showed "That's Grandpa" and an innocent lift.

Esperalgo was an emerging country, and its social mechanisms were often untouched in detail, as can be seen from the emperor who swept around with his mobile court.

Paradoxically, it also means that there are few constraints on commerce.

If you are fulfilling your duty of submission and obedience to Ixism and the Emperor, and then even paying taxes as a kitten, the rest is, well, more or less, the national pattern.

For them, it is no exaggeration to say that fanatical faith is the only code.

The spirituality of reclaiming the homeland unjustly taken by the heathen.

Momentum, the merchants also had a strong opportunity to make independent strides and were often the owners of lone, mountain master temperaments.

If this was a deadyard to be named as a shipping country, the merchants were obliged to belong to the guilds operated by the state, and the minor and detailed terms and practices dictated the merchants.

The notorious intelligence agency and supreme will decision-maker: the Committee of Eleven (Majestic Eleven), even glanced at it.

Most importantly, at that price, the merchants of Deedyard were guaranteed insurance and guarantees and even the payment of pensions, but the merchants of Esperalgo had no such thing as "insurance, guarantees and pensions".

Adventurous, and whether or not you can put it together in one piece, I want to leave it to future generations of historians to judge.

However, it was just that, often the employer = captain, and it was easy to summarize the story.

Like dealing with sailors from other countries, the lack of need to go through the guild should also play a role in preventing information from being leaked.

This man named Menace is also one of those lone wolves.

The reason Barton chose him was the manner in which the ship was taken care of, the attentive work of its crew, and the diversity of its constituent races.

"We're in a neighborhood of breathless people in the country."

Menace laughed when she pointed that out.

The femininity of rootless grass (delacine), and.

"If you feel the same way, the ocean is better."

"No way, you don't just have a murder warrant, do you?

"If they were in the country, they'd be interrogated. The Church talks about medical books and prescribing drugs."

"Is Esperalgo's home country that bad?

"Well, which is hotter - the people. Is it not common in people to want to put themselves on the side of justice by cutting someone off as evil? I'm pretty sure the Church started discipline control, but it was the people who applauded it."

Whoa, is that what you're telling the people in Esperalgo?

What a tearful look on his face when he smiles, with a bearded face on his chin.

Menace was a strange man.

Burton deserved Menace again.

It's a good time for half a dozen men to start riding fat.

Muscle is firmly attached to an even length that must have a tough impression.

Sabel from foot judgment, Farkata, that's pretty much what I'm gonna do too.

Well, for sailors, rough things are like a main business and a beating followed by a third profession, so is this natural?

Nevertheless, in standing around somewhere beneath that casual attitude, Barton feels that this man is from some nobleman.

Per zero noble three boys.

If it's a profession to choose from, are you a clergyman or a butler, or a mercenary captain?

That's the kind of guy who swung off his not many choices and flagged them to the sea.

I am dissatisfied with the world, the world where I swallow the whole thing about the Church.

Burton didn't miss that kind of rebellious spirit, the incense of rebellious ambition.

We need to be careful, but we also have things like pride and conviction.

That's what you can tell by looking at the faces of your fellow workers on board.

Let's bet on this guy, Barton made a decision.

"Interesting, Captain. I'll tell you what."

"That would be nice. Grandpa, let's talk about work."

Barton quickly wrapped up the conversation and boarded with the fellows waiting behind him.

First, head to the capital of the Vibronze Empire: Heliatium.