Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Bye, and the strings make the air tremble.

He played the string at his fingertips, and when he confirmed the sound several times, the man laughed and then started playing the music.

The trembling string tone is ear-friendly and doesn't look good because it plays it with a big body. But Xela, son of the prestigious Southand family, deepened her grin with fragmented applause.

I'm sure men like this kind of time.

He would like to play the strings at his fingertips and get into the music carefully. If you stand on the battlefield, you have the power to eat down your throat. But the unbelievably delicate sound shook my skin, which was slowly bringing people to the venue.

The playground at the end of the lake is also like a semi-circular hall. A wind with water comes from it, and the tilting sun makes a reflection on the lake.

Surprises and cheers occurred in some places, although in a reassuring investigation. When those around them also look at what is and what is, a woman walks refreshingly from among the people.

Doula with burning red hair. She wears lipstick that she barely does, and she grins softly. The white dress, which can even see the lines of the body, shows a chest that is likely to spill, and the hair is decorated with several flowers.

"Captain Doula Ooh!!

"Seriously!!

The impromptu venue is boiling.

The bearer of the seemingly powerful eyebrows is also the master who has driven the warriors more than once. He is also the person who led him on the battlefield and brought him victory.

When that girlfriend opened her seductive lips, she sang a high, high, clear singing voice aboard Xela's playful examination.

There are several gatherings on the shore of the lake, where some people enjoy eating, fishing and napping. But all this time I was gathering to see what a singing princess I would normally never see.

That was a song that sounded bright this afternoon.

It seemed to play a nose song with Run, and it was like a song with legs floating somewhere.

The audience will gaze when Doula's singing in his ears is comfortable and unbelievable because this is burning up the souls of the warriors as a psalm in the battlefield.

Well, he didn't think they were so authentic either as far as I heard.

It would be the charm of strings to weave treble and bass to stimulate the skin finely. It touches my skin like a fine wave and invites me to "have more fun."

Ooh, a cheer sounds similar to a groan, and also uses it to make the music thicker. Not a good concert if you can ask for claps or footsteps.

Raise your mood, entertain you, and help you move your body. It seems that it can be done that far and that the first time music is made up.

Until then, when they would end their singing, they could even hear the core of their bodies. To the ensuing encore. Red-haired she grinned and responded to the request.

With a splashy applause on his back, Zella opens her mouth looking at it, apparently liking the strings.

"This guy's good. Where'd you get that?

"I'm more than happy for you. Tourism has also flourished in the seaside villages where we are purchasing meals, giving away this kind of entertainment."

There is a man who looks like a butler at the end of the hand, and he also has a satisfied grin. The other day, he was supposed to work here, but no one knows how it is.

If you look at yourself, you will see that you are not the only one. But for Zella, I only take it to the extent that it's "obvious because that Mr. Uridora brought him here". It's actually far more on the other side than I imagined, and the legend itself...... it would be wilder to care in this celebration.

Knowing it or not, Xela chuckled as she took off her suit.

"I don't know because we have a choir. There are so many music lovers that the instrument will be delighted. Hey, Doula, why don't you join us for a drink?

"Fine, let's go. It's been a long time since I've seen anything like this, so I'm nervous and I want to calm down a little."

That's right, once I say it, a cheerful face doula comes. Take nature and Zera's arm, and let the surrounding crew cool it down. Hiuuuuuuu.

As she said she was an idiot. When she paid her hand, she started walking down the lakeside trail without looking back.

Some, on the other hand, have no connection whatsoever with such a ceremony.

Not really, I don't think I would do something like this.

I know. It's a special day, and I want to celebrate it.

But if I'm asked to do this all the time, I won't be afraid to fall asleep one day.

I glance at the freshly skinned onion with a grumpy face.

The knife in your hand increases radiance when you immediately activate "Five Definition Overload (Overload)". This skill (skill) has several properties, one of which is the ability to "perform the set actions".

As a result, Pan! and leaves a handful, which turns into minced - no, should I say minced - and falls into an oiled large pot.

I don't care if someone who happens to want to go through stops and stares. I'm a cook now. [M]

The basics of cooking are affection. I have a good understanding of that too.

But what about in this case? One frying pan after another, Bobo! and metastasis and cooking at the same time. This will make your affection faint.

Besides, every time I give you a frying pan, my sleeping fire punches me in the eye like a sesame grain. I wonder why it is so motivating.

While asking myself that, I decided to look at the meeting and move on to the next stage.

The onions, permeable to candy, simultaneously said, "Jah!" and danced the universe. Seeing it, there are those who groan, "Seriously," those who drink, those who look forward to booze knobs, and dark elves who burst into laughter with their stomachs.

There was a "Don't Get Near Me Because It's Dangerous" sign in the cooking area where I installed it in the open air, and it was becoming a little "Kazhiho's One Man Show". That is so sad.

Recently, campsites and so on are becoming available around the lake. It seems that the second level hall is gradually becoming a leisure ground.

Today marks the third tier breakthrough, the anniversary of the defeat of the Demon Army, and the anniversary of Uridra's beating down of her husband. Everyone drinks thoughtfully, eats and has a bright look at the number of treasures in their hands.

But I just want you to think about it for a second.

Meat and vegetables have a lot of patterns of cutting. If you put it all on "overload (overload) of the quintessential definition," the area (slot) will change all over your dish as you look at it. I want you to understand that it only makes me a little sad.

And then again, although my cooking skills have been bursting since just now... I feel like I could grasp something.

Like boiling soup, this feeling of something forming in you - no way, but you don't wake up to the inherent skill (unique skill), do you?!?

Wow, that would suck if it did.

If an item called "cooking" were added to a very, very valuable skill frame, I think I would be blocked for a while. Don't wake up, don't ever wake up, I was indulging in cooking, remembering like a funny entertainer inside.

"That sounds like a tough one, even when you're a part of the offense."

"That, Mr. Darsha. We have a little more time to cook, don't we?

There was a woman with maid clothes all over her sleeves. I have seen the diamond squad readily carrying a giant axe in the avant-garde. He has a long, disappointing body and seems to be good at working hard as well as carrying food.

"My hands are empty, and I was hoping to get some rest. Kazhiho, give me that booze there. Even at the festival, I didn't drink at all."

Sitting somewhere in a nearby chair, Darsha wets her sweaty skin. I have ancient wounds all over my body and my maid's clothes look good because of her muscular but small face, or because of her thin hips.

When you hand every bottle of wine, you unplug it and start drinking it as it is. It's not the same as a kitchen runner, though it's a special day.

Puffy she exhales, turning a reliable grin in a male victory.

"I was helpful in a hierarchical battle. Look, it was when Puseli attacked him with blood on his head."

"Oh, you had it. But I just walked by and I didn't do anything."

That's when I brought in the hierarchy lord and my memories of hitting the demon they were in charge of came back. Yeah, I certainly didn't do anything.

When I told him that, he laughed pussy so he could play it. It seems too early to get drunk, but Mr. Darsha looked a little fun sitting around in a skirt.

"Next time, let's make it work. You're going to be able to fight for real."

"You should stop, Darsha. Never."

Oh, and when we turned our gaze, there was a dark elf Eve. For some reason I have a crown on my head, a tin cane on my hand, a red cloak on my shoulder and... what's really wrong with that fit?

Flaking her wavy blonde hair, Eve sighs as she takes off her gear.

"Never mind... I was fooled. I was an idiot"

"I know that's stupid, but why shouldn't we fight this guy?

Show your annoying face only for a moment and Eve will sit in the chair again. Apparently, you're pretty tired. I wonder what happened without us.

Yes, when I was face-to-face with Mr. Darsha, Eve taught me what words meant.

"I mean incompatible. Ichihiro looked so shady, he poked a weak toko at me. If you keep getting upset, it's a sign that you're haunted during surgery."

"Well, I guess... I'm meant to be square."

"Uh, maybe if you look closely. Make it look nice, you're the type to go painkilled. I knew I didn't have to go along with it. No, it's going to be hard."

I can't rest my cooking hands, even though I'm still sweating. If I let the ingredients get coarse, I'm sorry to the Lizardmans who raised me.

It's going to be a wine tasting at some point, but it's a special day, so I'm not angry either. Add the cut in and then gently flake the bowel sausage and place the seasoned with just salt and pepper on the plate.

Unlike the ones in the supermarket, the skin can easily peel off, so the point is to keep it hot in hot water. The name "Wiener Sausage" is correct this time because it uses sheep's bowels.

"The one these men were making these days -! I'm skipping, but I feel like I got it!

"Yay! Here you go!

The cabin for smoking is still under construction, but it's actually not that important because there's a magic dragon storage facility here.

Although made as an amateur, this is packed with salts and spices for preservation purposes. I don't have any trouble with good meat here at all, so the moment I chew it, good quality oil overflows. The delicacy of one eye is really sickening because it lightly flakes and thanks to the added boil it traps the flavor.

Juju... and the oil is overflowing, which is tasted with salt and spices. The more delicious your cheeks are, the more muggly you chew, the more the original flavor of the meat overflows. Oil overflowing with sparkle and flavor makes their eyes glow.

"Gu...... Gu!

"Mmm-hmm!

Yeah, I'm glad your nose just tells you how delicious it is. Busy chewing sausages that chew through a thousand puffy bites, and if you can chew them thoroughly, now is the time for wine. He had a slightly dry throat, and not surprisingly, the two closed their eyes slightly and hit the finish.

"Huh! Uhh... Huh! No, I can't. I'm totally skipping today. I can't do this anymore. 'Cause my body's in relaxing mode."

"Mmmm! Shit, I can eat more and more! Also, let's make, don't make a lot, let's!

Because it's what we talk about while we eat and drink... uh, my elegant maid outfit is ruined. But if you want to be lazy, it is also my pleasure to have Tokoton lazy. Yes, please. When I gave him a change of alcohol, he received it with quite a smile.

When I was having such fun and bickering, I felt the neighborhood quiet.

I looked up and looked around and the soldiers seemed to have a look of tension somewhere. Follow their gaze with your eyes, there......

Brave candidate Zarish.

He lets a bloody bandage peek through his shirt and slowly walks down the lakeside trail.

It has not yet been made public, but there is a past in which he was part of the Gedover Nation. The conversation from the surrounding area, which flows with a touch, was also close to it.

Eve rushes to eat the rest of the knobs and takes a seat.

When I saw it, I decided to stop the fire immediately. [M]

"Hey, I've been waiting for this time, Zarish"

I take off my apron whining like that. [M]