Chapter 493: Bauz Arrival
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I also visited my mother's house in the evening.
I thought I'd say hello when I went to the Baron's Mansion, but it was a weekday off.
"Mr. Hilda was injured? I don't think it's your fault."
"Well, if they say it's bad that you were away to procure food... there's no excuse"
Rarely are the female slaves unaccompanied. Ate the dried meat my mother served me, while I tinkled the wine, a little chat or a report.
"But my mother buys wine like this. Are you going to dinner?
"Well, it's not like I'm going to tell you that there's no such thing as a night. That's the drink Irina made me carry."
"Heh... I didn't buy it"
There is no label or anything else, it looks like a bottle of wine from Wang Du. Looks like they don't make much glass in elf territory, so they probably reused the empty bottle over here.
"He says there's plenty of good alcohol to spare, and sometimes he lets me have it. I wish I could sell it to a tavern."
"Well, I guess that's separate. Give it to your aunt for a moment. Elves don't make it that easy to show a kid's face."
"If you're normally married to Mr. Irina, it's a little snuggly dialogue, but hey."
Sighing mother as she cleverly rolls the knitting stick.
Is it the sweater that I have been knitting?
"Is that my guy?
"I would have given it to you. This belongs to Peter Boy. I'm competing with Selene on how many clothes I can make by winter."
"Jeanne said the elves would have filled me with clothes."
"You don't have a problem with how much you cheated, do you?
"Well, he said it wasn't cheating."
"Is it reasonable that the example 'we don't fit into Trot law'? Good inside, but it's still a picturesque cake."
My mother slashes our dreams in peace and spiciness.
This kind of dialogue would be hard to say to guys in other positions. I just have to smile back.
"Cheating is cheating when it comes to our senses.... I don't mind you saying something big and doing all that. Guys, they might treat you like a king. But if you don't live up to your expectations, you're just a trot. He said all the convenient things. It's creepy. When that happens, yeah, it's just an affair, I guess. That's not the reason why you don't fit your height."
"I'll remember the liver. But that's not even the stage where you get scared anymore."
"I don't know if it's about the girls. I'm worried that the dragons are getting better and better because they're so sweet, and I won't be able to do anything about it to you for as long as I can. You've become a parent, too, and I don't want you to take it personally. Think carefully about who you are, how far you can go in that life, and what you can do."
"... at all. Mother's right."
I drink wine and get up, remembering the words I threw at Sir Bonaparte.
"That's all, you can't do it....... yeah"
You can't just screw around on your own. A solitary way of dying, satisfied for the sake of the future, with ambition, is unacceptable.
Dragons can do it, dragon riders can... but I'm just a person. He's just a blacksmith's son, who's gonna be a big student if he lives another fifty years.
I forget even if I know, thank my mother for telling me that again.
The next day.
We were on holiday too for Mr. Hilda, who takes care of himself and continues to be cured, but Bauz arrives at that polka.
"Is this all of us?
"Oh."
Mr. Deane confirms, and Bauz, the dragon body, nods.
Then Bauz returns to the human body and finally brings out his daughter, who was left in the boat (the boat was easier to procure than the carriage, apparently), as if she had no energy.
Her eyes are blurred open but she doesn't know what she's looking at, her hands and feet are morbidly thin and white elf daughter. He also opens his mouth softly and keeps whispering, not sure what's going on. I was scared, to be honest.
"I've given him the last pill before he came. You should still be drunk for a while. I might get busted, so I'd like you to give me bathing assistance if you can."
"Hey, Hilda, how long does it take to completely unpack the pills"
"... I'd like a couple of weeks at the Spirit Springs if I was so physically and mentally dependent. I think you'll be up in three days."
Mr. Hilda roars as he closes one eye wide open.
Lila shrugged her shoulder as she spoke.
"It would be nice if I borrowed out the man's water for about a day... but it's not good enough to let the woman's water ride him in with dignity"
"Hey... just letting him drink should restore his drug dependence, but if there's such a physical drain, he still needs a proper bath"
And I heard that, me and Jeanne.
"... I'll lend it over there"
"You did, didn't you? People are in trouble."
It was supposed to be a secret place for me and the female slaves, but hiding it until this happens is against the road.
We've done well anyway. Speaking of which, you don't have to.
"Hey, Bauz."
"Mm."
The blonde middle-aged dragon looks at me with an abandoned girl in one hand.
"Well, it's a sanatorium..."
Where I tried to finger the woods, Christie and Irina were advancing from the far wind when I realized.
Let the strawberries take care of it.
"There is a space in the elf forest called the junction cell. You won't be able to get in and out freely, but the Spirit Springs are gushing. And a lot of food."
"Oh, you lend it over there?
"At this point, there will be no opposition. And it seems like we're gonna need time to be able to make contact with people."
"If you put it in a harsh way, it's safer in the junction cell than poorly placing a dragon with an insane rider outside. We understand that dragons are a rational race, but we know that's not the case depending on the rider."
Christie squeezes her expression slightly and sees Bawes.
... Speaking of which, will the only dragons with proper riders be Bauzz except for Lyla and Maia?
Whatever you do is no stranger than there is no such thing as trust between Bawes and his rider. In the event of a sudden outburst, is it the limited deserted forest of the junction cell or the surrounding area, including the polka?
In its specific gravity, was the polka already determined to be heavier than the junction cell?
"A dozen Blue Dragons of Misty Palace, if you have to, will serve Master Smythson righteously and fight you. Don't forget Yumeyume."
"... let's get to know. I don't care if Eufa goes back."
"Christy. Don't get too together. please. Bauz made a deal with me."
"... Dear Smythson"
"For a dragon, a promise to a rider should be heavy, even if it's only the lord of the other dragons. If you don't trust it, no threat or promise will make sense."
"... right"
Christie lays her eyes down and falls back.
"Helpful"
Bauz says a word, breaks a far-winded hedge and walks out.
"I'm sure it'll get better. When she recovers, enjoy this town slowly."
"... oh"
Bauz never tries to tell much, but the slight grin on its side did make us believe that our thoughts were also conveyed...
I don't know if everything will work out, but I want to believe that the treatment will work.
And Mr. Hilda's eyes, regardless of the trauma, still don't seem to get his eyesight back well.
"I'm almost there because I'm starting to look blurry. Even if we go to Renfangas as we are now, if we magically continue to self-heal, we should be fully healed within a few days."
"Polka would heal quickly. My sister is a lifeline for my team."
By the time he is slightly overprotective, Mr. Deane forbids Mr. Hilda from doing so.
But well, the mobility gained with the wings of the dragon, and the time for that, should be effectively consumed because this is the time.
"Can we just go ahead?
"No, let's carry the package first. My sister's treatment should be over by the time she gets back. Maia, can you go back and forth with Lyla?"
"... yeah. But Deane did a good job defending Master Andy."
"Leave it to me."
Is Maia's persistent obedience to me a manifestation of consciousness to ensure that she still tries to protect herself without Lyla?
Well, for a dragon, there's nothing more trustworthy than protection by a dragon. I guess I'm so worried that I want to push just in case the other knights say they're protecting me.
...... yeah. It's natural because I often get a big pinch on my regular applause. Excuse me.
"So what am I doing today..."
"... If I drop the Lylas off, we'll hang out today. Relax and interact with the rest of your daughters."
"What, with Mr. Deane...?
"I would have been entrusted to Maia."
Mr. Deane sighs.
And smile a little, fisting my chest.
"I'll be busy for a while. This is your last chance to date me."
"… Copy"
Thus.
I decided to act unintentionally and aimlessly in the polka, with Mr. Deane.
...... when has this really been an opportunity?
(cont 'd)
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I also visited my mother's house in the evening.
I thought I'd say hello when I went to the Baron's Mansion, but it was a weekday off.
"Mr. Hilda was injured? I don't think it's your fault."
"Well, if they say it's bad that you were away to procure food... there's no excuse"
Rarely are the female slaves unaccompanied. Ate the dried meat my mother served me, while I tinkled the wine, a little chat or a report.
"But my mother buys wine like this. Are you going to dinner?
"Well, it's not like I'm going to tell you that there's no such thing as a night. That's the drink Irina made me carry."
"Heh... I didn't buy it"
There is no label or anything else, it looks like a bottle of wine from Wang Du. Looks like they don't make much glass in elf territory, so they probably reused the empty bottle over here.
"He says there's plenty of good alcohol to spare, and sometimes he lets me have it. I wish I could sell it to a tavern."
"Well, I guess that's separate. Give it to your aunt for a moment. Elves don't make it that easy to show a kid's face."
"If you're normally married to Mr. Irina, it's a little snuggly dialogue, but hey."
Sighing mother as she cleverly rolls the knitting stick.
Is it the sweater that I have been knitting?
"Is that my guy?
"I would have given it to you. This belongs to Peter Boy. I'm competing with Selene on how many clothes I can make by winter."
"Jeanne said the elves would have filled me with clothes."
"You don't have a problem with how much you cheated, do you?
"Well, he said it wasn't cheating."
"Is it reasonable that the example 'we don't fit into Trot law'? Good inside, but it's still a picturesque cake."
My mother slashes our dreams in peace and spiciness.
This kind of dialogue would be hard to say to guys in other positions. I just have to smile back.
"Cheating is cheating when it comes to our senses.... I don't mind you saying something big and doing all that. Guys, they might treat you like a king. But if you don't live up to your expectations, you're just a trot. He said all the convenient things. It's creepy. When that happens, yeah, it's just an affair, I guess. That's not the reason why you don't fit your height."
"I'll remember the liver. But that's not even the stage where you get scared anymore."
"I don't know if it's about the girls. I'm worried that the dragons are getting better and better because they're so sweet, and I won't be able to do anything about it to you for as long as I can. You've become a parent, too, and I don't want you to take it personally. Think carefully about who you are, how far you can go in that life, and what you can do."
"... at all. Mother's right."
I drink wine and get up, remembering the words I threw at Sir Bonaparte.
"That's all, you can't do it....... yeah"
You can't just screw around on your own. A solitary way of dying, satisfied for the sake of the future, with ambition, is unacceptable.
Dragons can do it, dragon riders can... but I'm just a person. He's just a blacksmith's son, who's gonna be a big student if he lives another fifty years.
I forget even if I know, thank my mother for telling me that again.
The next day.
We were on holiday too for Mr. Hilda, who takes care of himself and continues to be cured, but Bauz arrives at that polka.
"Is this all of us?
"Oh."
Mr. Deane confirms, and Bauz, the dragon body, nods.
Then Bauz returns to the human body and finally brings out his daughter, who was left in the boat (the boat was easier to procure than the carriage, apparently), as if she had no energy.
Her eyes are blurred open but she doesn't know what she's looking at, her hands and feet are morbidly thin and white elf daughter. He also opens his mouth softly and keeps whispering, not sure what's going on. I was scared, to be honest.
"I've given him the last pill before he came. You should still be drunk for a while. I might get busted, so I'd like you to give me bathing assistance if you can."
"Hey, Hilda, how long does it take to completely unpack the pills"
"... I'd like a couple of weeks at the Spirit Springs if I was so physically and mentally dependent. I think you'll be up in three days."
Mr. Hilda roars as he closes one eye wide open.
Lila shrugged her shoulder as she spoke.
"It would be nice if I borrowed out the man's water for about a day... but it's not good enough to let the woman's water ride him in with dignity"
"Hey... just letting him drink should restore his drug dependence, but if there's such a physical drain, he still needs a proper bath"
And I heard that, me and Jeanne.
"... I'll lend it over there"
"You did, didn't you? People are in trouble."
It was supposed to be a secret place for me and the female slaves, but hiding it until this happens is against the road.
We've done well anyway. Speaking of which, you don't have to.
"Hey, Bauz."
"Mm."
The blonde middle-aged dragon looks at me with an abandoned girl in one hand.
"Well, it's a sanatorium..."
Where I tried to finger the woods, Christie and Irina were advancing from the far wind when I realized.
Let the strawberries take care of it.
"There is a space in the elf forest called the junction cell. You won't be able to get in and out freely, but the Spirit Springs are gushing. And a lot of food."
"Oh, you lend it over there?
"At this point, there will be no opposition. And it seems like we're gonna need time to be able to make contact with people."
"If you put it in a harsh way, it's safer in the junction cell than poorly placing a dragon with an insane rider outside. We understand that dragons are a rational race, but we know that's not the case depending on the rider."
Christie squeezes her expression slightly and sees Bawes.
... Speaking of which, will the only dragons with proper riders be Bauzz except for Lyla and Maia?
Whatever you do is no stranger than there is no such thing as trust between Bawes and his rider. In the event of a sudden outburst, is it the limited deserted forest of the junction cell or the surrounding area, including the polka?
In its specific gravity, was the polka already determined to be heavier than the junction cell?
"A dozen Blue Dragons of Misty Palace, if you have to, will serve Master Smythson righteously and fight you. Don't forget Yumeyume."
"... let's get to know. I don't care if Eufa goes back."
"Christy. Don't get too together. please. Bauz made a deal with me."
"... Dear Smythson"
"For a dragon, a promise to a rider should be heavy, even if it's only the lord of the other dragons. If you don't trust it, no threat or promise will make sense."
"... right"
Christie lays her eyes down and falls back.
"Helpful"
Bauz says a word, breaks a far-winded hedge and walks out.
"I'm sure it'll get better. When she recovers, enjoy this town slowly."
"... oh"
Bauz never tries to tell much, but the slight grin on its side did make us believe that our thoughts were also conveyed...
I don't know if everything will work out, but I want to believe that the treatment will work.
And Mr. Hilda's eyes, regardless of the trauma, still don't seem to get his eyesight back well.
"I'm almost there because I'm starting to look blurry. Even if we go to Renfangas as we are now, if we magically continue to self-heal, we should be fully healed within a few days."
"Polka would heal quickly. My sister is a lifeline for my team."
By the time he is slightly overprotective, Mr. Deane forbids Mr. Hilda from doing so.
But well, the mobility gained with the wings of the dragon, and the time for that, should be effectively consumed because this is the time.
"Can we just go ahead?
"No, let's carry the package first. My sister's treatment should be over by the time she gets back. Maia, can you go back and forth with Lyla?"
"... yeah. But Deane did a good job defending Master Andy."
"Leave it to me."
Is Maia's persistent obedience to me a manifestation of consciousness to ensure that she still tries to protect herself without Lyla?
Well, for a dragon, there's nothing more trustworthy than protection by a dragon. I guess I'm so worried that I want to push just in case the other knights say they're protecting me.
...... yeah. It's natural because I often get a big pinch on my regular applause. Excuse me.
"So what am I doing today..."
"... If I drop the Lylas off, we'll hang out today. Relax and interact with the rest of your daughters."
"What, with Mr. Deane...?
"I would have been entrusted to Maia."
Mr. Deane sighs.
And smile a little, fisting my chest.
"I'll be busy for a while. This is your last chance to date me."
"… Copy"
Thus.
I decided to act unintentionally and aimlessly in the polka, with Mr. Deane.
...... when has this really been an opportunity?
(cont 'd)
I also visited my mother's house in the evening.I thought I'd say hello when I went to the Baron's Mansion, but it was a weekday off."Mr. Hilda was injured? I don't think it's your fault.""Well, if they say it's bad that you were away to procure food... there's no excuse"Rarely are the female slaves unaccompanied. Ate the dried meat my mother served me, while I tinkled the wine, a little chat or a report."But my mother buys wine like this. Are you going to dinner? "Well, it's not like I'm going to tell you that there's no such thing as a night. That's the drink Irina made me carry.""Heh... I didn't buy it"There is no label or anything else, it looks like a bottle of wine from Wang Du. Looks like they don't make much glass in elf territory, so they probably reused the empty bottle over here."He says there's plenty of good alcohol to spare, and sometimes he lets me have it. I wish I could sell it to a tavern.""Well, I guess that's separate. Give it to your aunt for a moment. Elves don't make it that easy to show a kid's face.""If you're normally married to Mr. Irina, it's a little snuggly dialogue, but hey."Sighing mother as she cleverly rolls the knitting stick.Is it the sweater that I have been knitting?"Is that my guy? "I would have given it to you. This belongs to Peter Boy. I'm competing with Selene on how many clothes I can make by winter.""Jeanne said the elves would have filled me with clothes.""You don't have a problem with how much you cheated, do you? "Well, he said it wasn't cheating.""Is it reasonable that the example 'we don't fit into Trot law'? Good inside, but it's still a picturesque cake."My mother slashes our dreams in peace and spiciness.This kind of dialogue would be hard to say to guys in other positions. I just have to smile back."Cheating is cheating when it comes to our senses.... I don't mind you saying something big and doing all that. Guys, they might treat you like a king. But if you don't live up to your expectations, you're just a trot. He said all the convenient things. It's creepy. When that happens, yeah, it's just an affair, I guess. That's not the reason why you don't fit your height.""I'll remember the liver. But that's not even the stage where you get scared anymore.""I don't know if it's about the girls. I'm worried that the dragons are getting better and better because they're so sweet, and I won't be able to do anything about it to you for as long as I can. You've become a parent, too, and I don't want you to take it personally. Think carefully about who you are, how far you can go in that life, and what you can do.""... at all. Mother's right."I drink wine and get up, remembering the words I threw at Sir Bonaparte."That's all, you can't do it....... yeah"You can't just screw around on your own. A solitary way of dying, satisfied for the sake of the future, with ambition, is unacceptable.Dragons can do it, dragon riders can... but I'm just a person. He's just a blacksmith's son, who's gonna be a big student if he lives another fifty years.I forget even if I know, thank my mother for telling me that again.The next day.We were on holiday too for Mr. Hilda, who takes care of himself and continues to be cured, but Bauz arrives at that polka."Is this all of us? "Oh."Mr. Deane confirms, and Bauz, the dragon body, nods.Then Bauz returns to the human body and finally brings out his daughter, who was left in the boat the boat was easier to procure than the carriage, apparently, as if she had no energy.Her eyes are blurred open but she doesn't know what she's looking at, her hands and feet are morbidly thin and white elf daughter. He also opens his mouth softly and keeps whispering, not sure what's going on. I was scared, to be honest."I've given him the last pill before he came. You should still be drunk for a while. I might get busted, so I'd like you to give me bathing assistance if you can.""Hey, Hilda, how long does it take to completely unpack the pills""... I'd like a couple of weeks at the Spirit Springs if I was so physically and mentally dependent. I think you'll be up in three days."Mr. Hilda roars as he closes one eye wide open.Lila shrugged her shoulder as she spoke."It would be nice if I borrowed out the man's water for about a day... but it's not good enough to let the woman's water ride him in with dignity""Hey... just letting him drink should restore his drug dependence, but if there's such a physical drain, he still needs a proper bath"And I heard that, me and Jeanne."... I'll lend it over there""You did, didn't you? People are in trouble."It was supposed to be a secret place for me and the female slaves, but hiding it until this happens is against the road.We've done well anyway. Speaking of which, you don't have to."Hey, Bauz.""Mm."The blonde middle-aged dragon looks at me with an abandoned girl in one hand."Well, it's a sanatorium..."Where I tried to finger the woods, Christie and Irina were advancing from the far wind when I realized.Let the strawberries take care of it."There is a space in the elf forest called the junction cell. You won't be able to get in and out freely, but the Spirit Springs are gushing. And a lot of food.""Oh, you lend it over there? "At this point, there will be no opposition. And it seems like we're gonna need time to be able to make contact with people.""If you put it in a harsh way, it's safer in the junction cell than poorly placing a dragon with an insane rider outside. We understand that dragons are a rational race, but we know that's not the case depending on the rider."Christie squeezes her expression slightly and sees Bawes.... Speaking of which, will the only dragons with proper riders be Bauzz except for Lyla and Maia?Whatever you do is no stranger than there is no such thing as trust between Bawes and his rider. In the event of a sudden outburst, is it the limited deserted forest of the junction cell or the surrounding area, including the polka?In its specific gravity, was the polka already determined to be heavier than the junction cell?"A dozen Blue Dragons of Misty Palace, if you have to, will serve Master Smythson righteously and fight you. Don't forget Yumeyume.""... let's get to know. I don't care if Eufa goes back.""Christy. Don't get too together. please. Bauz made a deal with me.""... Dear Smythson""For a dragon, a promise to a rider should be heavy, even if it's only the lord of the other dragons. If you don't trust it, no threat or promise will make sense.""... right"Christie lays her eyes down and falls back."Helpful"Bauz says a word, breaks a far-winded hedge and walks out."I'm sure it'll get better. When she recovers, enjoy this town slowly.""... oh"Bauz never tries to tell much, but the slight grin on its side did make us believe that our thoughts were also conveyed...I don't know if everything will work out, but I want to believe that the treatment will work.And Mr. Hilda's eyes, regardless of the trauma, still don't seem to get his eyesight back well."I'm almost there because I'm starting to look blurry. Even if we go to Renfangas as we are now, if we magically continue to self-heal, we should be fully healed within a few days.""Polka would heal quickly. My sister is a lifeline for my team."By the time he is slightly overprotective, Mr. Deane forbids Mr. Hilda from doing so.But well, the mobility gained with the wings of the dragon, and the time for that, should be effectively consumed because this is the time."Can we just go ahead? "No, let's carry the package first. My sister's treatment should be over by the time she gets back. Maia, can you go back and forth with Lyla?""... yeah. But Deane did a good job defending Master Andy.""Leave it to me."Is Maia's persistent obedience to me a manifestation of consciousness to ensure that she still tries to protect herself without Lyla?Well, for a dragon, there's nothing more trustworthy than protection by a dragon. I guess I'm so worried that I want to push just in case the other knights say they're protecting me....... yeah. It's natural because I often get a big pinch on my regular applause. Excuse me."So what am I doing today...""... If I drop the Lylas off, we'll hang out today. Relax and interact with the rest of your daughters.""What, with Mr. Deane...? "I would have been entrusted to Maia."Mr. Deane sighs.And smile a little, fisting my chest."I'll be busy for a while. This is your last chance to date me."" Copy"Thus.I decided to act unintentionally and aimlessly in the polka, with Mr. Deane....... when has this really been an opportunity?cont 'd
