Chapter 814: times of drastic change and the way small citizens live and
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The visit to the Dragon Palace was a new discovery for myself, and it seemed to be an exciting experience for Princess Lan, who from the next day began to immerse herself in the study of the Baron's mansion occupied by Irina as an embassy and to speak with Irina and Christie in a flourishing manner. Apparently.
Rumor has it, of course, I'm not stuffing in the baron's mansion or keeping an eye on the princess. It was Fennel who told me.
"I wonder if you're even talking about elf territory."
"No. Seems like it's mainly all about your husband..."
"... is there such a thing as talking about me?
"I think it's as much as it takes."
There are certainly mountains, valleys, porn, lots of battles over the last two years, but that's exactly what I've been telling you. So many days... is it gonna take? Can't you just say it won't take?
"How your husband met each female slave, fascinated him, and how much credit he left for Trott, Elf Territory, and Karlwyn... especially since he's a princess who's always on the street about culture and history around here, there won't be much to talk about from there"
"Oh... well, it's often the first time Princess Lan talks about the underlying country or race..."
That kid, he talks on the assumption that he knows everything because he can talk to me smoothly, but in fact, he's just reading and flushing the air, and I guess there's a lot of parts of him that I don't really understand.
Is it also a royal courtesy to be such a "good listener"?
I guess the only way we can get rid of that and talk about root digging leaf digging is that Irina, who is still equally qualified and uncomfortable in her identity and physique, is fit even with her smartness.
"Don't feel bad leaving it to the princess's indulgence to show you the clutter... I guess I'll have to walk over here too"
"I think there are a lot of people who can take the princess's side and complement it on your husband's behalf..."
"But I think Tetes and Naris said that Southern language wouldn't be that hard if you could speak Valerie, and I don't think it would hurt to remember it when you think about the future"
Anyway, word first.
It is also conceivable to get into St. Gard in the future and do what is the only activity, than there are signs that the Princess's health is over and not over just that. Besides, when I talk to Female Knight Fiona, it's a real hassle to have her interpreted.
"But I'm not a master of Southern... sorry I can't help you"
"Oh, no, I seem to be free. I have some idea. Good luck with Fennel for now."
Wave to Fennel and I'll leave the Baron's mansion.
Mr. Deane... is reluctant to interrupt because of Fiona's special training.
Mira and the Dark Elf sisters are sure to see it as proficient. Not to mention Sharon, a native.
But you're still Naris when it comes to feeling uncomfortable.
So, visit Naris.
Today he was playing with the cats with a throwing knife in the garden of the cat mansion while still in his hot long clothes.
Normally I would be worried about imitating the danger... but Naris and the cats are used to handling the blades from time to time.
Especially since the cats don't rust their hunting arms, it's important to touch the blade. It has been dedicated for quite some time.
And with just the dexterity, he puts all the bullets in the targeted high scoring zone and hangs out to talk to Naris, who is respected by the cats.
…………
"Ho. He wants to teach me Southern."
"Why do you seem so happy..."
"Hehe. No, it's quite rare that I'm in a position to teach people something."
"You're the only one living a turbulent life, how much are you being naked around..."
Naris that he is an adventurer and knight over 100 and has a variety of experiences from his poor physique. They're well hit, and they're supposed to be great people to ask about the know-how of things, but they don't rely on them at all.
... No, Renfangas probably doesn't have much of a chance to teach.
"Then let me tell you something. The earliest thing I can do is deal with people who only speak Southern."
"That's true... you're tired."
When we are unable to understand each other's own words, we will strive to convey them using a few simple words or using gestures and gestures.
That will increase your focus on the "what does this word mean" part and make it easier to remember the words as a result.
That was more or less the pattern when I learned Valerie. In Catalina and Rennesto, there were many occasions when we had to talk to outside people, and that was all we had.
But you won't have to hit that much this time.
"Then from everyday conversation. St. Gard-style greetings are silly long, so I can't remember either, so as to omit them, usually from" Good Morning "in those countries. Could you repeat that, please? ……
Southern Language Course by Naris, begins.
The cats who were playing with Naris sometime sat in line behind me and eventually became more aggressive than me in speaking.
"Nyah. Easier to understand than elf -"
"Hey."
"That's not what I'm teaching you guys!? Smythson, how many blurs are there? Don't give up. Take it seriously!
"Oh, no, but it's easier for us all to learn."
"So if the ten Smythsons are the slowest to learn, you can't laugh!?
"No... but there's nothing I can do to remember worse than a young child..."
"You're teaching me to focus on you. You're more sincere to me!
Fun blue sky class in late summer.
Surprisingly, I think Naris is also suitable for temple teachers. Well, you wouldn't even teach the kids at the knighthood of another country.
Exactly not likely to understand Fiona's story in a day or there, but there is respite if you follow Irina's advice.
Let's learn slowly.
The day is over, every once in a while...... and I go into man water.
It has been more or less a secret hot spring lately, but polka residents are still something that deepens rapport in the bath.
No, it's not just a peek or a lunatic intrusion or that kind of event.
The same is true in the case of women, but bathing is very important as a place for residents of different positions to come together and talk to each other.
That's what I thought. The bath had horny brothers and Cairon I felt for a long time, plus Mr. Jackie and Grandpa Dan.
"Oh, Smythson, ten chiefs."
"Didn't you bring the occassion today?"
"When am I gonna have an occassion..."
Horny brothers make me shudder, but as soon as I think about it, I feel it fits the rhetoric of "bringing occassions" to bring in the crazy slaves who take them off. And then I remember quite a bit.
Cough.
"You guys have nothing else to say to your superiors you haven't seen in a while?
Let the superior wind blow.
In the army, superiors are tough. It's not okay to work disrespectfully. No, they work pretty good, but they have about the authority to make it right.
I thought...... but the Horny Brothers are all niggardly.
"Huh. How long are you going to be a superior officer"
"There's only a few days left before you're named the Ten Leaders."
"No, that's true, but as of now, you're a superior officer and a subordinate?
I didn't expect to be rebelled, so I can either react over here.
But the two of them are not frightened.
Actually, we've already been discharged.
"I mean, I got a letter to that effect yesterday. And I applied for a family transfer."
"Seriously!?
Neither should be easy. Especially the family registry.
There is talk of making this polka a special zone, but even if the proclamation were issued in the King's Capital, it should still take time as a matter of fact. As of now, the two will normally be naturalized into trots.
The trot from Celesta is a de facto belonging country, but the feudal system itself still works well, and the family registry is never called Gabagaba. You can't come and go easily.
Thanks to Deane and Special Agent Becker.
"I had them both mouth to mouth, and Quirka followed me."
"You guys are that far..."
Originally two people with excellent brains, but enough to be thoughtful.
Do you want to bury your bones in the open-air bath peek paradise that much?
"So now our superior officer, no, the monarch, is the baron"
"From now on, I won't let the Smythson Ten make a big face... rather, we're on the power side, the control side."
"What..."
The side these guys take control of......?
Your brain won't chase you. What do you mean, you can't control it?
Mr. Jackie says happily as he flushes through Grandpa Dan's back to me, shivering in amazement.
"Hey, especially Gort. You're a young man who can fight the long awaited. When the demon came from the woods, Johnny, you and Keelboy wouldn't talk about it, so I ended up swinging my spear."
"No... well, now that we have the elves and the dragons, I don't think they're coming."
And here's what Gort looks like. The White Soldiers are not that strong. No, it's just not weak enough to lose around me, but it's definitely henna chocolate compared to Isaac and Boyd.
...... but Mr. Jackie shakes his head.
"I don't know how long dragons and elves will be on my side, mon,"
"At least while I'm here..."
"Bo."
Mr. Jackie shakes his head again.
... so I guess somehow.
Right. Well... yeah. Right.
I... yes.
...... Grandpa Dan has a fat, low voice and slowly sums it up.
"Too much, Nushi is too big for what he's holding.... I don't know what Nushi means. But the people who live in this town are not convinced that their present state will last another decade or twenty years."
…………
I felt like I was showered with cold water.
... Right.
I, too suddenly, had something big in my hands… and I believed too innocently in my future.
The Polka people can't believe me enough to think about the future in tune with it.
You don't believe me. I'm not talking about everyone being bad.
I'm not, at least, a "hero" to this city, and I'm not even trying to be, so there's no reason for everyone in the city to judge that a cooperative relationship with a dragon or elf that I needed myself to be that permanent.
It's natural.
It's not like I'm not gonna leave here one day for a big reason everyone in town doesn't know, or if the elves don't take it and change their attitude again. Needless to say, the dragons.
If so, we can't let go of our consciousness of "defending the city ourselves".
... although that's not bad, of course.
I kind of felt the difference between the situation I was aware of and the consciousness of everyone in the city, backwards asexually, lonely.
... but.
"I think it's a useless long product. This place is important to the Royal Trot and Celesta. So it's a painting that will protect you generously enough that you don't have to rely on Gort or Rants' force anymore. At least not with your plan."
As Cairon sighs to indulge in the spa, he tells me to relax.
That reminds me.... I knew I had a lot of allies and that they were trying to make me live like me.
"You've never been over that. Peek culture is the reason for migration."
Gort arms up. Yeah, yeah, nod.
No, wait.
"Weren't you supposed to be on the control side?
"It means it's not going to be a controlled side."
What a grand corruption.
No, it's from the baron. That's why I can't help it.
(cont 'd)
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The visit to the Dragon Palace was a new discovery for myself, and it seemed to be an exciting experience for Princess Lan, who from the next day began to immerse herself in the study of the Baron's mansion occupied by Irina as an embassy and to speak with Irina and Christie in a flourishing manner. Apparently.
Rumor has it, of course, I'm not stuffing in the baron's mansion or keeping an eye on the princess. It was Fennel who told me.
"I wonder if you're even talking about elf territory."
"No. Seems like it's mainly all about your husband..."
"... is there such a thing as talking about me?
"I think it's as much as it takes."
There are certainly mountains, valleys, porn, lots of battles over the last two years, but that's exactly what I've been telling you. So many days... is it gonna take? Can't you just say it won't take?
"How your husband met each female slave, fascinated him, and how much credit he left for Trott, Elf Territory, and Karlwyn... especially since he's a princess who's always on the street about culture and history around here, there won't be much to talk about from there"
"Oh... well, it's often the first time Princess Lan talks about the underlying country or race..."
That kid, he talks on the assumption that he knows everything because he can talk to me smoothly, but in fact, he's just reading and flushing the air, and I guess there's a lot of parts of him that I don't really understand.
Is it also a royal courtesy to be such a "good listener"?
I guess the only way we can get rid of that and talk about root digging leaf digging is that Irina, who is still equally qualified and uncomfortable in her identity and physique, is fit even with her smartness.
"Don't feel bad leaving it to the princess's indulgence to show you the clutter... I guess I'll have to walk over here too"
"I think there are a lot of people who can take the princess's side and complement it on your husband's behalf..."
"But I think Tetes and Naris said that Southern language wouldn't be that hard if you could speak Valerie, and I don't think it would hurt to remember it when you think about the future"
Anyway, word first.
It is also conceivable to get into St. Gard in the future and do what is the only activity, than there are signs that the Princess's health is over and not over just that. Besides, when I talk to Female Knight Fiona, it's a real hassle to have her interpreted.
"But I'm not a master of Southern... sorry I can't help you"
"Oh, no, I seem to be free. I have some idea. Good luck with Fennel for now."
Wave to Fennel and I'll leave the Baron's mansion.
Mr. Deane... is reluctant to interrupt because of Fiona's special training.
Mira and the Dark Elf sisters are sure to see it as proficient. Not to mention Sharon, a native.
But you're still Naris when it comes to feeling uncomfortable.
So, visit Naris.
Today he was playing with the cats with a throwing knife in the garden of the cat mansion while still in his hot long clothes.
Normally I would be worried about imitating the danger... but Naris and the cats are used to handling the blades from time to time.
Especially since the cats don't rust their hunting arms, it's important to touch the blade. It has been dedicated for quite some time.
And with just the dexterity, he puts all the bullets in the targeted high scoring zone and hangs out to talk to Naris, who is respected by the cats.
…………
"Ho. He wants to teach me Southern."
"Why do you seem so happy..."
"Hehe. No, it's quite rare that I'm in a position to teach people something."
"You're the only one living a turbulent life, how much are you being naked around..."
Naris that he is an adventurer and knight over 100 and has a variety of experiences from his poor physique. They're well hit, and they're supposed to be great people to ask about the know-how of things, but they don't rely on them at all.
... No, Renfangas probably doesn't have much of a chance to teach.
"Then let me tell you something. The earliest thing I can do is deal with people who only speak Southern."
"That's true... you're tired."
When we are unable to understand each other's own words, we will strive to convey them using a few simple words or using gestures and gestures.
That will increase your focus on the "what does this word mean" part and make it easier to remember the words as a result.
That was more or less the pattern when I learned Valerie. In Catalina and Rennesto, there were many occasions when we had to talk to outside people, and that was all we had.
But you won't have to hit that much this time.
"Then from everyday conversation. St. Gard-style greetings are silly long, so I can't remember either, so as to omit them, usually from" Good Morning "in those countries. Could you repeat that, please? ……
Southern Language Course by Naris, begins.
The cats who were playing with Naris sometime sat in line behind me and eventually became more aggressive than me in speaking.
"Nyah. Easier to understand than elf -"
"Hey."
"That's not what I'm teaching you guys!? Smythson, how many blurs are there? Don't give up. Take it seriously!
"Oh, no, but it's easier for us all to learn."
"So if the ten Smythsons are the slowest to learn, you can't laugh!?
"No... but there's nothing I can do to remember worse than a young child..."
"You're teaching me to focus on you. You're more sincere to me!
Fun blue sky class in late summer.
Surprisingly, I think Naris is also suitable for temple teachers. Well, you wouldn't even teach the kids at the knighthood of another country.
Exactly not likely to understand Fiona's story in a day or there, but there is respite if you follow Irina's advice.
Let's learn slowly.
The day is over, every once in a while...... and I go into man water.
It has been more or less a secret hot spring lately, but polka residents are still something that deepens rapport in the bath.
No, it's not just a peek or a lunatic intrusion or that kind of event.
The same is true in the case of women, but bathing is very important as a place for residents of different positions to come together and talk to each other.
That's what I thought. The bath had horny brothers and Cairon I felt for a long time, plus Mr. Jackie and Grandpa Dan.
"Oh, Smythson, ten chiefs."
"Didn't you bring the occassion today?"
"When am I gonna have an occassion..."
Horny brothers make me shudder, but as soon as I think about it, I feel it fits the rhetoric of "bringing occassions" to bring in the crazy slaves who take them off. And then I remember quite a bit.
Cough.
"You guys have nothing else to say to your superiors you haven't seen in a while?
Let the superior wind blow.
In the army, superiors are tough. It's not okay to work disrespectfully. No, they work pretty good, but they have about the authority to make it right.
I thought...... but the Horny Brothers are all niggardly.
"Huh. How long are you going to be a superior officer"
"There's only a few days left before you're named the Ten Leaders."
"No, that's true, but as of now, you're a superior officer and a subordinate?
I didn't expect to be rebelled, so I can either react over here.
But the two of them are not frightened.
Actually, we've already been discharged.
"I mean, I got a letter to that effect yesterday. And I applied for a family transfer."
"Seriously!?
Neither should be easy. Especially the family registry.
There is talk of making this polka a special zone, but even if the proclamation were issued in the King's Capital, it should still take time as a matter of fact. As of now, the two will normally be naturalized into trots.
The trot from Celesta is a de facto belonging country, but the feudal system itself still works well, and the family registry is never called Gabagaba. You can't come and go easily.
Thanks to Deane and Special Agent Becker.
"I had them both mouth to mouth, and Quirka followed me."
"You guys are that far..."
Originally two people with excellent brains, but enough to be thoughtful.
Do you want to bury your bones in the open-air bath peek paradise that much?
"So now our superior officer, no, the monarch, is the baron"
"From now on, I won't let the Smythson Ten make a big face... rather, we're on the power side, the control side."
"What..."
The side these guys take control of......?
Your brain won't chase you. What do you mean, you can't control it?
Mr. Jackie says happily as he flushes through Grandpa Dan's back to me, shivering in amazement.
"Hey, especially Gort. You're a young man who can fight the long awaited. When the demon came from the woods, Johnny, you and Keelboy wouldn't talk about it, so I ended up swinging my spear."
"No... well, now that we have the elves and the dragons, I don't think they're coming."
And here's what Gort looks like. The White Soldiers are not that strong. No, it's just not weak enough to lose around me, but it's definitely henna chocolate compared to Isaac and Boyd.
...... but Mr. Jackie shakes his head.
"I don't know how long dragons and elves will be on my side, mon,"
"At least while I'm here..."
"Bo."
Mr. Jackie shakes his head again.
... so I guess somehow.
Right. Well... yeah. Right.
I... yes.
...... Grandpa Dan has a fat, low voice and slowly sums it up.
"Too much, Nushi is too big for what he's holding.... I don't know what Nushi means. But the people who live in this town are not convinced that their present state will last another decade or twenty years."
…………
I felt like I was showered with cold water.
... Right.
I, too suddenly, had something big in my hands… and I believed too innocently in my future.
The Polka people can't believe me enough to think about the future in tune with it.
You don't believe me. I'm not talking about everyone being bad.
I'm not, at least, a "hero" to this city, and I'm not even trying to be, so there's no reason for everyone in the city to judge that a cooperative relationship with a dragon or elf that I needed myself to be that permanent.
It's natural.
It's not like I'm not gonna leave here one day for a big reason everyone in town doesn't know, or if the elves don't take it and change their attitude again. Needless to say, the dragons.
If so, we can't let go of our consciousness of "defending the city ourselves".
... although that's not bad, of course.
I kind of felt the difference between the situation I was aware of and the consciousness of everyone in the city, backwards asexually, lonely.
... but.
"I think it's a useless long product. This place is important to the Royal Trot and Celesta. So it's a painting that will protect you generously enough that you don't have to rely on Gort or Rants' force anymore. At least not with your plan."
As Cairon sighs to indulge in the spa, he tells me to relax.
That reminds me.... I knew I had a lot of allies and that they were trying to make me live like me.
"You've never been over that. Peek culture is the reason for migration."
Gort arms up. Yeah, yeah, nod.
No, wait.
"Weren't you supposed to be on the control side?
"It means it's not going to be a controlled side."
What a grand corruption.
No, it's from the baron. That's why I can't help it.
(cont 'd)
The visit to the Dragon Palace was a new discovery for myself, and it seemed to be an exciting experience for Princess Lan, who from the next day began to immerse herself in the study of the Baron's mansion occupied by Irina as an embassy and to speak with Irina and Christie in a flourishing manner. Apparently.Rumor has it, of course, I'm not stuffing in the baron's mansion or keeping an eye on the princess. It was Fennel who told me."I wonder if you're even talking about elf territory.""No. Seems like it's mainly all about your husband...""... is there such a thing as talking about me? "I think it's as much as it takes."There are certainly mountains, valleys, porn, lots of battles over the last two years, but that's exactly what I've been telling you. So many days... is it gonna take? Can't you just say it won't take?"How your husband met each female slave, fascinated him, and how much credit he left for Trott, Elf Territory, and Karlwyn... especially since he's a princess who's always on the street about culture and history around here, there won't be much to talk about from there""Oh... well, it's often the first time Princess Lan talks about the underlying country or race..."That kid, he talks on the assumption that he knows everything because he can talk to me smoothly, but in fact, he's just reading and flushing the air, and I guess there's a lot of parts of him that I don't really understand.Is it also a royal courtesy to be such a "good listener"?I guess the only way we can get rid of that and talk about root digging leaf digging is that Irina, who is still equally qualified and uncomfortable in her identity and physique, is fit even with her smartness."Don't feel bad leaving it to the princess's indulgence to show you the clutter... I guess I'll have to walk over here too""I think there are a lot of people who can take the princess's side and complement it on your husband's behalf...""But I think Tetes and Naris said that Southern language wouldn't be that hard if you could speak Valerie, and I don't think it would hurt to remember it when you think about the future"Anyway, word first.It is also conceivable to get into St. Gard in the future and do what is the only activity, than there are signs that the Princess's health is over and not over just that. Besides, when I talk to Female Knight Fiona, it's a real hassle to have her interpreted."But I'm not a master of Southern... sorry I can't help you""Oh, no, I seem to be free. I have some idea. Good luck with Fennel for now."Wave to Fennel and I'll leave the Baron's mansion.Mr. Deane... is reluctant to interrupt because of Fiona's special training.Mira and the Dark Elf sisters are sure to see it as proficient. Not to mention Sharon, a native.But you're still Naris when it comes to feeling uncomfortable.So, visit Naris.Today he was playing with the cats with a throwing knife in the garden of the cat mansion while still in his hot long clothes.Normally I would be worried about imitating the danger... but Naris and the cats are used to handling the blades from time to time.Especially since the cats don't rust their hunting arms, it's important to touch the blade. It has been dedicated for quite some time.And with just the dexterity, he puts all the bullets in the targeted high scoring zone and hangs out to talk to Naris, who is respected by the cats. "Ho. He wants to teach me Southern.""Why do you seem so happy...""Hehe. No, it's quite rare that I'm in a position to teach people something.""You're the only one living a turbulent life, how much are you being naked around..."Naris that he is an adventurer and knight over 100 and has a variety of experiences from his poor physique. They're well hit, and they're supposed to be great people to ask about the know-how of things, but they don't rely on them at all.... No, Renfangas probably doesn't have much of a chance to teach."Then let me tell you something. The earliest thing I can do is deal with people who only speak Southern.""That's true... you're tired."When we are unable to understand each other's own words, we will strive to convey them using a few simple words or using gestures and gestures.That will increase your focus on the "what does this word mean" part and make it easier to remember the words as a result.That was more or less the pattern when I learned Valerie. In Catalina and Rennesto, there were many occasions when we had to talk to outside people, and that was all we had.But you won't have to hit that much this time."Then from everyday conversation. St. Gard-style greetings are silly long, so I can't remember either, so as to omit them, usually from" Good Morning "in those countries. Could you repeat that, please? Southern Language Course by Naris, begins.The cats who were playing with Naris sometime sat in line behind me and eventually became more aggressive than me in speaking."Nyah. Easier to understand than elf -""Hey.""That's not what I'm teaching you guys!? Smythson, how many blurs are there? Don't give up. Take it seriously! "Oh, no, but it's easier for us all to learn.""So if the ten Smythsons are the slowest to learn, you can't laugh!? "No... but there's nothing I can do to remember worse than a young child...""You're teaching me to focus on you. You're more sincere to me! Fun blue sky class in late summer.Surprisingly, I think Naris is also suitable for temple teachers. Well, you wouldn't even teach the kids at the knighthood of another country.Exactly not likely to understand Fiona's story in a day or there, but there is respite if you follow Irina's advice.Let's learn slowly.The day is over, every once in a while...... and I go into man water.It has been more or less a secret hot spring lately, but polka residents are still something that deepens rapport in the bath.No, it's not just a peek or a lunatic intrusion or that kind of event.The same is true in the case of women, but bathing is very important as a place for residents of different positions to come together and talk to each other.That's what I thought. The bath had horny brothers and Cairon I felt for a long time, plus Mr. Jackie and Grandpa Dan."Oh, Smythson, ten chiefs.""Didn't you bring the occassion today?""When am I gonna have an occassion..."Horny brothers make me shudder, but as soon as I think about it, I feel it fits the rhetoric of "bringing occassions" to bring in the crazy slaves who take them off. And then I remember quite a bit.Cough."You guys have nothing else to say to your superiors you haven't seen in a while? Let the superior wind blow.In the army, superiors are tough. It's not okay to work disrespectfully. No, they work pretty good, but they have about the authority to make it right.I thought...... but the Horny Brothers are all niggardly."Huh. How long are you going to be a superior officer""There's only a few days left before you're named the Ten Leaders.""No, that's true, but as of now, you're a superior officer and a subordinate? I didn't expect to be rebelled, so I can either react over here.But the two of them are not frightened.Actually, we've already been discharged."I mean, I got a letter to that effect yesterday. And I applied for a family transfer.""Seriously!? Neither should be easy. Especially the family registry.There is talk of making this polka a special zone, but even if the proclamation were issued in the King's Capital, it should still take time as a matter of fact. As of now, the two will normally be naturalized into trots.The trot from Celesta is a de facto belonging country, but the feudal system itself still works well, and the family registry is never called Gabagaba. You can't come and go easily.Thanks to Deane and Special Agent Becker."I had them both mouth to mouth, and Quirka followed me.""You guys are that far..."Originally two people with excellent brains, but enough to be thoughtful.Do you want to bury your bones in the open-air bath peek paradise that much?"So now our superior officer, no, the monarch, is the baron""From now on, I won't let the Smythson Ten make a big face... rather, we're on the power side, the control side.""What..."The side these guys take control of......?Your brain won't chase you. What do you mean, you can't control it?Mr. Jackie says happily as he flushes through Grandpa Dan's back to me, shivering in amazement."Hey, especially Gort. You're a young man who can fight the long awaited. When the demon came from the woods, Johnny, you and Keelboy wouldn't talk about it, so I ended up swinging my spear.""No... well, now that we have the elves and the dragons, I don't think they're coming."And here's what Gort looks like. The White Soldiers are not that strong. No, it's just not weak enough to lose around me, but it's definitely henna chocolate compared to Isaac and Boyd....... but Mr. Jackie shakes his head."I don't know how long dragons and elves will be on my side, mon,""At least while I'm here...""Bo."Mr. Jackie shakes his head again.... so I guess somehow.Right. Well... yeah. Right.I... yes....... Grandpa Dan has a fat, low voice and slowly sums it up."Too much, Nushi is too big for what he's holding.... I don't know what Nushi means. But the people who live in this town are not convinced that their present state will last another decade or twenty years." I felt like I was showered with cold water.... Right.I, too suddenly, had something big in my hands and I believed too innocently in my future.The Polka people can't believe me enough to think about the future in tune with it.You don't believe me. I'm not talking about everyone being bad.I'm not, at least, a "hero" to this city, and I'm not even trying to be, so there's no reason for everyone in the city to judge that a cooperative relationship with a dragon or elf that I needed myself to be that permanent.It's natural.It's not like I'm not gonna leave here one day for a big reason everyone in town doesn't know, or if the elves don't take it and change their attitude again. Needless to say, the dragons.If so, we can't let go of our consciousness of "defending the city ourselves".... although that's not bad, of course.I kind of felt the difference between the situation I was aware of and the consciousness of everyone in the city, backwards asexually, lonely.... but."I think it's a useless long product. This place is important to the Royal Trot and Celesta. So it's a painting that will protect you generously enough that you don't have to rely on Gort or Rants' force anymore. At least not with your plan."As Cairon sighs to indulge in the spa, he tells me to relax.That reminds me.... I knew I had a lot of allies and that they were trying to make me live like me."You've never been over that. Peek culture is the reason for migration."Gort arms up. Yeah, yeah, nod.No, wait."Weren't you supposed to be on the control side? "It means it's not going to be a controlled side."What a grand corruption.No, it's from the baron. That's why I can't help it.cont 'd
