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Half-elves Fall in Love - Chapter 816

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:03:53 AM


Chapter 816: Fall Footsteps 2

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Special training for Female Knight Fiona was also progressing while we were relaxing.

"Angelos, take it easy on him."

Angelos is decapitated by Mr. Deane.

"Can I go?

"Oh. You must be bored with all my opponents."

Mr. Deane, I find it hard to say anything funny or boring about the opponent's striking archery, even on Ace Knight.

Angelos knots his hair into one with strings and advances by gripping a short sword of sword length.

Fiona stood holding a somewhat longer wooden knife, feeling a little more riddled than before in an empty out-of-town area where only a few dead patterns began to mix in the blue meadows.

"You mean to deal with her, Deane"

"Oh. Think him through."

The conversation between Fiona and Mr. Deane has also managed to be heard in southern language courses for some time now. I still need some time before word meaning comes to mind for a moment though. And it's hard to pronounce it yourself.

And at the same time that Angelos sets up, Fiona drops her hips softly... oh, it's starting to look like that.

The instantaneous force cannot be exerted unless the center of gravity is dropped. It's obvious, but I can say that just made it a lot better.

But Angelos now has the speed to keep up with Special Agent Becker Hundred and even Almeida. I'll give you a break, but how far can you handle it?

Fiona suddenly hits the forefront in front of me, arm-wrestling with you.

Dan, and stepped sharply into between Angelos, a flash of vertical letters.

"Huh!?

Angelos also takes a slightly surprised look at the blow he doesn't think of as a woman who had been completely defeated by her children until this time.

"Do it... Wow"

"Not yet!"

Fiona taps in a further swinging blow.

Momentarily Angelos boasts an august arm power, so he won't lose, but the literally thoughtful swing further puzzles Angelos, who was about to move on to his next action, where Fiona's sword is swinging down again.

Exactly the third time I avoided Angelos as well. The wooden sword strikes the ground.

but Angelos' step-out of soul-gall to rebuild and re-divide the time was immediately packed by Fiona.

If it was just for the first time, I might have just poked at the void on the side I'm looking at, but if I showed this move twice, I'd know it wasn't bad enough.

"Mr. Deane, he..."

"Pretty good, I guess."

Mr. Deane is good at it.

But Angelos sends that second obedience, and the third time, he just doesn't like it.

Pulling for a moment, he deliberately pushes himself into Fiona, who steps in with a swine rush.

"WOW!?

Fiona floated about 2 meters after receiving an Angelos body hit.

Swinging his body low from that tackle position, Angelos emits a shock wave.

The floating Fiona blows even more.

"Ahhh!!

Guru flies through the sky, Fiona being slapped to the ground.

... and you're not dead, are you?

"Angelos, you're a little too much!?

"I think the guys in the Crossbow squad used to take it all the time."

"Yes, I am!

That's a tough one when you think about it, us.

... and Fiona rose relatively well out of the grass.

"No, it's sloppy! What the hell is that move!

"... what are you saying about that?

Angelos doesn't understand Southern.

I can't talk either.

Moving his gaze to Mr. Deane, Mr. Deane shrugged his shoulder.

"That's a blast attack... I bet you showed me and Blake Core a few times too"

"That's not it!

"What an ant to hit a sword battle!?

Oh, that way?

... Mr. Deane sighs.

"It's Ali. The kick, the head thrust, the fist are ants. That's Celesta."

"Say it from the beginning!

... Oh, so you're convinced?

Surprisingly, Fiona may be flexible. Well, after enduring Mr. Deane's hell of a special training, I guess I can't help but give up on those rules.

But knowing Blakecore means you also went to the Holy Beast Labyrinth......

"Here's another bottle, now I won't be alarmed."

Grounded in grass and earth, he returns to his bosom and empty land, and Fiona sets up again.

He hasn't been blown away at all.... I always think you only really have guts.

"What?"

"One more bottle, and I won't be alarmed anymore."

When Angelos hears my translation, he takes a deep breath and rebuilds it.

The punching archery lasted 30 copies from then on, and Angelos won it all in due course.

but it is also true that Fiona's growth had something quite eye-catching.

"What kind of special training did you give? He was really below average, wasn't he?

Lila took charge of the hot springs in a way she was used to the bumpy Fiona, and Angelos, Mr. Deane and I moved to the "Leslie House".

Mr. Deane smiles proudly as he holds the liquor.

"It's a normal special training. It's just... it's three times the density of the course I used to let Becker and Vincent do."

"... Special Agent Becker, 100 men, must have been ten men directly in the Ace Knight exam, sure."

In other words, it's not a training to let the unfounded recruits do it, it's a training that I had already imposed on the ace knights at a stage that I wouldn't be opponent of in the general army… even triple.

That would kill you, wouldn't it? Normal.

"That's just fine in this polka. … if there's as much motivation as I can bear."

"I left it to the resilience of the Spirit Springs to thoroughly hurt and work out...... so"

"People don't like to hear that you hurt them. I just thought every time of the critical training that with a little more effort we could accomplish…"

I guess it's Mr. Deane, who has an overwhelming amount of experience and a high level of personal ability, who can accurately grasp and control that kind of limit line of Fiona.

And I can also say that Fiona worked out so well because she had high pride and strong guts.

"Honestly, there's not a lot of material that's as hard to work out as that. If you have so much mental aptitude, you will mostly live an efficient life on your own or become stronger on your own. I can't wait to see how far you grow up."

"But you didn't teach him any combat skills, did you, Deane... he only cut straight and vertical the whole time"

"I'm not willing to teach you swordsmanship. My moves are not systematic as technology. It would be difficult for short-lived species to imitate just like that."

Mr. Deane drinks up and puts down a ceramic cup.

"You tell him if you think he's not dressed up. I'm just gonna consolidate the foundation."

"You guys..."

"Angelos, Aurora, plus Sharon and Naia and the Baron...... I'm not willing to be more obnoxious than I need to be when someone has the skill to assume to teach well"

I thought I was in there with Angelos, too, but that's just lame, yeah.

Mr. Deane says it's time to leave Fiona's special training to some other faculty, and move forward with the plan to create an immigrant city from Carlwin.

"Defining the basis and orientation, launching a zazzling compartment... paving the road is just next spring okay? Dragon power seems easier than normal architecture."

"We have to open some woods around there. May I ask Lord Lyla to burn it?"

"Don't bake. Don't bake. Let's talk to the elves first. There will be no mistake if you ask them about the treatment of trees. Don't let them complain later."

Mr. Deane and Emma consult as they look at the plan drawings in the corner of Leslie House.

Preliminary construction and defenses around town must also be added, as this is only an urban plan with an emphasis on habitability and scalability.

Polka doesn't have enough manpower to build and maintain walls (it didn't) so the boundary between the city and the surrounding area is only about a wooden fence, but since the townspeople themselves are few, the defense was also managed by some men and the baron himself.

But if this becomes a city of a thousand or ten thousand people, even demons accidentally get in in in such a timely defense, it will be devastating.

The only solution I can order is to protect it with the power of a dragon, and the city lasts a hundred or two years. Dragon Rider. Of course I'm not going to bother to make a city that disappears by the time I die. Then we have to create a structure that we can protect properly.

"Empty moat on the walls... No, should I make it a solid water moat? But..."

"If it's a big mess, call many of Crystal Palace's Silver Dragons and you'll be done in no time."

"I want to keep it down even if I can do that. There's nothing you can do to brag too much about Andy's power to the rest of us."

"I hear trots are full of humans, and dragons are good at night, so I hope they work at night..."

"In any case, full house construction starts next spring. Don't rush ahead."

I wonder if the aug workers for that construction work will also have to go and collect even the talc and queer ones...... what a thought.

Speaking of which, I see Mr. Cosmos at the counter.

They've always cared more about me over there, and they immediately looked at me and said, "What?" I peek.

"Mr. Cosmos, wasn't it time we talked about calling the Talc kids?

"Should I call you?

"... yes, no, not as good or bad, but as confirmation of plans, right?

"If you can bring him in, I'll see to it soon. - ♪ Would you like to come pick one with me? Or leave it to you?

"No, I choose!?

"Of course, coming here means your husband can bother you. I'll be ready."

And I said, "We're going to add people to have sex with you, so you choose, right? I'm going to say.

No, I'm talking about maintaining your organization, right?

"... if that's the kind of person you're going to swear to, there's a story and a rumor that I told other middle-aged men here the other day, 'I'll put you on a crossing with a whore', etc."

Giroli and Emma stare at Mr. Cosmos.

Are you calling me with the intention of dedicating it to me, or are you going to let me act as a hooker here as usual? He's asking me which way it is.

but.

"That depends on your husband. ♪ If you don't want to stay a whore, we'll talk about fried water. ♪"

"That's not a trap!?

"It's just one romance to have fun with whores and customers and get them pregnant in that relationship."

Mr. Cosmos trying to make me run wild knowing the strength of my monopoly appetite. Bad luck.

... Mr. Deane clasped his hand as he poked his cheek wand, let it be.

(cont 'd)




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