Chapter 850: Sand Capital Disturbance 6
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Mr. Nancy's physical skills were even more tame to five-body satisfaction after hundreds of years of blanking, to the point where even the giant orgasms no longer seemed to be utterly helpless dolls.
Even though he doesn't seem to be strong, he's fast as a gust, and his legs, knees, elbows, palms, all of them play a painful sound to jump the orgasms into space, or down to the ground.
An unusually stable dance-like body that can never be captured with boneless arms, even in the eyes, apart from "extreme" speeds such as Becker's Secret Service Hundred or Almeida.
I never think Special Agent Becker Hundred or Aurora is weak, but this guy is special. It's just a bunch of power-proud orgasms, and I can't even step behind this guy for another step. That's a believable strength.
That's Mr. Deane's master.
"... and the wife! What the hell are you doing?
Special Agent Becker, a hundred men long enough to finally beat off the orgasms that had approached him, shouts a barbaric voice to Nancy, who kicks the orgasm and quietly sits down. The old man's makeup is ruined too.
"Hey, you're pretty old after a while, Mr. Becker. I wonder if the couple's life is too intense."
"Please don't call me this... because this is where I am!
"Ha. I know.... came out because the problem is gone, don't worry about it"
Mr. Nancy winked at the trick she was used to.
At Nancy's suggestion, Mr. Isabel and Mr. Cosmos, and we were back at Mr. Carlos' mansion again.
"Her arm stays intact for the first time without being connected to the affected area. Healthcare savvy...... right, bring me Nicholas. First aid is fine for now."
"You should connect him..."
"It's just going to be a major surgery. And the arms are in terrible condition, even though they were able to recover it. Do you want me to fix that, or let you rely on the Holy Beast of the North, like I do... let the judgment be Nicholas. Young but pretty good doctor."
While Mr. Nancy said so, a dark elf man was called from somewhere in the mansion. One of my brothers, or his son or grandson...
"Sister-in-law.... This is terrible."
"Well, I guess I can fix it."
"I just wanted you to bring me here a little sooner.... Whatever the shape, can we go back to where we can write again... well, even if we're optimistic, it's about 20%."
"Right.... Well, make up for the blood anyway. You said you had good sorcery."
"Yes, sir. Oh, someone bring the ingredients. Because you can just be born. The youngest female desert lizard possible, and the purest alcohol possible, and..."
Dr. Nicholas is ordering something from the maids.
I've heard of using ingredients for sorcery, but I had a feeling I was going to feel bad if I was touring something, so let's not force myself to see it.
It's someone I don't know, but it's Mr. Nancy's recommendation, and it's never gonna be a bad thing.
"Mr. Carlos, Nancy helped me... are you glad"
"Looks like you've accomplished your purpose. I'm relieved, to be honest. If you don't have Deane or Hilda, it won't be easy."
"Oh, no, I wouldn't do that,"
"No, you definitely resent me. Without Deane and the rest of us, the human humanism that's hidden inside us will become human."
"Sometimes I don't know what Mr. Carlos is talking about. No, I'm not resenting you. I haven't even eaten vegetables lately."
"... chip"
This guy is an absolutely fine guy, but I don't know what this minuscule malice is.
No, I'm not.
"I thought you said you couldn't have a relationship with the Tower."
"Oh, that's okay. Things have changed.... We weren't just holding hands either. But at the same time, yeah, I had to say."
Mr. Carlos fixes the position of the golden edge glasses.
"At all, is it a good time or not?... Well, you must be a good one. At least one of you saved my life."
"... ha"
I don't really know what I mean, so I hammer him appropriately.
"... after this, it's a meeting.... you are dusty too, you should get dressed. I don't need you to say anything in particular, but let's be the lookouts."
"Or a meeting?
"That's right.... call here two heads of the Auga faction"
Then about two hours.
At night, in the garden of Mr. Carlos' mansion, which was torched by a bonfire, two pairs of strong, one-horned orgasms arrive, each carrying about ten of his men.
Mr. Carlos stood and welcomed him with his hands wide open.
"Welcome, Mr. Tuck, Mr. Dorado. Today will be a day to remember."
"... I can't figure out what to call it with Dorado."
"I agree with that. What do you mean, Onyx?"
The person named Dorado is just a typical face of a rough orga, and the corners are processed to feel like they are turning and repeating a step along the way. It should be straight by nature, but it should only be a disgrace such as breaking it once and then connecting it, so I guess I did that kind of processing with magic or something. It should be hard for an aug, but a talc is essential for the person you can ask for. The garment also emphasizes good looks and is finished with flashy gold and silver yarn.
And the other is fluidly named Tuck? This one stands up as a militant with a disguise.
Auga often stands leaning forward when facing the Fae, but he has a pinned and stretched attitude. In contrast to the fact that Dorado is going to show more force than he is going to bite, this one is more of an impressive not-so-gaping act like a master of martial arts.
Clothes are white. It's not a rare color scheme as a desert zone, but it still makes me feel like some kind of martial arts flush when combined with what it does.
Anyway, it's hard to tell how old Auga is because he gets gotten from a young age, but the flashy Mr. Dorado feels a little younger.
"We're always talking business when we call you.... would you like a drink before that? You got a few barrels of the rare namesake Early Roses. I was wondering if you would be satisfied."
"Sorry, but let me refrain from getting drunk where this bastard is"
"Ha, if you want to crush Temehe, it's enough in the daytime, Tuck. He's a big guy. He's got a small liver."
Two staring Auga leaders candidates.
Mr. Carlos shrugs his shoulders in front of those two, suddenly creating a transverse atmosphere and sitting somewhere in the chair.
"If you don't want to drink, fine. … Let's get down to business."
……
"What the fuck, Onyx? You have a good attitude towards your guests."
"To be honest, I am annoyed by your annoyance. … a suggestion to put an end to it early. Well, if you're going to be rejected, be my guest. In that case, you can't be beneficial to us. Just so you know what that means."
"... you've suddenly become magnificent"
"What the hell? You're selling fights."
"This onyx. And the leading Chambers of Commerce in Talk...... Leftblade, Iron Ant, Moss Green, High Seven, and each Chamber of Commerce in Trident proposes your financial assistance in a coalition. There are two conditions."
"... until Trident, told us it was financial assistance..."
"What the hell happened? Do you have ura?"
To the bare leaders, Mr. Carlos continues his words half-eyed.
"Integration between Tuckers and Dorados.... If you stay one-fifth focused and targeted elsewhere where you have how much money, it will crush you. But if we can gather up to two-fifths and cement our feet with luxurious funds, we'll be stoned."
"Stupid!
"You want me to fight this bastard friendly!
"Until you bring it to the rest of the faction if you can't. We are not willing to make bad bets. You think about investing because you can collect it."
".................. ugh"
"... bullshit"
The orgasms faint. But Mr. Carlos doesn't move at all.
As its representative holding huge amounts of money, it does not break its ruthless look.
"It's up to you to decide which one to take charge of. That's where we put the money. … you are non-descendants. Compared to the three remaining bloodlines of the predecessors, there is both the righteousness and reason for innovation. It's a proposition that we expect to be able to unite our forces because of our ideals for the future of the Tower."
"Gu......"
"... well... but with him..."
"There's one more condition"
Mr. Carlos strengthens his eyesight.
"A young man named Lucky Homer has been killed....... I have a bad guy's research on it. Barry McNeil.... mow that neck and submit it"
"... so... what are you talking about...!
"Hey, wait, Onyx! Temé, you want me to mow the neck of our people with gold!
To Mr. Barking Dorado, Mr. Carlos remains cold eyed.
"I have trouble getting you wrong. I'm not saying," I can't get it myself, so I'll buy it. "... it's all a suggestion to help you take responsibility. If the money is enough for you to settle this mess early, I'll give it to you. But before I do, I'm just saying," Finish the misogyny. "
"... Dark Elf merchants are on track!
"It's a good idea to make a fool of yourself. Come on!
Exasperating orgasms.
The air strains.
... but.
"You don't understand, you guys."
Mr. Nancy entered the arena with dignity.
"Like a Dark Elf Merchant?... right. A merchant, Carlos is.... but what do you short-lived civil builders intend to extend to the dark elves who lived 800 years next to that violence?
Couples, line up.
... the king and queen of this town will beckon.
"Be thankful.... fulfill your responsibility to do it. That's all we impose."
(cont 'd)
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Mr. Nancy's physical skills were even more tame to five-body satisfaction after hundreds of years of blanking, to the point where even the giant orgasms no longer seemed to be utterly helpless dolls.
Even though he doesn't seem to be strong, he's fast as a gust, and his legs, knees, elbows, palms, all of them play a painful sound to jump the orgasms into space, or down to the ground.
An unusually stable dance-like body that can never be captured with boneless arms, even in the eyes, apart from "extreme" speeds such as Becker's Secret Service Hundred or Almeida.
I never think Special Agent Becker Hundred or Aurora is weak, but this guy is special. It's just a bunch of power-proud orgasms, and I can't even step behind this guy for another step. That's a believable strength.
That's Mr. Deane's master.
"... and the wife! What the hell are you doing?
Special Agent Becker, a hundred men long enough to finally beat off the orgasms that had approached him, shouts a barbaric voice to Nancy, who kicks the orgasm and quietly sits down. The old man's makeup is ruined too.
"Hey, you're pretty old after a while, Mr. Becker. I wonder if the couple's life is too intense."
"Please don't call me this... because this is where I am!
"Ha. I know.... came out because the problem is gone, don't worry about it"
Mr. Nancy winked at the trick she was used to.
At Nancy's suggestion, Mr. Isabel and Mr. Cosmos, and we were back at Mr. Carlos' mansion again.
"Her arm stays intact for the first time without being connected to the affected area. Healthcare savvy...... right, bring me Nicholas. First aid is fine for now."
"You should connect him..."
"It's just going to be a major surgery. And the arms are in terrible condition, even though they were able to recover it. Do you want me to fix that, or let you rely on the Holy Beast of the North, like I do... let the judgment be Nicholas. Young but pretty good doctor."
While Mr. Nancy said so, a dark elf man was called from somewhere in the mansion. One of my brothers, or his son or grandson...
"Sister-in-law.... This is terrible."
"Well, I guess I can fix it."
"I just wanted you to bring me here a little sooner.... Whatever the shape, can we go back to where we can write again... well, even if we're optimistic, it's about 20%."
"Right.... Well, make up for the blood anyway. You said you had good sorcery."
"Yes, sir. Oh, someone bring the ingredients. Because you can just be born. The youngest female desert lizard possible, and the purest alcohol possible, and..."
Dr. Nicholas is ordering something from the maids.
I've heard of using ingredients for sorcery, but I had a feeling I was going to feel bad if I was touring something, so let's not force myself to see it.
It's someone I don't know, but it's Mr. Nancy's recommendation, and it's never gonna be a bad thing.
"Mr. Carlos, Nancy helped me... are you glad"
"Looks like you've accomplished your purpose. I'm relieved, to be honest. If you don't have Deane or Hilda, it won't be easy."
"Oh, no, I wouldn't do that,"
"No, you definitely resent me. Without Deane and the rest of us, the human humanism that's hidden inside us will become human."
"Sometimes I don't know what Mr. Carlos is talking about. No, I'm not resenting you. I haven't even eaten vegetables lately."
"... chip"
This guy is an absolutely fine guy, but I don't know what this minuscule malice is.
No, I'm not.
"I thought you said you couldn't have a relationship with the Tower."
"Oh, that's okay. Things have changed.... We weren't just holding hands either. But at the same time, yeah, I had to say."
Mr. Carlos fixes the position of the golden edge glasses.
"At all, is it a good time or not?... Well, you must be a good one. At least one of you saved my life."
"... ha"
I don't really know what I mean, so I hammer him appropriately.
"... after this, it's a meeting.... you are dusty too, you should get dressed. I don't need you to say anything in particular, but let's be the lookouts."
"Or a meeting?
"That's right.... call here two heads of the Auga faction"
Then about two hours.
At night, in the garden of Mr. Carlos' mansion, which was torched by a bonfire, two pairs of strong, one-horned orgasms arrive, each carrying about ten of his men.
Mr. Carlos stood and welcomed him with his hands wide open.
"Welcome, Mr. Tuck, Mr. Dorado. Today will be a day to remember."
"... I can't figure out what to call it with Dorado."
"I agree with that. What do you mean, Onyx?"
The person named Dorado is just a typical face of a rough orga, and the corners are processed to feel like they are turning and repeating a step along the way. It should be straight by nature, but it should only be a disgrace such as breaking it once and then connecting it, so I guess I did that kind of processing with magic or something. It should be hard for an aug, but a talc is essential for the person you can ask for. The garment also emphasizes good looks and is finished with flashy gold and silver yarn.
And the other is fluidly named Tuck? This one stands up as a militant with a disguise.
Auga often stands leaning forward when facing the Fae, but he has a pinned and stretched attitude. In contrast to the fact that Dorado is going to show more force than he is going to bite, this one is more of an impressive not-so-gaping act like a master of martial arts.
Clothes are white. It's not a rare color scheme as a desert zone, but it still makes me feel like some kind of martial arts flush when combined with what it does.
Anyway, it's hard to tell how old Auga is because he gets gotten from a young age, but the flashy Mr. Dorado feels a little younger.
"We're always talking business when we call you.... would you like a drink before that? You got a few barrels of the rare namesake Early Roses. I was wondering if you would be satisfied."
"Sorry, but let me refrain from getting drunk where this bastard is"
"Ha, if you want to crush Temehe, it's enough in the daytime, Tuck. He's a big guy. He's got a small liver."
Two staring Auga leaders candidates.
Mr. Carlos shrugs his shoulders in front of those two, suddenly creating a transverse atmosphere and sitting somewhere in the chair.
"If you don't want to drink, fine. … Let's get down to business."
……
"What the fuck, Onyx? You have a good attitude towards your guests."
"To be honest, I am annoyed by your annoyance. … a suggestion to put an end to it early. Well, if you're going to be rejected, be my guest. In that case, you can't be beneficial to us. Just so you know what that means."
"... you've suddenly become magnificent"
"What the hell? You're selling fights."
"This onyx. And the leading Chambers of Commerce in Talk...... Leftblade, Iron Ant, Moss Green, High Seven, and each Chamber of Commerce in Trident proposes your financial assistance in a coalition. There are two conditions."
"... until Trident, told us it was financial assistance..."
"What the hell happened? Do you have ura?"
To the bare leaders, Mr. Carlos continues his words half-eyed.
"Integration between Tuckers and Dorados.... If you stay one-fifth focused and targeted elsewhere where you have how much money, it will crush you. But if we can gather up to two-fifths and cement our feet with luxurious funds, we'll be stoned."
"Stupid!
"You want me to fight this bastard friendly!
"Until you bring it to the rest of the faction if you can't. We are not willing to make bad bets. You think about investing because you can collect it."
".................. ugh"
"... bullshit"
The orgasms faint. But Mr. Carlos doesn't move at all.
As its representative holding huge amounts of money, it does not break its ruthless look.
"It's up to you to decide which one to take charge of. That's where we put the money. … you are non-descendants. Compared to the three remaining bloodlines of the predecessors, there is both the righteousness and reason for innovation. It's a proposition that we expect to be able to unite our forces because of our ideals for the future of the Tower."
"Gu......"
"... well... but with him..."
"There's one more condition"
Mr. Carlos strengthens his eyesight.
"A young man named Lucky Homer has been killed....... I have a bad guy's research on it. Barry McNeil.... mow that neck and submit it"
"... so... what are you talking about...!
"Hey, wait, Onyx! Temé, you want me to mow the neck of our people with gold!
To Mr. Barking Dorado, Mr. Carlos remains cold eyed.
"I have trouble getting you wrong. I'm not saying," I can't get it myself, so I'll buy it. "... it's all a suggestion to help you take responsibility. If the money is enough for you to settle this mess early, I'll give it to you. But before I do, I'm just saying," Finish the misogyny. "
"... Dark Elf merchants are on track!
"It's a good idea to make a fool of yourself. Come on!
Exasperating orgasms.
The air strains.
... but.
"You don't understand, you guys."
Mr. Nancy entered the arena with dignity.
"Like a Dark Elf Merchant?... right. A merchant, Carlos is.... but what do you short-lived civil builders intend to extend to the dark elves who lived 800 years next to that violence?
Couples, line up.
... the king and queen of this town will beckon.
"Be thankful.... fulfill your responsibility to do it. That's all we impose."
(cont 'd)
Mr. Nancy's physical skills were even more tame to five-body satisfaction after hundreds of years of blanking, to the point where even the giant orgasms no longer seemed to be utterly helpless dolls.Even though he doesn't seem to be strong, he's fast as a gust, and his legs, knees, elbows, palms, all of them play a painful sound to jump the orgasms into space, or down to the ground.An unusually stable dance-like body that can never be captured with boneless arms, even in the eyes, apart from "extreme" speeds such as Becker's Secret Service Hundred or Almeida.I never think Special Agent Becker Hundred or Aurora is weak, but this guy is special. It's just a bunch of power-proud orgasms, and I can't even step behind this guy for another step. That's a believable strength.That's Mr. Deane's master."... and the wife! What the hell are you doing? Special Agent Becker, a hundred men long enough to finally beat off the orgasms that had approached him, shouts a barbaric voice to Nancy, who kicks the orgasm and quietly sits down. The old man's makeup is ruined too."Hey, you're pretty old after a while, Mr. Becker. I wonder if the couple's life is too intense.""Please don't call me this... because this is where I am! "Ha. I know.... came out because the problem is gone, don't worry about it"Mr. Nancy winked at the trick she was used to.At Nancy's suggestion, Mr. Isabel and Mr. Cosmos, and we were back at Mr. Carlos' mansion again."Her arm stays intact for the first time without being connected to the affected area. Healthcare savvy...... right, bring me Nicholas. First aid is fine for now.""You should connect him...""It's just going to be a major surgery. And the arms are in terrible condition, even though they were able to recover it. Do you want me to fix that, or let you rely on the Holy Beast of the North, like I do... let the judgment be Nicholas. Young but pretty good doctor."While Mr. Nancy said so, a dark elf man was called from somewhere in the mansion. One of my brothers, or his son or grandson..."Sister-in-law.... This is terrible.""Well, I guess I can fix it.""I just wanted you to bring me here a little sooner.... Whatever the shape, can we go back to where we can write again... well, even if we're optimistic, it's about 20%.""Right.... Well, make up for the blood anyway. You said you had good sorcery.""Yes, sir. Oh, someone bring the ingredients. Because you can just be born. The youngest female desert lizard possible, and the purest alcohol possible, and..."Dr. Nicholas is ordering something from the maids.I've heard of using ingredients for sorcery, but I had a feeling I was going to feel bad if I was touring something, so let's not force myself to see it.It's someone I don't know, but it's Mr. Nancy's recommendation, and it's never gonna be a bad thing."Mr. Carlos, Nancy helped me... are you glad""Looks like you've accomplished your purpose. I'm relieved, to be honest. If you don't have Deane or Hilda, it won't be easy.""Oh, no, I wouldn't do that,""No, you definitely resent me. Without Deane and the rest of us, the human humanism that's hidden inside us will become human.""Sometimes I don't know what Mr. Carlos is talking about. No, I'm not resenting you. I haven't even eaten vegetables lately.""... chip"This guy is an absolutely fine guy, but I don't know what this minuscule malice is.No, I'm not."I thought you said you couldn't have a relationship with the Tower.""Oh, that's okay. Things have changed.... We weren't just holding hands either. But at the same time, yeah, I had to say."Mr. Carlos fixes the position of the golden edge glasses."At all, is it a good time or not?... Well, you must be a good one. At least one of you saved my life.""... ha"I don't really know what I mean, so I hammer him appropriately."... after this, it's a meeting.... you are dusty too, you should get dressed. I don't need you to say anything in particular, but let's be the lookouts.""Or a meeting? "That's right.... call here two heads of the Auga faction"Then about two hours.At night, in the garden of Mr. Carlos' mansion, which was torched by a bonfire, two pairs of strong, one-horned orgasms arrive, each carrying about ten of his men.Mr. Carlos stood and welcomed him with his hands wide open."Welcome, Mr. Tuck, Mr. Dorado. Today will be a day to remember.""... I can't figure out what to call it with Dorado.""I agree with that. What do you mean, Onyx?"The person named Dorado is just a typical face of a rough orga, and the corners are processed to feel like they are turning and repeating a step along the way. It should be straight by nature, but it should only be a disgrace such as breaking it once and then connecting it, so I guess I did that kind of processing with magic or something. It should be hard for an aug, but a talc is essential for the person you can ask for. The garment also emphasizes good looks and is finished with flashy gold and silver yarn.And the other is fluidly named Tuck? This one stands up as a militant with a disguise.Auga often stands leaning forward when facing the Fae, but he has a pinned and stretched attitude. In contrast to the fact that Dorado is going to show more force than he is going to bite, this one is more of an impressive not-so-gaping act like a master of martial arts.Clothes are white. It's not a rare color scheme as a desert zone, but it still makes me feel like some kind of martial arts flush when combined with what it does.Anyway, it's hard to tell how old Auga is because he gets gotten from a young age, but the flashy Mr. Dorado feels a little younger."We're always talking business when we call you.... would you like a drink before that? You got a few barrels of the rare namesake Early Roses. I was wondering if you would be satisfied.""Sorry, but let me refrain from getting drunk where this bastard is""Ha, if you want to crush Temehe, it's enough in the daytime, Tuck. He's a big guy. He's got a small liver."Two staring Auga leaders candidates.Mr. Carlos shrugs his shoulders in front of those two, suddenly creating a transverse atmosphere and sitting somewhere in the chair."If you don't want to drink, fine. Let's get down to business." "What the fuck, Onyx? You have a good attitude towards your guests.""To be honest, I am annoyed by your annoyance. a suggestion to put an end to it early. Well, if you're going to be rejected, be my guest. In that case, you can't be beneficial to us. Just so you know what that means.""... you've suddenly become magnificent""What the hell? You're selling fights.""This onyx. And the leading Chambers of Commerce in Talk...... Leftblade, Iron Ant, Moss Green, High Seven, and each Chamber of Commerce in Trident proposes your financial assistance in a coalition. There are two conditions.""... until Trident, told us it was financial assistance...""What the hell happened? Do you have ura?"To the bare leaders, Mr. Carlos continues his words half-eyed."Integration between Tuckers and Dorados.... If you stay one-fifth focused and targeted elsewhere where you have how much money, it will crush you. But if we can gather up to two-fifths and cement our feet with luxurious funds, we'll be stoned.""Stupid! "You want me to fight this bastard friendly! "Until you bring it to the rest of the faction if you can't. We are not willing to make bad bets. You think about investing because you can collect it."".................. ugh""... bullshit"The orgasms faint. But Mr. Carlos doesn't move at all.As its representative holding huge amounts of money, it does not break its ruthless look."It's up to you to decide which one to take charge of. That's where we put the money. you are non-descendants. Compared to the three remaining bloodlines of the predecessors, there is both the righteousness and reason for innovation. It's a proposition that we expect to be able to unite our forces because of our ideals for the future of the Tower.""Gu......""... well... but with him...""There's one more condition"Mr. Carlos strengthens his eyesight."A young man named Lucky Homer has been killed....... I have a bad guy's research on it. Barry McNeil.... mow that neck and submit it""... so... what are you talking about...! "Hey, wait, Onyx! Tem, you want me to mow the neck of our people with gold! To Mr. Barking Dorado, Mr. Carlos remains cold eyed."I have trouble getting you wrong. I'm not saying," I can't get it myself, so I'll buy it. "... it's all a suggestion to help you take responsibility. If the money is enough for you to settle this mess early, I'll give it to you. But before I do, I'm just saying," Finish the misogyny. ""... Dark Elf merchants are on track! "It's a good idea to make a fool of yourself. Come on! Exasperating orgasms.The air strains.... but."You don't understand, you guys."Mr. Nancy entered the arena with dignity."Like a Dark Elf Merchant?... right. A merchant, Carlos is.... but what do you short-lived civil builders intend to extend to the dark elves who lived 800 years next to that violence? Couples, line up.... the king and queen of this town will beckon."Be thankful.... fulfill your responsibility to do it. That's all we impose."cont 'd
