Chapter 613

Chapter 613: In Basson’s mess.

I’ll try to get out of Basson’s town this afternoon.

A town that takes about an hour on foot is also a few minutes away if you can get it to the dragon.

“It’s not a good idea to make it too easy… I need to run in”

“That’s all right. That’s all. You’ll be discharged after Mr. Deane’s duties, won’t you?

That’s what Angelos told me, and speaking of which, I think.

No, but. The convenience of using dragons (even though Mr. Deane is somewhat deluded) is that the military knows enough to create a privileged unit called the Secret Service, so can you stop?

“When it comes to the Legion Command level and Minister Ashton, there’s a chance that I’ll have to continue to be a soldier…”

“Do riders have to drink such excerpts?

“You know, Emma. Ryder’s power is going to be hard to live in peace until the end. If you’re serious, you might suddenly come out with an overnight or something.”

……

“Oh well. Haven’t you seen Emma, those people…”

General Amatshima is also incredible in some ways, but the attack of General Vincent, the most powerful class of elecone known alongside “Annette of Atrocities,” is sufficiently destructive for a dragon as long as it hits.

Bonaparte’s old man and Mr. Deane’s rampage were impressive in the Battle of Carlwin, so they tend to be sumptuous, but that guy definitely has the power to kill dragons, too.

“It would be something that crawls through the ground, though. I don’t really think he’s the one to be afraid of.”

“No, seriously, because it’s amazing. If you fly away, you’ll probably be struck by lightning or something.”

“Not really. Huh. That hand move doesn’t have much power other than what’s on the ground.”

“… Oh, really?

I’m a little surprised that Chibi Lyla told me. Is that what it is, that one?

“Well, that’s not why it’s insulting. Nevertheless, even if the big man in the country has made up his mind, you won’t allow Deane to make too many imperfect demands. I don’t think you need to worry about that.”

“Ugh, um…”

“Isn’t Andy afraid to quit being a soldier?

“Oh, no… no, but?

Angelos just pokes me a little star and I mumble it.

Actually, it’s also true that I have a little hesitation about being no longer a soldier.

I became a soldier before I became a single artisan, and I’ve come easy in this position ever since I grew up. I think the part about having the original position there and having fun without being cornered because the craftsmanship is one hassle… is undeniable.

Then I hope you don’t have to be an artisan after you quit your soldier… what would everyone say. In fact, I feel like I’m being asked to do that.

But it’s a little impossible to be unemployed. Yeah.

When that happens, I feel like throwing an important part as a person in earnest.

In the first place, I find it painful to make it an identity to be a dragon rider. It’s not a vessel that focuses on something like that (…), I am.

Everybody lifts, but I don’t always have a big outlook for using dragons.

It’s very helpful when the dragon gives me a hand… I just have that option that no one else has.

I still think it’s some kind of mistake to make the main business of ordering it that way because it’s working.

So it’s right to re-depart as a proper craftsman.

There is no longer a way to remain a soldier than to be based on polka in the future, and the title Dragon Rider should only be under the way of life of an artisan.

I know.

“It’s also true that you’re cozy… you have to train, you don’t usually have much freedom… but your buddies are good guys, and you can be an asshole”

“But I can’t do it forever. Celesta’s upper management is a lot more complicated than we think. You are no longer in a position to innocently throw your thoughts round the country. Even now, if they smell like kina… it’s a little dangerous.”

“… I guess so”

Celesta’s ultimate power is held by the Head of State, known as the Merchant King, but this, unlike the traditional royal family, is only a representative to be re-elected once every decade.

The thoughts of the forces that tour the throne and vigorously shred it… Until now, Mr. Deane and Minister Ashton have only succeeded in suppressing it, something that we may never know will change the direction of the wind.

If I had only spent some time championing myself as part of the Celesta army, one day other forces would reach out.

The future plan to stay in the polka, under the back shield of the elf territory and the baron, has the effect of making it difficult to get a hand out of such a pact, much more than spending time here as a soldier while the dragons url.

“Far” is above all a wall for a wingless human being. The physical distance to the polka would be expected to have a defensive effect comparable to that of the castle.

“If you’re studying, aren’t you indispensable to Jeanne’s grandfather, or an elf blacksmith, or anyone who wears them?

“Hmmm… while I can’t even say I’ve fixed a first-rate group of thread protagonists, I wonder if I can make up for it with all sorts of other”

When I put my arms together, I hit a pessie Irina fan from behind my seat.

“I can’t believe it. I’m trying my best, don’t you imitate it to the half-oga parent? Even so, it’s my job to raise myself.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Too much luxury.

When it comes to the town of Basson, each of the female slaves goes for sightseeing.

It wasn’t that long ago that this was Hometown, but I miss having all kinds of shops right.

Irina offers Angelos and Fennel to peek into the dewstores everywhere, and Aurora and Almeida take them into the old bookstore. Tess is drawn to baked confectionery sales with Sharon, and Naia watches the cooking happily in front of the fryer. I guess I’ll eat it from one end when it fries.

“Boyd, look at this! You’re good at tourist guides and things like that at odd places.”

“Hey, Mr. Naris…”

“Did you just say” ho “?

“Kid, are you out of your mind? Oh, and I’m just about to go hunting in the mountains.”

“Hunting!? Bow!? Like, hey Luna! He’s going hunting, Mr. Boyd!

“Good at”

“No, I don’t know about tourist guides.”

“You can kill your spare time.”

“Mmm.”

Naris and Luna find Boyd and are involved.

Let’s pretend not to see it.

“What about Lyla and the others?

“Shall I drink? It’s Hilda.”

“Hmm, I’m sorry to hear that it’s not really from daylight. Nah.”

“Sounds like fun for saying that.”

Lyla and Mr. Hilda have their feet set on the tavern. Well, with Lyla, whatever happens will be fine.

And Maia and Emma say.

“I’m here. If anything happens to everyone, I’ll fly.”

“Wow, I’ll do the same”

They decided to set up on the corner to glance at the female slaves’ anomalies. Well, everyone’s a bunch of fierce men, so I don’t think there’s much more to be wary of.

I dropped them off scattered, and I just thought I’d walk a little too.

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I’m very concerned about Beatrice standing there poking around.

… Oh, Naia’s distracted by her appetite. I don’t get the word around me, so I just have to follow Naia or rely on her around Tetenari, but I don’t know if she’ll take it personally.

“Beatrice.”

“… n”

“Is there something you want to do or something?”

… I have a vague question.

In the first place, what does Beatrice have in this town… no, don’t we all see what the standard town of Celesta is like before that?

It’s only with some knowledge that I can say “Is there such a place” and “I want to see something like this”. There is too little preliminary knowledge for Beatrice, as he only knows the country of secrecy and the do-rural polka.

“You want to take a look around first? Yeah, I like that.”

I make that decision forcefully, and I pull Beatrice’s hand.

Beatrice raised her groaning voice with a small “ahhh…” but didn’t turn against her and walked out with my hand drawn.

A tourist guide to Basson?

… Now, what should I show you?

And I walk with ideas.

A ride carriage slowly crosses, and powerful merchants raise their voices all over town.

Basson is a vibrant town. Growth continues as a trading hub to Trot.

It’s fun just walking down such a street of sight, and there are a few more stores that I’ve had while I’m gone myself, and it will surely be fun for my eyes to have an extraordinarily high number of Fae compared to Trotto again.

Dark elf travelers to three young Auga children, beastman children, and Lizardman merchants. There was also an adventurous, large baggage dwarf.

The fact that so many different races are so naturally different is not quite what you see outside of Celesta.

I walk through them, and I see Beatrice, how about, you know, funny, but Beatrice didn’t seem to have much of an eye around her. Hold my hand. Look at me. Follow me.

… hey, something,… don’t bother.

I go through the crowd wondering what’s going on, take a breath in the alley, and see Beatrice again.

Beatrice stared at me… and tried to let go of her hand and hurriedly gripped back, blushing a little.

“… Um”

“Hmm?”

My lips are closing in on my ear.

Nothing. I don’t think very many people would blame Beatrice for what she said, even if she didn’t lurk so much.

… but if you hear the whispered words.

“… Dad…. Um… I want you to play with my uterus again and my dad’s penis…”

I had to doubt my ears.

I mean, I seriously thought it might be a mistake to ask, but Beatrice blushed even more.

“… just the two of us… gentle, seeded”

“hey… what,”

“… ugh”

Beatrice roared, so powerfully that my hands roared.

“… if I said this… you would, wouldn’t you?

“… Ah, uh”

Uh.

… I was just going to set it up last night.

“Ma, the sights of town… don’t you have to”

“… you said you wanted to do something.”

“… uh, that… you want to?

“How many times do I have to tell you…”

Pretty rotten Beatrice. But I can’t wait to hear the demands. It’s kind of cute.

In a midday alley.

… no-one can handle phantoms right now.

So.

“Well then… right”

Looking around the left and right, I saw… the Bring In Inn.

In my previous flashy sex history, it’s a modern institution, but bringing in Beatrice who crimsons like this and demands etsy while enduring shame… kind of odd, exciting.

(cont ‘d)