Chapter 679

Chapter 679: Midsummer islands 8

“What do you think”

“Oh. That’s good. That’s good. You look good rough too, Emma.”

“I’m not going to wear it sloppily…”

“I don’t know… it feels like a princess has been escorting me before, but it feels like a proper female warrior.”

“I don’t know… if you liked it”

Although the clothes that Emma had prepared at the old fashion store were the same type of piercing clothes as Galatia’s everyday clothes, they were coordinated with Emma’s fine-grained outfits and her native cool, crisp atmosphere, and bright blues and greens to appear in silver hair, making her feel more familiar than her previous Crystal Palace ethnic costumes, while still giving her a sense of girly luminosity and maritime state dynamism.

As always, the elegance and hegemony of the dragon gives the impression that it is a little too noble, but that is acceptable.

“I don’t care if I wear anything, or if I lose my clothes… I’m a happy, scary customer in a way, as a kimono shop”

That’s what Oba, the old fashioner, says and praises.

“I don’t know how you got a slave like this, but it’s not something you’ll ever meet again. Take care of yourself, okay?

“Well, no more.”

I ended up pushing the story through with the 'slave” meshing, so I leave it unanswered of any misunderstandings. I’m a female slave (scheduled), but it’s a little different from what Oba thinks. I’m not, but I’m not.

“… we will serve you crushed to take care of you forever”

Emma also dyes her cheeks and declares that in a fluffy misunderstanding with Emma, you know what I mean or not.

Dinner is sumptuous at Farrar’s Tavern.

Or just because we all went into the tavern, it’s a little zawah, and the guys who feel inferior one after the other when they take their seats are buying alcohol to the end-sitting fennels and neighbors. They stand out because they’re all rare white beauties over here.

“Oh, you know, I’m in trouble”

“I don’t drink much…”

Neither Fennel nor Naia swallow much. It doesn’t seem like I can’t swallow either, but I don’t drink enough to get drunk if it’s not a time when I feel so safe, such as when I’m just inside. You must be very alert.

No, I’m always at Mr. Deane’s and Lyla’s disposal. I guess I’m just too alert.

“It’s hard to be a man at all. If there’s a bunch of high-quality women out there, I don’t know what to expect.”

“Tell me what. It’s just a bunch of defenseless people coming out.”

“I don’t care if it’s one or two people, but if there’s more than ten people, I don’t know what’s the only thing that’s ever happened. You can’t be defenseless without thinking.”

Irina said that and mouthed the liquor, causing the shopkeeper to panic. He thought the kid was swallowing.

“Oh, come on, don’t let the kid drink like that. I’m gonna die.”

“I’m dying. How old do you think I am?”

“… ten or eleven?

“Wouldn’t you at least add about two! No. Flirting is 154 in the first place!

It is estimated to be younger than the continent. Is it because your skin is too clean?

Wherever you are born, children have honeysuckle skin, and they get rough when you’re old. If you’re here in a climate that tends to be rough with sea breezes and sunlight, does Irina’s skin polished with silver and polka spirit springs on the elves mean it’s just a unique glow for children?

“Joke. Elves eat just like humans until they grow up, don’t they? I know how little there is here.”

“Some people grow up like strawberries and stop! Let those who are not tall to men!

“That’s what I said…”

“Ko, this guy is a solid adult. He’s three times older than me.”

Fennel, who shakes off the numb man, defends.

And Irina and the shopkeeper face trouble at the same time.

“I feel subtle when the facts specifically say triple…”

“Even a daughter like this is older than me…”

I wonder if the owner is a little over forty. By way of example, it is possible that the skin roughness of seaside living is looking a bit old.

… I knew that the fact that Fennel was my mother’s age made me feel a little hard to believe. I think that’s what happens when you’re over a hundred years old, like Irina and Naris.

“By the way, the best part of this isn’t the dark elf there.”

Pointing to Mr. Hilda as Lyla sips the liquor she let her take away the numb guy she was after for the fennel.

Mr. Hilda was cheering with the Angelos, but turns a picky ear to Lyla’s allegations.

… Oh, it works that way too. I moved only one ear to point at Lyla brilliantly.

“… la-la-la-chan?

“I didn’t say Toshi, but don’t overreact”

“Ho! It’s manners to end that kind of topic right away! I’m gonna be so rude!

“I don’t even know what it’s like to be an angry woman at my age.”

Mr. Hilda slaps me or me on the shoulder of the tall Lyla. Lyla is just fine, she hasn’t spilled a drop of booze from her cup even though she was slapped.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask you the exact numbers”

“… I’m 480 years old”

“You’re gonna tell me.”

“It’s also shaky to be overimagined.”

The store owner finally has a squeaky face.

“… disrespect. Can I ask you something? What is it with you people? It doesn’t seem like you’re just a traveler, but if you need to think about it, watch out for the regulars.”

“Hmm, maybe there’s a narrative, but I don’t think you have to worry about it because it’s not even a big deal…. I have those kids and ace nights, and we can protect ourselves. “

“Right…. is that ace night? Celesta, the Navy?

“It’s not the Navy. Hey. I mean, Celesta doesn’t strip you of your Ace Knight title, even if you disgrace the army? Once I take it, it’s ace night for life.”

“Not even in the Navy. What brings Celesta’s twinkle to this place… No, you got into it. No root-digging leaf digging.”

A lot of respect for our privacy.

“That’s the Farrar rule. No, I guess I should say even the wisdom of life…. across the ocean is anything. I don’t know what I’m talking about, I don’t know what I’m talking about. I hate to say it. It’s not uncommon for a guy to dump his past in the ocean and cross. He’s alive. Now is everything, the past is the past. I don’t want to go in there.”

“I see…. Everywhere, if we split it like that, the world would be peaceful.”

“I don’t know. It’s smarter not to get involved in things he doesn’t know, but if you do something bad here, it’s not gonna be a charade tomorrow.”

“I’m sure that’s true. If you don’t care about the extras and get into fights, you think that’s pretty good for people.”

“Maybe. We’re on the same side, so we didn’t do it. I don’t know about them…. cup empty, but what’s your replacement?

“I’ll take it. I’d love a Farrar-like drink if I could.”

“Aye. I don’t know about this, Robinsons 5. It’s a good year.”

“What’s five?

“Aging years. So next year it will be 6. I don’t think that counts much.”

“Hey. If you’re not rich enough, you won’t be drinking long-aged liquor.”

“You don’t know if the continent is moving forward or cluttered. Fine.”

Mr. Hilda swallows the liquor recommended by the owner in a delicious way. Nice. I’d love to swallow, too, but I’m too busy arguing between Beatrice and Galatia for a left-right formation to get drunk on the detour.

“Me, home, brave man!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ugh… uh, ace night, same! Strong!”

Oh, my God, Beatrice, who has only ever tried so hard to speak in Carlwin, is trying so hard to use Northwestern to complain to Galatia that she is more amazing.

That in itself is something we should support, but in the end it’s no different that we’re trying to fight and sell, so it’s a waste to translate or shut up crisply.

I just have to sit in the middle so that they don’t bite each other directly even though they are harrowed as a result.

“Me, strong, home, most!

“… what are you talking about?

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“Me, go!

“Up”

“Go!”

“… but only the ceiling”

“Ugh!

I’m having trouble reacting because the guy I’ve only ever spoken in weird language if I try to galatize him started complaining so hard about weird things in catacotto. During the etch, there was somewhat of a feeling of motion that “this guy seems to want to interrupt something” (some of which were analogous in my reaction), but if you’re going to say something directly, it’s hard to reply without talking to me in a proper sentence.

And what Beatrice claims, even if properly communicated, is only an argument that originally had difficulty reacting.

“… also, Ugh! It’s not fair if you don’t let this guy speak our language, too! That’s what I said!

“No, Beatrice. Because you’re more foreign here. If we don’t talk properly, we’re going to lose our freedom.”

“Ugh!

“Come on.”

“… my, brave man, on ace night, same, but strong, up!

“…………… Beatrice”

I stroke the dark hair wrinkled by the tide.

“Let’s study properly”

“What, you didn’t tell him?

“Not at all”

Maybe he said, “I’m as strong as Ace Knight when it comes to brave men, so I’m better than you! I know you want to say,” but it was a mess after all.

Galatia has always looked suspicious.

Or, for Galatia, Carlwin is a completely different language, but Beatrice has been living in the Northwestern-speaking world for a while, so I know a little what Galatia is saying.

But I wasn’t trying to talk, so when I had to, I couldn’t assemble it.

I wonder how bad that is.

“Tell me the proper rhetoric!

“I’ll soon forget I’m just going to repeat it like I said. Put what you want to say in your belly now and learn how to speak better. Grab the meaning while imitating yourself. If you think you can talk properly, you can say it again.”

“Yes, don’t be mean!

“If I could just say what you want, it wouldn’t be true. My female slaves don’t get higher in sequence because they’re strong or because they’re great.”

“Ugh…”

“If you want to hang out with Galatia on something else, fine. Erotic techniques, cooking and sewing. So I won’t forbid you to fight and win personally.”

“Oh no…”

“If you say you can’t do it, you can’t do it.”

I stroke Beatrice’s head again.

“It’s great that I tried to talk to myself properly. You’re about to use two words now. That’s a good thing. Whatever it is…. we all believe you are a child who can do a lot more”

“… Ugh”

“I speak your language, too, so there’s no way you can’t speak our language. I’m just a blacksmith’s son. You must be a brave man, huh?

“… that’s the way to put it, cheating”

“The food and the sewing. You should be able to do better. Do better than Galatia and try to win.”

Winning doesn’t raise the sequence as a female slave, after all, but it’s good for the person to incite each other. Enhancing the relationship like Angelos and Aurora is also beneficial to them.

It’s not just selling fights, I wish you had such a relationship with Galatia…… is that a little too soon for you?

But there are plainly few opponents who can be Beatrice’s rivals. Naia doesn’t deal with him in many ways, and Tess, who is close in age and seems temperamentally tenacious, is, in fact, so weak that she can lightly flaunt Galatia. Many parts of Beatrice, such as magical arms and plots, are not there, and there is too much difference when it comes to rivals.

“Hey, hey, what are you talking about?

Galatia pulls my sleeve. I laugh and deceive without explaining myself.

“Beatrice just got free last time.”

“… from what?

“A lot…. so forgive him”

“… yes, fine”

“All right, all right. You’re a good boy.”

“No, don’t. I feel like that kind of dad!

… you’re a lot of old man yourself, I thought. I wanted to act like a “brother,” but somehow I’m dealing with the feeling that my father can fool my child.

I’m not even a layer I’ve never been around at my age, but Beatrice and Galatia are childish.

Allow yourself to treat someone that age like an adult of that age, convince you, and give up being natural.

“… this is how men get older”

I’m gonna miss you a little. I’d like to think you’re not old enough.

(cont ‘d)