Chapter 718

Chapter 718: Something unchanged and unusual.

It’s also a good thing that Naris says he smells but walks out in the exact same way, so first he drinks sweat and juice in the bath at Celesta Mansion.

And have your clothes washed in the meantime.

There was a slight argument between Maia, Emma, Lleida and Leila about who would wash my clothes…… and Mr. Deane just washed them and even put dry magic on them while they were arguing over each other’s legitimacy.

“I’m sorry, I left something to eat”

“Don’t look so sorry for that extent. Washing my husband’s underwear would be a natural role for my wife.”

To put it bluntly, Mr. Deane, but there are naturally families with different races and stronger women in Celesta, so I don’t feel that it’s a very versatile value either. I can snort because there’s traditionally a bit of male and female inferiority in the trot.

And the five dragons who were given a role while arguing are all dropped and disappointed. No. Is Corti pulling a little?

“Why is everyone so adamant about washing men’s underwear…”

Bit, and Emma and Maia stick their fingers out.

“There is not enough spirit of service. Are you still a slave!

“Dear Andy, it is the role of the Dragon to do whatever it takes to please. Sex or laundry.”

“… Yep…”

I agree with Corti’s ambiguous “yes,” though. What? “Are you still a slave”?

Naris, who was watching it a little further away, blushed.

“After the spirit of service, it’s usually a mistake.”

Yeah.

And now that I’m refreshed, you guys can smell it. I mean, why am I the only one with a sexy fit when it’s a bath because of me? Horny brothers would be rioting.

So, it was night while I was doing that, so I left the majority of the dragons out for dinner.

Why did you leave it, precisely because Rennesto has a face that could know some of the Sharios, so it could be a fuss. I don’t know much about human society out there, so I don’t necessarily have to go through a little trouble.

Maia was the only one who took him out in the dragon, and then Mr. Deane had Naia, Beatrice, Naris and Almeida, and me.

Almost all girls, but they’re all over the ace-night class except me, so it won’t mean carelessness.

“Yay. Ogoli Rice Ogoli Rice”

The wonky Naris is really the same. Elves don’t change that easily in a good way, I think.

“I bet you got a lot of pay, too.”

“I got it, but unlike Mr. Almeida, in my case, there’s a debt. The money I have on hand belongs to me and not to me anymore. If I get excited here, I have to work for that matter -” Eat Rice with People’s Money, “which frees me from psychological lumps like this, no happier rice than this!

“… it seems I have to tell you a little bit about the spirit of the knight.”

“No, no, no. I’m not going to be The Night of Bees like Mr. Almeida, because I don’t want that! Because in my case the final real job is going to be an adventurer!

Naris fleeing Almeida’s jito eyes to shield me. I mean, don’t touch me with more before. Did you miss him unexpectedly looking like he hadn’t been for a month?

“Eating with this gold is fine, but first things first, it looks like Tess and Sharon. Let me know more about what’s going on.”

When Mr. Deane urged, Naris and Almeida exchanged glances.

“Uh… is that Tess first?”

“He said he wanted to retire… because he heard from the Great Knight of Annette again.”

“Well, thank you, Buster. The great knight reluctantly said ‘I’m pregnant already’ in the argument.”

“Eh.”

Dokin and his heart bounce.

Eh.

Huh?

“I’m pregnant… he is!?

“I don’t know. I’m asking you again.”

“It’s not weird if you are, but it’s Tess…”

Sighing Almeida.

I know that Tess is a hatchet or a bad boy here. It can be enough to be hatchy from the point of view, but it is also true that Tess was the most easily pregnant race and routinely seeded from me.

No, but hey. In the days leading up to the Carlwyn incident, you’ve been avoiding a hectic weight with contraceptive magic. Too fast to get pregnant.

But he can disarm himself, I’m sure. Thinking about it, there’s no zero chance I’d have snuck myself out earlier and had pregnancy premise sex… because it’s Tess.

“… it’s Tess.”

“It’s Tess…”

Me and Mr. Deane snort at each other with subtle faces, too. Lies and truths are possible in every sense. He’s a real pain in the ass.

“So rumors have it that the Buster Grand Knight has eaten bubbles and locked them in your mansion. We haven’t seen each other since the first few days.”

“It’s a family matter. I can feel it when you go in and ask…”

That’s right…. No, really? Almeida, you keep your grand collar on. Is that the distance between Tess and him?

No, but I also know that it’s tempting to get involved in too much haste. ‘Cause the other guy is Sir Buster. It’s not something I found out what kind of funny sorcery would lead me to the end of the road if I touched the scales for something far-fetched. I left you alone till we got here.

“Shall we make it this store? This time, the number of people will be enough. You won’t be reluctant.”

Mr. Deane urges us to the store where he sees us.

Just like last time, I thought it would be reluctant to drink a group of women, but the gauntlet between Naris and Almeida was extremely effective.

It’s like being promised the goodness of paying money, even if you’re drunk, with some kind of fine-looking arm on your hands. No, it’s Mr. Deane who puts it out.

“Yes, yes, if you don’t eat any more! The gauntlet wants a seat! Get the fuck out of here!

The shop manager quickly kicks out the sobering drunk, and we take our seats without being waited for.

… I had a hard time getting turned down anywhere when I came here last time. Well, I took all the unspoken ex-drug patients, and they were in a lot of trouble.

“Recommended course in full for now! Hinofu’s… Seven servings!

Bit of a finger up to order Naris.

I’m most used to Rennest in this, so I’m reliable.

“Seven servings? It’s a little harsh on girls, but are you okay?

Your face looks surprised as you quickly clear the table.

I’m convinced that Naris and Almeida are gauntlet = extraordinary athletic ability = about a big meal, but I guess I’m worried about other faces.

Maia. Beatrice. Naia. Mr. Deane.

… Anyway, Mr. Deane doesn’t look like the kind of face that eats more than a man, because he’s somewhat imbued with warrior style. I’m eating.

Me?… who eats more than normal because this is still a soldier. One serving of the ordinary young people in town is a little short. Consumption is intense at night.

It’s far from musculoskeletal though, so it’s going to look relatively soggy in this town where Mukimuki soldiers roam.

“Huh. We’re all big food fighters. I’m asking for more and more additions, Yorosik.”

Naris decides on the doya face that pinches his jaw to the crotch of his thumb. It tells the story that the glowing wolf crest on the back of the gauntlet is not just excessive confidence, and your grandfather looks around the women again with a weird face before entering the kitchen.

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“Let me tell you something good, Smythson. Ten chiefs. Recommended course choice at the Valerie style tavern in Rennest. The menu says a lot, but it’s a long way from what we call a food production area. The ingredients available are biased depending on the day. I tend to get drunk by the time I suddenly start where I go to borrow from a neighborhood store even though I don’t have all the ingredients to specify the dishes I want to eat and end up, what a lot of nerds. That’s why the recommended course, which comes with everything that is easy to serve in the store’s hand, is ultimately the safest. Dekyll Drunk Style infers store inventory from what came out there and places additional orders”

“I see it makes sense…”

“Let’s toast to a safe reunion for now. Okasa Wine Wine Wine! The most expensive one!

“Don’t you dare!?

“My lady, I’m not paying for this, so I’m going to ask for a little booze.”

Suppress Naris’ outrage with Almeida.

Mr. Deane poking his cheek wand at the table with a bitter laugh. Well, I guess this guy also gets a lot of money from Celesta because of Carlwin’s post-processing work, so I don’t think he’s willing to blind himself with a glass or two of booze.

“So what about Sharon? Are you guys not-touch, too?

“Ah.”

“The Knight Chief Sharon is… um”

The banquet tension between Naris and Almeida drops slightly.

What. You got a problem over there, too?

There will be, though.

It’s not a double pregnancy, is it? No, it’s nothing. You can get pregnant.

“… is that a hassle over there? When Chief Sharon said he wanted to be seriously discharged, it was said that Chief Felios had fallen from his eyes, mouth, nose and ears like a plague.

I was upgrading further from spitting blood.

I mean, how much more severe symptoms do you get from a psychological shock? That hard void elf.

“… what the hell is that?”

“He said half Rennest’s doctors got together for treatment for a time. Then it seems that the chief of the Knight of Sharon is making me think that the chief of the Knight of Berga is overwhelmed… but the determination of the chief of the Knight of Sharon seems to be firm, and this is glued again.”

Isn’t Felios a little feminine in the way he holds himself hostage to Sir Buster’s response?

… No, admit it because my own daughter will be someone’s female slave too! What have I said, I feel like I just have to pull it off as I spit blood and crawl. Maybe if you grew up in the future polka, you’d definitely grow stronger than me, Peter, but also Elenia.

If we were talking about that, the first dish would be brought in.

Hospitality dishes from the Lake Valerie region compete in the number of small plates. The more laborious that number, the more welcoming they show… is the bean knowledge that Sir Buster taught me one day.

Let’s start with an appetizer with hands on dried fruit put back in water. Not enough for a beer knob but just enough to go with the wine?

And when I try to get it, my sister-in-law puts her foot on something and says hello, and she falls in on me.

“Slow down!”

The plates were turned upside down and appetizers scattered on the table. but your sister takes it with her outstretched hand and barely stops clashing at the table or chair.

“Shh, sorry……!

A sister-in-law with a salary to be afraid of.

“Oh, no, it’s not a good place if your sister gets hurt in front of you. Are you okay?”

“Yes, really…”

“… that? Something…”

I recognize you in your sister’s face… like…

Staring at me thinking, a man who was drinking away suddenly approached Zukazuka and pulled her to take back her sister and held her in one hand, hiding her from my gaze.

“Hey you! If you’re having trouble with a woman, go to the whorehouse! I’m not letting Mr. Merrier get his hands on you!?

“… Herman, no, no! This guy was so helpful.”

On the sword screen of a man in momentum, your sister rushes into a halt.

… Herman?

“Herman?

Beatrice, who was sitting, groans and looks at that beatrice and the big young man with short hair looks suspicious.

“What, my name please… is that it?

…………

“I recognize you… that? Uh… the god of war, Deane? Naia Granth?”

Herman looks around the table and finally realizes something when he sees Mr. Deane and Naia’s face.

He didn’t notice Beatrice at first sight. Yeah. Almost as pretty as someone else, compared to those days.

Is that so impressive that I met you once? Is it thin? I’m sorry.

(cont ‘d)