Chapter 763

Chapter 763: Dark Elves’ Table

It’s been awhile since I’ve left home and I look a lot suspicious looking at the city.

I can’t help but be more alert to awkward questions because there were more than ten female slaves at once who didn’t even get stylish. I haven’t even seen my mother lately.

By putting time aside, the question there is aimed at reducing the explosive power and eliminating the sense of seriousness in pursuit.

Well, it’s good enough that Keel kicks your ass. That would hurt a little, but eventually you’d have to laugh.

But if you can hit the question too seriously, the dragon daughters will have to give a serious explanation. For them, my honor must not be abandoned.

If I try to draw the line too clearly in that part, I could lose my standing as a “polka townsman”. I’m afraid of that.

When it comes to over-consciousness, it’s not until then.

But I never want to fit into a lord, nobleman, or king. I want to stay in the position of only one of the young people in this town, even if they say it’s a woman, and to be friendly.

I know my vessels very well. “Those who stand above people” who rule over the future of other people with elephant elephants and take that seat away from each other with wisdom and violence is not my thing to do when I grow up low.

But depending on how you bump into the dragon daughters and the townspeople, you risk being forced to stand there undeniably.

The power I have in my hands is too great first, because, as Deane pointed out, I know that, but I don’t need that power in particular. I only want to avoid the Dragon Daughters holding hands because they want to do something horny, or because they are not sneaky to abandon, and with that authority they will distance themselves from everyone in the city.

I’ve told everyone (especially Emma, Lyda and Corti, who are going to get mucky) a lot about that, but there’s a suspicious part about whether they still really understand it.

Thank you. It seems to me that it is more the ruler’s side that I should fit in, and there is a strong perception that null familiarity is one of play.

There’s something about unconsciously trying to apply to my position the perceptions that they are their vices and that they are racially common perceptions: “Strong ourselves are something that will crush other races” and “because they are fundamentally another organism, it is inevitable that they will be feared in the end”.

Of course, I know I’m the one who maintains an environment where you can do whatever you want to do erotic things thanks to the power of the dragon, but I can’t think of any way to give up folding.

I don’t care if you’re a horny, stupid blacksmith. I don’t want any more.

So I hope everyone in town doesn’t pursue it too intensely.

“… lord, I know you don’t want to stand out, but you don’t have to be so fucking cocky”

“Ugh… Emma”

From behind the coarse walls, she moves into hiding as she crawls into the shadow of a crate, looking down at me looking for her next hiding place, like Emma was frightened.

The question of when you came close to me when you were wary of not being seen doesn’t make sense to her in the dragon. Because it’s a dragon, so it ends.

“What can I do to make you invisible to the city with phantom magic?”

“Well, it’s not even that much.”

“From my point of view, I wonder if that pitiful figure is’ the more you get there ‘”

“Don’t say you’re pathetic!

Sure would be a little cool. I don’t know if you want to tell me straight, do you?

In the end, Emma will accompany me to hide herself with a strong phantom and walk with dignity.

“What are you so worried about”

“I wonder if we can all blend in properly in the city…”

“I don’t think anyone is more incapable of dialogue than you are worried about.”

It’s you and Lyda who are particularly worried, I can’t say.

I don’t care if you get upset with me.

And I’ll go to Mr. Cosmos’ snack terrace place, which I haven’t seen in a while.

… There was a sign on the table that said “Coffee Snack Leslie House”.

Did you give it a room number? I mean, Leslie is Mr. Cosmos’ (in Talk) source name, right?

It feels strange to push it in your own name even though you can put it to your liking, it feels like a woman at night. Somehow.

“This is a stash of dark elf women.”

“Besides Mr. Cosmos and Mr. Seema?

“Yes. Do you still miss the food in your hometown”

Well, besides that, this place is by the Trot. Besides, it’s by the Northern Elf Territory, so Dark Elves surprisingly have trouble putting themselves away, or something.

It looks distinctly different, and the elves still seem deeply rooted and discriminated against, so it’s just not where I’m looking, and there might be uncomfortable discrimination behind it.

Although interaction is the best, it is important that there is an environment where peers can protect each other to some extent. Loneliness hunts down the most people.

Looking inside the store with that in mind, I see, the dark elves were almost all there.

“Yes, yes, yes. Clean it up there! You’ll find silver pears, green vegetables, river fish and some kind of meat pie.”

“What is it, Seema…”

“I don’t know! The cherry blossom boy brought it to me, so I bought it! Sounds like it’s not a piece of horse meat, but I’m not sure!

“This is what Seema cooks, so you’re scared. I almost checked it later after I ate it, and it was sandworm meat.”

“It’s not about making fun of Sandworm, Lucino. My sister-in-law survived it.”

“Don’t know, it’s not something to eat. You know what?!? I mean, Sister Deane eats!? Have you eaten before?

“You’ve never had that much trouble with food…”

“Hmm, but they don’t have poison, do they, Sandworm? I also hear that muscles are tremendous because they travel wet in that giant in the desert.”

“Here, eat it up, not on a topic that has nothing to do with my pie! It’s half as good as it gets when it’s cold. Maybe!

“Seema, can I put you in the oven next Doria -?

“Yes, sir. Damn it, don’t complain after you eat it!

“… it’s not delicious. Why are you so vigilant, Lucino and Mira?”

“I’m a little worried about Sister Knoll eating without any hesitation from listening to me now”

Dark elf woman, or well, Mr. Deane. Sisters and Mr. Cosmos. So, Mr. Cosmos is pulling into the kitchen, so almost a sisterly conversation.

But anyway, Mira and the three new sisters and Knoll, I guess it’s a little unexpected that there’s also Mr. Deane and Mr. Hilda. It doesn’t mean it’s weird to be there, but I thought there was another place for each.

Besides, I was attracted to the overall pleasant and sexy dark elf woman, or there were a few old men in the corner as well. Maybe Mr. Deane or Mr. Hilda won’t be picking up lunch at the liquor store after the “Leslie House” is ready, so it’s been flowing this way.

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“Deane Hundred, by the way. How’s Andy doing?”

One of those old men shakes exactly what I’m talking about.

“You have Mr. Lyla and Maia, but he’s the only one who sees it. Are you even pulling into the woods? Marie was worried.”

“I should be telling Lord Marie properly… Andy is working at home. As soon as you concentrate, you won’t just come out because you won’t be able to see around you.”

“You’re working. Something horny again?

“Well, that’s all I have. I’m not saying there isn’t.”

Mr. Deane points his sisters collar in the palm of his hand at his leisure.

It must be Mr. Deane’s unique reaction not to look upset at all.

“All of us here, Deane, are hundred sisters, aren’t we? I’m fine.”

“I don’t think it’s easy for a trot person to understand. But my mother has ten. If it’s a value that sometimes divides one man, it makes me proud to have found that man the most, and I understand that my sisters and sisters are attracted to me.”

“That being said, it wouldn’t be a good idea for ten people right now. I don’t know if I’d introduce my sisters.”

“My father is a good man to say great, too, but Andy is many, dozens of times as great as that, and I have no doubt he can make that many women happy. That’s why both me and Lyla tolerate Selene and the others”

Mr. Deane smiled only sparingly.

“If you know you’re going to be happy, you’re going to put your sister in there with no good luck,” she said.

“Ugh, um… you know, I don’t know”

“That’s Celesta, that’s the world. Don’t tie us up with the narrow values of the trot. Still, I’ve lived for two hundred years, Sister Hilda, and five hundred years to conclude. I’m not asking you to understand, but it would help if you thought it was something like that.”

Mr. Deane transfers the reason for Harlem not to the power or connections I have, but only to something called “foreign” or “world”.

If you say so, I’ll have to snort as a countryman. That’s a cunning statement.

another old man says as he tilts the beer.

“… I don’t even know if Andy is great. It’s just an enviable night surrounded by these beautiful sisters.”

It’s a nasty word, and if it’s true, I should be a little angry, but well, we all wear collars for the testimony of a female slave, and I don’t say that because I deserve it.

But.

“It’s a tough night to be surrounded by girls, isn’t it?

said Cosmos with a smile on his face.

“Do you want to experience it?

“What… what?

“Actually. Come and see us soon.”

“… seriously?

“It’s a night for your wives.”

“Yes, I won’t tell you, I can’t tell you”

… hey, what did you say?

No way…… did you get that old man with Mr. Cosmos and Mr. Gloria?

And if I had a little suspicion, Emma would have told me softly.

“A group of comfort travel whores will come from Tulk’s whorehouse, so I’ll make a special crossing for you, that’s it”

“… Wow”

Sales……!

Speaking of which, this guy was so pushing his own store when we first met, wasn’t he?

“Do you tolerate it?

“… I can’t do this on my own until the whore over there.”

Maybe the day is really near when Atchi’s store will open in Polka as well.

(cont ‘d)