173 Episode 43: The Night Meet (2/2)

Anyway, it's not a small kind of thing that is slightly over the ground, but if it grows, the livestock is about warcraft that humans eat as well. It might be more realistic to call it a sand crocodile.

This sandrizzard, usually hidden in the sand, hits the approaching prey, but when I get hungry, I crawl out of the sand and start actively searching for my prey. Reptiles are also vulnerable to changes in temperature, but sandrizzards move around vigorously at night thanks to their thick outer skin.

A warcraft that can be hunted even by a runaway adventurer if he is well prepared, but if he is attacked in the middle of a night camp, it will be troublesome. For a desert-challenging adventurer, he spoke of a warcraft whose name and habit needed to be remembered first.

Although it is a warcraft, as mentioned above, the outer skin is thick and not very edible. Meanwhile, the meat under the outer skin was soft and luminous, and as soon as it bit, it was a fine ingredient full of gravy in its mouth. When the sauce teases you that it's the secret of this store, you can play the flavor of meat (yummy) on your tongue, and at the same time the moderate spiciness (teasing) sparks your appetite - terminally speaking, it's super good.

Overall, it tasted intense, but was just right for my body, which was back in the desert and lacked salt. The temple meal is all the more so because of its thin flavour.

Flavorful skewers like this make me want to drink barley wine (ale), but alcohol (alcohol) put up with me because I just can't go home to the temple with a breath of alcohol odor. Instead, ask for a replacement to fill your belly.

Slightly, I exhaled with satisfaction all the skewers, including the replacement.

This may have discovered an unexpected famous store. I would love to buy some souvenirs for the stingers, but when I do that, I get out of the night. Well, I don't have a problem with the stray spot, but it's just bad to be known that I was going to the pleasure zone.

All right, as far as the stingers are concerned, next time we'll take them to our sweeteners and make it up to them.

I left the store at a price with that in mind. So I make a big stretch before heading back to the temple. The information gathering will be done again.

That's how it was when I came back to the entrance to the pleasure district.

”... hmm?

There was a crowd. It wasn't there when I walked into the pleasure zone.

If you take a wild horse gut and glance, multiple armed men and someone with a black robe are confronted at the center of the crowd walls.

The men's arming looked familiar. There is no need to explore memories, that one belongs to 'Desert Eagle'. Speaking of which, the men's faces also looked familiar. They teased me at the castle gate the first day.

When that happens, is the person of the robe a victim attributed to 'Desert Eagle'?

I'll send you a gaze of observation.

I wear a hood so deep that I can't tell my face or age. However, slightly lowering his gaze, he was able to confirm the puffiness that would lift the robe from the inside. In other words, it is a woman. Lowering his gaze further, his hips long sword stopped in his eyes.

Standing with his spine stretched out is rinsy and lackluster, and just looking at it like this makes him quite a user. If you can, yes.

- I'm such a user that I wouldn't be surprised to hear you say you're a Blue Forest Flagger.

The reason I made that decision is simple. There is a lot of soul. Green Forest Flagger (Kishi), more like a heartsuit user.

What if the man in the robe was a watchman sent by the swordsmen, and my actions have been watched from time to time? Such suspicion blurred my chest.

But I immediately deny my idea of ”it's not there”.

There is certainly a chance that some of the Eight Flags (clear) in the Blue Forest will have more concealed (oomph) users than I can detect. But there's no way such amazing arms can be stopped by The Desert Eagle. Not to mention, there's no way you're standing around without dealing with anything until you get a crowd.

It was also possible that he was a four-flag flagman (Kishimi) whose main task was off-island activities, but he would not imitate them so as to draw attention to his' Desert Eagle 'opponent even less if he were a four-flag. I mean, that person has nothing to do with your swordsman. That's what I concluded.

If you think so and watch (see) again, the soul of the woman in the robe was certainly vast (blah blah blah), but also terribly unstable. It's a danger I've never felt in any of the heartshirt users I've ever met.

When I thought so, the 'Desert Eagle' rage rang on the spot.

”I've said it many times! If you have nothing to be ashamed of, take your robe and show your face!

”... I've said this many times. You are not commanded to be a police officer.”

Voices that respond to high demands are cool, comfortable to the ears, and do not feel fine dust such as danger or instability.

In response to a woman's voice, she said, ”That's right!” ”You're not on track, eagle!” ”Tyranny!” ”Just pay me!” and so forth. Thank you. It seemed like a schematic that those who disagree with ”Desert Eagle” support a woman who behaves resolutely against them.

I had predicted about one of the castle gates, but the reputation of 'Desert Eagle' in Berca seems to be so bad.

”You guys are going to defy 'Desert Eagle'!?

A group of eagles are turning bright red in their faces as they are thrown the opposite word from around them. Some had their hands on the pattern, a shape that was not strange whenever they pulled out their swords.

But I can't see how upset I was with the woman in the robe when I saw those guys. That makes sense too, assuming 'Desert Eagle' is slaughtered by all, that woman will easily screw over.

However, there seems to be no intent to deliberately provoke the 'Desert Eagle', sending a bewildered gaze to the surrounding hedges that are stirring up the eagle.

- And that gaze caught me in the hedge.

As I mentioned, I'm also wearing a hood so that I can't pretend to be a dragon slayer on my way to Pleasure Street. That remains unchanged. So you're not supposed to have seen my face over there either.

One of many other wild horses. There was no reason to put it in my eyes, and I thought my gaze would soon go away.

But it didn't.

The woman who saw me trembles so vividly that she can see it. Amber (Kohaku) colored eyes peeking open in amazement from the gap in the hood.

The next reaction a woman took was severe. He turned to me quickly and put his hand on the sword of his hips.

Shortly afterwards, a strong sense of war broke out.

It was a mystery how they beat the war so far just because they had eyes with us, but no matter, there's no reason not to buy a sold fight.

When I laid my hands on the black knife on my hips, I could see him sinking his upper body all the way down.

Perhaps, for a few more seconds, if this confrontation continued, me and the woman would have been supposed to put their swords together. But with someone moving faster than us, the clash ended undeveloped.

It was' Desert Eagle 'that moved.

Try them, the woman's movements today were nothing but an insult to ourselves. Anyway, when I made him shout out, he suddenly pointed me in the direction of the day after tomorrow. You guys are ridiculed for not being in your eyes.

An earlier shouting man dyes his face red with rage, pulling his hips sword out loud. And I was slashed by a woman without getting a haircut.

Until recently, women would have easily crushed the blow. But the situation of being confronted with me only delayed the woman's reaction for a moment.

As a result, although the cutting-edge of 'Desert Eagle' did not reach the body, it did reach what it was wearing. Namely, he slit the hood that was covering his face.

A slice of the torn hood rises in the wind into the sky. And reveals the face of a woman previously hidden by the hood.

brown skin, silver hair, amber (kohaku) colored eyes.

And the long ears that reminded me of Sasa leaves were in my sight.