230 227 Stories Boys look good and feel inferior

"Um... thanks to you earlier. Thanks........."

"Um... I'm sorry for everything..."

After falling for the swamp, Mr. Gohangott and Mr. Hiroki, who survived a hard trial, including an ice-soaked sentence, have also bowed their heads to a special victory.

I felt unexpected and guilty about this, too.

I'm impressed with the amount of work I can honestly apologize for with all that work.

"We didn't believe your words at all... we should have gone more cautiously. I'm sorry."

"I don't like how you seem to get along with Mr. Twa... and apologize for the tightness..."

It wasn't uncomfortable, it would be a lie.

I haven't felt good since putting together PT with these people, and I didn't like getting a tick and a mouth shot. That's why I had no hesitation whatsoever in the Friendly Fire experiment with the radical virus, and I was aware I'd gone with the belly half.

"I want you to forgive me"

"Please, you're right."

When you apologize so head-on, your conscience just hurts......

Because while observing that the two of them were unable to move and were sitting in a jittery, I was just wondering if the effect time would change due to the resistance of each mercenary (player), what would happen if I had an additional different virus, whether it would cause complications, etc., etc., and I was just distracted by the possibility of colored bacteria.

In the meantime, they were reflecting on the matter.

Maybe I should have at least been able to produce a vaccine or something.

Oh, and by the way, it was about three minutes later and it was such a cool length that there was a full laugh.

"Er... it was me who suddenly came into the party... and my attack got you involved..."

What can I say?

They were horribly nagging and seemed so sorry.

"Well, I failed in my efforts to get people to trust me... and I've easily abandoned my dialogue with you..."

The corners would have stood a bit, but there were other means, such as calling the Blue White Tan early and exaggerating my power to strengthen my voice. There were ways to win trust by demonstrating where the potion was actually made.

It wasn't the kind of air I could do any of it, and it's an excuse that I didn't feel that way myself, reflecting that maybe I should have created words, deeds and streams that would have made them understand more from me.

"Hi, sorry"

The Clan Clan world is full of mercenary (player) VS mercenary (player) fights. Since deception and usurpation are everyday tea events, it's normal to think that you can't trust the words of a pompous mercenary.

"Good boy, you're too much..."

"You mean it was as rumored..."

Yeah?

They whined hissopotamus somehow, but I couldn't hear them very well.

Besides, I thought this one was apologetic and settled for one thing, extra they had a bitter look on their face and even moistened their eyes so that they could be cornered.

Shit... what did I do wrong?

I didn't even know I was going to chase him... duh, what am I going to do?

"... t, Mr. Twa?

Seeing Mr. Twa as he asked for help, she nodded satisfactorily on her face, knowing that, for some reason, she was' yeah '.

What is happening… and what caused the extreme of further confusion was the magician (caster), Sizcamasillo, who watched our conversation in silence.

"There are so many surprises in battle, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything!

And I've been tearing the dugout.

Plus, for some reason, Twa blew it out, so I just try to put a scratch that I shouldn't laugh... but there's no way Twa would laugh at people in a bad way.

When it comes to it, it's an increasingly confusing extreme.

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"Talo, honey? Even you're not that different from us..."

"It was overwhelming..."

That being said, Mr. Gohangott and Mr. Hiroki both seemed emotionally reminiscent of my battle.

"No, it's not just my power. Without Mr. Twa's backup and Blue White Tan, we wouldn't have been so good."

Each other's apology was over, and we were peacefully aiming for Ignitol's capital.

Enemy mercenaries (players) lurking in the woods are all ice pickled, as expected. Blue White Tan handled such a pathetic enemy, so safety on the road is assured. Kill-dropped loot and money (eso) were pretty good too.

And the mushrooms seemed to keep a good record of where they grew up, and I've compiled the data she brought back.

After all, when messing with the [fertility] and [adaptability] of colored bacteria (viruses) by "Heavenly Dynamic Balls Hungry for Colored Bacteria," [fertility] against trees if you raise a number such as [tree value].

and so on seems to rise.

Although there were many cases of mushrooms growing on the ground and in the trees, some of them were bred in the mercenaries (players) themselves, because the Blue White Tan seemed to have seen them.

Perhaps human mushroom cultivation would also be possible if we divided more into [human values]. That way, we can make a moving human colored fungus (virus) machine, not a human bomb.

By the way, did it not infect the Blue White Tan because the material on which the colored bacteria (virus) was based was the 'ice flower' she produced? Or was it simply that the [adaptability] and [fertility] of colored bacteria were less than numerical enough to infect her?

Or not infected with objects, substances?

But we also witnessed the phenomenon of enemy spears icing and increasing sharpness during battle, so it's hard to discard the possibility that you can even infect an object if you touch the raw liquid of colored bacteria in the sphere.

I can make some assumptions, but I still don't have enough experiments.

"Uh, I was just wondering, Taro..."

Whoa, you shouldn't.

I've just decided not to give up conversation with them, but when alchemy is involved, communication sticks up in the sky.

Mr. Sizkamashiro has spoken to me like a snack, so I look back on him.

Must be about the flow of the conversation, about the tactics?

"If you have any questions about alchemy, I'll take whatever you want," he said, adding a social smile.

"Didn't they call you" Angel of Silver "?

"Huh!?

What an ambush attack.

My heart is about to pop out to a question I'm not exactly expecting.

"Hakugan......"

Sure, there were a lot of times they called me that from around... but could it be a name known to such a mercenary (player)...

In that case, we will have to be quite vigilant in the future.

The higher the visibility, the higher the element of clan clan that other mercenaries (players) can see.

Listen to my monologue, and Mr. Gohangod and Mr. Hiroki will focus their gaze on this one with interest.

"I knew you would."

"It looks like a rumor..."

"Oh, you know," Angel of Silver "who's building an avid fan base on some mercenaries (players)?

Oh, such, fanatical fans!?

No, we should be more alert to visibility now than surprised there. Is it rumored that I am a mercenary (player)... that this is increasingly a mercenary (player) relationship to be cautious?

Or High Soudes here, I'm too worried about what Mr. Twa would think if I answered what he said. "Silver Angel" or something. Too sick? Don't they pull it off?

How best to answer, Taro Man!

Flush your gaze sideways so you can escape their gaze.

"Oh, uh... well, you know what?"

Tongue. Turn around. Don't hang on. You're gonna pretend to be calm.

Lead the best solution!

Chirali and Akane... If you steal Mr. Twa, you're still looking at me with interest.

"... Damn, damn... I..."

You look just like me. What an excuse would work?

No, no, I don't want to lie badly in front of Mr. Twa in the first place.

But don't you run out of "I'm an angel of silver," and Mr. Twa laughs at me for "Pupp, Uke"?

If they do that, it won't be over.

Wouldn't it be too easy for a boy to say 'angel' himself in the first place?

For example, on the day that Shaky Night glowed those Dada glasses and said, "I'm an angel," I'm going to burst into laughter and I want to wonder if he hit me in the head.

... Guuuuuuu.

Imagine a future in which I am bored and tormented by shame, and a fierce grid is played out in my brain.

Should I tell you, or should I lie?

"Damn... no... but I..."

I arrived in front of the castle gate of Ignistra, the capital of the kingdom of Ignitol, "Thunderflame-looking capital", while worried about how to answer.

Strawberries and NPC soldiers gather from the barracks of the soldiers.

That number seems to be slightly over 20.

"What's going on? Silver angel, what can we do?"

"We did something!? Silver angels know what you are!?

"Enemy!? Everybody stay alert! Silver angels, please!

Yeah, I hope you don't call me silver either.

I haven't assured you yet... I can't help but worry about Mr. Twa's eyes.

Nonetheless, it is a shame that the topic of 'Silver Angel Doubt' has shifted to the response of NPC soldiers, arguably an anomaly. But just as we're all on guard, I look out for the NPC soldiers as well.

Because there are some mercenaries (players) besides us in front of the castle gate, but somehow we were the only ones gathering NPC soldiers.

I have to wonder what this is all about.

The NPC soldiers align themselves beautifully against us to keep our guard tight.

And the most leading soldier-like man pronounced it exalted.

"All of you, sister princess."

"" "Sister Princess of the Redemption!

"" "Thank you Princess Taro!

Huh...?

What the hell is this...?

Too suddenly I'm just confused by what the NPC soldiers are saying.

More than two dozen NPC soldiers were spectacular enough to kneel down and make their way... but I can't keep them on the ground forever... and I'm not standing up either, so I'll ask them what they mean.

"Um, what do you mean, princess?

"Queen Ignitore asked Her Majesty to treat the hero of the Redemption, Taro, like His Majesty's own sister, you… the people are so well served"

"Or even freak out the promise of Her Majesty the Queen and her sister-in-law!? Pleasant stories flow and the hearts of the people are filled with joy!

Ho, ho... is there such a rumor going on...

"Was Taro a princess?!?

Ask me strangely, Mr. Twa. Her eyes sparkle a few steps more than when The Silver Angel Suspect was out. When I was stared at with that anticipating look, I had to nod as a man.

"Ahaha ~"

There is no other way to laugh bitterly and jump to the escape path of misery.

"Hi, it's the princess."

I feel like I dug some terrible graves.

I didn't even dream that the day would come when I'd do a piece or two and say 'I'm a princess' with a tight smile on my face...

There's no reason to know my mood like that, 'Wow, you were a princess' and 'Certification of a princess from the NPC country is a case!?' "What the hell kind of hidden route quest can I complete to be a princess!? 'The men praised me with surprise.

Yes, let's think positively.

How did "Silver Angel" survive the conversation? I chose the escape route, it was this behavior that I could take even if it was glorious, but I settled on this because it praised me as purely 'amazing' to the fateful Mr. Twa.

To be honest, angels and princesses aren't that different in me... but maybe there's some kind of value standard in Mr. Twa.

Anyway, my peace of mind was preserved, and I think even Mr. Twa could have appealed to the man I could count on. Isn't that great?

Steal a glimpse of the men.

There are few things I can compete for as a man. Anyway, face and height are not the right level to compete for masculinity.

But when it comes to men, the three highs of power, economics, and academia are the first ones to say it.

One of them, I feel my power has been amply demonstrated by the actions of the soldiers.

Hehe.

I went to Ignistra, the thunderous capital, and entered the castle with a bip treatment.

Come on, Mr. Twa, I'll take care of the escort.

"Talo kun, princess (...) is so cute (...)!"

Ooh......

Mr. Twa's words stabbed Gusari in the chest.