Chapter 388

Chapter 388: 388

The feathered little woman is floating in the air. The wings don’t match up or down, so it doesn’t seem to be the way to fly where the wings push the air and say what to do.

The woman stayed floating and bowed to the pepper.

“I’ll see you first. My name is Gisele.”

“Huh.”

What a dumb reply I get in front of you. Deanna or Liddy in the back, I heard a cough, and I got a little posture right.

“Excuse me, what are you talking about? Come in.”

I don’t know how much of a burden it would be to Mr. Gisele to be floating, but it seems somewhat of a burden, and I’ll have him sit down.

“Well, thank you”

Giselle smiled with the adjective as it stood, like a flower’s dust, and came in with a furrow.

“This way, please.”

“Hi.”

I can’t even have you sitting in a chair, so I decide to have you sitting on the table.

This may be the first time we have had trouble with customers of different sizes. Anne is a giant with a big body, as opposed to Mr. Gisele, but not as big as her mother is a giant and her father sometimes says human race, or troubled. I’ve made some adjustments to the size of the bed.

Though I thought I would prepare the larger one at that time, the smaller one was not in my mind.

But normally, if some people are so big, some are so small…

Be careful when you align something in the future.

Ask Rike to prepare some mint tea, but Mr. Gisele’s size cup is naturally not.

I had no choice, so they put me in the smallest container we have. Still about half the size of Mr. Gisele.

“I know it’s inconvenient, but here you go”

“Well, thank you. Smells good.”

The temperatures have been getting higher lately, and the sober aroma of the mint will feel better. In the meantime, I guess the grasp of hospitality looks okay.

Mr. Giselle put her mouth gently close to the cup and sipped. It’s not like we’re drinking from a big polybucket if we say so.

“Pfft. It’s delicious! We don’t really say this, so it’s fun.”

You look like a fairy, and do you drink flower nectar or something? Should I ask Liddy to grow flowers too?

“That’s good.”

“Um, so that’s it”

Mr. Gisele has corrected his residence. All of us, correct our posture.

“Aether here… magic among you, did you say? Would you like to do your refining?

“No, I’m not purifying it intentionally…”I shook my head to the side. Demonic gems can be done because they are a by-product of the work of curing megistium, not because they are aimed at it.

What I could do is unstable and disappears quickly.

“I’ve always wondered if there’s ever been an increase in magic, but today’s was stronger, so I thought you were working on that…”

“No, it was something that needed magic to stiffen this ring, and as a by-product of it, the magic hardened. And it just disappeared.”

“Really…”

When I show you the Megistium ring, Mr. Gisele drops the gacoon and his little shoulder. Will it be easy for us to understand that the motion is exaggerated?

“Was that what you wanted?

“Yeah, I don’t know what to say…”

Mr. Giselle looked lost for a moment. It also feels like the doll is moving because the nose is noticeably cute.

“You know this forest is filled with strong magic, right?

We all nodded. You told Anne from me. Well, does someone talk even if I didn’t? Magic is heavily involved

“So we fairies live in these woods, too, but from time to time, we have something sick.”

“Disease? Like fever?

“Yes, it’s a little different from what you all take, but the magic comes out of your body.”

“That’s right…”

I don’t want to imitate a shadow to the light I saw around the corner, but the facts are unbendable. Mr. Giselle sat back down again.

Um, if I can handle this, I’d like to. Oh, well.

“You just have to have strong magic, right?

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Then if anyone suffers from the disease, bring them here. We’ll make crystals on the spot, so if that cures it. Until we can make sure the crystals don’t collapse. So what?

It’s not as fine as a doctor, but if that saves the fairies’ lives, it’s cheap.

“Is that okay!?

“Yes.”

Standing up again, Mr. Gisele. A flower of joy blooms on its face.

“Regards!

Mr. Gisele lowered his head with a peck. I wonder if what’s done around here is common among all races is a remnant of the old war.

Mr. Giselle squeezed his finger like I was going to shake his hand when I gave him my finger.