被男人吃奶很爽的毛片

As I sigh, I turn my immobile dagger into a magic box.

On top of the demon seal box, the metal plates in stock were stacked securely.

"Darya, I knew you wouldn\'t go for a drink?

"Yeah, let\'s do that"

I responded promptly to Wolfe\'s suggestion.

During the work, I was thrilled to celebrate my tentative completion and go for a drink.

but it turned out to be a double failure.

You should go outside to change your mood here. Fortunately, it\'s still afternoon tea time.

"Yes, shall we go to the South Side to buy a glass of East Wine? If you buy it and then go to dinner, I think it\'s just the right time."

At Wolfe\'s suggestion, he was to look for a glass of eastern liquor (azuke) that had been extended.

There is a port in the southern district of Wangdu. There are various import stores in the country as well as many that deal in glassware and ceramics.

Some glasses are likely to be suitable for East sake (Azumaki).

"Would a glass of eastern liquor fit a smaller glass?

"Perhaps so. And the ceramics are going to fit."

As we speak, transfer the boarding carriage twice to the shopping area of the South Side.

It\'s still quite hot today. I keep a cold fan in the tower workshop, but it\'s a summer day with little wind outside.

Wolfe looks up to the fairy crystal glasses and the sun.

"What\'s wrong?

"It\'s going to be hot this year, so I\'m just praying there aren\'t many expeditions"

Sure, an expedition must be hard when temperatures are high. The battle, of course, has been a lot of travel, and I\'m going to be sleepless at night.

"When you\'re on an expedition, do you sleep in a sleeping bag in a tent?

Darya asked what she had in mind.

"I sleep in a tent, but I guess summer stays the same, blanket. When it\'s cold, I use the" Sleeping Bag to Wear ", which allows me to keep moving. My hands are moving, my legs are more free. They used to hang up sleeping bags when it was an emergency, but it was a waste, and while I was asking the vendor to replace them, that\'s what happened."

From "Sleeping Bags" to "Sleeping Bags to Wear," they said that was a necessary evolution.

Sure, if a demon comes to a place where you can\'t sleep and move, it won\'t spill.

"The seniors tell me that expeditions are easier than they used to be. Some sleeping bags were worn, waterproof cloths were made, and the number of horses increased. But I\'m still talking about the same meal."

"I hope the small demon guide stove helps. We\'re still on the way, but we\'re prototyping to make it smaller and lighter now."

The design book I got for Fermo was very helpful.

Now I\'m trying a lot to change the material, try changing the body from square to round, try reducing the rounding of the ends and lowering the height.

"Lighter than now, how much?

"Ideally, it\'s for one leather bag of wine. Demon stone efficiency drops, but take the part where the pan is placed and apply the pan and the hot surface directly"

"If it was for a bag of wine, I\'d be able to hold one for one. Oh, don\'t worry about the fire demon stone consumption. Because if you have to, the guy who can use fire magic will make up for the demon stone. He says he\'s good at fire magic because he can hardly use it in the woods, so he has too much magic."

"Really? Well, let\'s try to minimize Demon Stone efficiency and go in the direction of sharpening the weight"

As we talked, we walked from the carriage stop to the entrance to the shopping area.

As we approach the shopping area, there is more buzz and heat in people. I also began to smell the sea slightly.

The voice of the sale, the interaction between the customer and the clerk, the chatter of the walkers, the mixing. That also sounds like music.

Once inside, the shops line up to the left and right of the road, as far as I can see. The central road was a mess for many.

In the crowd, there\'s no such thing as a couple walking hand in hand like escorts. Most of the time I hold hands or keep my arms tight.

In the case of aristocracy, however, as a general rule, only fleshly or intimately couples arm themselves.

Wolfe hesitated so much to tell Darya to arm herself.

"... Darya, can you grab the sleeve of your jacket until you get out of this crowd?

After thinking about it, Wolfe chose \'Sleeveless\'.

Fortunately, he wears long sleeves, not short sleeves. Put your sleeve down and you\'ll be your own \'handshake\'.

"Well, I\'ll borrow you...... if you\'re doing something like this, you sound like I\'m a kid"

Wolfe laughs at Dalya, who says she\'s in a little trouble.

"Think it\'s better than getting lost, have patience"

"Okay, I\'ll make sure it doesn\'t slip away"

Darya noticed after entering the crowd.

With this man\'s tall height, we can see where he is in the crowd. I wouldn\'t have gotten away with just following the back.

But now it\'s hard to say that, too. I was a little concerned that the sleeve I was grabbing might not stretch.

"Oh, it\'s Darya."

In front of him, a stubborn looking man with sandy hair stopped.

"Hello, Marcella"

"Hello. Uh, what about you?

"Uh, I told you before, you\'re my friend and you became a Chamber Guarantor, Wolf"

The story seemed to continue, so the three of us move to the edge of the road to avoid getting in the way of the crowd.

"This is Marcella Nuvolari, a friend of Mr. Darya\'s with his wife. Likewise, we are guarantors of the Chamber of Commerce. Thank you very much."

Marcella bowed her head in a completely different tone and atmosphere than usual.

I\'ve never seen a Marcella for nobility, but it\'s very smooth. I guess I\'m used to it because I\'m also in and out of aristocratic mansions for my shipping guild job.

"I\'m Volfredo Scalfalotto. Nice to meet you."

Wolfe feels like a business mode.

This is my first meeting, so I can see the subtle tension between the two.

"Um, I was talking about drinking with you next time, Mr. Marcella."

"Yes, it was."

It was Wolfe who eased the tension first. Head to Marcella and talk with a neat smile.

"The house is aristocratic, but I live in a barracks, because I\'m close to just a citizen. Feel free to talk to the Chamber of Commerce officials."

"If we have plans with each other, can we all have a drink at the tower?

"I don\'t mind this one... neither I nor Irma know how to be polite, so I might be rude"

"I don\'t care. I was delighted to treat you to" Steamed Wine with Green Tower Exclusive Clams "because it was me."

"Is that it? Could it be that the customer at that time..."

"It was a pleasure. That clam was so good..."

A man in front of me blew out at Wolfe, who squeaked badly.

"Oh, my God, that\'s fine. Next time a good clam comes in, I\'ll bring it to the tower about double."

"Well, I\'ll take a nice drink to the tower."

"Hey, both of you, we\'re not meeting places, are we?

Wolf and Marcella laugh at the words.

Dalya was relieved by the two people who apparently seemed to fit the story quite well.

"Is Mr. Marcella shopping?

"My work buddy got married, so I came to buy it on behalf of everyone else\'s celebration. \'The Haulier of Fortune\' because he won in Junken"

I guess it\'s after I already bought it. There was a fairly large white crate on my right hand side. The hippo on the crate extends with a pin and seems to be heavier.

"When I win in Junken, do I get the right to go buy a wedding celebration"

"It fits in a way...... I\'m lucky to have someone hit me with a whale or win the most in the junket, so as a \'hauler of luck\', I ask that person to go buy it and grab the edge"

"It is. I didn\'t know that."

Apparently not in the aristocracy, a celebration of the common people.

Dariya had never even realized that it was exclusive to the common people because she had seen it so closely before.

"Mr. Marcella, what\'s the celebration?

"They requested dishes, flat dishes, soup dishes and cups and... well, that\'s a set. I\'m just about to deliver it."

"You\'re going to get a lot of luck working for a shipping guild called The Haulier of Fortune."

"It\'s perfect. Okay, \'cause I have time for the carriage. We\'re both looking forward to a drink soon."

"I\'m looking forward to it, too."

Marcella and Wolfe parted laughing at each other with unexpected insecurity.

"By now, even elementary school students will be as connected as their hands..."

Marcella grinned as she broke up with the Dahlias and walked away.

We\'ll both be in our twenties, but from my point of view, we\'re in the middle of a teen, like a couple starting dating.

What Darya was grabbing was a man\'s sleeve. I tend to hesitate to even that, weakness that would keep me out of my hands if I moved big.

The man was walking a short while ahead to keep pace with Dahlia and not bump into the crowd. Her gaze always looked ahead on Dahlia\'s side and was careful not to let her bump into her. The moment I spoke up, I was also putting safety checks first.

I don\'t feel like making fun of a man who\'s so desperate to protect a woman that he laughs.

I remember myself starting to hang out with Irma, and my back itched a little bit.

I must have seen Darya with Tobias many times, but I can\'t remember him arming up.

I don\'t know how much it would be, but no matter how many memories I follow, all I can think of is Darya with the look on her face (Kao) taking care of her family, who was embracing her drunk Tobias or buttoning her taken on the spot.

The opposite is true.

I don\'t remember Tobias pointing a feverish gaze or word at Darya.

Even when the two of us are drinking, do you feel comfortable because Dahlia does something dangerous with the prototype, or because the guy you\'re dealing with came to you and worried about you with Carlo?

As I asked, \'Are you Darya\'s brother?!\' Sometimes that\'s what I said.

Both Tobias and Darya were certainly together as fiancées, but wasn\'t that like my brother and sister had changed?

No fever of love, no madness, we were just trying to be a family together.

The truth is that even when those two were there, I was supposed to win in the junket and be the \'hauler of luck\'.

It was a farewell before asking for a gift, but maybe that\'s what I was lucky to do.

"... you don\'t sound like a bad guy"

A tall brunette man, standing next to Dahlia.

A serene looking face and a soft but well-traveled voice.

And the heat of gaze toward Dahlia, which is also clear from above the glasses.

Honestly, I don\'t like aristocracy, and I\'m not good at it. Still, I\'d like to think apart from the man I just had.

It\'s only been a month since my engagement was broken.

Go on. I don\'t want to see Darya hurt.

\'Stone Bridge\', which could be my friend\'s love road, is where I want to slap him quite a bit.

"Next drink, why don\'t you just follow me..."

The haulier of luck took care of the crate and boarded the carriage.