Katsudon did not appear in the interrogation room. First of all, there is a pork cutlet in this world. I eat a variety of at dishes, but I haven't yet arrived at at that I can say with confidence. And rice. The dietary life in the fantasy world is much more fulfilling (in terms of taste) than in the original world, but it's not surprising to occasionally miss Japanese ho cooking.
Despite the light interview, my innocence was not confird at that point, and I was to spend so ti in a prison in a patrol garrison. He explained the content of the interview almost faithfully, but decided that the man involved in Fima was not a son of the aristocrat, but a light-hearted Chara man. If you talk in detail, it's clearly guilty of having troubled the aristocrat with the problem before bringing him around. Hmm? Isn't that captain's call of "the riot" so irrelevant? No problem, because I don't an to tell the truth until I have the opportunity.
Now, a group of Imperial soldiers withdrew after hearing of my situation, and I was pushed into an underground jail, guided by a patrol working at this station.
It is a clean environnt, whether it is cleaned regularly or more than you think. The area is too large to be called "jail". However, instead of a bed, an uncomfortable cloth that overlaps the corner of the room. The light is minimal, and if you read a book for a long ti, your eyes are going to be bad.
So of those prisoners already had custors before .
He is an "893" older brother with a strict tattoo on his half of his face. As soon as I was put in jail, I lay down on my back but turned my gaze to this.
"……… with change" "Silently put in quickly"
My wish was ruthlessly cut off, and the patrol, which locked the door of the prison, went up the stairs to the ground.
The left and my 893 brother. It is not a combination that wants to share a bed, though not very. If it is impossible to change the jail, I would like a change in personnel. If possible, a ponytail sister with rich breasts.
The tattooed brother stood up in a sled when I was gennady. He walked straight to and grabbed my chest without any warning.
"It's bad. I'm sorry now. Give a little extra (Gush!)"
This is the return of "I want to crush the front mouth".
Imdiately after grabbing the chest, I grabbed the chest from here, and without hesitation he slamd my head into the nose of a tattoo that created a sense of intimidation.
"Hebu!"
Well, I heard a similar scream with a different voice very recently. Well, anyway, there is no doubt that various preparations are required.
The tattoo with the head butt involuntarily lifted my hand from my chest and moved back. While I'm still confused because my brain can't handle the pain, I pay my feet and fall. The staggered and rattled body collapsed surprisingly easily. I straddle the tattooed body on my back just like in the appearance scene,
Mount position is complete.
"Tee te! What do you suddenly do?"
Gushari.
"This is it! Who do you think I am?"
Gushari.
"Cho, ma, talk about people."
Gushari.
"Hi, ta, please. Let's talk."
Gushari.
…………………………….
From there. Every ti a tattoo uttered sothing, I silently slamd my head. As the color of the rebellious feelings gradually faded from the man's eyes, I grabbed the chest of a man whose face was dyed red with nosebleeds and spoke plainly.
"I'm not doing anything." "Kahuh ... what are you saying?" "You just hit my face against the wall and gave my nosebleed. I did n't let you do that. Did you see? "" …………………………… "
I shake my head again to feed my head.
"Oh, I understand! I understand, stop it!" "......... Stop it?" "No, no! Please! Stop it! I won't listen to my cheeky mouth again!" It's okay "
As I smiled and nodded with a smile, the tattooed face, though supposed to be bloodstained, turned pale, and raised and lowered my head like a broken doll. Apparently I was overwheld by my angelic smile.
Although it looks "893", it was imdiately apparent that the tattoo was badly woody.
Physical language Anyway, a hardcore outlaw, if it is bad, if you hit the upper and lower relationship firmly, it will be obedient. If you are the first person to suddenly grab the chest of a person, the first eting is the most effective. After that, if you repeat "" with patience and patience, it is mysterious that the younger brother is completed.
The blood that stains my forehead and the face of a man is wiped off with a worst-feeling cloth instead of a blanket, and then rubbed in place on the wall. Now, when a third party looks at the scene, the situation is that a tattooed man hit his face against a wall.
Yes, I'm not doing anything.
Has the foundation for at least a comfortable prison life been set?
"And tattoos. What are you doing here?"
I got along with one of the conditions for a comfortable prison life, "I'll be a cohabitant." I visited that to kill ti.
"Um ... um, my feet hurt ...
Standing with my arms folded in front of , there is a tattoo that uses a Japanese-specific sitting style "SEIZA" that can only be used by those who are not used to it. The first intimidation seed to be where she was, and she was worried about the pain coming from below her knees, like a newborn fawn. Aside from soft tatami mats, it will hurt if you sit straight on a stone floor. I'm the one that lets .
"Who can say the answer? Take the extra question and answer the question." "Hey, hey! I understand!"
With a little bit of coolness in the voice, the tattoo jumped straight back and recounted his own background.
That's not a big deal. Anything, tattoos are like a bad group of people following a certain noble son. He was summoned to search for a red-haired ponytail woman who was ashad of the leader's noble son. However, the woman was found, but she seed to have collaborators, and eventually was not caught. And a great scuffle that begins with the rubbing of responsibilities. In the end, the patrol heard the turmoil rushed in and the tattoo was caught unfortunately while other facets could escape.
………… It 's a very morable content.
It was just a small difference from my arrival in jail. On closer inspection, I had many blue bruises on my face in addition to my nose.
"Hmm? Speaking of which, one of my colleagues said," A woman's coworker is a gray-haired man. "..." Don't repeat it. No! "
………… No problem with this.
By the way, the reason why I tried to "kick up" myself was because my bosom had just entered midwinter. He usually spends his days getting money from the sons of the leader's aristocrats, and seems to have thought that he would have considerable inco today. However, he was angry at not being able to carry out the leader's orders, and ultimately had no inco. That was one of the causes of the great scuffle. Apparently, there are quite a few people in the group who don't pay their leaders their daily inco.
"Hey, work seriously."
My heartless word hits the heart of the tattoo critically.
I just said, "So, I'm not a rciless word right now. "Tsukko!" "(Gossut) Unreasonable !?"
Jokes aside.
"Don't you think you're going to be chasing a woman's ass and get paid? Or if you find such a bastard, I'll hit the German Supplex." "Oh, I think so too. , There is a limited number of jobs that people like at the bottom of a society can do ... "
There seems to be so feelings in my situation, and tattoos tend to look down.
"Even though, if you're going to hang out with the Kikka noble's" play "forever, you will surely get stuck soday."
Houses, such as aristocratic children who are delighted to lead the trouble, will also be troubled at ho. They are either handed away with a handful of money or, if worse, cut off without even handing it over. If you follow him, you'll fall to where you fall.
`` Deep into the genuine back society from the toe to the tip of the head, and if you do poorly, you will eventually be a lizard tail clipper ''
For the leader, tattoos are just one of his subordinates. Even if it hasn't been a problem until now, if there is sothing in the future, it may be a sacrifice on behalf of you.
Sohow I understood what I was trying to say, the tattoo bitterly bitten my lips. Contrary to strictly strong aspects, it is not fatally stupid.
When I noticed, it seed that "Sowhat teacher" in was on fire.
I seem to want to burn the broth when I see "The person who has fallen to the bottom" like Lukis. Perhaps you have pity on your family. And even though, you'll probably only have a limited number of people who can cook bonsai.
"And then ..."
Forgetting my fears of for a mont, my tattoos beca angry.
"I don't have any learning, no connection, no talent, what can I do? I have to be afraid of my noble son who doesn't like it. That's it! "
With the unmistakable anger of tattoos, I was convinced.
--- The "root" of this guy is not yet rotten.
Trees whose roots are not rotten will grow well if the environnt is in place.
In response to a tattoo that would be more angry, I took sothing out of my bosom and thrust it at him.
"Recomnded for you. You can earn daily money and eat delicious rice. Here is an attractive occupation that offers discounts on lodging."
My abrupt action killed and poured my gaze into the Guild Card, which stood out in front of .
"Oh, were you an adventurer?"
"If you beco an adventurer, you'll at least have trouble with your inco."
It is impossible to hunt and defeat monsters without any equipnt, but that is not the job of the adventurer alone. If you receive a request from a chore, you can earn a certain amount of daily money with less risk of life. I sotis get requests for mowing the garden.
"It's not a dream if you don't have the skills and the connections, depending on your skill. It will be much healthier than the nobles of the woodcut nobles." "Oh, I thought about adventurers at least once. It takes money to beco a silver coin.
Oh, sure. Small luxuries can be made with a single silver coin at ho. It would be a lot of money for a tattoo that is less than that.
"OK then."
If you leave your guild card in your pocket, take out two silver coins from the leather bag instead of your wallet. The tattoo doesn't imdiately respond to the silver coin that was just presented, and the coin and my face are seen alternately.
"Well, what's that?" "Of course, it's not free. It's a career advancent. If you beco an adventurer, triple it and return it." "Well, even one silver coin ........." "One silver coin." After that, it will disappear after a while, but one piece will cost you so living expenses and the other will be a fee for applying to the guild. "" ... Is it okay? It may be wasted? "
Tattoos may waste both silver coins. Submitting an application to the guild may fail the registration exam. Or for so other reason, the silver coins I gave might not make sense.
"Well, that would be the best if I could get it back."
I crouched down in front of the tattoo and grabbed my chest and pulled my face. I said in a low voice to the tattoo that revived my mory and beca pale again.
"But I think this is your last chance to crawl. If you miss this, you'll end up smoldering at the very bottom of society. If you don't like that, take the guild registration test whatever Pass in the dying mind. "
The tattoo, which slowly penetrated my head into my head, nodded slowly. His complexion was still bad, but his eyes showed a determined color.
I gave the chance to get up. It is up to you to fall.
"By the way, what's your na?" "What's this ti? Oh, I say Tamar, Aniki" "Who is Aniki?" "Of course you're Aniki! I'm really impressed with you. Let's call her Aniki! "" …… My na is Kanna "" Thank you, Kanna's Aniki! "
Although the brothers were like objects, they seed to be really born.
"By the way, how long should I do" Seiza "for Aniki? I haven't felt my feet anymore." "..............." Wow ah ah ah!
For a while, I played with Tamar's numb foot.
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