36 36 Stories Box Garden of Treasure Swords

"Use this colour for the mina."

Mr. Announ, who rode right on my invitation, deliberately took me to George's store where I was.

Hand her the "Clear Dark Gray" Skeleton Dark Gray "that she just made.

When Mr. Announ sees the transferred 'colour', he sheds a demonic light on his eyes and shows his surprise with solemnity.

"This is... Mr. Taro is a funny girl (...)"

I react with Pickle to Mr. Announ's words, which were spontaneously uttered.

... Girl, huh?

"To a young child like Mr. Taro, I'd say it's more like staying up late."

Mr. Announ, who looked closely at the jar of colour, turned his gaze to me. And after she checked around with Kyoro Kyoro.

"Mr. Tallo! Mr. Tallo! Tallo! It's a trick!

A little bit of vegetarian talking, Mr. Announ gave me a shout of joy and hugged me.

"Holy shit, dude! Taro is amazing!

For some reason, Mr. Announ sticks a sly cheek to my cheek. The many weights of clothes she wears are sarcastic and ticklish on her arms and chest.

"Oh, oh, yeah, yeah."

"Wonderful!

Excited, she kept scrubbing her cheeks for a while, and I figured I'd add more sexual guards.

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After a while, Mr. Announ returned calmly.

"Even so, I don't think Mr. Taro is a virgin (...)..."

Oh, the tone is back to Mr. Announ.

"I'm an alchemist."

And as great as it is, stand aside and say.

To remember a little hooked on Mr. Announ's words calling me a virgin, I was forced to put on a lid and stretch my chest with opium.

"How should I (like) this apology, Silver Li's Alchemy Princess?

Announ, who received "Color" again, has pinned his spine and lowered his head.

"No, because it started with a request that we make clothes."

"Still, it is. By myself, this' colour 'will never be readily available. The cost of"... "is coloring, right?

"Thank you"

Negotiations on the price of clothes also went smoothly, so much so.

Above all, I am delighted to see the purpose of the "(Hakama) worn by Mina at the event" Fairy Ball ".

"By the way, Mr. Tallo"

Mr. Announ asked as he narrowed his eyes as he hid his mouth with long sleeves.

"How did you get this" transparent grey dark "Skeleton Dark Gray," so Arinsu?

After all, did you get this question?

Otherwise I think for a moment into the expected words.

I felt like I could be honest with you, but it's a color that even Mr. Announ, who deals with colors, couldn't find.

Usually, it's a mystery how sewers make and collect dyes, and they want you to tell them around.

It's a trade secret.

So in the near future, let's tell each other more stories. I'll try to make a suggestion, including the implications I said.

"I want to know how the seamstress handles it too. If you like, next time, will you adventure with me again?

"It's not a wish or a fulfillment."

She took on my invitation with pleasure. She revealed the mouth she had hidden with her sleeves.

Her lips were arcing.

"Well, thank you, huh?

Mina no Hakama stares at Announ as well.

She nodded cocklessly, "It's time for the night to deepen, and abruptly" Chillin 'Chillin' Chillin '"at your leisure, blocking (chillin') Mr. Announ's dialogue and the sound of the store door opening.

"Is that where the story ends?

It was Okama, the shopkeeper, who opened the door.

Unlike his usual outfit, George wore himself in a pink leotard and a silver breastplate from above. Heireg's angle is strangely tight.

Really tight. Seriously tight.

Mortar... No, I can't put it in my mouth any more.

Anyway, it's definitely avanture crazy gear.

"Come on, Mr. George. Sorry to bother you."

I'm accepting that outfit without any scratch, Mr. Announ, wow.

"Joe, George! That gear... Oh, no, you were going somewhere more than that?

Really, am I the only one who gets a glance at the awful part?

No, I won't give in. I'm not giving in.

There's no way you can ever be blinded by Okama's hentai gear or anything.

"Hey, hey. ♪ Da n 'jo n' offense. Ooh! I also wanted to do a man's offense as it were! There were no offensive targets everywhere. Wow."

... Safe today, Clan Clan men's peace seems to have been preserved.

"No Mr. George to this dungeon?

"I was going to the Gate of the Dark Ashes King." Oh, look, while I was searching for the "Skeleton Dark Gray" needed by the angel Cucumbers, I didn't even level up or collect materials. It's a place that's going to drop in the name of the dungeon, right?

"It's a new dungeon. Pretty strong enemies pop or something."

"Hey, hey, hey. ♪ Thanks to this street ♪

George points over his own head.

George's level was displayed there.

George LV13.

"Could there be less Han (Otoko) to fight against me again?

A colored black punch perm that makes you feel lonely with your hands on your cheek.

"Well, at this stage, mercenary (player) levels are top notch."

"Yeah, but yeah. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the material the angel Cucumbers were looking for. Wow. That was just a melancholy dungeon over there. Wow."

I didn't know you were purposefully searching for the color we were looking for, exploring the depressing dungeons that were just dark... still a humane wolf.

Gear is hentai though.

"George. I could have gotten a clear grey dark" Skeleton Dark Gray. "Thanks for taking the time."

"Oh my God! Good. That's fine! That's Angel Chi Wow!

Did George express his joy all over his body or twist with Knekne?

The swelling of the crotch is also too poisonous for the eyes to respond to the movement.

Really, don't.

"Well, everywhere, there's no use for that dark (...) dungeon anymore. Hey! I also got a lot of materials.

Speaking of dark.

I recall the assisted log saying that to retrieve the "Decaying Red (Lot Scarlet)" accumulated in "The Demonic Mirror", it was better to extract it in a dark place without as much light as possible.

"That's right, George! Is there somewhere dark?

"Oh? What's the sudden matter?

"Needed for alchemy! But the dungeon George went to is too high for me. Then you won't be able to go... and George knows other dark places that can't reach the light?

Mr. Announ was picky when he heard about the alchemy.

Chill George confirmed that sideways, and Okama began to put his arms together for a little while to come up with something.

"Uh-huh... there's one, there's one."

Okama unwrapped the arm he put together after roaring for a while and whined as he fixed his own perm with both hands.

That's not the part to get ready for. Gear up. Do me a favor with the moderate one.

Really.

Without saying any wishes, I move on.

"Where is that? I want you to let me know if you like!

"Well, the angel Cucumber stays. Announ is no good. Now Hui Sword Shop Skills George is closed (...) Wow."

"Am I the only one out of company?

"George, the store is closed. You don't have to do anything for me."

I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I wait for George.

Rapid expansion.

"Announ. If you give me the edge of a craftsman, you know what I mean?

But George doesn't care about my reluctance, and he winks at Mr. Announ with both eyes closed.

I don't know what's going on, but I'm going to look at the two of them alternately.

I don't see the point of closing the store and George's intention to take Mr. Announ off and talk.

"If I may borrow the words of an angel."

George looks at me like he loves me, puts his pinky finger in his mouth, and speaks to Mr. Announ.

"It's a trade secret from here (...) Wow."

... Sure.

George wasn't supposed to be in the store when I said that dialogue.

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George, who confirmed that Mr. Announ had left the store, unloaded the drapes provided at the top of the show window and placed a sign on the store's entry and exit door labeled CLOSED.

The drapes blocked the light from the outside and the store was wrapped in thin darkness.

Pink Leotard Mockingjay Black Punch Perm Okama and Dark Chamber.

"Come on. Now you can't see it from the outside. Hey. Don't let anyone in the store."

Given the dialogue and the situation alone, I guess I'm a pinch.

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With a face that said I was in no mood for it, Okama rang it once with Chilean, wondering if she had taken out the little bell of gold.

The item generates a golden ripple in the air, which spreads into the store.

I thought the golden wave lines transmitted to the darkness were just a little pretty.

"It's, what?

"It's a 'bell screaming for the treacherous'. If assassination skills, so-called eavesdropping, clairvoyance, cover-up, and hearing skills-related abilities were activated within reach of this bell, they would shine red, not gold."

I see.

"I'm so vigilant."

"I don't suppose Angel realizes it because she's innocent, but in this world, mercenaries (players) and mercenaries (players) are constantly fighting. There's no harm in being vigilant. Especially if you're a top craftsman (...)."

"Yee-haw..."

You're a first-class craftsman. Maybe George is a great guy after all.

Again and again, I knew it was amazing because he was way off track enough to put his chest over a pink leotard.

"As far as the bell ripples go, it looks okay. Then I'll get dressed. Wow."

It's not like this guy was trying to figure out what's inside me.

George, as declared, changed his outfit.

Or something was so cool equipped.

The only cool thing though is the gear.

Okama, dark yummy makeup and Afro are not braced.

"Now, are you ready?"

Woven feather-like things like a white tone surcoat from the top, the inner is an okama that wears embroidered fine hemp clothes.

The cuffs of the coat are scattered to such an extent that the fine gems do not become gorgeous, and the hand is elegantly sparkling. Such an okama coughed once in a cohon.

George laughs a clumsy bitter laugh when George finds out that he's watching his gear.

"When you activate your decorating skills. Wow, you're going to be softened if you don't wear this. Out of the question, I may be a race in form."

Yes, a wolf who tears both eyes closing winks and breathes in suddenly.

What the hell do you say you do? You need to activate your decorating skills even though it tells you where it's dark?

From now on, the wolf in front of me becomes anxious about what to start against me (the girl) in the dark chamber.

"Joe, George......?

Okama slowly walks to the counter and reaches right into the wall of nothing.

"Every raw one seeks beauty equally. Our followers of decoration make it supreme to fulfill their wishes, and the sword that adorns themselves. If so, show us and clear the way to the Box Garden of the Sword."

Okama says it's cool!?

When George's right hand was enveloped in a dazzling light, the light slipped into the wall and split into several lines of light.

As it is, the light muscle begins to draw a certain object so that it elephants something.

That's the door.

The ink of light spun out a pattern of doors enough to reach 2 meters in diameter.

In a few moments, the walls came out, 3D, and transformed into real doors.

"Kame... Tora?

George silently pushes it and opens it to the inside.

Behind the door.

There was a dark room.

No, when George takes that step, the floor brings a pale light. Just as George illuminates every step of the way, doesn't he react only to his feet to produce a path of light?

Furthermore, the space that should have been closed in the dark, whether it was conditional on George entering this hidden room, gradually begins to bring back the light.

The identity of the light source is in the room. It's a crystal.

The colors are fragmented and vary in size from small grains of stuff to things about rocks.

They are all blurry and luminescent, as if they all echo George.

And I can also see appliances that are unknown for what they are used for.

"Here, I'm building Hui Sword (Arts), which entrusts my skills to mercenaries (players)."

I had no idea there was such a space behind the counter.

Bright Sword (Arts), a treasure sword that grants mercenaries (players) the benefit of the power of skill.

This is the place where the Shining Sword (Arts) stabbed into the crystal rests.

Exactly the box yard of treasure swords.

"Welcome, Angel Smile (Sweet Angel)"

She (Okama) broke her waist and thanked George for his awkward work.

"To my Workshop to Generate the Glorious Sword (Arts)"

The dark workshop was glowing.