被男人吃奶很爽的毛片

"Wolf, I'm going out for a drink, how about that?

"Oh, I'm coming with you."

"Do you speak to Kirk?

"No, I went home today. He said he's off tomorrow."

"Right."

Normally it's Dorino knocking on the door, but behind Randolph today, he's not speaking out.

"Drino, what's wrong?

"Nothing..."

That's what he says, but he punches his shoe heel (heel) on the floor oddly often. Apparently, he's in a bad mood.

"Oh, wait a minute. I'll get my glasses and purse."

Wolfe leaves the door open and returns to the back of the room.

On the wall are sand lizards (sandrizzards) on the surface and a black coat of Wyburn skin on the back. I borrowed it again the other day on the return of the green tower, due to the sudden rain.

I can see it through the entrance, and Dorino narrows his blue eyes still.

"Did you still have that coat... no, did you find a merchant who was helped when Wyburn? At first it was noisy, and then I stopped saying anything."

Wolf subtly let his eyes swim.

Dahlia, then, has not explained the details to the squad or to a friend.

Somehow it was hard to talk, no, I'd be more right to say I didn't want to.

"The... the one Darya helped me in the woods when he took it to Wyburn..."

"Huh? The merchant was a man. Rossetti, isn't the chairman a woman?"

Answering as he went out into the hallway, Dorino raised his voice a little.

"Darya pretended to be a man in the woods. Don't let me worry you."

"You put a stranger in a carriage, gave me a potion and a meal, lent me a coat, and left without even telling me where he lived...... what a man"

"Randolph, that's the wrong word. 'Manly' is a word to say to a man"

Randolph's mother says she's from a neighboring country. Moreover, Randolph himself has long studied in neighbouring countries.

For that reason, the foundations of Randolph still seem to be the language of neighbouring countries. There are still some words and expressions that are uncertain.

"So 'in front of a woman' is fine?

"I don't have that word, and a cool woman......?" Feminine "in return for" masculinity "? No. What do you mean, seriously?

Randolph and Wolfe began speaking the languages of their neighbors.

Silent Dorino gradually turns blue and folds his upper body with his hands against his face.

"... Wow, me, suck!

"Drino, suddenly what?

"What's up, Dorino?

Like a sudden friend, they both speak at the same time.

"I did a tremendous fool to the chairman of Rossetti's Chamber of Commerce. I have to apologize..."

"I did stupid, what?

"Well... I mistook it and said I hated it out of focus..."

Wolfe takes a few steps forward and stands in front of Drino. My beat sounded dokun on my head for some reason.

"What did I say, I want to ask you?

"... reflecting. I'll send you an apology letter right away, and the next time I see you, I'll apologize on my knees."

"What did you say to Darya?

Without realizing it himself, Wolfe was turning his cold intimidation to Drino in full swing.

Drino solidifies and vomits his words as he squeezes.

"I was surprised to see that Wolfe was not alert at all and that there was a woman who was a lot better at keeping hands off her"

For a moment, my hand was reaching for Dorino's collar.

I don't feel the weight on a friend I lifted with my left hand.

I can't speak with surprise and anger as I hold my friend down to paste it on the wall.

I have no idea why Dorino said that to Darya, or why his own friend said that.

"Wolf, don't!

Randolph is trying to stop himself from his back side.

I meant to gently pretend with my right hand, but the sound of something heavy hitting the wall sounded dull.

"Vol... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

At the tip of his left hand, he let go of his hand as a hack, to his bright red face and his cut voice.

Drino, who collapses on the hallway floor, coughs hard.

If you pretend back, Randolph in the back, he hadn't been able to get up yet.

Wolfe finds her tightly gripped left hand and finally breathes.

"... sorry, Dorino. Cut."

"No, it's totally my fault. It's this way to apologize."

"Randolph, I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

"No problem. Never mind."

As we converse with each other in a subtle way, the people in the nearby room come out.

He asked if there was a loud noise but something had happened, and he was returning that Drino had fallen for a joke.

"Drino, let's go apologize now"

"Soon? Wouldn't it be rude to go from this hour?

"I want you to apologize immediately. I think it would be harder for Dahlia to stay like this."

"Okay. Wolf, I'm sorry, but I need guidance and mediation."

Drino in front of him bowed his head deeply to himself.

When I rushed the carriage and came to the green tower, the sun was setting.

When Wolf touches with one hand and opens the gate, he rings the tower doorbell.

I heard the footsteps I was used to hearing, and Dahlia came out the door with her face. You were preparing your meal, you look like an apron.

"Wolf, is something wrong?

"Sorry for the sudden. Um... I wanted to apologize to Drino for today. Randolph asked me to come with him."

From the time of the carriage raid when he was ten years old to today, Wolfe had never been seriously clean with his human opponent.

Looking back at myself in today's barracks, I am also a little anxious to hear Drino's apology. I asked Randolph to accompany me for that.

Nevertheless, that Randolph has also poked him in the hallway, so he's telling himself to stay calm anyway.

"Um, I can see it off the road when we're talking here, so is that okay with you?

"Do you mind if I put you in the tower? Anything in the backyard is fine. Is it okay to talk to Drino?

"Wolf's here, so it's okay."

A smile that answers itself slightly stings my chest.

I got worried that she wouldn't look uncomfortable with Drino, that she might be imposing.

Call two people from outside the gate and enter the workshop on the ground floor for four.

Immediately, across from Darya, Dorino knelt to his left.

"Rossetti, Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, said something very bad today because of my mistake. I withdraw and apologize. Sorry!

Drino bowed his head deeply and didn't keep it up.

A knight on one knee and bowing his head is a form of strong apology and reflection. I would never do that.

"Um, stand up and raise your head, Mr. Bertie!

Ask alongside the grated Dahlia, Wolf asks in a low voice.

"Dorino, I'd like to ask you why you got it wrong?

"... besides Wolfe, I even called him Randolph by name, because he sneered at me. And since Wolfe seemed to be somewhat close, I thought it might be the Chamber of Commerce 'trap woman'..."

"What is' trap woman '?

Dorino shifted his gaze gently from Dahlia, who questioned him in surprise.

"... to put the merchandise of the Chamber of Commerce in the royal castle, the one who would use a woman as a weapon or become a fake (let it be) love friend. Unsurprisingly, there are many in the royal castle. Besides" Trap Woman, "there's also" Trap Man. "

"Wait a minute, Dorino. You laughed at me, you seemed like I was close, that's all?

"That's not all. I introduced myself to the common people of Lower Town at the Royal Castle, and I can't believe that the young woman I met smiled at me, besides" Trap Woman "..."

To Dorino, who sighs and says, Wolfe snapped his neck.

"Even Dorino was called out, and the maid gave him a letter."

"All I can talk to you about is wanting me to get along with you. And the letters are addressed to you and Randolph. I'm telling you to give it all back to me."

"Me, I haven't heard that at all?

"You, I would care if I told you. Even if you didn't, you wanted to."

Continue to ask questions while a little confused by the fact that you didn't notice at all.

"But still, it's not like Dalya's a trap woman."

"Sometimes they come after adult routes, like a clear system where... there will never be. We have seniors who have been scratched and discharged, though. When I confessed, I went in and scratched around for a while, too. So, that... overlapped where I shouldn't be."

"It's a mistake from self-history."

Until then, Randolph, who remained silent, opened his mouth for the first time.

"Dorino. I wished to call Miss Dalya Randolph because she was a friend of Wolf and because she had many names of the same"

"You, you had more than two months until you told me to call you 'Randolph'? How many times have I met the chairman of Rossetti's business? It's too soon."

"For a while when I joined the Demon Crusade Corps, I was concerned about my badger and couldn't talk to him. I'm not good at talking, but I'm still good at it."

"Is that what you mean..."

Randolph's words were the language of neighboring countries to suit his mother.

I thought he was an oligarchy, but that wasn't all he said.

Where the doubt was roughly resolved, the men became quiet and their gaze gathered in nature and Dahlia.

"Uh... I know the general contents." I accept Mr. Bertie's apology, "so you're glad, right?

"I don't care how you say it. I'm so sorry! I didn't even know Mr. Rossetti was a benefactor to Wolfe."

"Wolf, were you talking about in the woods?

Darya asks back like she's in a little trouble.

But before Wolf could answer, the two people in front of him nodded deeply.

"I heard. I had a deep sigh in the dining room."

"I heard it as well. He said he wanted to find it somehow."

"Well, both of you, that's about it."

Wolfe raises one hand and stops because suddenly it's going to be explained in detail. I don't want the boulder to ask Darya.

"Uh... Wolf, can I have a word?

"What?"

Speaking in a whisper to neighboring Darya, Wolfe only distanced herself a little.

"So, at dinner, Irma and Irma's aunt were supposed to come, but a message came to me that my aunt fell asleep with a cold and Irma couldn't come because she might have a cold, too. So, I was just wondering what to do with the dishes lined up... it's not a big deal, but can't we just get along?

"... Honestly, I don't want you to go up there"

"Oh, Wolfe doesn't mind, but if you normally think about it, ask the Knight of the Royal Castle to dispose of the dishes, it's rude, and you don't..."

"No, I'm not..."

If you look across the street, there's Dorino with an awful dark face and Randolph with a rare and troubled face.

"I don't like making you feel uncomfortable or hassle free."

"I was surprised when they did say it, and to be honest, I didn't know why it was until just now, and I was worried all around. But I got a proper apology, and I know why, so I'm fine now. And Mr. Bertie is worried about you two."

"Worried?"

"Mr. Bertie, 'Don't just imitate them like you make them cry,' he bowed his head to me. So I thought there might have been a difference."

"President of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, it is…"

Dorino said so at first, hissing his head.

"No, no more, I'm sorry I got it wrong on my own, got ahead of me. Really, too pitiful..."

"Drino, why"

"Doesn't that mean that Wolff and Mr. Randolph are important? Mr. Bertie won't gain anything from telling me."

Rarely whispered his words, and Dahlia said.

Dorino circles his eyes and finds her with those blue eyes.

"This fight, no, I don't know if I can describe it as a fight - why don't you put up Miss Dahlia's face and put it away in this corner?

To Randolph's words, Darya laughed and nodded, and the two remaining finally loosened their expressions.

Eventually, we decided to go upstairs in response to Darya's invitation.

In front of the stairs, she stops walking.

"Speaking of which, my father said that my boyfriend's fight would be forgotten if I apologized and drank. Is that what it is?

"There may be some. But that, what happens if you're a girlfriend?

"You can apologize down there. Or shut up and listen to me."

"My father said that fights with women 'be prepared to be dug back after the maturation period'. While I was in the kitchen, it was to my boyfriend. It's terrible, isn't it?"

"… Aging Period"

To Randolph, who turns back a single word with a blur, Wolfe distorts his mouth.

"I want to avoid getting dug back when I forget..."

"Oh, not at all..."

The three men point their gaze at each other elsewhere.

Each eye is far away and I don't know where I'm looking.

"We need to discuss this a lot and not have a fight."

The smile I pretended to have on the stairs looked like some older woman.