被男人吃奶很爽的毛片

Apparently, the development of magic conductors varies greatly from country to country. In neighboring countries, I was a little surprised to be described as having a dedicated magic guide on the capture and breeding of demons.

On the second floor of the tower, on the bookshelf in the living room, there is a line of cooking books and magic guides related books.

On a stage-low bookshelf was a box of Wolfe's purchased demonic drawings the other day, with two white gloves next to it.

From the difference in size, it would be Darya and her own. I was somewhat happy with that.

"I think the bookshelf's about to be full."

When I put in the book that Darya bought today, the bookshelf was less empty.

"There's a big bookshelf on the fourth floor, so it's time to clear the room..."

At last I felt a definite shade in Darya.

He said Darya's room was on the third floor, so I guess the fourth floor is Carlo's room, my father.

"I wonder if your father's room will stay where it is until Darya feels better."

"As for the feeling, it's okay now. It's been a year since my father died, and I was going to clean it up. However, it is my father's room, but it is a study with a bookshelf, or a storage room, and it is a little difficult to get in..."

"If it's hard, you don't have to..."

"No, I'm not. The... because 'man's romance' or something is placed"

"A man's romance?

Dahlia, whose gaze shifted from body to body, began to speak against the wall.

"When I was in college, my father wouldn't clean that room too much, so I opened it to try to clean it when I was away. Then there were all these pictures of women on the floor..."

"figure painting......"

"Yep. I put everything in a garbage bag as far as I could see and burned it down with a reinforced dryer in the garden"

"... yes"

Wolf struck a mechanical gavel at his lack of interest. I can't do any other reactions.

"My father back told me not to come in because I would clean myself in the future because the romance of the man is stuck. I ignored the existence for about three days, but I was shocked that they abandoned me, and I stopped because I was so tired."

"Ah......"

That wasn't a shock to be abandoned the figure painting, I guess it was a shock to be ignored that Darya knew about it. But I can't tell you that either.

"I haven't been in there since, and I've been there since my father died. Occasionally, I used to burn insect repellent incense at the entrance... but when insects gush, I get in trouble, and then I put them together and throw them in a garbage bag."

Wolfe says on Darya's face that she doesn't want to do it.

"What do you want me to clean up? I don't care."

"... if you like something, you can bring it back, Wolf"

I think I stepped barefoot through the worst trap for the demon.

In addition, I remembered Captain Grate's strong intimidation, which I received in training when I was a rookie.

"No, I don't want to take it home or anything, really"

"I'm not mad at you."

Darya's voice sounded terribly flat.

"You have no reason to be angry. I don't know, but those things seem romantic. Wolfe said he was a hipster, and my father was a footman, and there might be something for his taste."

"No, wait a minute! Together..."

"Oh, excuse me. Is there a subdivision around it? Hipsters and feet are very different things, aren't they?

I don't know what to say to her as soon as possible when she asks me in the face.

In the meantime, the facial expressions hardened at all costs so that nothing happened.

"Well... it's too late in the summer, and after a year, I'm worried about bugs"

"Right, I just want to refrain from bugs..."

Looks like Dahlia raised the white flag, and Wolfe took on the role of putting together the rubbish from the study.

I've been to the rooftop of the green tower, but this is the first time I've been in a room on the fourth floor.

There are two rooms, one said to be Carlo's bedroom and one said to be a study.

But it seems that Dalya's father, who wasn't very good at tidiness, had combined his bedroom with his study and kept the one in storage.

The storeroom is the room in question.

"This is... kinda awesome"

Open the door, Wolfe grinned bitterly.

A picture of a woman with more skin tone scattered on the floor, notes like paper, a book that looks like a gap - less floor area visible for now.

Convinced that Darya is angry.

"Wolf, if you don't like it, you don't have to..."

"No, you just have to put it in this bag"

When I receive a bag of hemp from Dahlia with a troubled face in the hallway, I step into the room for now.

I can't move on with my legs, so I'll put the floor stuff together and make it a mountain for now.

Lightly piled up is a picture of a predominantly leg beautiful sister, three minutes high to her knees.

Honestly, I think I've collected enough.

It's going to be quite eye maintenance, but then it's set until Dahlia sees it with cold eyes. I want you to be careful and refrain.

In the hemp bag prepared by Dahlia, I will try to put a bunch of it in my hand for now.

but when I got the first bunch, the note-like paper in the magic guide relationship fell flashly.

Take that and go out into the hallway, I'll check with Dalya.

"Darya, looks like this is the one, but should I keep it?

"This is a proposed design for a large water heater...... sorry, could you leave it with a note of this hand?

"Okay."

As a result, we can no longer process them together at once.

Turn all over the figure painting to pull out notes and notes, and then put them in a hemp bag.

I decided to keep a summary of the notes and notes that came out without putting them in a bag and have Darya sort them out later.

On the way to the next mountain, on a thick notebook that remained open, I could see the letters Date and Dahlia.

It could be the Job Daily or the Diary. You shouldn't throw it away, and you won't be able to read it yourself. Wolfe decides so, closes the notebook and keeps it together with the notes.

Even then, he mechanically turns the figure picture and throws it in the hemp bag after checking.

For a moment, some of my hands were about to stop, but I kept throwing them away without hesitation.

When you finish sorting the whole thing, the mouth of the bag is tight, it comes with strings.

What I found out from this task was that Carlo and I would probably have a taste for each other.

"I guess this is it all..."

I finally looked over at the floor I saw, and I realized.

Under the desk, a large flat tea leather box is placed to hide.

It seems to be a sturdy leather case, so it could be something related to a magic guide. But for once, I decided to open the lid because of the possibility of a figure painting.

What was in it was a thick book, with orange red grenades (orange garnet) on the cover of red tea leather.

It's probably a magic book because something magical is engraved on the cover.

If the magic book is forced to open, it may burn or freeze your hands, so put it back in the box as it is.

Wolfe tried to carry the box into the hallway and stopped moving.

On the chair I saw when I got up, there was a painting paper book with a little dust on it and a handkerchief.

For the drawing paper book, the sword is imprinted with a print on the cover. The contents are a little yellow, but nothing has been written yet.

The white handkerchief looks a little old-fashioned and what a poor embroidery on the mellow. They're drawing flowers with red thread, but they're not in shape.

The embroidered white handkerchief is the object of the confession of a noble woman.

It seems to mean 'you are my first love'.

Was it something Carlo received when he was young? Maybe it was given to me by Darya's mother.

With everything, I went out into the hallway with Dahlia.

"If you're a hemp bag, it's all a figure painting. I'll take you upstairs later. This one has notes and notes. Some notes are just numbers, but I want you to check back later."

"Thank you. I'm sorry I asked Wolf for trouble."

Offer the leather box you just found and open the lid to Darya, who will thank you for your troubled face.

"This was on the floor, too, isn't it the Book of Magic?

"Right. It could be something my father wrote... I can't open this."

She stopped her hand, which nearly lifted the Book of Magic, and dropped her gaze.

"For your father only?

"No...... I think it's for Mr. Orlando. This demon stone, I guess, because... after all, my brother is first, not me"

My voice sounded a little lower so as to separate it.

"Darya, it was a sudden matter, so I don't think your father just had time to prepare for you"

"Yeah...... I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm at Dr. Osvaldo's, because I already have the Book of Magic. I'm a little curious about what's in this."

"Is there no way you can open it?

To his own inquiry, Darya shook her neck to the side.

A sawdust somewhere is suitable for the Orange Red Grenade (Orange Garnet) of the Apocalypse.

"There's a way to get a senior demon mentor to remove the magic grant, but I think it also incorporates something else with the feeling that it ignites when you remove the grant. Because Dr. Osvaldo was. Besides, if Mr. Orlando has a red-blood setting, I have to give it to him..."

"I don't think I need to give it to you. You hurt Dahlia, you don't deserve it."

"I'm done, and still, I'm my father's apprentice..."

Shutting up so far, Darya receives from herself a box of the Book of Magic.

Its fingertips, slightly touched, were unexpectedly cold.

"I'll think about it for a second. Even if I give it to you, I think I will either go through people or stand up and receive it in my guild..."

Feeling something painful somewhere, Wolfe hurries to look for other topics.

"Oh, this drawing paper book, it seems it's something I haven't used yet. You have a very elaborate cover."

"That's the fairy tale, The Devil's Sword of Water."

"'The Devil's Sword of Water'... of the knight defeating that Flaming Dragon (Fire Dragon)..."

"The Devil's Sword of Water" was in a fairy tale my mother read to me.

Troubled by the fiery dragon (Fire Dragon) that rages in the country, the knight embarks on a journey to find the Devil's Sword. And a knight who brings back the Devil's Sword of Water defeats the Flaming Dragon (Fire Dragon) and marries the princess to live happily ever after.

It is the story of the King's Road for children.

"Back in college, that's how printed paper books became popular. For boys, with demon swords and dragons and lions. There were flowers and kittens or something for women. The Magic Instruments Department often wrote about the appearance and deployment drawings of the Magic Instruments in the drawing paper book, so it may be from when I bought them in bulk"

"The Magic Gear Department does. Knights didn't paint much. The map of the topography was quite drawn, and I still occasionally write on expeditions."

Demon Crusade Squad, sometimes painted on paper when checking terrain and formation.

Nevertheless, if they say 'Devil's Sword of Water', it does look like it.

There is also a demon sword of water in the royal castle, but it does not respond to anyone and is placed in the absence of the Lord.

I tried twice after joining the Knights but had no connection with myself.

Without the strong magic that the Devil's Sword seems to seek, it would be natural because there is no soul's integrity.

Now, I'm more excited about Darya's devil sword than the Imperial Sword, so there's nothing untrained about it.

"Wolf, it's old, but how about in your notebook?

It would be because I was thinking while looking at the Devil's Sword in the drawing paper book.

Darya cared for me, so I decided to take it, unfortunately.

"And this is it, I thought it might be important..."

Handkerchief with white embroidery.

I got a little lost, but I was also tempted to leave it dusty in as many rooms as I just had.

"Uh, I don't need that handkerchief. I sewed it."

"Darya?

"Yeah. You were about six years old. My father says he never got an embroidered white handkerchief near his birthday, so I asked him if he wanted it... and my father said he didn't want it from me... so I sewed it. Me too."

Darya has a slightly sinister face.

What a smile when I heard she gave it to her father.

"Darya ever give someone an embroidered handkerchief?

"It's nothing but my father. I've never even been told to give it to me... and now that I see it, you're terrible. Do not use it, so put it in a garbage bag"

"... could I have this hand wiped?

"Yeah, go ahead. Sorry, room, it was dusty, wasn't it? Use that for now. I'll get you a wet towel now."

Darya walked quickly downstairs. While dropping it off, Wolfe recalls.

I've never had a girlfriend, not a girlfriend.

Since my mother died, I have never received an embroidered accessory from a close woman because there was no female family.

I have been about to be given an embroidered handkerchief by someone whose name I don't know or whose face I don't remember, but I never received it.

They say it can be, but instead of an embroidered white handkerchief, I've never even got a small item with embroidery of blue thread, which is an expression of friendship or affection. I've never even been put on the back of my shirt with a stitch wishing me well on the expedition.

Thinking about it, this embroidered handkerchief that Darya sewed is just a little flattering.

It's not a big deal, but I don't wipe my hands, and I gently slip them into my inner pocket.

In Carlo's room, indeed, the romance was stuck.