被男人吃奶很爽的毛片

A few days later, Darya and Volff were visiting the Slime Farm on the east side of the capital.

In the meadow, surrounded by tall black brick walls, you can only enter through a thick iron gate.

In the past, the green grass area was prominent, and there was a small farm in the back.

Nowadays, the grounds are lined with buildings and there are fewer lawns.

Volff was right, doubling wasn't enough.

"There are slimes in all of this..."

I wholeheartedly agree with the admiring Volff.

Welcome, Master Volfford, Darya.

It was Idea with a smile that came to pick her up when she got off the carriage.

Today, the workwear is under the white coat, and the dark blue trouser style that seems easy to move under. The long hair that was put together in one piece behind me was jumping like a tail.

Darya wore a khaki culotte skirt and boots to her thick workwear today.

Volff was wearing black knights' clothes and boots, so he didn't have to worry about his feet.

Because of this, the slime farm is quite large, but horse riding is minimal.

Because the horse is delicate, there are individuals who are frightened by slime and can't move or violate.

Walking between the buildings, I saw the entrance decorated with red, blue, yellow and green flags.

It was probably a different type of slime building.

Moreover, they were all three stories. It looks sturdy, unlikely to have been built with a puncture.

I waited for him to look around me, and then I went ahead.

There were two sheds the size of a building sewn between them.

"That's the Green Slime Drying Place."

One side of the hut is covered with a silver net, with a wooden frame and glass on top - but the glass is broken unscathed.

It looks like some of the staff are tidying up inside.

"Um, is that--?"

"I tried reinforcing the metal net with magic silver so that the demon pigeon wouldn't get in." In the morning, the glass on the ceiling was broken and I'm still clearing it. "

"Were you injured?"

The researcher inside was injured, but I immediately healed it with a potion.

Idea says so lightly, but is it really all right?

Volff asked, worried.

Sure, there was tempered glass in the specification, but did the pigeon break?

"Yes, it can't be broken by regular pigeons, but it seems that there was an individual with very strong physical strength." If I didn't break the wire net, it would have flown up to the sky, and then came down with some physical reinforcement..... "

Idea's blue rattan eyes were falling apart.

What kind of individual is a demon pigeon that is strong enough to break tempered glass?

It could be a big, strong demon pigeon - I thought about it and headed for the other cabin.

The upper glass and wooden frame are the same, but the four sides proceed to the hut surrounded by wooden boards.

The door just opened and a familiar face glanced at her.

Ah, Darya-san, Volff-sama, you're all set.

I felt a little tired, but still relieved by Fermo's smile.

Maybe it's because I'm working, or I wear glasses.

"I made it according to Darya's specifications and switched the size of some of the wings from there. The light and wind are quite interesting."

Darya prototyped four dryers a little bigger.

I used four wind and fire magic stones per unit, and sent the wind into twelve thin metal cylinders.

The winds are strong and weak, and the hot and cold winds are automatically switched off with a time difference.

Four units will be operated separately. in order to produce more irregularities.

The barrel that comes out of the wind is lowered from the ceiling toward the floor.

Below half of the cylinder is a silver windmill made of thin metal.

The windmill not only has vanes, but its head also goes around in the wind, flying the light.

This is more of a bird avoidance purpose than a magic pigeon.

Beneath the other half of the barrel, a strong breeze is sent over the four tables and over the flattened green slime.

You can see it walking down the aisle, but the strong and weak wind blows irregularly in both time and direction.

Even humans are a little restless.

Fermo-san, you're improving the cylinder, aren't you?

Yeah, I changed some of the details and put a little curve on the exit.

"Oh, so there are some wind sounds..."

Volff was convinced, too, but every time he walked, the type of wind changed - it felt like there was a mix of sounds.

When I thought about it, the wind suddenly came around my eyes, and I felt a little angry.

"Oh, if you're in this room for a long time, you'd better wear glasses." The wind makes my eyes dry. "

I understood why Fermo was wearing glasses.

Next time I come, I will bring my glasses, and Darya will decide.

"Thanks to you, I've noticed that green slime dries nicely when you alternate between warm and cold winds. So, it will take time, but yesterday we also proposed to build a large drying area with tempered glass ceilings and sunlight."

"When the pigeon broke the glass..."

If it's a large drying area, it's definitely possible to improve the magic tools related to the dryer and blower.

However, even if it is dried indoors instead of outdoors, there is nothing you can do if you break the tempered glass that incorporates sunlight.

"After all, I had to deal with a strong demon pigeon." After all, I thought if I mixed some laxative with the bait, I wouldn't eat it again, but it's no good. "

Yeah, there could be more pigeons instead.

I can't use the laxative. It was because the feces would call for more pigeons.

Idea pointed her finger at the green slime as she came to the side of a table.

"This green slime is all a trap bait. The powder of the sky bat and the pollen of the dance flower were melted, gelatin was combined, and the surface of the green slime was compacted."

"Is it a dance flower (dance flower) pollen?"

"Yes, when I suck the pollen from the dance flower, I move to dance in place until I can't move."

Dance flowers are cute flowers with red dress-like petals.

I've heard that the honey Volff previously gave me was taken from a dance flower.

It had a beautiful amber color and a refreshing sweetness.

But whoever inhales the pollen is a poison that moves to dance until it falls down.

If you inhale it in the forest accidentally, your body will stop thinking about it, so it is very dangerous.

However, if I could increase or decrease the amount, the pigeon might become exhausted and never come again.

"It's an adventurer's guild, isn't it?" I didn't know the dance flower pollen would work on the pigeon. "

Volff was impressed, but agreed.

There was no such description in the monster atlas or the botanical atlas.

"No... this is an outside proposal..."

Idea gazed at the green slime in front of her.

And when he was lost in his sight, Darius came a step closer, and whispered:

Um, if there's any confidentiality, you don't have to ask.

Thank you, little by little, Idea turned to herself.

"The suggestion is Nicoletti, Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce - my father. As for the medicinal herbs and poisonous herbs, it seems that Augustus called them. I thought I'd leave it to Director Jean, but when Dr. Jonas was present....."

"Was that so..."

She said her father was trying to figure it out.

Fermo raised his mouth, thinking that it would have been difficult to meet him.

"It was a good parent." I'm a little worried, but... "

In response to the words, Idea changed her strange expression into a bitter smile.

"The day after we met at the Adventurer's Guild, I was offered a carriage full of potions and hyperspotions." Even though I haven't done such dangerous research... I really am an adult, but I am too protective. "

"... but it's good to see you again..."

Words that I didn't intend to utter spilled out of my mouth in small tweets.

Darya, Volff called me by name, and I will return to myself.

I remembered my father, Carlo, but that was all. I didn't say anything strange.

Hiding his agitation, he regained his breath and turned to Idea.

"I'm really glad. If you are familiar with medicinal and poisonous herbs, you are a very reassuring ally."

"... yes. In the future, I would like to consult with you about the deal - so I will meet my father once every two months when he comes to deliver to the capital."

I'm sure the parents and children will talk together over a meal and fill in the time so far.

Idea continues to say words as she soaks.

"To share knowledge with each other, my father gave me a herbal lecture and I was talking to my father about giving a slime lecture. At this time, I'm going to make sure you understand the beauty of the slime. At the same time, I thought I'd have a meal."

I feel that the order is different, but it seems to be her.

Good luck, Darya said with a smile.

After that, we all left the cabin and watched for a while.

The door is half open for the experiment today.

And it came to pass after a while, that a little bird came, and went in, and soon came out in a panic.

Irregular winds or the reflection of light by the windmill.

I didn't think the pigeons would come that way, but after a while, they came with two pigeons.

Both have glossy gray wings and are one size larger than regular pigeons.

Reddish-black eyes resemble regular pigeons with a greenish and light reddish-purple gradient around the neck.

Even if people are a little far away, it seems that there is no need to be vigilant or shy.

Typically, entering the shed requires breaking a thin wire net or pushing the door with a physical reinforcement.

But this time, I went in through the door with a nice glide.

"Oh, you're in love, that's right."

Fermo raises the corner of his mouth while keeping his eyes thin.

In the gap between the doors, I saw a magic pigeon falling from the air. It seems to have received a strong wind on his back.

You probably don't understand the wind.

Next time, I'll just take the floor and walk.

But I managed to get on the table and started nibbling on the dried green slime of the trap bait.

"...... Pooh!"

There was a subtle cry of anger and mourning.

"I'm slow to taste it. that's four mouths right....."

When it came to Volff, I knew I was better-looking than I was.

A subtle sound followed.

The pigeon that ate a little became poor.

"The other one is eating more... it's a bad food (Akkuji)..."

I wanted to doubt the taste of the Dry Slime Pigeon.

No, I have different taste preferences. Maybe it was a delicacy for the pigeon.

"The pigeon started to dance..."

Between the doors, I could see a magic pigeon that was kneading on the floor and beginning to spin subtly.

It seemed to work just fine.

The pigeon that was still eating became more worried.

Can't you dance until you pass out later?

"Oh, I've added another trick." When I closed the door, I had a small exit that allowed me to go outside in one place, and I made a push door there. "

"Fermo, what is a small push door?"

"It's a small door where doves and birds push out with their bodies." It is similar to the entrance of a cat. After passing through it, water comes from the back of my back with a mist. I'm still adjusting because there's still not much to come out of it. "

Can you mix the chili powder in the water?

"No, I sliced Weyburn's shell and marinated it overnight." You've got a good [taste], right? "

The senior craftsman laughed with a very bad face.

This is what a demon pigeon aiming for a delicious dried green slime would look like.

Once inside, an irregular wind - I checked the surroundings and I can't read the current at all.

Even if you struggle to jump on the green slime on the table, it's terrible.

When I tried to give up and go home, the wind was disturbed and I had to be vigilant.

In the meantime, the body can't stop moving on its own thanks to the pollen from the dance flower of the trap bait.

When I'm exhausted, I finally try to get out, I can only push out the small door, and when I pass through it, I'm misty, and there's only a little bit of Weyburn's shelled water on my body.

If it smells a little bit, it's a good-nosed pigeon, I think I can avoid it.

No matter what I thought, it was a magic pigeon fear hut.

"If I were a pigeon, I don't think I'd ever come again..."

Volff spoke with a squeaky voice.

Darya also nodded deeply.

"Master Volfford, Chairman Rossetti, welcome."

I was called back by a familiar voice and looked back.

The one who came was a man with chestnut hair and birch eyes - Jean, the head of the slime farming site.

Today, I'm wearing an adventurous linen coat, brown leather trousers, and light armor.

I didn't have a weapon in my hand, but it looked strong. I was a former senior adventurer, of course.

"I would like to thank you for your measures." A few wings have come, but no one has come twice so far. Alternating warm and cold winds, green slime seems to be a good powder with a clear texture. "

"Good. If the tempered glass wasn't targeted by the pigeons, I heard that the drying zone would be a good way to do it..."

"Yes, we will verify it for a while." It takes time and effort to create a large drying yard. If there is a pigeon that comes with this countermeasure, I plan to smell it with Weyburn's leather. "The" "example method" ", and then I want to--"

If this is the case, I feel very sorry for it, but the only way to do it is to break the wings and treat it with a potion. When I thought so, Jang disappeared from front of me.

A loud voice resounded in front of the cabin when he was unaware of what had happened in an instant.

Jean seems to have moved from here to the door of the cabin.

It's you after all!

Jean barked as he caught a pigeon wandering out the door.

Incidentally, the other pigeon was still dancing on the indoor floor.

Director Jang, are you that pigeon?

"Yeah, the guy who broke the tempered glass next door." The anklet was silver with gold wire and the royal castle's demon pigeon. And I already remember this face. "

Po

Jang tongued at the demonic pigeon that crowed without fear or nervousness.

"I can't do any harm to myself, I know that."

Po

You had better stop singing like an affirmation.

I felt the fluctuation of magic power around Jang.

"I'm so sorry about the magic pigeon in the royal castle..."

"No, it's not the responsibility of everyone in the Imperial Castle." This, no, this pigeon, this individual is the problem. "

Jean stopped Volff from apologizing.

However, the birch-colored eyes were always directed at the demon pigeon.

After that, Jean calls the name of the official.

Soon a man came to me with thick black skin.

Apparently, it was Black Weyburn's skin.

"Oh yes! Warm it up with fire." I don't mind scorching it a little so it smells good. "

Got it!

The official who was called out had fire magic.

Grow a small flame from the palm of your hand and warm the surface of the Weyburn skin.

It smelled a little like Kraken's dried fish.

The bitterness of the fragrance - the very unique smell of Weyburn - was clear to Darya.

Kupok?

Perhaps he was afraid of the strong smell, but the pigeon began to flee.

With that firmly caught with his big hand, Jean smiles very good.

"Come on, let's welcome you." Welcome to the Slime Farm, Pigeon! "

Le, leprechaun!

From the tip of his head to his wings and his tail feathers to his feet-and Jean carefully stroked it.

Meanwhile, the sad sound of the demon pigeon resounded.