(Thanks to the passer-by for the two rewards, I must have caught a cold recently, and I ・・・・・・ so drowsy every day)

(Once again, I recommend a book: Fantasy Game Evolution!)

The following is the synopsis: The real title of this book is: "Even in infinite space, I just want to be a quiet house!" "I'm forced to choose to participate in infinite games, and I won't choose a dog lightly! 》

"If you want to die, I will die with you!" 》

This is a theme that has been played badly, and the protagonist who has been played rotten has slowly become a scum from the initial [unwilling] emotion, and the infinite flow that has been played badly.

Ling Yan, who was forced to participate in the game, said: I'm just a small accountant in Tongfuli, Shanghai (fog)

――Well,All in all, it's the joy of playing stalks~ Just go directly to the happy bookkeeper to collect it~ (Run~))

"What a good afternoon......" Ling Yan got up from the bench and left the park where single dogs and homeless people were completely bullied with a somewhat sleepy smile.

At four o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, a delinquent young man with his hands in his trouser pockets and wearing a scarf on a hot day walked into a fast food restaurant, and ten minutes later showed a helpless smile and continued to blend into the crowd with a pile of garbage and disappeared in front of the guys who were watching him.

And at the same time, on the top floor of the library of Ximei Academy, a few guys who have nothing to do with the academy seem to be holding some kind of cult party, although just from the outfits of these people, it can be seen that this is a special group of unreliable guys.

At least Ling Yan didn't think that a group of office workers, dead houses, uniform JK, careerists, environmentalists, and a chimney like playing cosplay, and a high school student could do anything to hold a cult party.

Among them, the office worker that Ling Yan had definitely seen spoke first: "The guy who once entered the library and didn't have anything to do is back."

Without any lines such as opening language, he said straight to the point: "This time, I hope everyone can block him with me."

"He didn't do anything, and he didn't destroy the world...... According to the rules, we can't make a move on him. "Hear the words of office workers. The student first showed a puzzled expression: "Aren't we breaking the rules by doing this?"

The others also looked at the office workers with the same attitude, although he could be said to be the faint leader of this group of people with his qualifications and strength, but it was absolutely impossible to do anything that violated the rules.

In doing so, they have abandoned the past, their qualifications as human beings, and thus become shepherds who guide ignorant humanity and lead humanity and the world to a better evolution...... It's like those black-robed old men in fantasy novels. They are always there to help the protagonist, or the presence that may become the protagonist.

But like those black-robed old grandfathers, they can't show their identity unless a [script] ends, or unless the person he's been helping achieves their purpose.

However, this kind of thing that they have become accustomed to is essentially a kind of nobility, which is to give them the rules that their identity is insisted on, so that they think of themselves as saviors in the dark and other characters......

However, now one of the larger saviors is saying things like breaking the rules, which makes the others very puzzled

"Heh," faced with this situation that was exactly as expected. The speaker just smiled faintly and said something that everyone had quieted down: "What if I said that's what the lord meant?"

For a moment, everyone fell into complete silence......

After all, to him, the words of that lord were no less than the will of life...... It's like a real boss...... Let them be crazy and neurotic beings for the existence of faith.

Looking at the quiet companions, the office worker showed a signature smile and said, "Of course, we can't just do too much." So I've sent two people to contact him temporarily. ”

"So, we don't have to worry about anything else for the time being, though. That's just temporary. ”

He spoke to the crowd in a tone that resembled a sneering joke.

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How to say that? Although he had almost guessed that those guys were about to start the siege, Ling Yan had no interest in that kind of thing at all. At this time, I listened to the constant complaints of the homeless people who were eating together in this quieter park.

In the warm afternoon breeze, Ling Yan squinted his eyes and leaned back on the bench, like a delinquent youth everywhere in Japan, thinking about his next actions with a lazy atmosphere.

Under the dappled shadows of the trees, he looked down at the characters on his watch and smiled complicatedly.

But compared to the information on the watch. He was more curious about what attracted this street friend whose identity had long been revealed, after all, he shouldn't be a rigid person in terms of his dress.

"So, the food here is really unpalatable......

On a park bench, a man wearing a cowboy hat with a band-aid on the bridge of his nose. He was still chewing food in his mouth, but he accosted Ling Yan next to him.

"And you still buy so much?" Ling Yan opened the paper bag in his hand, then took out the food sold in the fast food restaurant, and responded to his words.

For the stomach pouch of his own body, which has long been tied to the witch who is still running away from home, these foods have long lost their proper taste in addition to filling their stomachs like ducks.

"Haha, the old woman there is very nice, she sends a lot of things every time." The man on the other side of the bench vaguely smelled of gunsmoke, but his expression was more like a homeless man than Ling Yan.

With an embarrassed smile, he said, "It's hard to eat, but the look of hope to come back next time really can't be refused......

Ling Yan didn't know what to say, so he had to respond with the smile he was listening to, and by the way, there was no other choice but to swallow the salmon meat in his throat.

Should I say I was lucky, or is it something else?

The identity of the person next to him is a shepherd in the true sense of the word...... Although the kind that is completely blatant to reveal one's identity is the kind that.

Should I say that the shepherds are really a strange gathering place? Even such a person? This is a powerful soldier who smells of artillery fire from various battlefields around the world.

He looks young, and no matter how you look at him, he is the existence of that kind of hereditary system, right? It belongs to the ancestors for several generations, and they are all war dogs who collect money and shoot bullets.

It is impossible to imagine that this man with dark skin but a gentle expression once shot and killed people on the battlefield.

Should we say that people should not be disfigured? I don't know how many shepherd-kuns.

It's a strange guy who treats war as a profession, but a man who only wants money can't bear to refuse the eyes of the old woman in a fast food restaurant......

If you put aside his side in the war, this guy can be considered a gentle and good person, right?

"But you're not Japanese, are you?" Swallowing the food in his hand, the shepherd asked, as if unintentionally.

Ling Yan's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, then he turned his head and said, "Yes, London is a good place to travel." ”

I don't know if it was a keen perception in instinct or an accidental discovery, but the shepherd said intentionally or unintentionally: "But if you do the math, I rarely see the same, don't I?" ”

Is it a temptation? Or is something already perceived?

Ling Yan's expression remained unchanged, and even the rhythm of chewing was not disturbed: "Really? Tourism is also a kind of work. My colleagues and I travel all over the place. ”

What other job is there besides a tour guide? The answer is, there are also the saints of the main god and the lovely reincarnators.

“…… And it was the first time I had seen such a sloppy cowboy in Japan. ”

"No, I'm used to it." With a relaxed smile, it seems that the praised shepherd tugs the red scarf around his neck with his fingers, as if reminiscing about the time in the midst of war: "I am the pioneer of 'justice'." ”

Ling Yan's eyes showed a look of approval, if it is said that mercenary 'money' is the truth of justice, then this guy in front of him is really the vanguard of justice.

Looking at the watch on his wrist, as if he was in a hurry, he suddenly put the untouched fries in his hand next to Ling Yan, and said with a smile: "Mother-in-law's fries are very good, you have to try them." ”

Then he patted the food crumbs on his body and got up, and the girl's shouts could be heard in the distance.

Not far away, a fiery girl was waving to him.

"Have a great trip, Mr. 'Bad'." The shepherd patted him on the shoulder and smiled expectantly: "I'm going to 'work'." ”

Actually, it's just going to play, right? Ling Yan looked at the departing people and shook his head helplessly.

It is worthy of the plane of GAL, and the main patron saints have neglected their duties because of love...... This plane is indeed hopeless......

After touching the palm of his hand on his shoulder, a magic imprint was instantly deleted, and Ling Yan then nodded with a smile:

"That's a good word for you, Mr. Shepherd."

Then just pour the fries into your mouth.

I have to admit that it's still a little flavorful, although it's not as interesting as an acquaintance hiding not far away.

Although it was very surprising why a person like her would choose to become a shepherd・・・・・・ she also sighed that she actually had the qualifications to be a shepherd. (To be continued.) )