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Since you have to wait for the fishing, you don't need to find a place to wait.

You must know that the former Kuwi, I don't know how, I was fished back.

Now not to mention what to prepare.

The goldfinch didn't say anything, but stood aside, and took out the book she had saved—she seemed to have a place to read.

"Hey, why is it still this old problem, won't you be blind? Seeing this, Kuvey pursed his lips.

Plantagenet ignored him.

Shul struck up with him, "Does Teresa often do that, in Mr. Coovey's opinion?"

“...... Hasn't she always been like this?" the corners of Covey's mouth twitched.

"It seems like this. Shuer thought for a moment and said seriously, "I thought it would be different. ”

Kuvey suddenly didn't know what to say.

This seems to be a very simple teenager?

His polite demeanor, and his appearance—it was indeed evident that he was a member of the nobility of the Golden Dog Clan, and even gave the impression of being better than any nobleman.

But why do you feel ......

Something is wrong?

"Are you a nobleman of the Golden Dog Clan?" asked Kuvey after a moment's thought.

"It's not. Shure's answer was surprising.

It's impossible, isn't it? Kuwei was stunned: "You're not that ......."

"Yes, but I'm not a nobleman. Shul was still smiling, but his voice was firm.

It's a strange thing.

......

Kuvey wanted to ask something more, but Goldfinch's cold voice had interrupted his other questions: "Is that enough?" ”

...... "Hey, your attitude is very bad!" Couvey rolled his eyes—wasn't she the fault that he was bored now! If he really asked him, he was afraid that he wouldn't find a chance to retaliate!

As soon as he thought of this, Kuvey was stunned.

Wait, what is she doing here?

"Hey, Teresa—what are you looking for me?!" Kuvey had an even more headache at the thought of this.

It would be strange for a man to make any casual request if he was not familiar with him, either to Kuvey or to anyone more serious than he was on these matters—but to the Goldfinch he was in a much more subtle mood.

Let's say it's cooked, it's not particularly cooked.

I have to say...... It can only be said that there is some "admiration".

It's complicated.

"I remember that your mercenary group goes to Wenger's mercenary guild once a year. The Plantageng didn't think much about it, rather simply, "I'm going to follow you to Wenger." ”

“...... Damn, if you're going there, don't you go now?!" Covey glared.

Mercenaries do need to go to Wenger's Mercenary Guild once a year to do an annual summary, but it is usually halfway through the year or near the end of the year.

Who made a summary at the beginning of the year?!

Neurotic, right?!

"Does it matter, I'm going to go sooner or later anyway. The Plantage, seeing his hesitation, said slowly.

"Sooner or later, your uncle ......," Couvey pondered, "I really can't help with this - but you can go to Wenger and go yourself." ”

"Nonsense. Goldfinch said coldly.

If she could really go alone, would she have to take a detour to find them first?

“...... But it's hard for me to do this. ”

"There won't be that much time after the middle of the year for you to bring someone to summarize. Goldfinch said.

“？？？”

"Don't you have any news about Arsene Wenger right now?"

Goldfinch's words were not good, but in Kuvey's opinion—they were at least valuable, so he thought about them carefully—although the results were not very satisfactory: "No...... No, the nobility has always been wary of adventurers. ”

"Even if it's a forest mercenary group?"

"Mercenary groups - for them, it's just the difference between a big dog and a small dog. "If you have to say anything, then there is something that probably everyone knows—Wenger's Red Fox Clan has sent a team of emissaries to Hammer. ”

"Oh, I got it. ”

...... So what else does he say.

- Does it seem that there is no way?

The goldfinch narrowed her eyes and began to think about it.

There's no way she's really forcing Couvey to finish a summary at the beginning of the year – it's pitifully unlikely.

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The forest was quiet – and after a hiccup, the feeling got the better of us.

"It's probably a bit dangerous here. Couvey thought for a moment and said.

He's not used to this kind of quiet......

What if something happens......

Seems interesting, too?

...... Well, actually, it's still too boring to drink without alcohol.

——

But not everyone thinks so, and the goldfinch and Shul speak side by side.

"It's a fellow countryman. Goldfinch glanced at Kuvey and briefly introduced Shure, "A big sister who lives in the village next door, and has nothing to bother. ”

...... I didn't expect it to be this kind of person.

Shul smiled, "I thought Teresa knew Mr. Couvey because of Hester." ”

Hester once ran away when he was young because he was unhappy with the devil's training of the Golden Finch, and then all the major stories write about this experience as his growth in the mercenary group.

"Hester was still a little hairy kid at the time, how could he be accepted by a mercenary group, which is not a nursery...... Well, well, though I do treat them as nurseries. The Plantagenet paused, suddenly feeling that the conspiracy theory he was doing was a bit heavy, and he couldn't help coughing.

This is simply a cruel fact - if Hester knew this "truth" - he was once taken in by the mercenary group and it was deliberately arranged, and he would probably vomit three liters of blood.

"I see. Shure nodded.

The Plantage did not continue to say anything to Schoerdo, but looked into the distance with a faint expression, as if thinking about something.

Teresa...... Do you want to go to Arsene Wenger?"

“...... Well. "I have something to tell Luke, but he probably won't see me, the best is to ask me out, the worst is ......"

"Huh?"

"Cross me out. ”

"......" the corners of Shuer's mouth curled, a little skeptical if it was really that exaggerated, "Mr. Ryuk, he ......"

"I have always disagreed with the cooperation between the North and the South, and he does not trust me, that's all. Goldfinch shook his head, "Shure, the world of Santa Fes has never been so harmonious, even if it sometimes seems to be the same on the surface—but ......"

"In the past, Santa Fes would have reached a consensus because of the Holy Dragon?" said Shure with some meaning.

The Plantageng turned her head, looked him in the eye, and was silent for a long time.

"No, Shure. Her voice was soft, "Even if there is a holy dragon, some contradictions cannot be resolved...... Not everyone can ......"

She couldn't go on the rest.

Shure could feel the weight of her words that she was still reluctant to speak...... Something that makes people feel sad.

He bowed his head slightly, resting his head on the Sparrow's shoulder.

It seemed to comfort her.