I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

Having successfully completed the cannibal bee exorcism, I was watching the old lady (Old Lady) that evening in the hangar of Wangdu East Gate.

The herbivore mechanic puts his energy into maintenance.

Seems to be removing some parts of the knight's armor, exposing the body and inspecting it.

I was just wondering, I'm gonna ask you a question.

"The knight's armor, you can take it off"

The golem used at the pilot's school had the appearance of a knight himself, but he could not remove his armor.

If I may say so, it was like a stone statue carved into the shape of a knight.

The herbivore looked a little sorry.

"Old Lady is old fashioned."

"Old style, is it?"

I know it's old, but I don't know how it relates to the fact that the armor can be removed.

When I saw my face like that, the herbivore explained it to me.

"Early knights, like the old lady Old Lady, have separate bodies and armor"

If the knight is damaged, rest the knight in the magic formation that nourishes the golem and pour magic into the magic formation. Then the knight gradually regenerates.

"The current knight has an integrated body and armor. I mean, we need some extra magic, but we can use curing magic to regenerate armor."

In contrast, the old lady, Old Lady, the armor must be repaired with armor.

Apparently, something called the Golem is originally meant for regeneration, and there is curative magic that encourages it.

But there's nothing like armor.

"I mean, all you have to do is cure magic from the moment you get damaged until you get back."

I see, and I nod.

In the case of the old lady Old Lady, besides curative magic, it becomes necessary to have spare parts for armor and blacksmith skills. If you think about replenishing, it would be very unfavourable.

"But aren't there some good places?

If, hypothetically, my sensory tuning is limited to the body alone, that's an extremely good point for me.

But there was no herbivore in my words, and I shook my head.

"Integration is almost everything in the whole body, the same strength as armor"

And, look, and point to some of the old lady's Old Lady.

Right armpit, stabbed by a cannibal bee, where I screamed.

"The body of the old lady Old Lady is not as strong as armor. Even cannibal bee needles can scratch like that."

If you look closely, you do see a slight scratch.

"A knight has evolved over time. When Old Lady Old Lady was built, she didn't have the technology to build it all together."

Yes, the herbivore mechanic closed.

But my expectations were rising.

There, the herbivore mechanic who was resuming the inspection work calls out.

"Tauro, can you move it for a second?

I get in the cockpit and, as I was told, move the knight to make it easier to remove the armor.

So just a little bit, I decided to experiment.

"Excuse me, a little right leg tibia, could you slap me?

Why not - and my voice goes back.

I replied that I wanted to try something.

Looks like they'll cooperate.

"I'm coming."

That's what the herbivore says, slapping the knight across the tibia with a big wooden hammer in both hands.

It sounds heavy, but it doesn't hurt.

"Now, the left leg tibia, please."

Unlike the right on the left, the armor parts are removed for servicing.

Likewise, the mechanic beat the crap out of him.

(Huh! Again)

I smile at Kaishin.

Because the pain ran like a gentle pull of shin hair.

(Seems like the only thing my senses are in tune with is the body)

I wanted confirmation and asked the herbivore mechanic to do the experiment over and over again.

The results were all the same.

The only thing in tune is the body of the knight.

The removable armor worn by the knight body is not in tune.

(Old lady, you're the best woman I've ever seen!

Finally, I blow up joy.

"Yee-haw!"

The biggest weakness is the moment we manage.

"What's wrong! Mr. Tauro."

The herbivore mechanic is surprised and comes closer to the cockpit.

With all the blood boiling in my body with joy, I roll down the cockpit, take the hand of a herbivore mechanic, and go around.

And try to calm down somehow, take a deep breath again.

A grass-fed mechanic who doesn't know what to say is puzzled.

"Come on, woman, I'll take care of it."

There's something wrong with the tone while I'm excited.

The herbivore, uh, opens his mouth.

According to what I heard during the entertainment, he went to the junior whorehouse several times.

But I don't think you hate it. That's what my sensors say.

"Huh? Huh?

"Yeah! When I leave it to my old man"

I take my hand forcefully and take him outside.

My job says something like that, but I ignore it.

Take my delight proposition even if you can't.

Once you have only locked the hangar, get in a horse-shaped golem taxi that hangs in front of the East Gate.

(For these adult types, that would be nice)

I pulled a herbivore into a century-end whorehouse.

"Hyah!"

I'll show the herbivore a sample.

"Look, here's the thing. Do it and look at it."

"... hi-ha, hi-ha."

Hear that waist-free voice and shake your neck left and right hard.

"No. I'll go again. Now put your hips in strong, yes, deeper. Let's go, Hitcher!

"Hi-ha-ha!

Two women are sticking their asses out here before us.

I've been practicing to break the shell of a herbivore since earlier.

By the way, I'm relieving myself of the air in the whorehouse.

"Yes, that sounds good. Almost there."

"Hi-ha-ha!

Yeah, I'm gradually finishing up.

I am satisfied and speak up.

"Then let's have a cup of time and have fun with each other. The rendezvous point is in front of the entrance door."

The grass mechanic has a red face and somehow salutes me back.

I don't know what that means, but it's a good trend.

(Grandpa Goblin, how are you?)

I think of that brilliant figure of life and walk around the end of the century in a whorehouse.

In the hall, something like a set of films is organized, and if anyone sees it, they can see that it makes it look like the whole city of Wang Capital.

And everywhere on the set, a guest attacked a woman, and the sight of an annoying cry... hasn't been done.

(What this store needs is a woman's acting skills)

I shake my head with a sigh.

Guests are attacking women everywhere, and women are screaming, but it's too deliberate.

Very, not a snort shout.

(Women act too harshly. Now I can't make it sound very masculine)

The customer's testimonials, etc., would have been written in a bidding box, and we proceed with our steps.

Then from the front came a line of diseased men.

One woman runs the lead, and then, after that, many male customers are chasing after her.

(I think this is a guy named Train)

With MMORPG, I remember seeing it.

Players are running to escape one enemy, but one enemy after the other is gathered and left behind.

The look on the face of the leading woman is desperate. Running hard.

(good acting)

Other women should also apprentice her, I think.

That's when I realized. to its characteristic crusty hair.

(Ooh, isn't this woman a savory)

The last time I came to a whorehouse at the end of the century, I was a young woman skipping in the shadows.

The extreme circuit Heavens Circuit wasn't built well, so I tuned it for you.

Instead of skipping now, it attracts so many customers.

(Um, totally splendid. Glad to be a developer)

Unexpectedly, I feel like a father.

So, Savory was caught by a guest, and he fell.

The customer caught mounts immediately on the savory, but the other customers wait in a proper line. I don't imitate like a crowd.

(Early priority, no continuous occupancy. The rules of this whorehouse are properly followed)

I admire them for their manners.

Every time a customer finishes, there is a very sweet scream from Savory's.

Every time a savory is poured into it, the specification is to force it to its fullest potential.

That sweet scream can be said to be proof left that it is working according to the specifications properly.

(Uhm)

Savory seems to have become a total seller.

For the first time in my life, I feel satisfied.

(doing good deeds for men, that is, piling treasures in heaven)

A fresh breeze blows through my heart.

And the footsteps were light, and I walked away.

After that, I did the cleaning hunt.

A cleaning lady is an old lady who cleans the building with mops and buckets.

Because the cleaner acted better than the woman in private clothes.

What, lie? No way, me? The look of surprise tickles the man's mind.

So much so that I felt my beast appetite had been filled for a long time, such as when I snuck up from behind and suddenly poked it up.

Apprentice the other ladies for a little while.

(Well, I guess it's time)

I look up at the clock in the set, I think.

(After all, you didn't have Grandpa Goblin)

I'm a little sorry, but I'm also relieved.

I know who Grandpa Goblin is.

If I meet you here now, I don't know what to say.

If I had thought about that, time would have passed quickly.

(You're a little late. We have to hurry to the entrance door)

Then, on a small run, we headed to the rendezvous point.

(Whoa, you're trying)

There spared no leisure to encourage, the appearance of a herbivore mechanic.

I'm gunning from behind.

He is grabbing both arms of the woman against her elbow, turning her back, and attacking her.

I look at chills and distant clocks. Looks like we have a little more time.

(Wait here)

I look down on a nearby chair and smile at a hard-working young man.

A little later, the youth raised their ambition and let them wiggle their skinny.

"Well, it's time, so outside... heh?

Surprised by the unexpected.

The herbivore started waving again, grabbing both elbows of the woman.

"Hey, hey, I don't have time for this anymore,"

As I approach, I call out yes.

There's no time, and continuous occupation is against the rules.

Well, no one else seems to be waiting for her.

But the next moment, I saw how the herbivore was doing, and my spine got cold.

Its eyes and expression were the appearance of a beast who had completely lost his reason as a person.

(What happened?

I'm confused.

To me like that, the herbivore suddenly turned his back on every woman he was catching.

The appearance was as if it were an animal that had been deprived of its prey.

"Oh, you know, are you okay?

I turn around and ask.

In contrast, the woman returned the wink with a smile, as she said, okay, perfectly fine.

Sorry, I didn't ask you.

I reach for the herbivore.

(Ouch)

The herbivore played my hand with his hand.

Pretty painful. I mean it.

(Is this..., forgetting me for desire?

I'm stunned.

But I intuited something from the way the herbivore was doing.

(Women have a great power to heal people. But it's wonderful, but I can be fascinated by it)

I look at the grass-fed mechanic as if he was riding a bicycle.

(The irritation was too strong for him. should have taken into account, such as taking more steps)

I regret it. And I realized wholeheartedly the meaning of the word not to stand in regret.

But I can't even regret it.

(I have to do what I can)

So determined, I opened the door to the entrance.

"Excuse me, please extend it. Yeah, for two."

Head to the reception and pay an extension.

Because if I didn't let it dissipate a little more, it wouldn't have worked out.

And I'm not even going to leave you like this.

I had to order drinks and show them nearby until the grass mechanic was empty.

A while later, the street in front of the End of the Century Whorehouse.

I pushed a fully satisfied, sleeping grass-fed mechanic into a horse-shaped golem cab.

Tell me where to go.

But the herbivore should have lived with his family.

If we get to the house, my family will figure it out later.

I walked home after I dropped off the taxi that ran away.