Osama, known as' The Waste Dog 'and banished from both the party and the workplace, become

With Goldwolf at its end, as the lone army struggled... Genocide Daddy was in a hurry.

Gallululu............! The garbage...!

I thought if we did that, even that dull garbage dog bastard would just be irreversible......!

Why... why are you still getting a purchase order from him, gorghhhhh!?

For him, this' new and abandoned dog operation 'was absolutely confident.

That's why he bought one of the mountains and even built a digging cabin at the top.

If the wild dog pulled into the mountain, he was going to give it to him every mountain as it was.

Unless he came out of the mountain, he would be treated like an 'exile'... because when the Fever Time of his birth came, he believed that and didn't doubt it...!

But... Genocide Daddy still has the weekly report from him and the purchase order slip.

'This yard hock end-of-the-life branch has a nice view and air. So far our customers are only small birds and squirrels, but we would like to try our best to get human customers to come as well. As a measure……'

And so on, instead of making him feel snagged, the letter with the small joke made him even more intense.

"Gorgaah! You think I'm gonna get caught in that hand! You garbage dog! You're so strong! He's supposed to be the limit by now! This way, I'll increase the number of false orders and turn them on all at once!

In the office, one wild Genocide Daddy.

If I spoke to him at a time like this, he would definitely beat me up. He would kick me, so none of his men tried to get close.

He leaves the abominable letter to his wrath to tear.

I almost broke the purchase order, but it was on the brink and I thought about it.

Hit Dan and his desk so that the paperwork can be folded.

And he ran a galloping pen so as to engrave the branding.

After drawing the red correction line so as to mess up the polite Osama letters, the order is overwritten with a rough handwriting.

That was the moment when a new purchase order was fabricated.

What is its contents......!?

"Plate Mail (Heaviest Full) Thousand Set"......!

Genocide Daddy thought:

I'm sure I managed to sell the first product that I pushed on, using the tuxedo in my body, etc.

Shallow hands to do first for a new clerk to do the norm......!

But there must be limits to that......!

Now if it's a full set of the heaviest 'plate mails' like the military or only using the extra muscle idiots......!

Even if it's the flesh parents who divided the blood, I refuse...!

Then that garbage dog bastard will literally be buried in a pile of garbage...!

Grrrrrrrr......!

Like an animal in the feline family, a virtuous branch manager who rattles his throat and giggles.

But that laugh will soon disappear.

By means of a sales note received at a later date and a new purchase order......!

I don't know how I sold out that plate mail, but I should have sent the garbage, but it came back as salt...!

The moment he saw those documents, Genocide Daddy turned them into two pieces for each desk in the office.

This is just as true for him that he received a declaration of war......!

If we can no longer pretend, we will set up a series of misordered bombings......!

Even Goldwolf, who did not defy anything in this, just received a letter of protest.

But all, silence......!

Then the person comes to the office for a direct appeal, but slaps it and throws it out......!

It was as if a robbery had come and stuck with an extraordinary salt response......!

And not much bad stock in other stores, or critical medicinal herbs with expiration dates.

It even sent bamboo-light swords and potions of glass containers that were as fragile as raw eggs.

Finally, he said, 'Eyes in the eyes, garbage in the garbage!' We even put up the slogan, and the entire city of Yardhock came together against the 'Endless Branch', which is supposed to be a series of stores...!

But......! Kamikaze blows here......!

No, it wasn't technically paranormal or anything, but they thought so......!

Oh my...! Sales of branches in the city of Yardhock just dropped......!

It was reversed by the "End of Branch"...!

It is in the worst position and only small animals to visit......!

Not only does it suck to make the store itself, but it also sucks to have a range of products inside......!

To the desperate situation of one commander, that there is not a single clerk and he is cut up by one manager......!

Even if it's only a small difference, it's lost...!

To this nightmarish fact, Genocide Daddy, the branch manager that binds the entire yard hock store, went rough in the rough.

In an office closed in the evening, with no lights on... roaring like a lion just trapped in a cage.

"Gorrah! Gorrah! Goraaaa!! Goraaaa!!

Eight hits windows and doors, butch breaking with poking and kicking......!

It snaps the pillars and finally collapses the office......!

His pride, like this pile of rubble, had already been troubled.

Instead of succeeding in a new sensation of 'Discarded Dog'... that dog is now the best...!

'Dear Dog,' so...!

"I don't know how relieved and how dirty I used my hands...! I won't forgive you...... I'll never forgive you, you garbage dog! I didn't know you'd piss me off so far...... I'm done with Temei! I'll kill you......! I will definitely kill you!! Golllllllllllllllllllllll!!"

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Around that time, in a large log house like yours, listening to the ho ho nocturnal sounds...... Goldwolf was leaning on his neck, as if he had joined the owls.

This' Endless Branch 'is already on track.

As you have submitted your sales, you must already know the Branch Manager.

As usual, a new manager of the Brave Tone (Yoosha) will be dispatched to bring in a large number of clerks.

And after I taught them the know-how of the store, I was sent to another branch to help... that was the usual pattern.

But only this time, there's never been any sign of it.

I put it on track in a special way in this store, so I still don't have any syllables, even though I need more takeover time than usual to teach it.

But it doesn't matter how much you worry about than there's no reaction from the other side.

I already told him in the letter, so I guess I'm taking the time to adjust the personnel...... and Osama is convinced by one.

More than that, I had finished my intense day today and was feeling comfortably tired.

When I was just coming to this' Endless Branch ', I couldn't even climb down the mountain without a cane, but I was trained as I pulled the rear car back and forth, and now I can't even breathe.

It's quiet and airy around here, so I can sleep good every day......

Osama closes his lid with happiness as he collects his shells and fills his body in his homemade futon.

... That was supposed to be the same routine as usual.

If you open your eyelids again, a new day begins with the morning sun slipping through the window and the refreshing breeze, and the whimpering of the little birds waiting to open….

But they never visited forever.

What jumped into his eyes when he was made to burn hot, sweaty and jumpy, it was...!

They were the Fireworks of the Red Lotus, like they were in Hell's Kiln only...!

"Or... fire!? So, who is it? Someone uhhhhhh!?!?

But scream before realizing.

I was in my dreams until just now, that the smile of a lot of my people is not here.

Osama is a man named Trunks on one tank top.

Flames like rough waves burned his skin relentlessly from the floor, from the walls, from the ceiling...

Smoke just breathes, burning fever scorches the lungs.

I peeled off the sheet, nodded my body, and put it against my mouth on the mask.

From the lid of the flame, the burnt marutai comes down ragged.

Flying into the window on the verge of being squashed, he was blown outside by a blast like a backdraft.

"Yay, thanks......!

All alone so that you can bite off what's alive.

The wet meadows of the night dew were pleasant.

But it's a desert oasis......!

It was just a temporary rest, like a mirage......!

"... Ha!?

Raising his face, he was losing his word in despair.

It wasn't because I felt the whole log house burn backwards (with that), which I created after a hard time.

Rather, forward......! No, omnidirectional......!

A flame like a high wave saw just what was looming now......!

In the treasure trove of materials and food, and the woods where regular guests live, are already swallowed......!

A tough sea of flames as far as I can see no longer......!

Like an isolated island, a meadow left slightly in the form of donuts......

It's only a matter of time before it's covered up there too......!

Osama, who falls into front and rear unconsciousness, makes his voice squeal and tear around, as he cries out for love in a corner of the world.

"So... someone uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!! Help!!! I'm going to help you. Come on!!!

But...... Kamikaze never blew.