The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

I recommend lodging at the Eck house. I left early.

Do you want to sight the city of Suomi for a little while, then spend the night at the inn and go home?

and so on, headed to the harbor.

In the harbor, people were flourishing.

The harbor is used by Harrol as a hub for dealings with Ireland, but flourishes in dealings with cities on the back of the mountain more than it used to be.

Shipbuilding and the like were also flourishing.

It was during this time that the initial type of astronomical voyage was completed.

The medium-sized precision clock was completed earlier, costly, but for now I was able to get the mechanism in place.

With astronomical navigation, you will be able to navigate freely through the wide open ocean plains.

At least it won't be that hard to go where you went again.

As the walk overlooked the sea, walking along the shoreline stone embankment, a floater sat on the embankment and watched the sunset slip into the sea.

Her face is full of beards, and her untreated hairbrushing hair is beaten by the sea breeze and she is bumpy.

The muddy jacket was dull with her hair.

Cartoons and all that, this kind of thing is surprisingly a genius warrior, or a famous philosopher.

You can be a martial artist who will be the protagonist's master......

I miss you.

With that in mind, I tried to pass by and I heard the floater mumbling some phrase as he sang.

'... the Lord said. Return what is in the sea to the sea, and what is in the mountains to the mountains. If you don't want to take the path to the Yin Dynasty, go away from where it was born. Otherwise, we'll get lost. and…'

He was reciting a passage of the scriptures of Islam with bumps.

It was, of course, Terrorist.

What am I, a jerk? I suspected, and looked at my ear first.

He had a hairy hair that stretched out to the pussy, and he was deaf.

I grabbed the short knife I was putting behind my back.

I'm too suspicious of anything at all.

"Hey, who are you?"

I spoke in Terrorist.

The man's face, looking back gently, was burnt and red in the day.

The whole area is dirty, just as the skin that collapsed in the sun became dirty as it was.

"Am I?

The man who answered with a vain eye looked somewhat familiar.

"... Are you kidding me, Harold Harrell?

"... you."

Harrol, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, uttered a voice like a soul lost, a heart lost.

I pulled Harrol, or I was forced to pull him into a nearby tavern.

"What the hell happened?"

On the table, there is already a beer on board that has been carried.

………

"Answer me. Here, have a beer."

I pushed the beer jock towards Harrol.

Harrol was still hungry for booze, and when he had the jock, he leaned toward stirring.

"Gee, gah, go-ho"

He coughed hard, spilled the beer he drank because of it, and made stains on his dirty jacket.

Were you even hit in the throat by the tide?

But when I tried again, I drank it without coughing up this time.

"Excuse me."

I stopped the waitress.

"Beer, please."

I said.

It's distilled liquor.

Whoa, an order came in from a guy drinking free booze.

"... sorry, I figured I'd jock the distilled liquor, not the beer"

Let him drink as much as he likes already.

"What, with a jock?"

Few people ask for distilled liquor with a jock on a boulder, Mr. Waitress asked back in surprise.

Well, if you die of drinking the wrong amount, then it's time.

"With a jock. And fill the knobs with meat. The one that's not too hard. This is your money."

I let him hold three silver coins.

Exactly. Even a distilled liquor jock should put a lot of value on it, so it would be better to pay in advance.

"Yes, sir."

Wait a minute. The jock distilled liquor came.

I opened my mouth when I saw Harrol swallowed the sole down with a cockroach.

"So, what happened?"

"... my flush is gone..."

Harrol said in a tongueless drunken voice.

Flow.

Is my friend gone?

That's sad.

No, you don't.

You mean Hune?

Is the ship gone?

The fact that it's so dented means it may have sunk or something and lost it.

"Even the pirates did it to you?

"No... I will, Hiroji-chan and I will be left alone from the ship."

Why, myself and my great-grandfather, Hilara put me down......

Um, does Ranlan mean rebellion?

Shipwrecked, rebellion broke out, thrown out on a boat in a combo with an old sailor......?

The fact that there was a rebellion on the ship and the captain was killed or thrown out on the boat was a common story in comics and stuff, but I've never seen anyone I know see like that.

You really do have one.

Even so, blaming the crew would be harsh.

In the first place, it is reckless to go out into the open sea.

Going out into the outer sea is different from sailing in the inland sea on all sides of the land or along the coast where shores are always visible.

If you get lost, you die.

I can't drink sea water, so if I run out of food and water, I starve to death without question.

Under such circumstances, no land is visible and food and water are diminished day by day.

Sailors get anxious.

If we don't get to land after twenty days where we were told to sail ten days beforehand, it will be obvious, but it won't be enough.

Because we are shipwrecked in reality, it is also extremely difficult for sailors to provide a satisfactory explanation.

As a result, if you run out of food and water, don't be ridiculous, be responsible for the sea algae chips. That would be the obvious story.

It cannot be thrown into the sea alive and can be considered as a conscience as long as it was given a boat.

"So, the ship is better."

"Come back."

They're not coming back from the ship.

You're dead.

By now, I wonder if we are drifting with starving sailors on board, becoming ghost ships and letting the sea plains drift into the currents.

Or are you climbing up rock walls, reefs, holes in the bottom of the boat or rolling over by storm and sinking......

Nan Wu San.

But it's also ironic that you'd rather be put on a boat, thrown out into the Great Sea Plains, and practically executed to go home alive.

They wouldn't have been fed, and I guess there was land just off the point where it was thrown out.

Did the navigators have a better idea of the direction of the land......

"Well, what. That was tough."

At the same time, I felt like I deserved it.

What Harrol was doing, I don't know if he was conscious, was shooting distant targets with artillery and losing all his property if he missed the target. Games like that.

In relation to language, I don't talk if I don't get on the boat myself, so let others do it and I only get the benefit. I can't do the job of

Nature, the ship will have its own life on it.

That means we can't escape ruin in the future.

No matter how good the artillery is and how many times I let it hit far away, one day it will fail.

That's when they take it to life.

Before Risky, he broke down as a business model.

When the artillery was removed, all property was lost, but we were lucky not to be taken to life.

Both Iceland and Toeisa Island return ships do similar things, but this one has a survival rate of about 50% to 70% on a round-trip basis, and is also said to be a voyage of death.

We have about a half to 30% chance of dying, so it would be a miracle if we made ten successful returns.

"Hey, it's over... Etha, why don't you tell me you're dead at sea..."

What the heck......

No...

"Start over."

"No... I don't have any more money to buy."

You bastard......

I don't know.

"Ma, for now, even a woman should hold and sappy when she's depressed. You want to go to the whorehouse?

It's like, "I'm gonna give you a soap."

No, it actually stays that way.

But there will be men in the world who are no longer willing to die after being comforted by a whore.

Probably......

"No, it's okay."

Oh.

"Fine, you mean ok"

"Around the corner"

I don't like it.

"Why not? Is that for some reason?"

Strange.

This guy would be accumulating, so I thought he'd jump without one or two.

"Tease me about the purpose of the slut, Dr. Etha..."

You're Dr. Etha.

Did Dr. Etha tell you, "I don't think you should Eh"?

Muslims and stuff like that, for the chickens you just made yesterday.

Even with that doctrine, I'm not a professional clergyman, so ignore it - good luck with that.

"Then you can't even kill yourself."

"Suicide is a twist..."

If I had died earlier, I would have told you.

You don't want to kill yourself.

Difficult.

So the well cooked broiled meat was carried.

When the waitress's daughter saw Harrol, who was getting drunk, she put her index finger on her mouth properly and, winking, silently left the meat behind.

Nice shop.

"Look, let's get you drunk."

"Ugh!

"They eat knobs, too."

Take one broiled meat that has been cooked with oil, which stands in a hot air with dust.

When I wore it, the gravy spread in my mouth.

They baked it with vanilla seeds inside, perfumed and quite delicious.

"Don't take it, I'll take it"

Harol also lost and took the broiled meat from the plate and crushed it.

If you just bone in no time, you take the next one.

I stuck it in my stomach from next to next, and I flattened a plate.

That's right, I just call myself an alcoholic, and in those days, I was drinking up too.

"Gosh, whoo. Damn it."

After making such a statement, enough later, Harrol was lying asleep slamming against the table.

Humans, if they get hungry and drunk, they get sleepy.

Well, he's the only guy with a handle on his health, so he won't have a cold if he rolls.

Excuse me.

I called Mr. Waitress.

"Yes ~ Yes, what?

"Could you roll this guy somewhere till tomorrow morning?"

"Oh, that's good."

Is that okay?

I thought I'd be a little reluctant, but it was light.

"I'm not a dangerous person, so if you could just put me in a warehouse that could be rubbish"

"No, Mr. Harrold asked me to treat you very much. I've been a little shabby lately."

Mr. Waitress looked a little lonely.

Was Harrol a regular here?

Where the feathers were good, I wonder if they used to behave here even in big booze.

Now to the late sailors.

"I'll pick it up tomorrow morning, thank you"

"Ah... yes"

"Oh, and do you have a chisel or something?"

"Er...? If you're cleaning the floor, I'll do it here, though?

"No, I'm not. It's too boring. I thought I'd get you dressed while you were asleep."

I pulled Harrol from behind and put him to sleep on the floor.

Pull the knife out of your pocket.

"Hih."

Mr. Waitress screamed briefly.

"I won't go wild. It's just hair."

When I wet Harrol's jaw beard with the water I was drinking, I grabbed his hair and fastened it, sliding a short knife.

There is only a short knife that can often be cut into boulders, and if it is a razor, I shave the bristles that the blade is likely to become useless, crisp.

"Ahhh... pup... ugh, okay?

"That's okay. That's okay."

I slipped a short knife out of Harrol's jaw and shaved his hair off his head with Zorizoli.

Just leave your eyebrows.

When I completely shaved all the way up to my ear hair, twisted it, lifted my head, and shaved it all up nicely to the hair behind my neck, Harrol's hair was a stuffy pile.

"Oh, I'll clean it."

Mr. Waitress stopped me as I tried to clear my hair with a shovel.

"Really? Then let's move on."

When I dragged Harrol and threw him into something like a barn, I didn't want to go back to the deputy mansion, so I dived into the proper lodging and revealed the night.