[Urgent Request] How to Take Care of an Abandoned Dragon?

Three.

Gonske, who repeatedly peeled several times, what the hell.

It got bigger than a big dog.

That visual, to say the least, is a thorny decouple on the back on two corners. Even when they say big dog size dragons, I believe them.

Hands and feet are also as firm as land turtles.

I can't keep it in my previous tank, so I'm letting it move freely in the house like a pong.

By the way, my father witnessed that it was for cats.

Yes, I learned that before I taught you.

Outreach, maybe Pong taught it.

Some holiday. My mother has said this.

"Shouldn't you take me for a walk?

"Indeed."

I took my mother's word for it.

Geisha Gonske enjoys playing alone on his own, but because he thought it would be better to take him outside and move his body when he grows so far.

"Look, it's for dogs, but I bought a collar and a lead."

That's our demon king. Ready.

When I asked my mother to put a collar and a lead on it, she dragged the lead around and went to the front door herself.

And he's waiting for me in front of the front door.

Um, I knew you were smart.

Leave the house.

Twenty minutes one way by bike to the convenience store.

Enough one way to the nearest bus stop.

After that, small villages form settlements.

Apart from that settlement, there is a long idle countryside.

This is the countryside, everywhere.

Time is only in the morning.

Sometimes it's spring, because it's an easy season to spend?

I was on a farm road with Auga's grandfather, who was coming for a dog walk from another settlement.

I've been calling to see if lizard walks are still unusual.

"You're a big turtle!!

Have you come with a tortoise even though there is no armor?

It's a lizard.

"How much did you do!?

"No, I picked it up that it was abandoned.

And then it got so big. "

Grandpa sees Gonske as he hears my words.

"Uh, a lot of them really dump the tortoises I bought around here at the festival nightclub!

"... right"

Indeed, there are many turtles in the fields.

And big.

The same goes for throwing it away, but I've also heard that occasionally a tortoise that is kept escapes.

You think that's going wild?

Occasionally, some catches and keeps the ones in the fields.

It seems to be an alien species, and I also hear rumors that the regulations have been tightened lately and the vendors have abandoned it.

Gonske is intrigued by the crocodile his grandfather has with him.

You're not gonna eat it, are you?

I got anxious, but I reconsider that at least I don't eat creatures because I haven't eaten pong in the first place.

Oh, is it because you're new to seeing dogs?

The wanker is a wanker and seems wary about Gonske.

Wanker, I'm starting to roar, and do you want me to just finish my walk?

When I appropriately finished my conversation with my grandfather, I resumed my walk in Gonske.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Gonske walks on my pace.

And the mobile device I was carrying instead of the clock shivered.

There were notices of followers squealing, of SNS, just intended to squeal.

"... there's no inconvenience."

It's only compulsory, but the generations before and after high school like me, the generations below, embedded a special surgical formula in their brains when they were born, until then, only some adventurers had seen their status, their items and their numbers visualized.

How such a function has long been a mystery.

However, this status visualization is an advantage for people with disease.

For example, it can be handled appropriately without checking possessions.

In a generation older than me, it seems that most people with illness are subjected to this procedure.

Against that background, do you think there is still prejudice in those who have no disease?

By the way, I'm not being treated.

The same is true of the fact that it was not obligatory, but there is another visualization of this status to which the function has been granted.

That is the ability to connect to the Internet, albeit optionally.

These two functions are set in adult circumstances.

In the meantime, I wasn't sick, and the internet hasn't been treated this way because it's too early.

If not, it floats quite a bit in school.

It's a theory that if you can't buy a popular console or something, you'll be out of company or something.

I didn't go out of company, but I really couldn't get to the story of some of my classmates in elementary and middle school and I was narrow-shouldered.

For now, there were many things that apparently seemed to have been made into hubs.

But I was more or less able to grasp the guys coming off the hook.

In the first place, the good thing about whether or not this procedure is that personal information can be presented at will if it is done, and the other thing is that the status of the untreated person is not known.

What kind of talent is that?

I don't know my name, strength, intelligence, acquisition skills, etc.

I can also say that I can't sprinkle my personal information.

For example, there is something called [appraisal] in the skills that some people can acquire or purchase, but only race and gender can tell with this.

I don't know the name, or the talent.

I don't need to bother with countermeasures.

An intersection where agricultural roads merge into public roads.

Rarely, but there are quite a few car streets to make a U-turn there.

And, pita, Gonske stopped moving.

"Are you tired?

When I asked, he pushed his head gritty to my belly so that he could turn back towards me and occasionally the pong would come sweet.

The corner hits and it hurts.

"You can't hold him."

Big dog decadence, anyway.

When I say it, I keep turning my circular eyes.

There was dissatisfaction there.

"At least if it's a flat hand size"

When I said it, I saw a bicycle coming this way from another settlement.

"Ah, Tetsu."

I didn't know if it was rusty or just because it was old. The bike stopped with such a metal noise.

Though it is different in high school, it is a dark elf man who started at the hospital where he was born and was a classmate with nursery school, elementary middle school.

"Mm, it's been a while."

I duly return it and turn back to Gonske, who may still be willing to make a wind hole in my belly.

"Wow, you're a great dragon!

You and this granny mountain?

"It's not a dragon, it's a lizard."

"No, you're a dragon.

It says "Dragon" at the Stat Race. "

Masa the Coitou Dark Elf is treated so she can see the status.

"That, too, is rare in rare. If it's a lanobe or something, it has a lot of s.

Reality is a rare dragon with about five stars. "

"... Seriously?

I'm forced to peel off Gonske and take it seriously.