Gear Drive

Two people were running from the woods.

Dark roads, but fast footsteps.

They were used to running away from the darkness.

But it was beginning to take its limits.

"Ha, ha, no more!

"Let it go, let it go!

Grass, even if it is damaged by branches, it will not stop.

Life is at stake.

─ ─ ─ ─ Cuoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

"Hih!"

"Damn!

Coming from behind, signs of demons.

Why, I can't shake it off.

A man running forward holds a bag of nostalgia.

Doesn't suit the little dirty guys,

A bag of luscious silk, pale beige.

The mouth was tied with a ribbon stolen from a merchant.

There was nothing else to tie up.

This was a sale, too, but compared to the value of the contents of this bag, I don't know what to do.

Is it something that I drop?

"Also, let's throw that away already! I knew it was cursed!

"Silly! How many people ever think my people are dead!!

"So, isn't that why! That was something you shouldn't have put your hands on!!

"Ugh! If this is real, it would be awesome money!!

"So, but!

"Soon, it's almost on the street! Then you take the carriage!!

Greed, blinded bandits, do not notice.

I don't realize that my life is dying.

Naturally, it comes.

Humph!

Gah!!

"Oops!

"Wow!

A rose (twisted) from behind is entangled in his leg.

When your body is lifted, there's nothing more you can do.

"Oh no, a little more, a little more!!!

"Ugh, wow!!!

Was it a fang or a pile?

The bandit finally threw the bag.

I don't look good on them, wrapped in elegant ribbons, bags of silk.

It's too late.

"" Gahhhhhh... "

There was a merchant carriage going down the street.

Because the horse is tired, he is now pulling the horse, slowing down and walking.

Poton, I heard a noise.

"... oh?

Looking back, a beautiful ribbon-wrapped, silk bag is falling off.

"How about you, you were dropping your stuff"

The merchant went back, and when he picked it up, he threw it into the carriage.

When it comes to deliveries received at last, if they are lost, it will be difficult later.

There are many gifts and packaged items in this deposit.

Probably one of them.

"In Cardiff, is it also a party?

It's time for horse fatigue, too, when it was taken.

The merchant goes up to the carriage and runs the horse.

The wind wasn't blowing that day.

The smell of blood in the buckwheat forest did not reach the merchant.

Demons were also focused on eating their prey.

That's lucky.

When the demon noticed the sound of the hives, the carriage was already quite far away.