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Chapter 49: Status (Part 1)

Translated by Kiki and Tracy

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Blast!

I heard Antonio’s loud noise.

Hungarian women still blew their dievbijīgajās to snap into Feisha is that it was almost the so excited earth that turned off from the part of meat.

Shamal rose but did not ask. Antonio kept his original position and kept sitting beside the fire to continue the barbecue. Feisha, although his is his representation of the company could not see himself returned Shamal is a very unpleasant aspect to his face, the scent of furry, was proportional to the sound.

When fāržu appeared a sound, action and Layton joined forces to move the tent. Jinz was not worried about the tent and immediately ran away. Husse disappeared.

Since the Feisha Isfels sat most of the Shamal is, if trying to identify the knowledge in Isefelu, symbolize slowly Samal scandal, disconnect the fire, covering his nose: “I did not know you’re going to go to Prince Elvišķs” Why? You accept that that’s fun. ”

Clearly Isefel did not think it was fun. “Just go out”

Will we get out?

Feisha’s heart, closely related to the piston movement, appeared, soon the hot picture rendered to the back of his mouth. Smooth, delicious at the moment, he made a complete removal of his body to create an excitement that could be, expressed his protest against the apparently of his pants border.

He broke his hand and saw Isfel. When he saw bezskahīgi reading a book, he was released from emergency and ready to piper spray, chose kebab.

He was sorry for the first line of meat and his eyes were almost shocking.

For the second time, the meat was baked in a small piece of black wood.

“Why can you do that?” Feisha got mad.

Isefels smiled, said: “Please keep your nose away from the next time of a bleeding fire.”

… ….

So accidentally he threw flesh of flesh into the fire, considering scenes that could not be expressed in a few words.

Feisha then prevented the wonderful appearance of a painful gin, the rope of the flesh by recreating the impressive carbon.

Jin looked for a fuse and did not worry.

Feisha pulled the piping jar out of the pocket and spun the heart of tears.

Suddenly, Isfel laid off his book and reached an iron bundle.

Feisha saw him amazingly.

“What do you want to eat?” Issefels pushed the basket before him.

“What do you say?” Feish’s voice was full of enthusiasm. “Do you confirm that you’re trying to do it? Oh, I want to do this to eat this, and all this …”

“…” Isfeļa’s flank side wiped out the basket and asked again: “What do you eat?”

A few hours for Feisha thinking, then choose items from the basket that ends up finding a coriander, hesitate to choose from. “That”.

They trust the strong children as angels, Feisha relies on waiting for the finished plate.

Three minutes later, Faisher revealed confidence will be in a crisis situation.

Isefel is a poker face gathering a shrimp of iron fork and putting another.

He looked trusted as Feisha’s consolation and consumed swallowed words. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

After 30 minutes, the basket was almost empty.

Feishai must recognize that fallen angel really became an angel. The speed of their food seemed very wonderful.

Isefels took from the last grass of the fork, and carefully saw only the last coriander basket.

Feisha began to smile when he grumbled slowly: “In fact, I have a good food coriander.”

As the latter, a coriander brought up the hero Fenian front.

Shamal has already tried on and forth three times, because he ate too much.

Layton was not as available, but he continued his trip to the toilet. A comfortable stomach was too high, he slowly filled the food.

Since Jin could find the Hugesa, he had the ministries and agencies he had eaten, and to keep the mice off, to stop the hunger, we had to endure the difficulties.

Isfel finished his life experience and kept his book.

Feishu abandons everything, slowly releasing it, looking at the reserved flesh cord.

Before he had the opportunity to turn the meat from the cord, on the other hand, Jin, to lower his voice to pull back his back behind 10 tons, and asked: “Are you sackets underneath?”

Faisha shook his head slowly and shook his head.

Ginz stared at him for a long time and said to him: “Other adjustments, put one third of the hobbies that you have indicated”

Feisha looked at his face intensely: “I have done my best.

“…” Unfortunately, the best speakers are actually the lowest **. Mr. Jin said, “It shows the reason for your failure.”

Feisha told the story.

Jin was disappointed: “What do you think carefully? Why can you worry about this important moment?”

“Well, uh …” Feisha hopelessly said “I’m waiting for the future.”

The jeans were disappointed. “If we do not recognize the presence, the future will never be”

The atmosphere of the conversation suddenly became serious.

Shamal only went to the past to take pepper and hesitated to speak in his sad expression.

Jin asked without igniting: “What’s happening?”

Shamal rubbed his stomach, he again connected him to the toilet and revealed a smile he thought was very well known. “Do you have chili?

Feisha took the bottle out of his pocket and did not refer to that idea but spoiled it in his direction. Shamal crossed it and hesitated.

“Perhaps that?” Jin asked badly.

“No, I like … are you busy for something now?”

Jin and Faisha have one “no”

After Shamal took vacations, Gin led to Feisha in a brave way. “Have you had a bride in your world?”

“… Why do you ask for it?

Mr. Jin patiently replied.

“I was alone”, Feisha finally acknowledged “no longer”.

“Is she as good as Isfels?”

“Well …” It was difficult to compare women and men, but the face responded quickly. “No”

“Is she as strong as Isfel?”

Something is enough that Isefel is not classified as a man. Feisha shook his head.

“Is she as strong as Isfel?”

Have anyone ever seen God before they depended? Are you a favorite God’s child? Are you named Lucifer’s trusted bonus?

Feiša finished as follows. “Before I came to Noah’s ark, I personally never saw wings from my back.

“Yes, Jin will stop,” the last question. ”

Feisha, in fact, filled Jean’s serious expression badly.

“You have to answer me in one second.”

“… What, why?

When Mr. Jin grasped the barbone and nodded, he admired “That is a thunder.”

Feisha seems to be strong.

“Ask!” Jin announced.

Feisha attracted attention.

“Are you, Isisel?”

“Issefel,” Feisha responded for 0.5 seconds without losing the shot. It was as good as his brain was unconnected for the other half.

Jin flashes on his shoulder. “I do not know what this means – it’s your health, not for you, your standards are too low.”

Too low? She was openly accepted as the goddess of their cohort and she graduated legally …

How was it low? How was it low? Feisha fell into the hands of intense retirement. Why did he fly to the man who flew the wings and spent in the pool or in the book?

“Oh, ah …”

The surrounding rookie put the two back to the reality. Shamal shook his head, rendering Antonio, shaking his head, scratching his left behind him. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

“What’s wrong?” Feisha shook her eyes a lot.

Jing “seems to be aphrodisiac or something.

“Where are the red peppers?” Both shouted like one. His desperate eyes were based on a small bottle of Shamal’s legs.

“… …”

“… …”

At this point, Shamal became more or less Antonio.

“I think the bottle is empty,” Carrots are cut around the neck.

“I think I gave him this bottle,” Feisha kagged around the largest mountain in his neck.

“…”

Antonio looked like he would play. “Is it a medicine?” Feisha felt more calm than he felt, he asked.

“Even without the manual it was half price, so I did not get the manual”.

Feisha included this amnesty. “Where do you want to buy it?”

“Radon chamber.”

Asa was still eating, but Layton was preparing to step in the evening. Because the lobby had a cement-room, since the nails were impossible, Layton invented a completely new type of super glue, which only holds the tent to the ground. Like caution against the strong sale storm in the lobby, he could click and apply some glue levels again and then retire to his tent.

Something fell on his back, he came flying at the tent.

“A bit superficial”, Feisha could hear it on the tent with his tent, “Is meat good?

“Yes, it’s out of food and salt saliva,” said Asa.

Feisha quietly wiped the spray from her face, laughed with tension. Do not worry about eating until you finish talking a bit with Layton. When the message arrived, he turned and the tent fell.

Layton only raised himself. Why are you in my tent? ”

“I need to talk about something”

Laide’s story was serious and confused. “After that I caught me naked, started at the end of a long discussion. However, if I think I came with me again, you can be from one another.”

“…”

Fortunately, Jin chose to arrive at Shamal this time. Shamal has been put in place, an intense scent persistently continually spread is swollen, there is a small t-shirt in the pants, the limit was abundant testimonies that there was nothing for the aphrodisiac.

Layton was mixed. “Gin, you – I do not think you’ll do that with the Shamal!”

Jin threw his life out of frustration. If the fuse is misunderstood that you are angry, I’ll throw you.

Layton’s mouth was closed with a sound click. He was responsible for seeing Almedand’s brother for a very long business relationship, but there was a need to draw the line somewhere.

“Do you heal your aphrodisk?”

“Yes, it will be 50 gold coins, thank you.”

“What?” Jin grew. “Only 20 anti-inflammatory pains!

“Something presses him when he is down, is a business mechanism, they are brothers.”

“… …”

Layton sat patiently.

Jin hates to convey the fifth gold coin.

“Thank you,” Leighton kept the coin and smiled. “He must take a cold shower.”

“Is it all?”

“Afrodisiaco only lies in the cold rain to you, you obviously deny it. If eating too much overshadowed is bad for you.

What hell are you in the free time of Aphrodisks?

“Well,” Faisher finally said “What will happen to her at the shower?”

The three eyes crossed each other. Layton resigned quickly. “He’s too heavy to carry me.”

As soon as Gina dropped his attention to Fisher, he also retired. “He’s too hard for me to deal with”

Hughes’s sad curiosity took place through the entrance before Jin told something. “Jin …”

Jin saw his resignation. “Unfortunately, I just do not have time for it,” he said before retiring. Feisha and Layton looked at each other.

Shamal complained about fabric and worsened the soul.

Feisha split her finger. “The EU understands!”

Layton still believed in the idea of ​​Phash. “What’s this?”

Friendly breeding grounds. “Clients always use it to do that, but it’s time to participate fun.”

Translator’s note
Downton Abbey Reference
Renin members’ reference This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

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Chapter 49: Status (Part 1)

Translated by Kiki and Tracy

Luck can be more elusive than even emotional intelligence, you know?

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Boom!

A loud farting noise emerged from Antonio’s direction.

Still immersed in his lascivious thoughts, Feisha was so startled that he almost dropped the piece of meat on the ground.

Shamal stood up but didn’t apologize. Antonio maintained his original posture and continued to sit by the fire to continue barbecuing. Feisha could not see his expression from his firmly turned back, but from Shamal’s extremely embarrassed look on his face, the smell of the fart was proportional to its sound.

The moment the sound of the fart emerged, Asa and Layton joined forces to move the tent to a remote place. Gin didn’t bother about his tent and fled immediately. Hughes had disappeared, probably streaking around again.

Feisha and Isefel sat the furthest from Shamal, so he just covered his nose symbolically, slowly edging towards the bonfire, trying to scrape up an acquaintance with Isefel with Shamal’s scandal, “I didn’t know that the elvish prince would fart too. Don’t you assume it’s funny?”

Isefel obviously didn’t find it funny. “It just goes in and comes out.”

Goes in? Comes out?

A scene closely relevant to the movement of pistons emerged in Feisha’s mind, and soon a warm current slipped back into his mouth. The faint, salty taste quickly made his body generate excitement that he was completely unable to suppress, and it was clearly protesting against the restraints of his trousers.

He folded his arms around his knees and peeked at Isefel. Seeing him reading the book insensibly, he let out a sigh of relief and picked up the kebab, ready to sprinkle pepper.

He regretted at the first sight of the line of meat, eyes almost popping out from shock.

For the second time, the meat was burnt into small pieces of black charcoal.

“How could this be?” Feisha was frantic.

Isefel said blandly, “Keep your nose away from the fire the next time it bleeds.”

……

So he accidentally threw the string of meat into the fire at the thought of some indescribable scene.

Feisha was grieved to dump the meat string into the spectacular heap of charcoal, then threw a pitiful look at Gin.

Gin was on his quest in search for Hughes and didn’t bother to take notice of him.

Feisha pulled out the bottle of pepper from his pocket and shed tears heartily.

All of a sudden, Isefel put down his book and reached for the iron fork.

Feisha looked at him surprisingly.

“What do you want to eat?” Isefel pushed the basket in front of him.

“What did you just say?” Feisha’s voice was full of excitement. “Are you sure that you are going to do this by yourself? Oh, I want to eat this, this, this, and this, this, this… ”

“…” Isefel’s gaze swept round the basket and asked him again, “What do you not eat?”

Feisha thought about it for a while, then hesitated to pick and choose items from basket, only to find coriander in the end. “This.”

In trust of powerful creatures such as angels, Feisha confidently waited for the meal to be prepared.

Three minutes later, Feisha discovered that one’s trust will encounter crises just as well.

Isefel, with a poker face, took off the shrimp from the iron fork and put another one on.

He looked so confident that Feisha’s words of comfort and encouragement were all swallowed back.

Thirty minutes later, the basket was almost emptied.

Feisha has to admit that the fallen angels were fallen angels indeed. Even their speed of scorching food seemed to be so extraordinary.

Isefel took of the last corncob from the fork, then stared emotionlessly at the only and last coriander in the basket.

Feisha’s smile twitched as he slowly murmured, “Actually, I’m fine with eating coriander.”

Thus, the last coriander was heroically sacrificed in front of Feisha.

Shamal had already made three trips back and forth to the toilet because of eating too much.

Although Layton didn’t reach that extent, he still made a trip to the toilet. Asa’s gastric capacity was too high, and he was still slowly stuffing the food down.

Gin could not find Hughes, so he had to turn his hunger into grief and exerted himself in the process of barbecuing, saving a portion for Hughes with each serving he ate.

Isefel was over with experiencing life and went on with his book.

Feisha was left all by himself, staring at the reserved meat string and drooling slowly.

But before he had the chance to approach the meat string, Gin pulled him back behind the tent, lowered his voice and asked, “Did you fix it?”

Feisha shook his head slowly with a grieved look on his face.

Gin stared at him for a long time and told him earnestly, “Take a third of the trickery skills you showed when matching others.”

Feisha had a bitter look on his face, “I tried my best.”

“…” So, unfortunately, the greatest talkers are indeed the least doers**. Gin sighed, “Summarize the reasons of your failure.”

Feisha recounted the tale.

Gin was dissatisfied, “What do you mean by distraction? How can you be possibly distracted during this pivotal moment? ”

“Well, ummm…” Feisha looked up hopelessly, “Looking forward to the future.”

Gin was frustrated, “Without grasping the present, you will never have a future.”

The atmosphere of the conversation abruptly turned serious.

Shamal just happened to be passing by to borrow some pepper, hesitating to speak at the sight of their grim expressions.

Gin asked without turning around, “What’s up?”

Shamal rubbed his stomach that made him  enter the toilet several times, revealing a smile that he thought was very friendly. “Do you have any pepper?”

Feisha fished the bottle from his pocket and tossed it in his direction without bothering to think. Shamal caught it smoothly in his hand and hesitated.

“Anything else?” Gin prompted impatiently, unmoving.

“No, I just… Are you guys busy right now or something?”

There was a slight pause before Gin and Feisha simultaneously responded with a single “No.”

After Shamal took his leave, Gin turned to Feisha with another method of encouragement. “Did you have any girlfriends back in your world?”

“…Why do you ask?”

“Answer the question,” Gin said impatiently.

“I had one,” Feisha finally admitted with a sigh, “but not anymore.”

“Well is she as good looking as Isefel?”

“Uhhhh…” Comparing a female to a male was somewhat difficult, but Feisha answered swiftly nonetheless. “No.”

“Was she as strong as Isefel?”

Someone as strong as Isefel probably couldn’t be classified as a human. Feisha shook his head.

“Did she have as strong a background as Isefel?”

Depends. Has there been a human who had seen God before? Been God’s favorite child? Appointed as Lucifer’s trusted right-hand man?

“I mean,” Feisha concluded, “I personally never saw wings sprout out of her back before I came to Noah’s Ark.”

“Right.” Gin paused. “One last question.”

Feisha subconsciously tensed up at Gin’s serious expression.

“You have to answer me within one second.”

“…What why?”

“Because it’s a lightning round,” Gin said as he took out a BBQ skewer and waved it around, “and this is the prize.”

Feisha gulped harshly.

“Question!” Gin announced.

Feisha snapped to attention.

“Who do you like more: your ex or Isefel?”

“Isefel,” Feisha replied in half a second, not missing a beat. Which was just as well, because his brain went offline in another half a second.

Gin patted his shoulder in sympathy. “No idea what this means. It’s not you, it’s your ex. Your standards were just too low.”

Too low? She was publicly accepted as the goddess of their cohort, had obtained her Masters of Law…

How was this low? How was this low?! Feisha brought a hand down onto the ground in bitter resignation. Why had he fallen for a man who flew around with wings and spent all his time either in the pool or in his books?

“Mm- Ah…”

A nearby moan brought the two back to reality. Shamal was squirming against Antonio, right hand caressing his neck while his left wound itself around him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Feisha exclaimed, eyes wide.

Gin frowned. “He looks like he’s on aphrodisiacs or something.”

Wait. “Where’s the pepper?!” the two screamed as one. Their frantic searching gazes rested upon the little bottle at Shamal’s feet.

“………”

“………”

Shamal at this point was more or less lying completely on Antonio.

“I think the bottle is empty,” Gin croaked around the lump in his throat.

“I think I gave him that bottle,” Feisha croaked around the bigger lump in his throat.

“…”

Antonio looked like he was about to snap. “Is there a cure to this?” Feisha asked, sounding calmer than he felt.

“No idea. It was half price without the manual so I didn’t get the manual.”

Feisha completely understood this frugality. “Where’d you buy this from?”

“Layton’s room.”

Asa was still eating, but Layton was about to pack up and turn in for the night. The lobby had cement flooring that made it impossible to nail pins, so Layton had invented a completely new type of superglue to just glue their tents to the ground. As a precaution for the strong gusts of wind in the lobby, he flitted around and reapplied multiple layers of glue before finally allowing himself to retreat into their tent.

Something collided with his back and sent him flying into the tent.

“Hey Asa,” Feisha could be heard saying with his back to the tent, “is the meat good?”

“Yes,” Asa said while spraying bits of food and saliva.

Feisha calmly wiped the spray off his face, smile unfaltering. “That’s great! Why don’t you keep eating until I finish my little chat with Layton?” Message delivered, he turned around and crawled into the tent.

Layton had just picked himself back up. “Why are you in my tent?”

“I need to talk to you about something.”

Layton’s stare was serious and unwavering. “I know you managed to catch me naked once,” he began after a long period of consideration, “but if you think I’ll let you have your way with me again then you’ve got another thing coming.”

“…”

Thankfully, Gin chose this moment to arrive with Shamal in tow. Shamal was held in place, but the heavy panting, steadily reddening flush and small tent in his pants was evidence enough that the restriction had nothing on the aphrodisiac.

Layton was taken aback. “Gin, you- You- I can’t believe you’re planning on doing it with Shamal!”

Gin threw his prisoner down with an exasperated huff. “Shut up. I’m going to castrate you if you keep sprouting nonsense and Hughes misunderstands.”

Layton’s mouth closed with an audible click. He was kind of duty-bound to look out for Almedande’s brother after such a long business relationship, but a line had to be drawn somewhere.

“Does your aphrodisiac have a cure?”

“Yeah. That’ll be fifty gold coins, thanks.”

“What?!” Gin sprang up. “The aphrodisiac only cost twenty!”

“Something something kicking them while they’re down. It’s how business works, bro.”

“………”

Layton sat patiently.

Gin reluctantly handed over fifth gold coins.

“Thanks,” Layton grinned, putting the coins away. “He needs to take a cold shower.”

“That’s all?”

“The aphrodisiac just makes you horny, taking a cold shower would obviously negate that. Eating and showering too much is bad for you though, so I wouldn’t recommend doing it too much.”

Who the hell eats aphrodisiacs in their free time?

“Well,” Feisha finally spoke, “who’s gonna take him to shower?”

Three pairs of eyes met each other. Layton immediately backed away. “He’s too heavy for me to carry.”

As soon as Gin’s eyes swept towards Feisha, he backed away as well. “He’s too strong for me to handle.”

Before Gin could say anything, Hughes’ sad wail wafted through the entranceway. “Gin…”

Gin looked at them in resignation. “Sorry, but I just don’t have time for this,” he said before leaving. Feisha and Layton stared at each other.

Shamal let out a broken moan, worsening the overall mood even more.

Feisha snapped his fingers. “I got it!”

Layton still had faith in Feisha’s ideas. “What is it?”

A sinister chuckle. “Customers used to do this to us all the time, but it’s time I get to join in on the fun.”

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Translator’s Notes
*reference from Downton Abbey
**reference from Comrade Lenin

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