9th Circle Lord

The next morning.

Luther was asked by Chiara.

“Luther. Teach us. ”

“What?”

“Everything we need to live. I want to farm, I want to build a house. How to raise livestock and how to get food and leather for everyday use through him. We want to learn. ”

At Chiara's request, Luther accepted.

“I get it. Then I'll help you after I use my powers. ”

“Thank you.”

Luther, who was looking at Chiara in reply, whistled.

“Looks like you found the answer. ”

I did not know the suffering of the xenophobia.

Of course it was his.

But life didn't have the right answer, and he had to go through the dark with the light on his way forward.

That way you get stronger.

Chiara laughed.

“That's right. We set the course. ”

It wasn't the only one.

I have established a belief that it will not be shaken, and I have set clear goals on which to work.

Now that I'm on the starting line, I won't hesitate.

Luther was brighter in his misdemeanor.

Ordinary wizards or scholars also paid attention to areas that were considered insignificant.

So I was busy with farming and livestock husbandry and cooking.

When they came back together after they had created the kingdom, the Gentiles were waiting for him.

Everyone was waiting to learn.

Facing an open eye, Luther decided to let me know in order.

“There are three things you need to live with. Food, clothes, and home. Even with these three things, there is no big crowd in life. Let me tell you about farming first. ”

Luther taught me how to farm first. There are many varieties of crops, but the most essential of them was grain. Wheat, barley, oats, etc. First of all, he taught me how to grow grain for stocks, but the quality of the soil itself was so good that it could be cultivated a few times if you build farmland and grind the soil well.

You don't need a holiday, so all you need to do is plant and grow well.

He taught me how to grow fruits, vegetables, etc., starting with grain, and then taught me how to cook.

The grain was ground to remove the bark, mixed with water, and kneaded in a furnace.

It was the appearance of bread that would be their stock in the future.

“Try it.”

Luther handed it to Ord, who was watching as if he had a well-cooked bread.

Ord's eyes swirl as he blows bread into his mouth.

“Delicious.”

“This is called bread. It's a dish for you to eat in the future. ”

The demonstration was insufficient.

Farming takes more hands than it looks.

Luther encouraged them to experience it firsthand.

It is a continuation of hardship from the beginning.

“Argh! Fire! ”

“Fire! Fire! ”

Fire spread everywhere as the furnace fell. Nolan Ord and Solen ran into each other.

The grain fell from the hand of Raziel, who clumsily collected the wheat.

I was clumsy and awkward.

Luther spared no more encouragement than to reprimand their mistakes.

Mistakes underlie success.

The more trial and error, the better.

Once I decided to learn, I had no difficulty. Over time, agricultural land was created all around.

Heterosexuals were quick to learn.

Once I taught you, I tried it without forgetting it. I had a few euphemisms, but I did it right within.

Dolken et al. started to expect it only at meals. The dishes made by the foreigners grew more and more delicious every day.

Elena's face is delightful when she eats bread in a boiled chicken soup.

It was they who saw the virtues as the talent of the foreigners increased.

“Doesn't it taste good to live by these days? ”

The look on Dolken's face as if he was drinking soup.

“Who would have imagined that a xenophobic would make such a delicious meal? ”

Elena smiles.

“I'm sorry I got so much. ”

She was wearing a shirt given by Eldupim.

I made a garment of rabbit leather in a linen garment I probably got from the stalk.

Cool during the day and warm at night.

She couldn't help but admire Elduphim's skill.

There was nothing xenophobic about it.

I had good handcraftsmanship, and later I gained more skill.

Thanks to her, Elena and the others were slaughtered.

I wasn't jealous because I got delicious food in comfortable clothes.

Moreover, I have recently stepped out of my way to build a house, so I'm starting to expect a change.

Unlike the rejoicing group, Luther was always quiet. Recently, I have deepened my mind to carry out research that will artificially create Manatsuk.

It was a study that no one had ever tried, but they believed it would be possible in the harsh natural environment of the west.

Laziel approached the sitting Luther quietly and gave her a wooden plate.

“Luther. Eat this. ”

What she made was a fried dish mixed with meat and vegetables.

Dolken, who was watching from afar, swallowed the spit.

“Wow! What is that? ”

It was the first dish I've ever seen in my life, but I can smell it and it stinks.

Raziel pointed to the flat bread.

“You can put this in the bread and eat it together. ”

It's the first dish I've ever seen.

Luther, who had blossomed, asked.

“Did you make it for yourself? ”

“Yes. I think it would be delicious to eat like this. ”

“Eat well. ”

Luther did not hesitate, but ate the roasted meat and vegetables wrapped in bread.

Definitely tasted different.

He spared no compliment.

“Delicious. Thank you, Raziel. ”

Raziel reds his cheeks in praise.

Then the heathen, who had been stealing, came one by one.

Parfa's face wished for compliments, showing off today's work.

“I cut down ten trees today. It was hard, but it worked.”

“Well done.”

Luther's compliments made Parfa's mouth deaf. When the foreigners began to take out their work as a necessity, the area quickly became a barrel of markets.

Dolken turns mute after eating honey and watches it.

“Is it that good? ”

I was jealous to see him happy and touched in a word.

“Isn't that weird? ”

Kane replied.

“Luther's relationship with the Gentiles is special. So there is nothing strange to look at. ”

“No, I mean. Why do you only like the compliments of Poison Luther? If we compliment you, you just say thank you, and it's over. ”

“The Gentiles love Luther. Don't be jealous. ”

Helena's point is that Dolken is a pain in the ass.

“I'm not jealous, I'm jealous. I want that kind of attention, too. ”

The xenophobia was not fair.

If I had something delicious, I took it to Luther first, and if I had something good, I found Luther again.

They are always the back war.

Dolken was so cold that his tears seemed to be pinging.

Elena fills her tongue.

“Then do something. ”

“Shall I? Shall I teach you how to handle weapons? ”

“Teach clumsily if you're going to beat me up like you were beaten by Chiara. ”

“I don't think they're all talented or anything like Chiara. ”

Jacques, who was keen to teach, lifted up his arms and pointed out to him:

“They already have a great teacher. ”

Chiara lifts her wooden sword after a frightening meal.

Then the interested xenophobians started watching her.

Chiara made a gesture to the Gentiles.

Dolken murmurs at the sight of the seemingly possessed heretics.

“I miss my childhood. ”

Now they had nothing more to interfere with. He misses his childhood when heterosexuals were young.

At that time I was able to help a little, but now I'm in the opposite position.

I don't have to teach myself.

At some point, the foreigners were learning to grow and grow on their own.

Chiara thought she wasn't enough to teach someone.

No system, no format.

The flow of swordsmanship other than seeing nature is not something anyone can learn.

After all, it was the Luther who found Chiara in the face of a difficult xenophobia.

Luther heard Chiara's grievance and asked.

“Is that what you all want? ”

Chiara nods.

“We want to be strong. ”

She reveals a deep fascination.

“Luther liberated us from monsters and called us heterosexuals, but humans don't see us that way. If they persecute us, we need the strength to fight. Besides, I've had enemies with Luther, so I want to be helpful. ”

Chiara resembles Luther.

It could have been reasonable and bold as needed. The Holy Spirit was pure, but neither was it fragile.

The Chiara and the xenophobics defended themselves and chose a direction that would help Luther.

So I needed strength, and I needed Luther's help.

Luther didn't want anything from the Gentiles. So I didn't intend to interfere as long as I didn't need it. When I heard Chiara's answer, I thought I was too relieved.

‘You've forgotten where they are. ’

If you go out into the world, no one will welcome you. After all, you will see blood, and you will be forced to fight.

Luther realized that they needed power.

“I understand, but wait. You're not like humans, so you won't fit in with your old manna performance. So I'll make you a new manna performance. ”

I didn't think xenophobia would fit in with human manna performance.

You need to know the body condition and the propensity of each.

Luther began to think about how to create a manna performance, thinking about starting a gig and teaching it right.

While Luther was studying the performance of Mana, there was a smoke breeze among the heterosexuals.

As the body developed and the mind matured, colorful emotions blossomed.

One of them was love.

Female ogre Shanen takes care of livestock. It was clumsy, but my function was to take the eggs out of the faithful henhouse and put them in a basket.

In the meantime, I felt popular behind my back. Turning his head, he was a male ogre pelog.

Shanen asked with a suspicious face.

“Pelog. What's going on? ”

“Uh-uh. That's..... ”

Pelog, who stutters and blushes his face, stumbles behind what is happening today.

Then he pulled out his hidden arm in an awkward move.

I had a small flower in my hand.

“Take this. ”

“What's with the flowers? ”

“Just because it looks like you. ”

“You look like me? ”

“Me, I……. I like you.”

Pelog's shy confession blushes Shanen's face.

“I'll be right there. ”

The shameful Pelog disappeared like a shot.

Shanen didn't catch the reed.

I don't know why it makes my heart so excited.

The warm breeze did not only blow to the Ogres. Other races have frequently experienced the same situation as Pelog and Shanen.

I checked on each other's favorite emotions and started sticking around.

I also held hands and hugged her.

Dolken suddenly hated open cavities.

I enjoyed xenophobic lovers who said it was good to stick together wherever they went.

When I saw the heterosexuals who fell in love, I felt a feeling of hunger.

He mutters.

“Heterosexuals have lovers, and I don't know what this is. ”

It's absurd, and it's cranky.

But what was certain was that the babies of the foreigners would no longer appear outside.