In the spring, in Japanese time, in early April, we left Banks, where we spent about four months. Whatever you say, if you've lived there for four months, you'll get to know each other a lot. After greeting those people, finishing the inn bill and leaving the Oak Tree Pavilion, Sir Partridge and the Lupa ones were waiting on the table. I told you there was no need for drop-offs, but they're disciplined.
"Crowe, thanks to you, I was able to publish my book safely. A sample arrived from the workshop the other day. It's a sign that you've done a fine job, so take it."
That's what I've said and pushed the imprinted book. I said I didn't want it and tried to give it back, but I'll rethink it and take it thankfully. Not only is it going to be a memorial, but Lupa is right, and it's going to prove his profession. Looking at it like this, it looks medium splendid. I don't know the author's pity if I just look at the book.
"Unfortunately, my book hasn't been printed yet. I'll give it to you the next time you come, so I'm sure you'll come and get it."
"That's right. Crowe, I guess you'll be back next year properly. There are still a lot of original paintings I want you to draw."
No, in your case, it hasn't even reached the stage of drawing.
"If you want me to draw it, make sure it's ready under the specimen. It took me a lot of extra time. I guess you remembered exactly how to soften the specimen and do the exhibition feet?
I pressed it just in case and my eyes swam. You had the nerve to make me do it again.
"... Regardless of the processing of the specimens, I remember exactly what to look for when collecting them. From now on, I'm going to keep a good record of my condition when I'm alive."
I'm telling you, it's obvious, right? It's weirder that you haven't kept track of this before, huh?
"Hmm. I've learned a lot about your conversation with Crowe, too. There are many more things I would like to try if I had the opportunity to explore."
"Ah... if I say so, what happened to the Shard case?
"Oh, since the mud (mud) disappeared after the snowmelt, we can't do a decent job. I wonder if it will move soon. Are you going through the shalds?
"... you don't even seem to have enough merit to push the bad road and take the old road. I'll drop you off this time."
He was talking about something he didn't love, but it would be time to leave.
"Well, good luck"
"You're coming home next year."
He called me when he got back.
"Brother, come on."
The last one is my billboard daughter Minna. I guess I'm telling you to come back next year. Somehow, we're going to be spending the next winter here.
'Wouldn't that be nice? Master. "
"The food was delicious."
'Right. Anyway, if we're going to go over the winter somewhere, I don't mind if we stay here.'
Thus we bid the winter stronghold Banks farewell.
Three days after Crowe left Banks, the Chard Investigation Team, consisting of a platoon from the First Battalion, left King's Capital. Leading the investigation team are two men, Dar and Kurshank, with a complete poverty lottery on the board.
Their mission, which was lectured by archaeologists on excavation surveys, was to carry out surveys and surveys in a manner that broadened the area surveyed during the excavation of ancient sites, even though the survey and preliminary survey of the Shaldo area - albeit in a wide area.
The hour of awakening was approaching the "ruins" planted by the Crows.