Issa and Eli, who parked their carriage near us, wept because they saw me crying... and so it became a tear-wrapped smile, we rendezvous, hug each other, rejoice with each other safely and fully thinking of seeing each other again.
That's how we hug each other, slap each other on the shoulder, stroke our heads and do what we've been up to and how we've all been doing, and so on, when we talk about it, Eric finally wakes up and joins us in tears with sloppiness... and that's how the conversation with the nostalgic faces thrives.
I am relieved to hear that we are all doing well, albeit for some reason, and relieved to hear that we are doing well with each other setting up a store, and working together, and relieved to hear that most of us, starting with Gordia, are married and have children, and relieved greatly, and heartily.
Thus, in such a conversation, I tried to ask Eric, who was clouding his words in strange parts and voicing weirdly high, how the hell he looked like that, and how he was speaking... that was the time.
The figure of an old grey-haired man descending from the carriage carriage carriage on which Isa and the others were riding in a slow modus operandi enters his sight.
As I lean my neck, whoever the hell it is, the old man behaves like he saw somewhere, stroking François with the Maires that Aisa and the others had taken with him at the trick, then staring at me, walking over here.
of the old man who just comes to stare at me silently...... look at the way he walks, behaves, tricks...... and finally look closely at that face, rub his eyes again...... I think of who the old man is, I shout out not too much surprise.
"Yes, I was alive...... are you!?
All with dead ones!?
To my voice, it became a phase of anger - she shook up the wand that was in her hand… returning a shout that was completely old and (shaved).
"Don't kill me on your own! You idiot mon!!
You were a really badly made, stupid, stupid kid, but even as an adult, that's it! You stay an idiot!!
As Isa and François stare at our exchange, - she comes right to my side and looks up at me as she lays down her swinging cane.
I was much bigger, stronger, scarier and helpless than I was when I was a kid... but now that I look at it this way, it's small, weak and... and I miss it so much.
Whereas I did - and - tried to utter words to me... at that time I was probably hiding with cover-up magic and watching how things were going, Arner shows up soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
"... Diaz, are you okay?
They were all blue, so I kept my mouth shut and watched... if it was going to be rough, I'd give you a hand. "
To Arner's appearance, Aisa and the others, Mair and - surprised and bewildered, I scratch my head and say back to Arner.
"Oh... it's okay because it's not going to be rough or anything like that.
... This man is Uncle Ben.
My father's brother, my brother... a long time ago, when my fathers were alive, they went missing... and my fathers told me that they were dead... but somehow they lived. "
I glanced at Arner...... while I saw how my uncle was doing, and when I gave such an explanation, my uncle opened his eyes with a quarrel and yelled his throat just ripped open.
"So, who's missing! What do you mean he died at the end of the sentence!? This is how Non lives!!
Oh, you idiots, what did you think you treated me like a dead man!?
When he finishes yelling, his uncle falls down, trying to fall off his knees because of his strength, and reaches out in a hurry... gently supporting that body like a thin branch.
Whether we wanted to talk or not, we would move into the yurt once, where we would cut the story off while my uncle rested.
Ask the dogs who were waiting nearby to take care of the carriage horses, Mayer and the Maires... who are raising their voices that they are hungry... support your uncle, enter the village with Isa and turn their feet into our yurt.
Once inside the yurt, ask Isa and the others to sit back in the right place and gently rest your uncle in the back of the yurt... me and Arner, Francois and three of them, sit back near it.
Then first, I will briefly finish introducing Arner to my uncle and Isa, introducing Francois and... you heard the noise, and introducing Senai, Aihan, Eima and Francis peering this way through the entrance to Yurt from outside Yurt.
Then I will introduce Isa and the others... and finally I will introduce you to my uncle, who is gathering the gaze of everyone who is here.
A father's brother, a man who was temple duty, brilliant and harsh, who taught me all sorts of things at an early age.
My parents had taught me a lot of things too, but because I didn't remember me badly, one day my parents as well as my uncle would teach me a lot of things... and in doing so we would start living in the same house together... but one day I was suddenly gone, and then I stopped coming back to our house and my uncle's house... Uncle Ben had been told by my parents that I had died some months later.
Naturally there was a funeral, and the tomb was built, but I didn't know he was alive...
"Well, to the funeral, to the grave...
That stupid couple of yours is utterly... "
My introduction...... and my uncle, who grumbled so, drops his shoulder disappointingly.
As indescribable air wraps around the yurt that way, the voices of Senai and Aihan fly from the entrance of the yurt.
"Hey, what was Diaz's father and mother like?
"To Diaz, are you in? To your uncle?
"Oh, no, no, it's not like me... and I don't even look like your uncle, I guess.
Whatever they did, they were quiet... sweet people.
Sure...... you said you work in the temple and do chores and small jobs.
I remember my uncle, who was a proper cleric, looking so fine and dressed because he was people like that. "
And when I am returning my words to the Senays... I hear a deep sigh from my uncle, who drops his shoulders without force.
That's how your uncle, staring at me, slowly opens his mouth after a dismal, disappointing eye.
"... I couldn't explain it properly to the kids. Those are them, too, but you are you too, Diaz.
You'd notice if we lived together normally.
... These are the priests who sat in the first and second seats of the Great Temple of the East, the seat of only five priests. "
I wonder what Arner and the others who don't know much about the kingdom mean by such uncle's words... and me and Isa couldn't say anything surprising, just stunned.