I left the village with the senzies and ran east... and that's how I got into view was the exact sight of one old man dragging a number of marutai bigger than I expected.
Bundle the five round-tails looking like you just dropped a felling branch into one with a rope, grab that rope and drag it gooey to leave it to you.
As I stare at the sight that surprises me where that little body has such power, and that old man is confused as to what the hell he's going to do that for, an old man who seems to have found something about us shouts out loud with a smile on his face over here.
"Ooh, ooh, not really just people!
I don't have any magic. I'm just a man!
How dare you, now that you've ever survived...!
Based on that attitude and that word, I decided that there would be no malice in the old man, and I turn my foot under the old man, relaxing my vigilance.
That's how I narrowed my distance from the old man, and I realize the letters are written on the marutai the old man is dragging on.
"Take it home today and make it timber"
That was written by Senai and Aihan when they used to go to the woods...... they call out to me staring at the letters as the old man slaps Bessibeshi and Marutai with their hands.
"Oh, this.
See, your lords forgot this in the woods, so they cut it off at Ora's.
It would be better if it said to cut it down immediately or something, because it is cut down and left there, so if you need it, you should go get it. "
"Ah, oh. Thanks.
So, what the hell are you...?
"Hmm? Oh, is that Ola's name?
Ola is the Narbant of the Sinus. Once upon a time, I thought I'd help you keep your promises, but I came after the magic of those menkos who asked for the word. "
In response to that word of an old man named Narbant, I roar "hum" as I scratch my head.
Perhaps this old man is the old man that the Senays met in the woods.
It doesn't look like you're bluffing to see what it says and does, and it doesn't even look like you're trying to fool us or do something wrong.
... Assuming you came here with some malice, you should behave a little more normally to avoid being suspicious.
Using Arner's soul appraisal would make it clear... well, first of all, I'm pretty sure.
"... what the hell is that old promise like?
Thinking for a little while before I say so, the old man throws out the rope he had in his hand and raises his voice as he strokes that splendid mustache with a gushi.
"Uh... it's been a long time since I've told you that.
Well...... let's just try to make it easy for the Lord to understand now.
It was a long time ago when monsters and tempers dominated the world of death.
Ora and I spent days digging holes in every race in every corner of the world of death, frightened of when they would attack us and kill us.
... it was a man without the magic of the Lord who appeared in this land one day.
The man began to fight the monsters with a weapon and wisdom that the gods had given him.
With a weapon that I have never seen or heard of, I worked out a ploy with astonishing wisdom, and stood up to them with courage and determination.
Even in front of countless monsters, Ora and I saw a man who kept fighting without being frightened at all, and they began to gather under a man... and that's how he became one of the only men to fight. "
It's like I've never heard of it somewhere...... Narbant starting to tell such old stories.
He sees me and the dogs listening quietly and continues the conversation with a soft smile.
"Ora and Ora, united in the lower one of the only people, at the end of the struggle, almost defeated the monsters, purifying most of the spiralling temper, and that's how they made their country here... but they lost the opportunity to clump together when only people traveled east.
We received reports that only people died of illness, but at the end of the day, the country that was one fell apart.
... the will of that man is, "If a man appears in the land again, if it was someone who could join hands with everyone, I want you to help him"...
That's why Ola came here to help the Lord, who is only a man. "
The old man, who narrowed his story with those words, walked up to my sight and poked my belly lightly with a lightly gripped fist.
I get tired of that behavior that my friends have been doing for years, and I wonder what to give it back.
A long time ago... I came here for a will that my ancestors were entrusted, believing an old story that I don't even know if it really happened.
Perhaps there are no lies in that word... this old man is acting to protect his ancestors and the pride of his clan.
I wonder if it would be okay for me to receive such heavy, noble thoughts cheaply...... at the time I tried to utter such words as' I am not a good person to receive those thoughts, completely unrelated to someone like that only person ', a young man at my feet calls out with a quick pull at the hem of my pants.
"Dear Diaz...?
You're a citizen, aren't you? You want to migrate? Aren't you as welcome as we were...?
That's what the young man who looks sad somewhere says... I swallow the words in my mouth and say another.
"I am a person who has absolutely nothing to do with that will.
So I can't accept your thoughts about keeping that old will... but if you want to be a part of the village you see there as a citizen, welcome.
I'll prepare the house and meal here... but it's not a very rich village, so if it's still good, we'll talk about it... "
Hearing my words like that, Narbant, with his eyes open, looked like a shudder for just a moment... and then he said, "Ha ha!" and laughs loudly.
"It's not a rich village!
Right, right! Then we have no choice! I'm gonna have to step on this old bone too!
Ora, as you can see, blacksmiths have good craftsmanship skills, but it's not an exaggeration to say it's the best on the continent!
I'll enrich the village in no time!
The old man, who wrapped around the sleeves of his rash leather clothes and lifted his arm with a gooey lift, said so while showing off the force he could, gripped the rope disappointingly and gently stepped forward into the village.
Then the smiling senzies tell the inhabitants... they rush over to help Narbant, who is one of them, and start pushing and pulling Marutai so hard.
Look at those senzies and say again, "Ha ha!," laughed Narbant, "to the kind of face that once again stopped moving and remembered something... he shouts out loud at me.
"I forgot, I forgot!
Diaz boy! Chasing Ola's family...... the two of us are going to be here, so why don't you welcome those guys too!
I would love to have a house and rice and some booze!!
In response to that voice, I turned my gaze across the meadow thinking about what kind of people are Narbant's compatriots... and beyond the path Narbant dragged Marutai into.