Five days have passed since the Narbants arrived...... The village of Ill with more new companions had a busier day under the autumn sky than ever before.
One of the reasons for the liveliness is the ground weaving machine that Narbant and the others made for us.
In a chair made of a large wooden frame, in the form of a combination of a number of intricate woodworking pieces, it fastens the bundled longitudinal thread to an instrument on the waist, threading the longitudinal thread through it while pulling the longitudinal thread with the waist, while doing so pulling the string connected to the loom with the feet to move the loom... that it creates a cloth before I know what it is... a complicated mechanism that I cannot understand.
I thought it would be easier to make a clean cloth quickly than a weaver that had just dripped longitudinal threads before... It is also popular with the Mayans for its low burden on their ankles, which makes the weaver sound catane and creepy.
And the six sons of Mair were also a reason for the liveliness.
Francis and Francois' children are running all over the village of Ill as they cheer up the sound of "Miermier" and their hooves.
It seems that Mair's babies, if they were meant to be, would be up right after birth and running around fine the next day... but the babies born with small bodies could not do so because of the prolific influence.
That's why I finally got up and covered my body with fluffy hair... and started running around as if to clear up my previous depression.
On top of that, Maire is a very clever creature, and she has a strong curiosity because she is clever.
What is that, what is this, what is that sound, what is this voice?
The power of the six children, driven by such curiosity, is amazing... When I run around until I run out of strength, I drink breast milk and sleep, and when I wake up, I run around again until I run out of strength and I'm not busy with horns.
Babies of the Dog Nation born on the same day are still a good walk, not that energetic... little by little but I'm sure they keep growing, and I guess the day will come when I'll be running around with the six kids before it's too far away.
And another reason for the liveliness was that everyone in the village was doing more to encourage us to prepare for winter than ever before.
It will be the dogs who are particularly encouraging among them.
There seems to be some reason to try to prepare for the winter until Narbant and the others... but above all, the biggest reason seems to be that I can't forget the flavor of the mushroom dishes I ate that day.
Those mushrooms that Senai and the others brought back from the woods are very fragrant, rich in flavor, and by adding them to the soup, they make the flavor a step or two deeper.
I'm surprised that the taste of the soup changes so much that I think it's completely different with or without just a slice of that mushroom, even more so for the smelling dogs... it seems like an exceptional treat.
Since that day when I spoke of mushroom dishes, when I found free time, I went to the woods with my feet thriving, staring at that area where I built the fence, and watching over it… that's why they bring back food and wood.
"It's good to pick that strip of mushrooms from next year, otherwise you might never be able to eat them again"
Keep a close watch on what you say, just enjoy the scent, and keep your eyes open so that someone else doesn't take that mushroom away from you and wreak havoc on that area... By putting their smell on the trees around us on the way home, we're even thorough enough to warn the beasts that this is their territory and that we're sorry if we step in.
... By the way, if there was a beast that ignored that warning, it would be fated to be meat by that day or the next day at the latest.
The sight of the village of Ill, which is busy that way, is a sight I never get tired of watching as much as I can... I'm still blinded by the sight, even while I'm working on salary scales and such.
I guess I shouldn't have that afterthought when I'm waving a war axe...... a war axe that I've been using for years and am totally familiar with my hands cuts firewood clean without any problems.
Whether handled slightly cluttered or rough, this battle axe, which is easy to repair and won't lose its slashing flavor, is probably the right thing to do for a salary cut, and if you keep cracking firewood thinking about it...... the nalvant on your face comes this way as you gently step on the ground.
"... Sora well, you can use it that way, and no matter how you use the tools, you're on your own... Sora, whatever, you're gonna get punished from heaven, right?
That's what I say to Narvant, who looks sinister. I'm like, "Yeah?," he tilts his neck and then returns the words.
"Sure, the aftermath is dangerous, and I'll be careful... but you say it a lot, don't you?
Then Narbant shook his neck to the left and right, then exhaled a loud sigh... shouting a mixed voice as he turned his gaze to where.
"My uncle over there is using it in the fire... and I have no words at all."
With that word...... I followed Narbant's gaze, realizing that what lay ahead was the garden, and I'm convinced that it will be.
The firecane that was thought to be the only one that I could use to ignite things such as: "Apparently, it can also be used by Uncle Ben, who has recently bought me a firefighter to leave.
They need fire even in the workshop that Narbant and the others are trying to build south of the village... beyond the field, and when the workshop is ready, they are also going to leave the management of that fire to your uncle.
They say that the local temples are often responsible for fire prevention and disaster prevention in that area... and it seems that fire management is a familiar thing for an uncle with such work experience as a cleric.
... and I remembered that I was thinking about my uncle, and I called out to Nalvant with a shuddering face.
"With that said, Narbant, I hear you made that amulet you made the other day, and your uncle's share.
I was surprised your uncle didn't have magic either... but if you didn't let that amulet go on your skin, it would be fine, and thank you very much. "
When I said that, I moved my hand around my chest… Adjusting the position of the amulet under my skin clothes, Narbant, with his gaze back here, returned a voice that deepened the colour of the crease.
"The blood is connected, so naturally your uncle doesn't have magic either.
Because neither the boy's parents nor his parents have magic, they're the only ones without magic. "
"... Really?
So... if you had a child with Arner, would that child have no magic?
"What are you talking about?
If one parent has magic, naturally the child will have magic too.
If it's pure blood, it's no magic, if there's any blood mixed up, it's until then... if you want a child without magic, you'll have no choice but to get a wife without magic.
... that the temple and the temple where the lords lived were probably the shrines that the gods had prepared.
I guess that's what happens when only pureblood people are collected there and pureblood is protected until now. "
In response to those words, I sighed a sigh of relief that if magic were to dwell on my children, they wouldn't even feel like me.