Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

Then when he exchanges words with Narbant as he piles up the broken firewood, Ezelbaldo comes here with his hair blocked and rocked.

As I was wondering if there was anything else for me, apparently there was something for Narbant... he raised his face when Ezerbaldo came to Narbant's feet... and raised his voice with a strong gaze, attitude.

"Meh, meh, meh, meh!

"What...? You want me to make more looms?

Sora, I'm not going to increase the number of followers... but it will be a task to look at the quality of the wood and the mood. What's the matter? It's gonna take a while, and you can't make a wheelchair like that. "

"Meh! Meh, meh, meh, meh! Meh Meh."

"... Well, it sure is.

If you knit with a loom, you can do it more beautifully, sturdy than handwoven... Oh well, that's where the liver is for the Lord, etc.?

Do you want me to use the hair that I have made so that it is slightly cleaner and long-lasting?

Oh, I know, I know, but it doesn't mean the Lord and the others were artisans again. "

"Meang!!

"Okay... if that's the case, let's try to hurry as far as we can.

… but I also want you to understand that you can take some time for a good finish. "

"Meh! Meh"

That said, Ezelbald nodded deeply... and ran tatteringly to his wives, who were watching things a little further away.

Weirdly stretched out and stretched my hair lately... Was it conscious of the weaver that was showing enough momentum to eat up the grass around the village?

The fact that Narbant and the others made the loom allowed us to make a good quality mair cloth.

In response, the Ezelbalds are working hard to make good quality hair again... that's why I want you to weave a good cloth with more looms.

... and impressed that that's what it is, Nalbant, who snorted out and swayed his mustache loudly, speaks out with unbeatable strength to Ezelbaldo.

"Not at all. It's a working village!

Live in your dull soul and your strength will rise!

You lit a fire on your artisan soul, that's what you said, and then a nalvant swinging its thick arms around.

I stared at it... slowly opening my mouth.

"... Ezelbald said oh, but only at the pace of the narbants, if you do it like you can't help it.

And that... "

"I won't be able to do it until I'm old enough. I'm not thinking about it.

And what...?

"... Narbant said he had just come to the village, but he could hear Mair's words quite clearly, couldn't he?

I still don't know that clearly, but it only somehow conveys the meaning of the word... "

"... oh. Well, that's... what.

If you don't give up, you'll be able to hear it. "

And Narbant, who said so in an appropriately recirculated manner, began to bark at the wood that seemed to be the purpose of the first time he came here... and took responsibility for a few pieces of wood on his shoulders before he became firewood, and left early.

I dropped off that back as if I was running away, scratched my head, and then... now that I'm putting up an axe of war that says it's the continuation of my salary... Ellie, with the six children of Mair in a way that makes me go wrong with Narbant, comes over here with a big cloth bag in both hands.

"Mia! Mia!

"Miami ~"

"Mia, Mia ~"

"Mia, Mia, Mia."

"Mia ~ ~"

"Mia ~ Mia ~"

At Ellie's feet, when the six children spoke up like that, Ellie said,

"Oh, did you?

That was fun. Hey.

But it is a dangerous place, so you have to be very careful when you play and be careful not to bother everyone. "

And that's what I say about the six kids.

Then the six kids said, "It's kind of not funny," and he gave a nagging look like that... and then he leads the way somewhere with Fran, his oldest son, who is a leader.

Maire is very smart, and if she comes from the wild to the bottom, she can learn people's words in a week or so, and she can have some conversation.

So what about Maire's baby born on people's side... that depends on the amount of conversation in that house and how much she talks to the baby, but they start to understand the meaning of the word as early as a couple of days.

They said that conversations would be possible in a couple more days... The six children born with small bodies were different from the normal Mair, but they still remembered the words by the time they were able to have conversation-like conversations that way.

They can only have a simple conversation because the ringing is still hard to follow and sometimes I remember the words by mistake... even so it's a great story.

And Ellie, who has a normal conversation with those Mair babies......

Uhm, I think I should try to deal with Maire a little bit more too...... maybe I should study to understand the words clearly.

Aumun and Sanat seem to be able to have a normal conversation when Narbant looks like that... maybe it's a problem that after more than six months I don't understand it clearly...

... and when I think about it and roar "uhhh, uhh," Ellie yells joyfully as she lifts the cloth bag she could hold.

"Father! Winter clothes are ready!

For now, your father's share, Arner's share and Senay's and Aihan's share!

If you want to confirm and try it on, could you please!

I nodded with a smile at the words, oh, it was finally done... I return the words with a slightly unpleasant feeling and a hard smile.

"I don't mind confirming it or trying it on...... dressing like a previous bandit is, what, usually a little problematic to dispatch?

If you can do it, I'd like to dress like a normal person... "

In response to my words, Ellie turns a voice full of joy into an awesome voice that sounds low and heavy.

"... you don't have to bother telling me that!

He said he was going to sell it... how can he sell it!!

That was only in time, this one... please check my finished product with my soul properly!

That said, Ellie put the cloth bag on the ground with a stirrup... and she gave it a good momentum, took out the stirrups, and spread them out as if to show them to me.