Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

The announcement of the Tendon Powered Airplane for Commodities became an unbeatable festival.

Now that they had been told what to do beforehand, people who had missed the last flying toy pushed in. Some people flew from neighboring villages and cities for airplanes, and the whole city was filled with airplane talk.

Under these circumstances, other topics would have become difficult to follow.

If anyone in this city wanted to find out what specific information they had, it would be a disaster.

Poor thing is what Mr. Itsuki said when he laughed without showing a piece of pity.

As a man of conscience, I could only agree strongly with Mr. Itsuki. It was more than immature to suppress the smile.

Pushing the information you want to hide with different information is also the basic tactic of information warfare.

In this way, the suspicious peddler must have been stuck collecting information. Finally, he came into contact with me.

At the military children's meeting, he was told to refrain from contacting suspicious people, so he was called on his way back from the shrine, not from the dormitory.

"Isn't that the kid who built the plane?

"Yes? Me?

Looking back at his voice, a plain looking man approached with a lovely smile.

The man has an unusual appearance and is a convenient person for a kind of detective.

"Oh, I knew it. The sightseeing in the square last time was interesting. It's amazing how young you are."

"No, it's not just about me. There are a lot of people who can help."

"You have a good friend. What kind of people?

As soon as I try to gather information about the person, I find it suspicious that Mr. Quid is right.

"I'm a friend of the Military Sons Association and a craftsman. But is the village chief's daughter the best friend? Ah, I grew up in a village."

"Ah, the village chief's kid. How old are you?"

"About the same age as me. I've heard of the Lord's family."

He's a lady, isn't he?

The atmosphere of men changes slightly under the condition that they are upper-class women about the same age as me.

It turns out he's more likely to be looking for Arthur.

Micah is in danger if she stays like this, so we should stay away from here.

"I used to study with her at church."

With a slightly distant look, she pretends to miss it.

No, I actually miss it. I've been studying at church for a long time. At first he was a teacher forced by Father Volke, but now I want to thank him for the exploitation.

Father Folke will still be doing his research foolishly, even after he went to King's Landing.

"Are you still alone? I wish I hadn't broken my body."

"You rarely come out of church?

"Yeah, about once every three days, he came out of the church."

I changed my story just now, so I'm talking about a middle-aged man who had a good year, not an upscale woman the same age as me.

It would be nice if we had this much conversation.

Hmm, you're weird.

The man is nodding enthusiastically at the newly acquired information.

"Besides, haven't you come to the military children's party with your little one?

"Yeah, he's not here."

I admit the facts briefly.

Hahaha, isn't there an old man coming to the army children's party for the first half of teenagers? You don't have to say that, do you?

The man was stunned by information that might have sounded like a person holding out the eyes of the world. There was a joy in my eyes that I couldn't hide.

Thank you, Detective, for coming all the way from King's Landing.

I may miss the topic of King's Landing, so I'll give you a gentle shake. I take out the feeling that I miss Lord Volke's royal tale.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you before, but I'd also like to hear about King's Landing."

"Oh, I knew about King's Landing."

A middle-aged priest.

After a few conversations, the presumed detective leaves satisfactorily knowing that my place of origin is Noscura Village.

I wonder if I was able to deceive you.

If we take the time to find out, we will definitely get to Arthur.

But time is always limited. There will be other points to investigate, and the scouts will have limited effort to reach one point.

It is my strategy and that of Mr. Itsuki to waste his limited resources and return home.

Whether it comes first or the detective's time runs out first. It's going to be a long fight.

In the meantime, when I turned to the Consulate to report to Mr Itsuki, Mordo and I crossed paths. [M]

It was a waste of time getting tangled up, so I decided to avoid the sidewalk.