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"That was a pushy church."

Maybe this is why Utice didn't want to bring him in? But she shouldn't know so much about it.

"Uh, I was just talking..."

Now I scratch my head behind what I explained.

"You're talking about the new God, right? It was hard for me to understand."

I made it look like I was having a little trouble.

Well, apparently, she may have decided that I'm mostly a nasty person. That's what God asked me to do. I brought you a letter. Oh, my God, I just think whoever hears it is crazy. Think normally. He is a radio man.

I'd appreciate it if they thought so, but I'm not happy at all.

"You're going to the Tel Amis church next, right?

"... Yes"

My gaze, which seems a little unfortunate, is very painful. Yes, I thought I'd tell you everything first, but that's a rejection because if you do poorly, you could wind up in all sorts of things up with her. Hard......

The Church of Teramism was a lot more qualitative than the Church of Heoris. Still not comparable to the Church of Aigas in Tessa though. Perhaps the religion prevalent in this country is Heorism.

It's a symbol that combines the three and thirteen night moons, and it looks like the goddess of the moon. No, there are two moons in this world, aren't there? I wonder what's going on with gravity balance or something.

It was images like the moon and the goddess, so I thought a female cleric would come out somehow, but it was an old man with a full face, like a full moon.

... omit the events in the church. Why? Well, that was pretty much what happened at Oris Church. Speaking of differences, it's about the difference between the cleric's face being square or round. You guys didn't do this on purpose, did you?

Most importantly, he wasn't as pushy as the Oris, so the story itself went smoothly. I've told you about the cost of relying on it, so maybe you can get some information.

When we talked about medicines that were called secret medicines in Heoris, only there was a strong appeal because healing was better in Teramism.

Well, both churches are preliminary proposals, so I don't expect much. I can count on enough of my own gods, but from what I've achieved so far, well, there won't be any lies. It must be healed because it's called a cure.

Rather, the problem is the rebuilding of the slums in exchange for the cure. The status quo is surprisingly smooth, but it's hard to get from here.

I remember being pulled out 24/7 in the name of company volunteers to help regenerate Shutter Street. It didn't work out at all then.

There are two major reasons. One was that people in the mall were unmotivated and uncooperative. You've lived in a bubble era, even if you give any opinions "So sales go back!?" I was angry just because I was talking to someone else about me.

Another reason is the boss of our company. Since the young people, including me, did not accept the idea and all the old, difficult opinions of the mould, leaving the compromise with the mall to the young people, there was no way they could have succeeded.

Maybe the status quo is better in that sense. Whatever you say, slum dwellers are willing to work. As far as the human mindset of the slums is known in the carriage of mirrors, fundamental consciousness reforms, such as laziness and transfer of responsibility, may be necessary, but they would still be a thousand times better than working the human beings of country C in the original world.

"Well, there's still sunshine, and I'm gonna take a peek at the East End slum, and then I'm gonna head back to the car."

I lifted my hand gently to Utice as I took out the cigarette.

"Huh? Is it a slam?

"Oh, the East Slums seem to have a lot of wamps, so Utice needs to keep going."

"But..."

"It's not a lot of business. That's a little undercover. So never mind."

"East slums are dangerous, so on their own..."

"Come on, you know my arm, right?

I tried to look a little good, but I didn't mean it. To put it badly, I want you to go home.

"Right...... right. I think Akira would be fine..."

She's smart, so you won't have to know my battle to imagine enough with the story and the situation. Normally if I think about it, I can tell it's close to impossible, such as crushing a massive goblin hazard around with just four people (... and a horny daughter).

"That's why Utice needs to work for Utice."

"... ok"

I don't want to talk about Shinko, and it would be good to split up earlier today. I waved gently and walked out.

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The East Slam was just a slam.

The stowed sewage odor, a vain eyed dweller sat in the shadow of the building, and his eyes appealed to this one that this was the end of the world.

The human eye that is solidified in the population is, on the contrary, sharp. I can see a deep will to alert strangers. Yeah, it feels like I'm gonna miss the locals.

Well, I'm here to see how it goes for now...

"Akira."

"Ugh!?

Suddenly I'm about to jump up from behind with a good voice to stop me.

"Ya, Yarralai... don't surprise me"

Akira, we need to be more vigilant.

"There's no sign of you. It's too much."

I can still detect a lot of signs. Shit.

"Bad man, to capture, are you here?

"Bad guy...? Oh, you're the guy who grabbed the mirror. I'd like to know if you're alone or in a group. Are you grabbing something?

"Kill them all, huh?

"Scare me!!! For now, it's a physical investigation!

"Okay, here, here."

I threw the investigation round, but I didn't hear the details... That story would be more important than a special training or something every night. I forgot to ask. I'm sorry, too.

Going in the back, there were tons of men rolling around in alleys like garbage dumps wrapped in borough cloth.... This is terrible.

"Here, their, Negijo"

I see. It's like the end of the world, like being forced to connect a barrack to a narrow building on the left and right. The villain Negijo deserves it.

……

"Hey Yalarai, don't you remember that guy?

"Which,?

What I'm referring to is a man who goes on concealing his whole body with a robe. You can see how you want to hide your identity by wrapping your robe around you like a scratch.

"... I don't know"

"Right..."

I'm not sure, but that one probably...

"You're one of those people who was stuck with City Councilman Digion Sandell."

He's the bastard who tried to kill me all of a sudden. I just saw my eyes for a second, but I'm somewhat sure. My eyes have been trained to distinguish people by my company's working habits.

... No, ever since before.

No, I don't care about the old days. Don't worry about the fact that there was a Digion surrounding you more than that.

"Hey! Why are you here?!

I guess I even glanced through the window of the building, it was Stodd the boy who had made a little bit out of the West Slam before he jumped out. It must have been a painful teamer.

"Hey. How are you?

"Why are you so comfortable! Friends!?

"You look better than anything. What happened to Kud the kid?

"So listen to me, you bastard!

Yeah, yeah. I knew the kid had to be as healthy as this. You're not even a child. Is it appropriate to call youngsters….

... I think I'm getting old all of a sudden and it's dented.

"What? Another jade... you want some sweet treats? He's a kid."

"I didn't say a word like that. Thank you! My head is gushing, you bastard!?

"Uh, yeah, if you like, can you show me around here?

"So! Oh man! Mine! I thought you were a bitch!?

Thanks, Stodd's attitude is stiff. You don't have enough calcium for a slum, do you?

Oh, man. I shrugged my shoulder.