I usually stay with Chante all the time, but when I go for a walk in Ulu, do housework, and work, I'm in a hurry every day, and I don't get this kind of atmosphere.
(This is your chance to express your feelings, isn't it?
When I realized that, my heart suddenly burst.
-What do you want me to do? What are you gonna do!? Maybe I can tell you now? Speaking of which, could we get closer?
The more you become aware, the less you know how to speak and behave.
(Ah, already! Say it!)
Determined to take advantage of the momentum in the middle, Taketo opened his mouth to Chante, who walked next door.
"Ah, you know...."
It was at the same time that Taketo spoke and Chante ran away recognizing Ur who was sleeping outside the tent village.
By the way, the tent right in front of where Ulu is sleeping is the tent to which the tackles are assigned. Sex, of course.
"Ah! Ulu! You haven't slept yet! It rained a lot. Wanna go for a walk?
The voice of the tacket overlaps the voice of Chante.
(Squeaks...!
Chante ran to Ulu and glanced back, tilting her head and looking at us.
"Taketo, did you just say something?
"Hmm!? I didn't say anything! Nothing!
You rub your voice in a hurry. Chante was still wondering, but Chante went to Ulu because Ulu rang with a sweet "kung" and shook his big tail.
I feel completely defeated by Ulu. No, I lost to myself. In the first place, Chante can't beat a family-friendly Ur.
(... uhh. I'm not in the mood)
While secretly depressed in his heart, a little late and the tacket ran towards Ulu.
The next day.
Taketo was taught by one of the workers and waited in front of the cabin where Hodge was sleeping. Unlike the tent where ordinary workers sleep, only the on-site supervisor was there, and one cabin made of wood was raised up.
A time when the sun hasn't even begun to rise from the horizon. Waiting for you in the shed, after a while, Gee and the door open and someone you know comes out. It's Hodge.
Good morning, sir.
When the tacket called out, Hodge was surprised or stunned for a moment, but he immediately lowered his head.
"Ah, good morning, thank you. You're early in the morning."
"Yeah, I'm really sleepy. I thought you wouldn't get caught if I didn't hurry."
"Wow, me? Is that it?"
Rich and tacky nodded.
"I can't take that time. I'd like to talk to you for a minute, please."
"I don't mind. Now, can I have breakfast in the dining room?
So I decided to move the place to the cafeteria and talk while eating. About half of the seats in the dining room are already filled. Breakfast today consisted of bread, cheese and a small apple.
"So, what are you talking about?
Hodge asks the bait sitting in the opposite seat as he tears off the bread with his hands.
"You'll be busy, so don't ask me straight. I want you to tell me about Mr. Chepette, who was the former site director."
"Mr. Chepette's?
With an unexpected look on his face, Hodge stopped carrying bread into his mouth.
"Yesterday, I met someone here. Just before Mr. Chepette died, he was having some trouble with Lord Benesys. So I heard rumors that I had climbed onto the Golem with that grudge, and I was a little concerned."
As Taketo said, Hodge poured bread into his mouth and poured it in with milk.
"It's just a rumor that the workers don't love."
"Well, I don't know if there's a ghost.... but are you sure Sir Benesys and Mr. Chepette are rubbing together?
Hodge pretended to think a little about the words, and then slowly shook his head.
"The work itself was carried out without interruption. Mr Benesys and Mr Chepette were different in their thinking, but they were doing well at work."
"But I rubbed it for some reason. I want to know why."
……
Hodge holds the cheese and squeezes it.
Rather than thinking about it, it also seemed lost. You may be worried about how far you can talk to Taketo, an official in another department. I'm sure they don't want anyone to know. In the opposite seat, Taketo sipped a glass of light wine in his hand and quietly waited for Hodge to speak.
In the middle of the morning noise, Hodge kept quiet for a few minutes and then started talking.
"Chepette wanted to change the course of the canal under construction. I would have told Mr Benesys why it was necessary to change course, but I don't know why I was only a deputy director at the time. It's just...."
The operators passed by as they spoke, just beside the table where the tackets were. After waiting for them to pass by, Hodge continued his words.
"The route Chepette claimed was to avoid the land where the Golem is now. Chepette said," Don't dig there. We should avoid it. "
I didn't think Chepette should dig that land. That Golem is also refusing to let anyone near it. At least in that respect, Chepette and Golem will be facing in the same direction.
"That's all I know."
"No, thank you. Enough. But it seems that the ghost theory is becoming more and more credible. Now, if that Golem trick looks like Mr. Chepette's, maybe it's a ghost theory."
When I laughed jokingly, Hodge was caught by a tacket and smiled bitterly.
"Please don't make a bad joke. As far as I can see, I don't have that impression. That Golem has become much rougher than before. Mr. Chepette... was stubborn, but he wasn't a person to hurt. Instead, people like me who come from bad backgrounds will take it up as soon as they can do their job and give me a chance.... I still can't compete with him at all, and I'm full of things. If it helps him, so do I."
In Hodge's words, Taketo also remembers the state of the Golem. Indeed, that agile move, trying to eliminate everything by force, does not overlap with the image of Chepette that everyone trusted him.
As in the proverb of the Seven Habits, no one has a habit of acting unconsciously. But when Hodge, who knows Chepette well, looks at the old Golem, he doesn't seem to have any resemblance to Chepette. I think ghost theory is impossible.
(That's... that's it...)
I once remembered the word "habit of movement."
"Does Golem have a good arm or something?
Hodge looked surprised at Taketo's question.
"I've never thought about that. Every Golem basically uses his right arm when hitting and breaking rocks."
"Eh... ah, is that so? But that Golem. I hit you on the left.
"Speaking of which... I see... I wonder why. Is my right arm broken and useless?"
When I remember, that Golem's right arm was always holding his fist. Yet it was my left arm that hit me. When I tore the net, I raised my hands, but I only used my left hand to grip the net.
"By the way, what's Mr. Chepette's skill?
"Right. That's for sure."
Tacket stares at his right hand. I tried to open and grip my palm.
(Chepette has a different hand habit. I wonder. Is it out of service? No, that's it.
More than that. That looked like you were holding your fist all the time.)
A fist squeezed into your hand like that, like a baby couldn't open it. If your arm breaks, you won't be able to grasp it on the contrary. So, did Golem hold it by his own will?
After thinking about it, Hodge's voice "Ah, speaking of which" was heard in the ear of the tacket, and he looked back.
"I accidentally overheard you arguing with Mr Chepette in Lord Benesys' office before. There was something strange about what Mr Chepette said at that time. But I don't know what this is about, and I may have heard it wrong...."
"Whatever. I appreciate you telling me what's bothering me."
Encouraged by the tacket, Hodge said the word quickly with a lack of confidence.
"Mr. Chepette. He said," What about the fairy? "