If the clouds clear, the snow melts fast.
Anticipating that the snow around the Golden Hill had melted completely, he went around the village in the realm to see if anything could have gone wrong during the winter. Then go to the village of the new inhabitants and make sure the water is completely boiled down.
"Trash is terrible this year."
Theomel groans so with a smile on his face. The villages of the new inhabitants remained beautiful because they drew a stone path, but the areas where the soil was still exposed were scattered with dead branches, algae, etc. and messed up. There is still mud everywhere, and if you look closely, what a little fish is bouncing. Did I miss escape when the water pulled?
"It's in the best interest of the moment for fish to get it without labor."
With a slight bitter smile, Theomel instructs the warriors he brings to pick up the fish. It was not a very familiar gesture, and it was only two minutes after it was muddy but the large part had finished collecting it.
"Let's wash our bodies in the river before we go home. The bath won't even be boiling in this hour."
During the winter months, the new inhabitants rent the Baths equipment of the Leading Army in order, but the water in that bath only turns into water when cooking meals.
With the technology that can auto-regulate the flames and even the fuel that supports them, we're going to be able to create a slightly better bathing facility, but there's no room for that on Cardiac soil. Unfortunately, the bath doesn't seem to be revealed to the residents yet. The few favors Kamil has left behind will be a long way ahead to be fulfilled.
... Not enough money, not enough manpower, not enough time. It might be better to put together some ideas on paper or something that you've come up with but can't implement. It doesn't make sense to forget when you can do what you want to do.
Starting in the morning, the men of the leadership will also come out and put together the tents and household utensils of the new inhabitants and put them on the horseback. The hill next door, where the tent was firmly spread, changed completely around noon.
"It's kind of like when you're doing this, you're back in your nomadic life."
Leka, who looked around me the same way next to me, says it sounds really interesting. The children, who were not a great workforce, were gathered behind me so as not to be disturbed, and the task of arranging and tying together the fittings to secure the tent was repeated in a deferred manner. Not only are the children of the Shir tribe in the tent where I slept, but also the children of the new inhabitants next door and usually those of their parents.
"Unfortunately, that's over for today, too. Next year, we'll do our best to have a home."
"If Master Eliza says she's going to work hard, maybe she really will. Kings don't lie, do they?
"Well, the Lord's words are close to an oath. Don't say much about uncertainty."
Yeah, and Leka replied and went back to work on the hardware pack. I was wondering if I could help a little too. Sitting next to you about it. Teela was also crouching in front of me, and when I looked at her, she laughed.
He attracted about ten large quantities of elongated fittings that the soldiers had left behind, muddled the soil with rags, and then counted again and tied it with rope. This rope was prepared by the new residents during the winter months.
"By the way, sometimes you call me King or Lord, but why is that? The king of this country is King Arksia, and he must be alone."
Moving his hand, he asks, wondering if it was just the right time. I've been called several times. That name caught on a little each time. Ask other aristocrats who speak Altras, and they will not take me for a translator to stand on the king of the Syr.
"Huh? Hmm, 'cause even the people in the leadership call it Tsari, huh?
"What, you know what Tsari means?
I remain unaware of the meaning of the word, Tsari. Not even Mrs. Mareshan, fluent in language, was a word Kamil began to call, which at some point spread to the leadership. For this reason, I even wondered if Camille had brought in a language that was barely spoken in Arxia, or if it was any kind of phonetic.
That's why I'm surprised Leka, a native of the Sil tribe, knew about it. Would this likely be the thinnest line, the ancient language that would remain in the Yugfena region? The language formerly used in the land of Yugfena and Altras are languages that were born on the basis of the same language. Naturally, many words are similar or common.
"Well... that's what we call the king (Killer) because that's what we call the head of the company. That's all."
That's all, and Leka laughed in a way that included garlic. He looked like he was masterful, but he wasn't well-founded in his pursuit, and there was nothing more to it than a snort. When I looked up, Tila, who was across the street listening to the conversation, was also looking at this one with the same garlic laugh as Leka.
"All right, it's time to start moving! Here we go, the lead is Gunter!
I can hear Theomel hanging that order in the distance. I was kind of rubbing the lead role with Theomel, Gunter, and which one would do it, but they decided to Gunter safely. Those two seem to have become well-intentioned friends with each other during winter training. Is it because it is close to the time of the year?
"You're on the move."
Tila, who said so by tying the last fitting with a gnarly rope, had a slightly lonely voice. Looking around at the children, those who seem as lonely as she is, excited, happy and children have a variety of expressions on their faces.
Among them, I noticed that there was not a mix of pale and silver-haired children that I had recently become familiar with. He's tall enough to lose one head to see if he's growing fast in his age, and he stands out even if he doesn't look for that hair color. The fact that you can't find it after searching all the time means that you're not here.
"Speaking of which, what happened to Aslan today?
"Come on? She's got a big body, so maybe she's working for some older kids."
Kids from about ten years old are helping the women pack the cloth they are responsible for and put it on the back of their horses. I lifted my neck and looked around, but I couldn't find the job at all because unlike the kids here, it wasn't even collected in one place.
"What can I do for you, Aslan?
"No. I just wondered because I don't see him"
"Yeah. But it looks like that Aslan just got back, huh?
I turned around as Leka stood up, pointing behind me and saying so. There's a couple of kids coming this way with a few horses, and I can see Aslan's pale silver hair in it.
"Sorry to keep you waiting! I brought a horse. Yes, then we'll load it with hardware."
A girl, about fifteen years old, who was in the lead, hung a decree as to whether she was a leader. I can see at a glance that the children who brought the horses are all a little bigger than the children who are here and are the ones who came up on the subject. Now that we're done with our work, I'm guessing we've been able to come up with a new job of taking the kids with us while we carry these wrapped hardware.
In it, for some reason, Aslan stopped toward me and pounded my shoulder.
"Dear Eliza, I need to talk to you for a second."
What's the story? Is that what you have to do now? With the hardware in my hands to pack in the hemp bag I was given, I turn to Aslan in silence. Is Aslan not particularly serious?
"Me, I'll be in the lead today."
... dropped quite a few bombs in succinct condition.
"... what?
While I say we have a story to tell, Aslan's words are a unilateral oath.
I looked up at Aslan, some taller than myself, for a moment, with no idea what had happened and what had happened.
"I can't be a warrior of the Syls. Even I can be a warrior of the Kings of Cardia. So, I'm in the lead. Come on in. I'll stay here."
Although we were planning to recruit new recruits, from an unexpected point of view, Hope One appeared.
Taking a straight look at the boy, who said resolutely, my face automatically turned true. That's how you get up as gracefully as you can and snort.
"Let's allow enlistment. I look forward to your work. ─ ─ Thank you for being my warrior."