Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Different worlds version of a cup of soba noodles.

Such phrases come to perfection, a gloomy family as picturesque of misfortune.

Such a guest came to the Yangdu Pavilion.

"Oh, well, I'll be ready soon, so bring a little"

Ginette takes off her holy coat and heads to the back of the counter.

"Ah..."

Seeing Ginette like that, a fatherly man leaks his voice.

"Huh?"

His father smiles weakly at Ginette, who stops unexpectedly.

"No, I thought what my son was saying was true."

"Your son?

Ginette turns her gaze to her son. And my son gave me a slightly cloudy look.

"No, I'm not. What I saw was a much easier letter to read. Similar, But Not That."

"Yeah, but it says, 'Invite your friends and family to come,' right?

"But it's not."

Apparently, this son saw this Yang Deception Pavilion publicity shirt somewhere.

... and that it was easy to read.

"Estella"

"I reminded you of the emergency, so I'll be excused."

Hide your chest with an umbrella and grab Estella's shoulder as she tries to leave.

Don't break a child's dream.

"Boy, you saw this one, didn't you?

That's what I say, push Estella out in front of the boy. And the boy nodded loudly with his eyes glittering with joy.

"Yeah! This is it! What I saw in the city! It was remarkable and very easy to read."

"Boy... let's learn that it can hurt people without malice"

Estella turns a deadbeat to a boy who's not even old enough.

What a jerk, not at all.

"I thought you were recognized for your accomplishments. Tighten your chest! If it's something you can put up."

"You can strain as much as you want on your chest, just not here, but never!

Estella stares at me with her slightly moisturizing eyes.

He said he could prove that Peppo can sometimes be useful... but what is the dissatisfaction?

"I, too, couldn't believe it the first time I heard it. I can't believe someone's wearing clothes with those letters on them."

"Dad, I thought you were lying about me!?

"No, I don't think that far... just because lying in this city is so dangerous. Sometimes when I was about this kid, there were times like that, and I wanted to make sure I educated him right now... so I interrupted my trip here."

The gloomy air from earlier is wiped out just a little, with a slight glimpse of brightness.

It must be because my son, who was able to prove that his claim was correct, is confidently chested.

"That's an unusual way to advertise. Who was devised?

"That's Mr. Yashiro over here."

I didn't think about it for publicity, but it caught my customers well.

And Estella's guy, you went home promoting to discipline.

I'd weave a cape somewhere I went.

"I think it's a great idea. Unique, innovative and effective"

"Thank you"

"... us too, if that's how much of an idea... for that matter..."

"Father, please don't. In front of others......"

Quiet, motherly women embarrass fatherly men.

His father noticed it, had a loving laugh and scratched his little head.

"Ah... oh, no... this is... Hi"

haha...... and leaks a dry laugh.

"Um, what can I do for you? If you'll excuse me..."

"Ginette."

Make it stop Ginette, who was going to mouth run the extra thing.

Shall we leave immediately?

"Stir-fried scum vegetables, one serving. Don't keep your customers waiting forever."

"Oh, you did! Excuse me. I'll make it in a minute!

"Oh, no problem."

A fatherly man says, but you can't afford not to mind. Because I'm a customer.

"Dad, I've only been to this store once before, and the food here is delicious. Guys, you should expect that."

"Really?"

"Shimmer, no."

The boy who said he saw Estella's clothes and the girl who looks even younger than that shine her eyes in anticipation.

But only a motherly woman stays on her knees all the time.

"Yashiro, hey..."

Estella calls me and takes me to the corner of the dining room.

"... why did you chase Ginette?

Just notice.

"One way or another, I'm not attracted to other people's troubles. I can't afford to concentrate on charity, not for us."

"Good enough to listen to you."

"I'll be sure to stick my neck in if you ask. You know exactly what ginet is."

"And I'm also going to know that you have a hobby who can't leave Ginette alone when she does."

"Ho, is there such a strange person? I'd like you to introduce me. I'll use it all the time."

"... at all. Even you would care, negative aura not that family interrogation. Just listen to him. Maybe there's something I can help you with."

"Oh, there's probably as much you can do to help"

If you force yourself to look for something like that, you'll find more pompous than the clams of the tidal dry hunting season.

But why bother looking?

"Even if there was something I could do to help, there was no reason to do it. We're all over ourselves. Don't make me say it again and again."

Even food wants to stabilize purchases more.

There is also a need to improve the weakness of attraction.

I want to think of it as an alternative to high-value bread.

There is so much that needs to be done.

If you want to say more, my job is not to run a cafeteria.

Rebuilding the management here is only to be a stepping stone in my life. Fixed ground. It is not a destination.

Not if you're eating wasted stops or roadgrass.

"Sometimes you'll be saved by meeting people"

"If so, those guys had bad luck. If I had met a kinder and more relaxed person, not me, I would have had one or two hands of salvation extended. Luck is a mundane thing."

"... are you serious?

Estella's gaze increases the coolness.

What the hell is wrong with this guy...

"Do you even see me as a favorite who can't leave someone in need alone? Then you'll have the doctor look at it. There must be something wrong with your eyes or your brain."

"Oh well............... I get it"

I can turn a scornful gaze I haven't seen in a long time.

When we just met, you used to be looked at like this. Is that origin regression? Sometimes it's important in life.

"Hello, gentlemen"

I hear a bell-ringing voice, and an unpleasant sweat falls down my back.

... Yes, there was this guy.

"My name is Bertina, and I am a Sister at the Church in District 42."

Synonyms for charity. A true Virgin who carries the heart of mercy with her to the point of selling and walking.

Sister Bertina stood in front of the lost lamb, pointing a beautiful grin like a goddess at them.

"First, may I ask your names?

"How could Master Sister be here... Ah, no. That was a name. I'm Yap Rock. To my wife Weller, this is my son Tott, my daughter Cheryl. Come on, you guys, say hello to Master Sister."

"Hello, Master Sister"

"Hello."

She can't talk properly about her daughter.

I'm not sure because I'm small from my parents, but is my son about ten years old and my daughter about five years old?

By the way, it's my father's yap rock, but he would be about 140 centimeters tall or not standing. A little smaller than Magda.

"So, there seems to be a problem… If you don't mind, this me on behalf of the Spirit God…"

"That's right! Let's bake some nan!

"... you don't mind if I get you something delicious called 'what'?

"Sister!? The will is too easily pulled!

Estella is going into Bertina. It's a rare sight.

"Yashiro!

Estella's consciousness shifts from Sister Gunyagu to me when her will is full of tokoroten.

"What, you are!?

"Yes, it's Nan, what I'm trying to burn"

"Not so! You shouldn't have the right to interfere until someone else is trying to help!?

Take me to the corner of the cafeteria and Estella screams, taking into account the volume of voice, so that the family doesn't hear me.

Damn, it's a good place to make a mistake.

"Then let me tell you, if it's your job as a Sister, do it in church! If that family relies on the Spirit God and takes you to church, go ahead and help them fully! Or you can push me into Estella's house and ask me to get in on a troublesome consultation. But..."

I will look back with even stronger anger at my eyes, including the anger that can be directed at me.

"This is where we eat. I'm sure you have every right to keep the peace in this space from the people who are trying to get into trouble with this."

Don't you get it?

I have this family problem where the child is relatively optimistic and half faced parents are so depressed that they are about to die.

No matter how quiet I tell you to be, there's a reason why a kid about this age keeps his mouth shut very manly without saying anything.

When the kid is taking care of himself, it's when he's reading the air. No, it's when I have to read it.

I mean, these parents are so depressed that they care about their kids, and they're facing so much trouble that they can't even hide it.

There are not many kinds of things that bother my parents that much.

Child injury or illness.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"If you have the financial resources to provide for that family semi-permanently, and you can share it with them at all costs, do as you please. In that case, another poor family, other than that one, may come to you in large numbers, but they will also feed you in sympathy at last."

"Nothing, I'm that far..."

That's what you're trying to do. I just want to be moved by what's right in front of me, sympathetic to 'it's pathetic', reach out and immerse myself in 'I did good'.

"I'll tell you one thing. When you are abandoned with a thoughtful attitude, … people despair"

"............... I am"

"If you want to do it, hang out with him. I'm not very much, but I can't take that much responsibility. That's why I don't stick my neck in. That's all I have to say."

Cold enough, I lift a basket full of bread. Go bake Nan.

I do what I have to do.

If it's going to be gold, it's not a rush to help... but it doesn't smell like gold or dust from this family.

I don't have the benefit of helping.

I'm sorry.

I'm not a god.

I'll make you look cheerful and abandon me more than I have any merit.

"Thank you for waiting ~"

Ginette came out of the kitchen when she tried to go outside to bake Nan.

The stir-fry of scum vegetables on the basin was.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... Ginette"

"Huh... Huh!? Was there something strange about it?

That bite is synonymous with having already confessed.

Fuck the pity.

I told you that would be unfairly discriminating against other customers.

"Excuse me... but I..."

Ugh, I drool and still look like I'm going to cry.

Why are you apologizing to me... dammit.

"Your pee-pee is not what started just now... from now on, be careful not to 'go wrong' with the portions"

"Huh!?... Ha!

... Damn. Things go crazy.

To Ginette, it's hard to say. It must be you. I can't take those eyes.

It's so defenseless, it scrapes this hostility unconditionally.

"Mr. Yashiro is sweet for Mr. Ginette after all"

"... Magda friendly too"

Womalo, who was completely out of existence, whines about the extra.

And, Magda. Because we don't have to stick together.

"Come on, have some"

When Ginette puts a plate on the table, she peeks in as the kids embark on themselves.

"Wow, that's beautiful!

"Clear!

Colorful vegetables wrap around the oil and sparkle.

Ginette's food looks great.

"Let's eat, let's eat!

"Tabba!

Shaggy children.

I guess I distracted you, there were four chopsticks available. I guess a serving of goodness is fine... well, it's obvious to eat separately. Is that all right? Don't tell me you have to wash it.

"Father. Let's eat!

To the stuck tot, Yap Rock turns his grin and gently strokes his head.

"You must rise first."

"Why?"

"You mothers. I'm not that hungry. So come on, you two eat a lot"

"... yeah. Okay."

A child reads the air.

The air in the dining room got heavy all at once.

Ginette bites her lips off and hugs the basin with both arms.

Magda stares at the Jizz family and Estella is turning away.

Oumaro was sitting in a seat far away, trying not to look at the family, and Bertina was closing her eyelids and putting her hands together to offer prayers.

Everyone seemed to frown uniformly and desperately only put words in.

"Cheryl. Look, I'll feed you."

"Yeah! There you are, Suki-kun!

Tott cleverly grabs the red bell pepper with chopsticks and transports it to Cheryl's mouth.

Cheryl cheeks a pepper in her little mouth and chews it up.

"Yum, no!"

Cheryl is the only one in this place who can stay innocent.

I guess that's why Tott fed Cheryl too. Trying to get rid of this heavy and painful air.

"Eat your fathers, too. It's delicious."

"Ah... no... it's okay, you two eat"

"Mothers, I'm hungry."

".................. yeah"

There was such a conversation............ no more, no more.

"Hey."

When I realized I was speaking to my family.

I said that I was a very rough voice to stab... but that it contained some worries... and I felt as if I was someone else.

The same gaze can be directed at me.

"Right now, being hungry means you've been wandering around eating before you got here?

Ginette and the others suddenly give a look that just says something.

Among other things, Yap Rock and Weller are showing a darker sense of despair that continues to draw in its current progression than it does in its current surprise. I asked both of them.

Moments, two gazes swim through the universe.

"Oh, that's..."

"You mean you've been eating, right? If you're hungry."

"Uh... oh, yes, well..."

"Heh, well..."

I stretch my arms straight and point my index finger at Yap Rock and Weller.

"'Of the Spirit...'"

"Mr. Yashiro!?

Ginette rushes to interrupt her body in front of me, and at the same time grabs and twists up my arm, which Estella stretches out.

"You! What are you trying to do now?

"Mr. Yashiro, that's too bad!

Terrible?

Who did?

Is that me?

.................. it would be different.

I don't know if you've been working out since day to day, there was no waste in Estella's movements that determine my joints, and she was strong.

But... a man has the will to not lose when he can't.

Shake off your twisted up arms.

Then tighten the collar of the yap lock that exposes the pungent face with the freed arm.

"You're kidding me, you big idiot!

I wasn't sure why you said those words.

I just couldn't help but say.

It's not the brain that's poking and moving me right now.

It's a fierce rage, coming up from the bottom of my belly.

You don't have to worry about anything.

A nostalgic voice that came up unexpectedly smashed my tag.

"What's 'okay'!? Tell me how you're gonna be okay!

"Mr. Yashiro! Don't be abusive!

"Stay back, Ginette! Idiots like this, they have to say it right! You don't even realize what you don't understand!

Staring, Ginette trembles on her shoulder and moves away from me a little.

My instincts must have scared me. 'This guy's dangerous,' he said in his brain, and a warning must have been activated.

I turn my gaze to Yap Rock again.

A frightened eye stared at me, but I didn't try to say anything back.

"I first met him today and I knew for sure after just a dozen minutes of watching... you, are you nuts?

After letting go of my propaganda shirt and praising him, this guy shrugged, "We too, if that's about the idea". And "for that matter," too.

Ideas are not given by others.

This guy is doing everything he can. "For that matter"? I don't know what that "thing" is like. I guess I hit a hell of a wall.

At that point, "if that's how many ideas you have," it's proof that you're missing Tarareva.

What you need to do when you hit a wall is neither delusion nor escape reality. Go over the wall, smash it, or give up and look for another route.

But this guy stayed put.

He looked up at the high wall and fled to the imagination that if he had wings, he wouldn't have.

The result is this mama.

"Hey, Osama. You're completely wrong from start to finish."

Why choose such an option in a situation where the four of us in the family can only ask for one serving of the cheapest fried scum vegetables?

"You don't have any money, you can't eat, can you?

"Yes, no..."

"They're finding out. Be firm with my son."

………………

I guess he was laughing and deluding at me for realizing he was finding out and not realizing it.

For who?

Is that for my son? Because you don't want to worry? What? You're finding out, what are you talking about?

No, you're not.

It's for your own good, isn't it?

You're putting up a line of defense so that you don't have to be any more miserable, blaming yourself and not being blamed by others, right?

"Though Temehe would be the father! If you don't have any money, Temehe will have to work! If you can only buy one serving of rice, just hang in there till your wife and child's minute and fill Temehe's belly first! And try to earn four people's food by working to die! For what I've put up with now, it would be my father's job to luxury him thoroughly! Didn't you!?

What if Temeh starves and Temeh is sacrificed?

So I cut back on Temehe's life span and just screw him... you think the kids left behind are gonna be happy?

Do you think that if Temeh dies, God will have mercy on the children in sympathy?

I'm sorry to hear that.

God does not advance from Himself to help people.

Weak people who don't know how to get up just drool wild and die without teaching them how to get up.

"What Temehe is trying to do is push his responsibilities on his children and escape the pressing weight. You don't understand, do you?

"……… I………………"

Yap Rock's mouth trembles as if it were a mess.

The breath leaking out of his little mouth was still weak enough to disappear.

"If you think you have no choice but to die, kill the children first."

"That's not true...... Huh!

"You can't. You can't take away the future of your beloved child, can you?... but if Temehe dies like this... I assure you, the future of these children will remain dark for the rest of their lives."

".................. no"

Yap Rock's gaze is directed at the children.

Beyond the table, Weller was killing his voice and crying.

Seeing the sight of my parents being blamed, I thought the kids would cry... unexpectedly, they were both sitting quietly.... I guess that just means these guys' routines were broken.

Kids take a good look at a lot of things.

I'm sure he felt like he couldn't do it anymore.

... I won't let you do it.

Releasing the collar, which was tight, the yap lock entered the chair so that it could be released.

Don't be powerless. I'm drooling, relieved.

Not so many can rise on their feet when they are stood in the abyss of despair.

But it's also true that when that happens, people can surprisingly step on it if someone gives them a little trigger.

It's hard not being told where to go and being forced to do a marathon in an extended way.

But 42.195 kilometers, 100 kilometers, but whatever, it's not impossible to complete it if you show a clear goal. Even if it's an impossible long distance.

People can be incredibly strong just because they are seeing their destination and showing the direction they need to go.

So if there was a hobby that there was nothing I could do about it right now and it inspired me... that would mean this family was very fortunate.

Bad luck is a mundane thing, isn't it?

"Ginette, get me some tomatoes and cheese"

"... Huh?

"And onions and garlic... it would be great to have basil"

"Uh... yes, I think there will be"

"What about pepper?

"... spices are... priced"

"Right. Well, for now, let me use something."

"Yes. But, Mr. Yashiro, what the hell?

"Hmm? I'm making pizza with Nan. You've been saying that for a while, haven't you?

"What about... Mr. Yap Rock and the others...?

"What? You know what? It's none of my business."

"But..."

"I do what I have to do. It's just that... if you get on the table, you're going to make quite a lot of muzzies... if you have someone to dispose of the excess, it's going to help..."

"... Mr. Yashiro... Huh!

Oh, my God.

You look so happy.

I was originally going to make pizza with Nan.

I didn't even think about what to do with the food I made.

"If you're hungry, why don't you eat?

"............... Um, okay?

"I'm not saying I can't. Womalo, what are you gonna do?

"Here you go, sss!

Instant.

Perhaps this glamour is the secret to making life a success.

"What about Magda?

"... eat"

"Estella?"

"... you're a really strange person"

"Huh? 'I don't want to eat anything that doesn't even have the effect of enlarging my chest like that'?

"Nobody said that, that's not true! I'm gonna eat it! You're gonna eat it!?

That's what you see because you say extra things.

Don't you dare learn.

"Mr. Bertina"

"I sincerely regret that my share has decreased."

"... it's just you, I don't think so"

Is this Sister really okay to stay this way.........

"Well, wait a while longer. It'll take a while."

Tell me, I'm going into the kitchen.

Make tomato sauce while baking nan first.

Curry hasn't seen you in this world yet. So Nan also decides to eat in tomato sauce.

Stir the garlic and onions in olive oil and, when the aroma comes on, add the chopped tomatoes and let them simmer. I just want to season it with salt pepper... pepper, huh?

"It's special, not at all"

I'll just use a pinch of the spice from the cause.

Even though it's worth tens of thousands of yen in this pinch... hey, you're crying, for adding and subtracting your own idiocy.

I wonder why I got mucky.........

I was thinking about that, wrapped in a nice aroma of tomato sauce.

I didn't give you an answer.

And the time has passed for a small hour...

"This is Nan and Pizza"

Nan and pizza were arranged on the table at the Yangdu Pavilion.

Both are in tomato sauce, but the flavors will change a lot because the pizza has cheese and basil on it.

"It looks delicious, Mr. Yashiro!

"Grab my hand and stick with me."

"I'll have it, sss!

"Now, let your companion know."

Oomaro and Bertina reach out quickly.... Don't hesitate. He's burned. Near the bump on the back of the upper front teeth.

"Huh! What the fuck!?

"This' pizza 'thing is going to taste like habit."

Nan and pizza seem to fit your mouth. Above all.

"... delicious"

Take a bite, Ginette sparkles her big eyes and stares at me.

"It's delicious, Mr. Yashiro! I would like to add this to the menu of the Yangdu Pavilion!

"No... that's not to ask for Mr. Bertina's judgment..."

When I turned my gaze to Chirali, my eyes met Bertina, who was chewing on the mochimochi.

"Whoever bakes dough made from wheat in a stone kiln is defined as' bread 'equally regardless of any other ingredient, method or shape"

That means.

"This is both 'bread', isn't it? Unfortunately, you can't allow it. I'm so sorry!

Grab two more slices of pizza with both hands and chew the pizza in a grand way.

Oh...... you mean let's eat it now.

"Yes, it is."

"Ugh... too bad"

But I got a hint.

'Baking wheat dough in a stone kiln' is defined as' bread '.

Then how about this!

I'll put the other dish I made on the table.

In a circular, flat shape, the ingredients are flour with eggs, dashi juice. The utensils contain cabbage and thinly sliced meat. I took the trouble to reproduce the sweet and spicy sauce, but I think it managed to taste close.

Yes, the name of this dish is' okonomiyaki '!

If this guy isn't cooked in a stone kiln, he shouldn't be defined as' bread '.

"Ko, this is haha! The rich sauce intertwines with the ingredients and plays an indescribable harmony, and the flavor of the stock that comes fluffy from the back creates an endless flavor!

Just sliced and flattened, Bertina shows a huge response.

What gastronomer are you?

"Ho, it's true! The moment I put it in my mouth, the sweetness and spiciness of the sauce and the squeaky texture of the cabbage are like this... it's all waffling in my mouth!

That's what you always think, Ginette.

What kind of situation is that?

"What do you say, Magda?

"... Yashiro will be a good daughter-in-law"

"No, I don't know."

Magda, who kept eating faceless and silent, sticks her thumb out at me.

"Yeah... this certainly wouldn't fit into bread"

Estella seems more interested in the way it's made than in the flavor.

"You're really good at finding a way out."

"Sometimes you praise me. I'm still using my head."

"I'm complimenting you. I think it's a big deal."

"Thank you."

"Cah, nice! I'm in love! Buh! ♪ You can say that, huh? ♪

Ma, you're never gonna tell me.

"So, what do you say?

And I turn my gaze to the Yap Rocks, who cheek on pizza in the corner of the dining room.

"It's delicious, brother!

"Whoa, no!

The kids seem to like it.

"Really...... thank you. So much for something delicious..."

"It's made bread. As much as I appreciate your help in obliterating evidence."

"Ha ha... I didn't know there was going to be a day when I was going to be involved in such a big thing... life is something I don't know"

Stupid stuff.

I don't know, if I knew, I'd be stunned.

"... thank you"

"Hmm?"

"The words earlier...... were very painful. But it struck my heart."

"Don't. I didn't mean it like that."

I just yelled and scattered because I was annoyed.

"Still, those words changed me... our family. It doesn't change the desperate situation... but we'll try to work together as a family somehow"

And Yap Rock turns his gaze to Weller.

"Because I have such a wonderful wife and children"

"You..."

"You can help me."

"Yes, of course."

Right in front of me. We'll blow it up.

"So, um..."

Ginette peeks in my face from behind me.

"What's bothering you? Can I ask you something, if you don't mind?

Oh............... I heard that.

The cornermen were struggling to keep it away...

"Actually..."

Look, I talked it out.

I don't think it's irrelevant anymore.

Often other personnel. It's a level that you can ignore so hard.

You don't want to step in any further.

"We were a corn farmer…"

"Corn, is it?

"... magda, corn, like"

"Isn't it rare in the 42nd arrondissement? Though I don't really ask."

When I realized, Magda and Estella were here too.

... and Bertina. You're not coming?

Don't you have to listen to the troubles of a stray lamb? What if you're eating okonomiyaki with great momentum?

"In the 42nd arrondissement, maybe it's just us... because we only had one buyer"

"A buyer is a merchant guild?

"Ah, yes. Of course, it's just a chicken farm in the 42nd arrondissement, where the merchant guild sold our corn."

.................. hmm?

"Our corn is hard grained and humans, as well as animals, don't really like it and eat it. The only person who bought it regularly was the chicken farm..."

The yap lock is heavy...... leaks a very heavy sigh.

"A few weeks ago, all of a sudden, I was notified, 'I don't need corn anymore'..."

"... Mr. Yashiro. Um... this."

Don't talk to me now, Ginette.

For some reason, my heart hurts so bad right now.

"Our farm, which had only corn, has completely lost its share of income. Originally it was a cautious life to the extent that I could barely buy what I would eat that day, so there was no such thing as storage... how do I live from now on... it was a thought that darkened in front of me"

Oh, sometimes it gets dark in front of you. Like right now.

"But I'll try again. Maybe there's a place somewhere that needs our corn. I'll find it in the tunnel."

Yap Rock folded his hips at right angles and lowered his head deeply.

"I will never forget the flavour of the meal I received today. Thanks to you I could find hope to live. Thank you."

... I'm sorry.

I'm the one who took away the hope of your lives, too, right?

"... Mr. Yashiro"

"... Yashiro"

I'm staring at this one with my eyes like Ginette and Magda are about to complain about something.

Off my gaze, I saw Estella staring at me with a jittery eye.

"Anything you want to say to them?

... Ah.

Checkmate?

Damn, bad luck is all around.

Will the bad luck that is attached to me return one day with great luck...

"Hey, hey, it's an odd encounter. Actually, I was just looking for a stable supplier of corn right now - no, seriously, odd encounters"

"Ho, that's true!?

Yap rock jumps at great momentum.

"Oh, God! Be sure to use our corn! No, come check it out first before you do! Whether our corn will be used! Yes! Would you like to come to us now!?

This horror that keeps the conversation going with a great deal of clap...

I hated jet coasters because I couldn't do a "little tamma".

Seriously, I was wondering if you could tamper with me...

"You can pay as much as you want! Anyway, this is the food that nobody once told me I needed. It's going to be rubbish as it is. I'll give you cheap or broken!

Ha... that's exactly what the garbage collection guild deserves.

"Now let's all go and see!

Very ridden Ginette and Magda.

Estella is smiling satisfactorily, too.

I guess I'm the only one who feels sunk.

Corn...... corn hey...

"Ginette."

There's a voice from Bertina, and we look back together.

There was Bertina, whose cheeks swelled to bread.

"I'll keep my store number. You should all come."

"Oh, and Oyla, I'm leaving again, sss!

... you guys just want to eat though.

Thus, we were to go out again in heavy rain.

Now they say it's a corn farmer.

This is the first time for a garbage collection guild… it has become a launch to buy ingredients you don't want.

I stuck my foot in the water reservoir and even though the blisters fly, the earliest such thing was no longer my concern. My feet are lukewarm, and I follow them around like they're tangled in the foot I step out of.

Watching such a sight, I move on.

I hope the mud takes my legs off and I can't move, for God's sake...