It's all one flower.

"Oh my god, priest!"

The pastry shop owner jumped into the Eastern Church in Listver.Looking around the chapel in a non-woven hat that covers the entire hair on cooking clothes.

"Soldiers, please come too! Please!"

Kufshenka, who was teaching sewing, was breathtaking at the casual appearance of the confectionery store.The faithful who make small cloth objects also turn their worried faces to confectionery shops, nuns, and Hoshido artisan Kufushenka.One of the believers ran to the office to call the priest.

"What's going on?"

One of the magic soldiers heard, but the pastry shop owner just called the priest like a rumor, and the situation is unclear.

The priest, who came out without knowing why, changed his expression to the casual look of the confectionery shop.

"What happened?"

"Shi, priest! Here, factory! At the noodle shop, the machine sandwiched me!"

"Huh? Did he die?"

"Well, he's still alive! The president of the noodle shop told me to take him to the temporary hospital, but he doesn't hurt and I'm afraid of magic, so... he's just like this..."

The air in the chapel froze at once.

"Okay, I'll convince you."

"Soldiers, please come too!"

The magical army looks at each other and one runs after the priest.

As soon as the engine rang away, none of those who remained in the chapel could move.

It was the old nun who first regained his attention.And he stood on the altar, and looked around at the frightened believers, and said with a calm voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's pray for the injured employee."

The faithful, who are no longer working, turn back to the lecture platform.Kufsinka also looked up at the statue of the saint Kilcrus Lacteus standing behind the nun.

The scriptural passage is heard from all over the place.

The priest did not return to the church in the evening, even by the time Kufsinka returned home.

The next morning, the newspaper dealer who came to pick up Kufshinka said with a frowning face.

"Manager, did you... read that article?"

"Yes. The makeshift food factory... yesterday, the sweet shop's husband came to the Eastern Church, but he was worried about what happened after that."

"Did you know?"

According to the morning paper this morning, the first serious industrial accident occurred at a joint temporary factory related to food.The worker's right arm was pinched by a machine that stretched the dough in the noodle shop compartment and was unconscious.The lowering of the morning edition (Kohan) is at 1: 00 in the middle of the night.Not in the condition at the time of delivery.

... I can't believe you refused magical healing even if your life was endangered by a machine.

According to the article, he is currently hospitalized in a makeshift hospital in the Greasy District.I was unable to read from the press whether I accepted the priest's persuasion or whether the Magic Army [jumped] without asking questions.

When the newspaper wagon arrived at the Eastern Church, the wagon of the noodle shop also came in.

"Ah! Store manager! Yesterday was a mess...."

It was the pastry shop owner in the back who got out of the driver's seat.The president of the noodle shop also walked out of the passenger seat, wiping his neck with a handkerchief.

"Thank you very much. I'm disturbing you...."

"The president is safe, isn't he?After that, everyone in the chapel prayed for the workers to recover. "

"I'm afraid it's just the right thing to do. Could you spare a moment for the store manager and the newspaper?"

Go to the chapel while the four of you are talking.

"We've been called to the police for a little while now, but before we do that, I'd like to ask you for some wisdom."

The bossy noodle shop president looked small once.

Kufshinka answers, pointing her wand and chasing after her.

"If there's anything I can do to help."

The morning prayers are just over, and the adults who go to work and literacy classes go out everywhere.

Since the beginning of the literacy classroom, fewer people have hand-worked in churches and vacant classrooms.Only the unemployed who can read and write and whose children are still young still work by hand in the church.

Kufshinka went to the back office with the pastry shop and the kimono owner, while he exchanged morning greetings with the people who were preparing the work.

Priest Wentz, who is in charge of the Eastern Diocese, greets the four with a tired face.

The president of the noodle shop greeted him by sitting shallowly on the bench for the reception.

"My mouth was sour, and every day, I touched it while the machine was moving.It seems like something caught me and stopped, ah, that... that... that... "

"We're going to ask the police about the situation, but I'd like to use your wisdom to find a way to prevent recurrence."

"What happened to the others?You're building a joint factory, right? "

Instead of the president holding his head and crying, the pastry shop's boss said, the newspaper shop leans its neck.The site was a joint temporary factory that handled flour from one confectionery shop, two bakeries, and three noodle shops.

The answer was the sad voice of Priest Wentz.

"One of the bakers saw the moment of the accident and fell over, hit his head hard on the floor, and was taken to the makeshift hospital with the employee."

"Well...."

Kufshinka lost her words and saw two people running the factory together.

"Yeah, well, because of that, even the safe bakery and the other noodle shop are scared, so I can't dare to pick them up. I'm going to close the factory this week and make an accident report and a recurrence prevention training plan to submit to the bureau."

"I don't know what kind of training to do?"

As the newspaper shop stepped forward and cut into it, the pastry shop owner nodded to the side as he broke down into tears.

"Anyway, all five managers have never had an accident like that....."

"There is a manual in the large factory, so I will take this as a reference and ask the employees to learn from it."

Kufshinka was told by his brother, who is a member of Congress, that factories with headquarters outside the Autonomous Region, such as Craver, always have safety manuals and training once a month.

"That's... if I only hired people from the Eastern Diocese, they'd all be people who couldn't read.Instead of the machine's instruction manual, I can't even read the instructions on the main unit. "

The pastry shop owner blurred.

The president of the noodle shop narrowed the explanation to choking.

"So, every time, verbally pay attention... remember... uu..."

"Now, let's turn the safety manual and the machine manual into textbooks and start with reading and writing."

Priest Wentz exhaled and said.