It's all one flower.

I had a big anticipation.

Still, the moment they vacated the door that said "inn," the three of them were discouraged.

The bunk bed futon is rattled by a piece of glass and a blast, and the cotton inside sticks out and is unusable.

Cruillo turns the duvet near the door.

The duvet is safe.

Exhale and turn around.

"This one looks fine."

"But it's going to be hard to carry."

Captain Solgnac makes the tannic surface.

"You have to wash it anyway to use it, and let's drop it out the window and collect it later"

"What? Cot like that, dude, won't it break?

Surprised by the wizard's suggestion, Juvenile Soldier Morph raised his voice unexpectedly.

"It's okay because it's soft. Watch out for the glass, remove the duvet, shake the duvet a bit with the end, pay for the fragments, and then get out."

Described to Cruillo in a calm voice, Morph snorted.

Parents and craftsmen at the factory just yell at the morph of usage at their heads.

I didn't even explain to Locke, I used a boy who didn't know anything.

With ambiguous (ambiguous), halfway instructions, he asked, "You don't even know that!" He yells at me and beats me.

But as a result of Morph thinking and working on his own, if that was wrong or he didn't like it, he was reduced in meals and salaries after being beaten.

"I don't care who did that. I said! Don't be selfish!

"But you didn't tell me when you asked..."

"Think with your own head! (CHUCKLES) Oh, no!

When Morph shut up, he said, "Say something!" and was beaten.

You don't have to say anything or not to get beat up.

You don't have to ask questions, you don't have to, you're beaten.

They change instructions sometimes, even in the exact same task.

Whichever way I worked I could eventually achieve the same result, but I felt like "I don't like the way I did it," he punched Morph.

Morph didn't know which way was right and whose statement was justified.

The factory manager also flips words easily in the mood of the day.

Even the morning statement was fine at noon and said, "I didn't say that. You're not wacky for me to say that," he denied.

Even so, they are indispensable for prayer to Saint Kirkulus before starting and before lunch and at the end of the day.

Morphs endured unreasonable manipulation because they had a lunch similar to salary and leftovers.

Ever since I quit my job, left my house, and joined the Star Road Prostitute, I have no longer been irrationally yelled at or beaten.

The greater man of the Star's Way Proselytizing Army and the clergy in the Church taught us all sorts of things, such as true faith, before Morph asked questions.

Captain Solgnac also said to me at the outset, "If you don't know anything, just ask me a question right away".

Morph couldn't quite believe the words, but after realizing that no other crew member would beat him up for questioning him, he began to listen.

If something failed, he would not be beaten, and everyone in the squad worried that he would not have been injured. I don't get eaten less because of my failure.

Service and training are tight, but they are properly explained first, everyone acts on the same standards, and if they fail, they are not beaten.

Even when beaten with the same force, heartache is completely different for irrational reasons and in combat training.

There was a difference between heaven and hell in living at home and forcing unreasonable patience in the workplace to support my family.

He also worked in a factory, but not at all like the employees of the Autonomous Communities.

Just as kind and gentle as the star road prostitute.

Treats me as a one-man boy soldier morph.

... a wizard, a Fluxinus, why? I burned your house and factory, so why didn't you say anything?

Juvenile soldier Morph could not speak the question.

Instead, grab a futon and sift off a piece of glass, as Cruillo, an employee of a powerful people, told you. The futon was soft and weighed firmly.

When I approached the window frame holding the futon, a piece of glass broke under my feet making a crisp noise.

Cruillo opened the window with a little fragmentation and threw down the futon with momentum.

"It's like you can't lose momentum."

Subsequently, the captain who threw the futon was noticed, and the boy soldier Morph also dropped the futon.

After a few seconds, I hear a creaking noise and confirm the landing of the futon.

I dropped five duvets and went around the rest of the room.

On the fourth floor, there was no further harvest and it was decided to move to the fifth floor.