It's all one flower.

"Boy, you were surprisingly clever. Wouldn't you like me to give it a try?

"No!

A boy soldier Morph snaps his hat out of his old man's hand. The freshly finished crawling was still soft and in Morph's hands.

Yelling at Medvege with a surprised eye.

"Look and see! You're such a pussy, you're such a wacko to get into your old man's head! You're gonna break it!

"Oh, hi, okay, okay. It was my fault."

Medvege shook his shoulder and said, "Oh, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm going back to work." Captain Solgnac is gathering information at the curse doctor's office with manager Leno.

Boy soldier Morph moved next to Rourke with the material and the finished product. After that, move your hands and knit a sun-dried hat.

While the old man was knitting if he did, Morph was knitting up for two elementary school students. If it's small, I'll knit it it right up. I wanted to do the numbers, practice, and give you the best.

The Pinas are now making clothes for the summer while teaching from neighbor Ne Amiela in another room.

They work hard to keep everyone from getting hit by the heat. Pina's brother was worried about not stabbing her hand with a needle or her other sister.

... I don't know how to make it, but I guess it's a dangerous task.

At the same time, I'm worried about Pina, convinced that the needle Amiella is well paid and that she can give the neighbors some sort of ribbon.

Manager Leno didn't stop his amateur sisters from helping him with dangerous tasks, just to make him worry at the tip of his mouth.

... because you're short on manpower, aren't you?

Or do they make a spelldoctor athe to do such a trick because they are Fluxinus? I'm frustrated, but I can't rest my hands.

"Ah..."

A hand stretched out to the material as he thought about it grabbed Roark's finger. Let go in a hurry, then ask.

"Hey, brother, is making clothes dangerous?

"What?"

"The manager said he was going to stab the needle..."

"Oh...... yeah. I also use large scissors, and if I do accidentally, I may get hurt badly, but just be careful and do it slowly and you'll be fine."

Juvenile soldier Morph wondered if it was something he could handle as carefully as he could.

Then I feel like nothing is different from the fact that employees and factory managers who were using morphs in the Autonomous Communities said "do something with gut temper".

"I have a professional Mr. Amiela on me, and I'm sure he'll be fine. It's not a machine, it's a hand job."

"What's a mishin?

"Machine for sewing clothes. They sew electric ones at an awesome speed, so if they're inadvertent, they can sew their hands in, and they can get hurt a lot, but they're manual, so that's not a trick, and they're fine."

"Damn... it is"

The boy soldier Morph was frightened remembering his father.

He died years ago after being caught in a factory machine. The condolences were offset by compensation for stopping the operation, and the family just lost the worker.

I just couldn't bear the debt. I just thought it was better, but my mother and grandmother were unreasonable, she cried.

I wouldn't have died if it was just my hands, but neighbor Ne Amiela was making money from such a dangerous job, and at the same time became horrible with respect.

"Boy, I'm a pro. Whatever, I work for my life. There's nothing to worry about."

They said something that smelled like preaching, Boy Soldier Morph didn't think, and stared at the old man. But I immediately remembered Medvege's profession and loosened my expression.

Drivers move big trucks like that. Even during a traffic accident in front of the factory, raiding the city of Zerneau, a rolling truck involved private houses and fleeing citizens.

Use fire for cooking and baking for Leno Store Managers. If you do poorly, you'll burn.

Cruillo is also an employee. When, not necessarily without the same eyes as my father.

If the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and the curse doctor of the people of that lake fail, the patient dies and is in the hands of the funeral home Agoni.

... right. Everyone outside the Autonomous Community works for their lives.

Juvenile soldier Morph was convinced and concentrated on the task at hand. Sometimes I touch my head to see how big it is and compare it to the size of my hat.

Pina's head is probably about the size of a morph. Proceed with knitting so that it is not too big, not too small, and just the right size.

... what can I say and give it to you.

No other intentions or carelessness, but it would be troublesome if Medvege made fun of me for saying bad things and annoying the Pinas.

I proceeded with knitting with this in mind and noticed it when it was finished.

... For the time being, I'm too busy making clothes to grass outside.

The moment I clapped it out, fatigue pushed me closer and closer.

I'm home.

Silva and Farkil, the old ladies who were going to the city on the island of Lanterna, returned as they prepared for dinner.

Farkill was dressed in cool clothes. On its short sleeve chest is a painting of a bomb. There is a letter written beside it that Morph has never seen, but is it some kind of declaration?

Medvege also noticed Farkill's clothes and laughed. Farkill turns red and leans down.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

The old man apologizes as he laughs too much and wipes tears in his eyes. Farkill turned sideways with a bad-looking face of a bat.

"Captain, what does that say?

"Hmm? No, I don't need to know. It's a common language. It's just crap."

Captain Solniak clouded his words with a seemingly pitiful eye on Farkil.

... What, you can read the old man's dick in common?

Even though Morph didn't know, he regretted that Medvege understood the common language joke and laughed off, and the boy soldier Morph threw up and threw it away.

"Old man, don't laugh"

Medvege finally stopped laughing with a face like the pigeon had eaten even a bean cannon. But I say it right away as a nigga.

"Boy, it says' Sexy Dynamite '."

"What's wrong with that? That brother wrote it himself. Don't laugh at me like that."

"Oh, hi. I'm sorry, it was my fault. Boy, that was fast."

The Pinas. The three brothers and sisters at the bakery started the meal, and that's where the crap chatter ended.