It's all one flower.

"Hey, I need you to tell her something, too."

A man he did not know called out to him, and Kufshenka was drawn back to reality. A middle-aged man with earthy hair. A priest is lowering his brow beside him.

"Uh... what is it?

"That girl said she was safe in the mountains for days, eating nuts and stuff. Didn't she? You said there was a safe path in the mountains that haunted the monsters, and there was some delicious fruit?

"But that co is now..."

"My leg is broken, give me a little girl, I'll carry it, then let me show you the way, priest. When can't you? You donate a lot, don't you? Do something about it from your grandmother. I'm going to the mountains before all the fruit is eaten by birds and beasts."

A man with a large burn mark on his arm curled (swollen) to his earliest mouth. The tailor's manager, Kufshenka, manages to listen to the man's purpose and make him smile.

"Oh, if that's the way to go, I heard it before the civil unrest."

"Are you sure?

The man grabbed Kufshenka's shoulders and let his eyes shine. When the old woman coughed one up, the man let go of his hand with a bumpy looking face and scratched his head.

Let him nod in the priest's astonished face, and Kufshenka smiles at the man.

"Thank you. Thanks to you, I've come up with plans for winter support and food production. I need a lot of prep, so could you just wait a week?

"We have two hungry kids. While you're at it, the fruit will be eaten by the birds."

"The nuts that say that Co ate are so sour, they don't even eat birds. Stay on the tree until winter runs out of other food."

"Really? But..."

"That Co went into the mountains with the intention of dying, and by chance, he went down a safe path. I'm going to pick up some food, and I'm going to end up in danger."

"Really...?

A man alternates between Kufshenka and the priest's face.

The priest let him snort forcefully.

"Not only the immediate food, but also the preparation to create a production system so that we can all eat a lot from now on."

"That's right. This winter, we'll do the same."

Affirming the word of the priest, the man's face was brightened.

"So we should come back here next week, huh?

"May I borrow your church garden?

"Yes. We should have as many people as possible, right? We'll also post a notice on the bulletin board."

"If you have too many people, you'll lose your share, won't you?

A man clouded his face and spilled in a whisper.

"Don't worry, I'll pay you a loaf of bread for the work"

"Well... well. See you next week!

The man smiles and leaves the chapel behind.

The needlework people were listening to a series of intercessions as they moved their hands.

Kufshenka, in a voice echoing the chapel, gave an overview of the cleaning work on the old streets of the Kublum Mountains for the new business......

"There's a road to the east and west across the Kublum Mountains and an old street to the north over the eastern edge and through what's now Lacrimalis territory."

"That's my first ear, too"

The priest pinched his mouth in surprise.

"Before the civil unrest, wizards and hunters used them. Viola's rain-fed cabin must be a hunting cabin, a forestry union storeroom, a resting place for people who work in the mountains."

Thirty years after the establishment of the Listwar Autonomous Region. The Kirkuls of the powerless people fear demons and warcraft and do not enter the mountains. Going to pick up firewood is the forest of the mountain hem, but even there was attacked by demons and warcraft, and every year, those who lost their lives continued to follow.

On the abandoned path, the fallen leaves will descend and become rotten soil, on which the grass will flourish.

cut the grass that grows on the old streets, cut the trees, and recover the crawling grass as fine workmanship material, fallen branches and felled trees as firewood for winter.

Materials such as nursery pots are available at the same time as salt-free quality horticultural soil, and fuels that cover the cold.

Together with the cleaning of the cobblestones laid on the old streets, the recovered fallen leaves and spoiled soil are scattered over the sheeney green area.

The soil will become fatter and the plants will grow better than before. Furthermore, if good soil is available in a safe place close to the living area, home gardens in bowls and planters will be easier.

Later, a wall will have to be built between the green space and the collective housing to prevent the soil from spilling. The construction, although temporary, leads to employment.

A mountain bug spreads over the green space, which may haunt you, but you just have to give it up.

If it goes well, we will be able to harvest vegetables this fall or next spring. With that in mind, it's a minor problem such as bugs.

Of course (of course), if safe mountain paths are opened, it will be easier to get not only firewood, but also nuts and vegetables.

... I guess Cotto said Viola was safe and that Cotto has magic like Amiella too.

The tailor's manager, Kufushenka, lined up a lie to mislead it.

"Besides, before the civil unrest, I heard you were retreating demons and things with the help of the local veins, with the same mechanism as the Lesalube Old Road."

"Cheng Cheng, then if you stay on the road, you'll be safe."

Not only the priest, but also the people of the chapel see Kufushenka with a relieved face.

"It's a path made by the wizards a long time ago, but at this point, the saints will forgive you, won't they?

People stop hands on needlework, drink spit (never) and wait for the word of the priest. The priest smiled bitterly at the confusion that filled the chapel and looked around at the faces of the people.