It's all one flower.

At the dock sign, check the name of the temple you are going to and join the queue.

"Oh, yeah. I don't have many cars, so I don't have a signal."

"What?"

When Cruillo remembered and said, Skinum looked around.

On the contrary, there are no poles.

"So be careful when you cross the road."

"Yes!

"We're with you, but you, too, left and right. Nice to meet you."

"Yes!

When Leno tapped his back gently, he lost slight strength from Skinum's shoulder.

The crossing I was looking for came right away.

The bow lends a hand to the old man and puts him on a boat that is only about the width of a school desk.

Leno held Skinum's luggage and Cruillo pulled the boy's trembling hand, supporting his shoulders and moving him off the pier.

"Excuse me."

"Fine, fine. It's my first ride."

He lay his eyes down sorry, and Cruillo stroked the back of the connected hand with his other hand. Pinch the skinum and sit back and forth with Leno.

"This boat is really awesome without shaking at all."

Leno missed the conversation, and Cruillo rode with all his might.

"Right. The boat, the water, we need to work on both, fine-tune them to the customer's movements, and let them absorb the shake."

When I followed the magic currents, for some reason, Leno let his eyes shine.

"Do you think you can?

"I can't, I'm such a fine manipulator, absolutely murky! I knew the pros were awesome."

"Ha ha. Sir, there's nothing you can do about it."

"It's really amazing. A dozen people weigh in pieces, the water flows and the boat wobbles are complicated... what kind of training would stop them like they stuck to the ground like this perfectly?

"We've been bowmen for generations. I've only been planted by my parents since I was a kid."

The middle-aged bowman gave the answer along with an uncontrolled smile.

Skinum looks up and looks straight at the bow standing at the tip of the boat and asks.

"Have you ever wanted to get another job?

"I don't."

Skinum was breathtaking in the immediate answer of the bowman, but immediately threw the next question.

"Why?

"Whatever, everyone's happy every day. Sometimes, like this brother, I have customers who know exactly what I do and compliment me. Besides, the goddess created the water vein (Mio). What dissatisfaction do you think I have?

"No, there isn't. I'm sorry to interrupt your work."

A former theologian who was bent over hides his face with a light-colored hair and a fluffy muffler.

... After all, is it the work of a spellmaker, Ya?

Cruillo recalled the report he had read before.

Sure, Roark got Skinum out of his parents' house. Destination is Chernoknyjnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island. In the Arthurian Republic, it is an abomination of contempt and hatred as a wizard's nest.

All of a sudden, they referred him to a spell store and instantly executed him on the spot with no explanation of the circumstances or confirmation of his intentions.

Conditions are good, but there is no other way, so I started working part-time without having to stop.

... not the personality for customer service, but I don't want to help the Beech Wizard on the back.

Cruello turned his body toward the starboard side and sat back dressed to pinch the thin chair with both legs.

He casts a spell in such a way that the bow sings, and the crossing moves out.

Wooden boats do not shake as much as they do during mooring, and go to the surface (all of them) like sleds gliding on ice.

"Take a look. Beautiful view."

Cruillo called out, but Skinum doesn't try to hold his fist firmly on his knees and raise his face.

... I didn't really want to use this teh, but I can't help it.

Cruillo threw his gaze at Leno, who sat behind Skinum. Face over the head of the boy who was bending over. Leno nodded and opened his mouth.

"The manager said he would send you out for a social tour."

"Social tour…"

Light colored hair shakes. Skinum kept his posture low and turned with only his face.

"So it's totally different from the city you were born and raised in... it's in your job to take a good look at this city and go home."

"Foreign cities are interesting to discover just to see."

When Cruillo folded up, Skinum finally looked up.

"When..."

This boy says it's been about a year since he started working for the spellhouse, but he still doesn't know the powerful words.

Even if I heard the spell on the bow, I didn't know it was an order to the boat.

There are no more boats full of vegetables after morning market time.

The aunts' chatter is different from the lively boat. Are worshippers, tourists, wedding groups and mourners, and tired fitters Nemoralis refugees?

Some boats are full of one group, while others are boarded by various people.

None of the boats that set up and crossed will shake at all.

The intersection of the waterway also leaves without colliding with other boats.

A high shore stretches with old streets.

There are many large stone shoppers in the area. It's just a sign with a calm, wooden atmosphere. It seems to be a section with shops dealing with old-fashioned household goods, such as clothing, footwear, bags and utensils.

Several people got off at the docking yard in front of the pan shop and three came aboard.

From a low waterway, you can't see where the store is.

While waiting to get on and off, Skinum gazes at the surface of the water. A group of small fish swam beside the boat without fear.

A short length of aquatic plants grows on the bottom of the water, leaving it to the flow to sway. I don't know the depth, but I also saw a big fish shadow.

"No one gets the fish here?

"I heard you shouldn't get it on your own because you have fishing rights set up."

"Giggly?

Turn to the face where the shadows of guilt and self-loathing have disappeared on the cruello described.

Apparently, dark feelings can't beat curiosity either.

"Fisheries union in Wangdu... except for the professionals who belong to the union of fishermen, it is decided not to get it"

"Well, think futu, where boats full of these go by every day, it's dangerous to take out fishing rods as you please"

Skinum nodded over and over to the two explanations.

"Mr. Awellana's brother is also a professional fisherman, but he doesn't belong here, so you shouldn't work here"

"Why? You own something like a license, don't you?

"License… [Fishing (Su, etc.) RugaBlue Bird (Pelican)] Because there are many scholastic operators. There are pilgrims coming from abroad, so if you give permission to anyone else, the fish will be gone."

"Ah..."

Think about it a little bit and you'll see.

... social studies hey... if you don't have enough experience, is it hard to understand the connection between people and events around there?

Cruello realized he needed ideas on how to explain it, and he handed down his memory of what kind of explanation he had given to Amana.