Kujonin

Me and Melmo arrive at Nomefield and report work at Knocking Hill.

Employees at Nomefield reported on making windmills and pumps.

The windmill I was planning to make is pumping water little by little.

However, the amount of water to be pumped is not so large, and it is natural, but when the wind stops, the windmill stops.

Ashley said he wanted to try all the windmill designs I drew.

He wanted to help but was refused, "I can't raise my salary if I get any more help."

"It's okay. Both my husband and my children have work. Little by little, this village is moist."

Ashley smiled with a smile.

For the time being, the water was secured by the rain, and Garcia asked Alfred to help the central government in the event of water and food shortages.

Our after-sales service is like this.

Even if the plantation burns and loses the protection of the spirits, Garcia's standing is firmer and more stable than before.

I told all employees that I would leave Nomefield the next morning.

"Yes."

"Roger that"

"OK"

"Yes"

There was no objection.

He told Garcia and Ashley, and Cynthia that he was going tomorrow.

"Yes, no, I took care of everything."

"Everyone will have dinner tonight!"

Garcia and Ashley were laughing.

Just a few days after burning the farm. Some have fled the gnomefield.

Surely, it will take time to completely change your mind.

Still, they don't show us a painful look, they're making roads and windmills and laughing.

Looking at the faces of the two laughing carefreely, I once again realized that they had crushed the farm they had built over 20 years. Of course, it was something that had to be stopped and I didn't think I had done anything wrong, but when God and the evil god asked me to exterminate the hero, I didn't expect this to happen, I thought I wasn't prepared.

The request tightened, keeping in mind that it could take away someone's long-standing efforts and history.

"What will Cynthia do? Join our company?"

"No. I'm sorry to have been released from slaves, but I'm here. Thank you for inviting me."

"Well, that's better. If you want to get in touch with us, use this."

With that said, I handed the communication bag to Cynthia.

"If you put in magic, you can connect to my communication bag and talk even if you are far away."

"Hey, it's amazing!"

Cynthia stared at the correspondence bag she received.

"Please tell me if you want to talk to Cynthia in the future. I'll lend you a communication bag."

I tell the employees.

Aisle and Versa nodded as if they were getting along.

Dinner was a grand feast with the remaining villagers and peddlers, including Garcia's children.

Since the rain had stopped, we had a barbecue in front of Garcia's house warehouse. The demons that Melmo was hunting on the way back from Knocking Hill were being burned and served with bloody juices and wines stored in warehouses.

When the sun fell, he set a bonfire, laid down the skin of a demon, and became a seat.

"Naoki, thank you."

As I was biting the meat alone, Garcia sat next to me and poured wine into my cup.

"No, no thanks"

"No, I can only say it now. I'll tell you. Honestly, I don't know what will happen, ha ha ha."

Garcia was still laughing.

"Nevertheless, I'm no longer agitated by ghoul disease, I'm no longer suspicious of anyone, I don't want to back off anymore. The farm is gone, hahaha."

I was nervous around my chest.

"I don't have any blessing or advice from the spirits. I'll think for myself, consult with everyone and decide. I'll go ahead with my own will and at my own responsibility. So Naoki-kun I don't feel bad. ''

"Do you understand that?"

"Hahaha, Naoki-kun has emotions on his face."

I put my mouth on the cup and scratched my back.

"I had a job prepared and a well dug. Thanks are grateful, I don't feel resentful. Don't worry, go my way."

"Yes, thank you"

Garcia seems to be supporting me. The light of the bonfire illuminates Garcia's cheeks in red. You may be drunk.

"I've learned about 20 years of planting."

"What is it?"

"Often there's no answer, and if you fail, you won't wait for time.

"Do you keep walking?"

"As long as you keep walking, you can make your way and come with results. I thought so ..."

Garcia tilts the wine bottle and pours it into my cup.

"But I've changed since you met. You're on the wrong road. Sometimes you have to stop and look back to see what you're doing. Sometimes I'm beaten and I can't take a step or get up. ''

Garcia moaned the bottle and drank a sip of wine.

"But people around me can help with my hand."

Certainly, the remaining villagers and peddlers were trying to help Garcia.

"I'm happy, but if people around me start walking, I'll be dragged by myself, even if I'm not up. My wife Ashley is like that. "I don't laugh because it's fun, but laughing makes it fun.

"Laugh, get up, start walking?"

"Yes. All children, right? Hahaha."

Certainly maybe.

"If you try, you can fail. If you walk, you might fall or step on the shit, hahaha."

"Hahaha, surely"

"But if you laugh, you'll be able to get up and walk. You can stop. You can just start walking. That's right! Toll road emblems should be designed that way, ha ha ha."

"Good! How about making a slogan?" Don't worry about stepping on a shit "

"Hahaha, good!"

I guessed that it was easier to come up with an idea if I was laughing. After that, I spent a lot of time designing wine-like slogans and emblems and emptying wine.

The next day we laughed and separated from the Garcia family.

Garcia and his family were looking forward to what kind of road they would make in the future, and Garcia said they were looking forward to what would happen in the future.

If they failed each other, they promised to use a communication bag to contact each other and waved their hands.