The hammer sounds. I hear saw-drawing.
The sound of the loom moving and weaving up the cloth.
The voice of a child shaking in an alley. The voice of the parent calling the disciple.
And with them, I hear songs to take the clap of work.
There was a bright and healthy sound coming from the entrance to Dwarf Street in the afternoon, which I visited after a lot of work.
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If you look at it, the stone houses have been built and renovated, and many have felt like workshops.
Laundry strings are stretched all over the place and the clothes are hanging in the wind.
As busy as ever, I went into the city thinking.
As I walked down the road, one saw-drawing noise stopped.
When a few Dwarves, who were working a little woodworking at the end of the road, stopped their hands, they took their hats and gave them a deep thank you.
One, I know a face. That little fat, cheerful Mojamoja mustache...
"Good job, Mr. Thori."
"No, there's no annihilation! Welcome, Holy Knight. Alone?
"Ahaha, it's not like I can take you for a living. Is Mr. Agnal here?
"Heh! Agnal, if I were you, I'd only be at home! Hods, don't run away and let me know!?
Ugh, a young Mr. Dwarf nodded and put the tool down.
"Oh, that's good. That's it."
"No! He said he welcomed the Lord's visit, and that the Agnal bastard didn't sit well either!
"Usu!"
Mr. Hods, a young dwarf, nodded and ran out.
When this happens, it becomes rude and annoying on the contrary, even if it is in too much of a hurry, because it is already in the form of a foretaste of the visit.
... then it's a corner, and I think I'll talk to Mr. Thori for a second before I go.
Though the Dwarves have a relatively small mouth count, Thori chats.
I was born with that kind of temperament, so I don't know what else to do, I'm laughing.
For me, too, he's friendly and easy to talk to.
"These days, how's life for you?
"Ha-ha-ha! That's already cloudy!
You can make things if you like, sell them! Don't worry about tomorrow's dinner! How thankful. "
"That was good. Anything wrong with your neighborhood, or if you're in trouble?
"Hmm. Right………………"
What Mr. Thori raised was blacksmith noise and complaints about it.
There are several detailed lifestyle problems, such as problems caused by differences in lifestyles between Dwarves and people.
When you take out a copper arrow (or freshly) that combines a pen with an ink kettle, you make a note behind the miswritten document that is bound for your memoir. Paper is precious.
"Well, that cell phone pen, well done."
"A long time ago, Mr. Agnal made it for me."
"I see. I'm convinced of Agnaldon's work."
I didn't think it would be very difficult to have a portable writing device, but I had it made as soon as I ordered it.
There are a lot of really good craftsmen called Dwarves.
"And... again, too many immigrants are a problem.
I don't mind pushing you over, but there's no way you can always have a job………… "
"That is…… indeed"
"I don't know, it's unhealthy for a good young mon to pray during the day without even doing his job"
"According to this, it's also about security."
It was a matter of great concern to me.
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Although it's a good thing that more people come to this area with a widespread reputation for being developing...
There's no easy way to turn the job around.
The loading and unloading of river ports and the work of civil architecture to turn the ruins into a town again.
Or to commercial industry, forestry, restaurants and liquor stores……
I'm getting interested in a lot of things, but that's why I don't have so many jobs that I can easily absorb dozens of humans.
"Hmmm......"
Having a job is important.
The fact that we are contributing to society brings pride to man, and vice versa, if we lose our jobs, man loses pride.
Losing your job means losing your income at the same time, and when you are financially anxious and your life tomorrow is unknown, everyone is in a hurry.
Human beings with diminished pride, impatience, and anxiety can sometimes run into crime with a little poke, according to this one.
I don't know…… excuses for crime come into play.
I can't help it because I've been forced into such a terrible situation.
There's no other way because it's to live.
I can't live long enough anyway, so let's do it the way we want to.
I don't have a choice. I don't have any further ahead of me anyway, I'm not the only one at fault, even the surroundings that drove me this far are bad for society.
Stealing some from him doesn't mean he's not going to die - come on, be brave! Go! Go!
And this is how it goes.
How can you fantasize about this?
... in my last life to Dada, I haven't done a few decades' worth of pulling.
The thoughts of those who are desperately pushed and about to be can be traced there.
So, more people like this increase crime.
Of course, some people will endure fine without running to crime, but others will run without getting back on their feet.
The increase in the incidence of crime is inevitable at a time when both have increased the number of mothers of people who do not get a job and have anxiety, beyond being in a certain proportion.
The vicious circle begins when security deteriorates if an increase is not avoided, and when security deteriorates, more resources are spent on control….
I have to slap him from the roots.
In this case, since immigration is inevitable, will it manage to increase jobs and turn the economy around - the solution?
Leaving this hand problem alone, things are really bad that would have been possible to develop.
More immigrants. Especially the deprivation of unskilled simple labor occurs. Security deteriorates. Conflict structures arise and burn up in the form of immigrants and former residents. Trouble occurs.
In that way, initially from economic strife, it developed into a discriminatory sentiment aimed at certain groups, and if economic structures and a sense of discrimination were intertwined, that would already be the root of a predominantly centuries-old scourge.
Bombs of such serious scourge are currently marking a ticking time in a progressive fashion. If we can't dismantle it, it's going to blow up in the next generation.
Even in the memory of my previous life, the reception and restriction of countries, immigrants and refugees was a huge social problem, but I understood this position well.
It's actually a pretty nasty issue, if you don't turn the money and jobs right and inflate the economy and deal with it well, it could develop in a serious direction into a snowman ceremony.
… Gus is really right that turning money around and keeping turning it is extremely important to the world. My head hurts.
"Dear Knight?
And Mr. Thori called out to me, as he cared for me, thinking about it.
"Oh, it's okay, Smitty. We'll take care of something when we get home."
In the meantime, something utilitarian......
The only way to do this is to set up a port development or irrigation business or something like that and absorb the workforce?
And then let's borrow the wisdom of the familiars.
I don't want a riot or anything, and I need to take the lead in boosting the economy before it does. It is also important to alleviate cultural friction.
I just summed up my thoughts that way, and the young Dwarf Mr. Hodds, who was well timed and ran earlier, came back.
"Ugh. I'll be waiting for you," he said.
"Yes, thank you. Thank you for your time."
As he smiled and lowered his head gently, Mr. Hods opened his eyes and shook his hands in a panic.
"Ugh! There's no such thing as extinction!
"No, that helped. Thori, too, thank you for today. Let's talk about it again."
"It is an honor to say so to the Holy Knight. If it's okay with me, anytime!
Then he lowers his head to both of us and walks out.
In contrast, it is very difficult for us both to break our hips deeply and bow our heads and drop them off.
If you look, the other Dwarves in the street are looking down at me and dropping me off.
Of course, as a social position, it's just a position to be done, and even if you refuse, they just have trouble, so you just have to accept it...
Is it because of my memories from my previous life that I feel like I'm sitting a bit badly, or am I simply still unfamiliar with it?
Do I have to get used to this?
Even if you get used to it, you kind of seem to lose yourself, don't feel scared...
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"My apologies for the sudden interruption."
"No.... Welcome aboard."
of a large mansion on Dwarf Street, its reception room.
The first word I uttered heavily was a majestic dwarf carefully knitted with an iron gray beard on his rugged bald head (especially).
This is Mr. Agnal, the face of Dwarf Street.
Next door is an old dwarf with unrecognizable, unfamiliar gray hair and a look like a martial bone.
... a long time ago, I thought you were the one with the tired eyes.
"Today, I mean meet up..."
"Yes."
"This is a representative of the new Immigration Corps with my uncle, Glendall."
"………… at last"
Word short, he lowered his head.
"My name is William, and I serve His Highness Ethelbald, Lord of Southmark, and I am entrusted with the Lord of this neighborhood."
Place your right hand against your left chest and gently pull your left foot back to return the favor.
Being a representative of one group cannot be treated roughly.
Mr. Glendall likewise returned the favor.
The movement is smooth... I mean, you know the old courtesy? That means
"Come on in."
And when I thought about it, my thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Agnal's words.
I can recommend a seat at the top.
"Yes. Thank you."
I can't refuse this in my position either, so I sit back reluctantly.
After a while, Mr. Agnal's wife brought him some tea.
... There are many stories about Dwarf women who are fairy and beautiful, or who are very rugged and have a mustache.
But when I found out that the correct answer was both, I became intimate with them.
When a Dwarf woman is young, she is a bit pompous and beautiful like a fairy, but because she doesn't really care about her appearance, or when she marries, she becomes an early liver mother mesmerized breeze.
And if you're a Dwarf man, you're not very keen on that change.
Besides Dwarf's culture, Dwarf men don't put women on the table and say, "Hide women from the rest of us! Sounds like...
I think maybe the Dwarf woman I happen to see has become a source of information and produced bipolar stories like "It's a fairy" and "No, it's a mustache".
It should be noted that Mr. Agnal's wife falls on either a fairy or a mustache, let's avoid making any explicit remarks.
All in all, take a sip of herbal tea, and think about future developments.
The story of "The Land of Candles" is an important part of them, rather than asking all of a sudden, you should cheer up a little and soothe the air.
"Mr. Glendall, why are you here?
With a unique aroma and bitter taste, I choose to ask questions without difficulty.
- To die.
I got a hell of an answer back, and I almost erupted my herbal tea.
"Hey…… and excuse me"
"Lord Glendall. That would surprise you in the end."
Speak so that Mr. Agnal can hold his tongue.
Mr. Glendill looked troubled and became silent for a while.
I'll wait for it to live in the right place.
Mr. Glendill slowly summed up the words and spoke in a calm manner.
"Nong et al., old short. … We want to see our homeland and die."
"- Lord William. Lord Glendall is the survivor of the western mountains."
If you say so, I'm a little convinced.
Even I, when I'm old and dying... might want to die looking at the hills with that temple.
"The Mountain of Sioux is not already our Mountain.
But I heard rumors that there was a hero who took the foot of a mountain that had turned into a sea of warcraft, and brought it back into the hands of men. "
But that's not why I understood all of Mr. Glendall's thoughts.
I wonder how it feels.
"Far away from the mountains of nostalgia...... one day again, dream that the land of the dead will be reclaimed.
I wonder how fortunate I would be if I could die that way.
We all came here with people who talk like that and share the same thoughts. "
I wonder how sad it is that no matter how much you want it, you can't go home.
How regrettable it is that they remain deprived of their homeland.
... I wonder how much experience I can tell you that I'm just happy to die distancing my hometown.
"I may inconvenience you, but I don't hate any work.
Please, just put it in the corner of the city. "
…… I don't know.
I don't understand how he feels.
"Rest assured. I'll do what I can."
But that's why.
I thought I had to show my will and responsibility as the keeper of the city.
Mr. Glendill's hands in both hands,
"- I will surely protect you from irrationality."
That's what I said.
Looking into your eyes, thinking, thinking you can pass it on.
"Oh, oh…………………."
The hand I shook was trembling as I sifted.
Then, I turned my gaze to you… When I looked back, Mr. Glendall was still tearing.
"Never mind... Never mind..."
With a trembling hand, hold my hand back.
Mr. Glendall repeated that over and over again.