Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

When we all left the house together, we headed to our respective workplaces. I walk down the road as I join hands with Alistair. I immediately went out on a wide road.

"Wow."

That was the path I should have taken yesterday, but the number of people was different because it was morning. A lot of people seem to be busy heading to work. Some of them seem to take their children to work, and many look like younger children.

"Oh, is that a new kid?

"Oh, I picked it up"

"Ha, see you later. Hang on!"

Both Bart and Alistair are voiced here and there like this. Everyone is surprised for a moment when they look at the color of my hair and eyes, but the next thing they know, they look at Alistair and try to convince me that it's something like that, but it somehow conveys it. As for the Four Horses, they would have marveled at Alistair. It was a helpful story.

Khan, to the sound of a bell rang from Khan and the mountain, people began to speed up their feet. Sounds like a signal for work in the morning.

"Shit. I'm late."

Alistair ran out with me when she said so, too. Nevertheless, he immediately stopped in front of a large store. It was a store with both open doors, and there were already several people lined up.

"Hey, I'm sorry."

Alistair and Bart walked into the side trail and went into the store through the back entrance.

"I knew you were tired, yesterday today, huh?

Such teasing voices stopped on the way, surprisingly.

"Brendel, this is the pickup this guy talked about yesterday."

"I picked it up. I'll take care of it. Leah."

That's what Alistair said so I could put it over Burt explaining it.

"Oh, Alistair."

"Yes."

Alistair gently lowered me down where I was holding him.

"Ria."

So he greeted and looked up, and whoever was called Brendell opened his eyes for a moment,

"It's Brendel. There are many details here. I wonder if I can be quiet."

I said gently.

"Aye."

"Good boy."

And he stroked my head. Brown hair, brown eyes, about 50 years old? My hands were big and saving. Brendel put the hand that stroked me on his chin.

"But where will you be?"

"Tomoko."

I pointed to the corner of the workshop connected from the store.

"Uh, wood ends are scattered, but are you okay?"

"Shit, Daiji"

Apparently, there's a wooden chop in place to make a box to lay down demonic props. It sounds interesting.

"You're going to be somewhere in the end, so you can go there. Leah, you're okay."

"Aye."

Brendel seemed worried, but that was beyond me. I nodded because I wanted to go by the tree chop anyway.

Well, let's get to work.

At the same time the words moved toward the tree cut. Brendell's voice came after me.

"Uh, hey, hey, hey."

"Chill out, nigga!

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Not at all. Not even him. But the tree cut was a mountain of treasure for toddlers.

"Hito-chu, futa-chu"

That would stack up. First divide the woodcuts by size and shape. Stack the bigger one down, the smaller one up, one at a time.

"Now, Mai!

Once built up to tall height, it was a huge success. All right.

"Ooh."

I hear a lot from the store. I looked back and put my hands on both sides of my hips.

"Chicken, Shiru"

"I'm pissed off."

"Ah."

The shopkeepers laughed and went back to work. I think Alistair was the only one who looked at me a little jealously. But I also got tired of putting up three building blocks towers.

Let's take a little stroll then. The workshop resembles Bart's house, with several tables and chairs to do the work, and boxes arranged neatly on the back shelves.

If you glance at the boxes in the visible range, boxes as small as demonic props for warming up the water in the barrel, thin blue glowing tablets, thin red glowing tablets, etc. are cut and arranged in a variety of sizes. Some things are like moss that moffs. Some are like powder from magnets. I shouldn't have touched it, but I was kind of excited.

Looks like lunch is still here even after watching the whole thing. Brendell and the other employee are dealing with customers. Speaking of customers, some are consulting with them as they bring the box of magic props itself and show it to them, while others take the magic stone out of the bag looking important and trade it for other magic stones of the same size.

I approached the counter about time.

Inside the counter, the colored slabs you just saw, as well as the demonic stones divided by size, are properly delivered and lined up in smaller boxes.

"Oh, you. Don't be ridiculous."

"Aye."

Yes, I watched quietly as employees spoke to me. But according to the nearby, this time the counter is too high to see on the counter. At first glance, there was a box just the right size, so I'll climb up. All right. When I stood up, I could see Brendel at hand. That's similar to a box that warms up the water in a barrel.

Brendel peeled off the top half of the box containing the demon stone. The black sand like the magnet I just saw inside is laid down. And on a small red tablet, a blue tablet. When Brendel removed the blue slab, he removed the same size slab from under the counter and replaced it.

Turning the top half back on, or a little switched on, I immediately switched it off.

"You were obsessed with the tablet. I still have the Demon Stone, and I just need to replace the tablet, but what do I do?"

"It's summer, I don't need hot water, but I thought you'd change it."

"Aye. So it's 3,000 gills because it's a small tablet."

"Expensive."

"I don't know about all this. Well, the box itself still has years."

"There you go."

"Every time."

This is how it goes. I see, does the tablet have the role of connecting or removing the demonic stone with the pyrogenic material?

"Oh, Leah, it's dangerous!

Oh, Alistair found me. It is unloaded under the box.

"Are you tired of it"

"Aye."

"It's lunch. Just hang in there a little longer."

"Ah."

I don't have a choice. Let's clean up the building blocks. I went back to the wood-chopped place awesome. It's hard not to do anything unexpectedly.