Seiun wo Kakeru

Even some time after Fran left, Age was thinking about his earlier puzzling remarks.

Let the water flow, what is the situation?

No way, I wouldn't even make a levee in the river and cause a flood.

What the hell is going to happen next?

The future is always uncertain, but when people suggest it, it makes me extra anxious.

Was my anxiety on my face?

Franco said bitterly to Agie.

"If you look so worried, you're gonna be bald"

"Who's bald! It's a hussar!

"Ha, you don't have to be strong"

"Shall I throw some charcoal on your head..."

Age was concerned about her hair and tried to touch it, but her relatives shouldn't be anxious about her hair.

More than that, strangely, there are so many blacksmiths who live long and yet are active for life and do not know baldness.

It is not uncommon for some artisans to be eighty or ninety and wave down their hammers vigorously.

That may have something to do with the constantly hot environment of a blacksmith and the manual labor waving down a chunk of iron, but I did not know the detailed causality.

The trouble with a blacksmith would be that his lungs would be pictured bright white with iron powder when he took a Lentgen and that many craftsmen would keep looking at the fire and getting their eyes blown.

Agie glanced at Franco, but thanks to him, the anxiety could be dispelled.

Another seed of concern, though small, held me in, but should I be thankful here?

Thinking of it that way, Franco looked at the village chief's house with a frigid gaze.

"You didn't seem to notice Fran was distracting you, but it looks like you have another visitor."

"Who is it...?

"This is Ghazir, the village chief of Lililka Village, who I advised earlier."

"Where now?

"Bona should be dealing with him. If you say hello, it'll be a hassle, and if you don't, you won't say hello. Either way, be careful."

"You're a pretty troublesome opponent. I've missed you so much."

Just listening turned out to be a nasty personality.

It makes me relaxed.

In fact, it's troublesome, Franco sighed.

I didn't expect Franco, who usually weighs in on rational and rational places, to represent so much emotion and say people's faults.

To the village of Lililka too. Franco should be heading out to collect taxes, and I guess he's struggling at that.

Will Bona manage to deal with him like this?

My wish didn't come true.

Apparently, Ghazir demanded we meet Age face-to-face.

When the village kid came to tell Age the story, I wondered if I could do something I couldn't find.

Nevertheless, the opponent is an invitee and Age is the star of this reception.

Naturally I can't be rude like that, so Age thanked the village kid who called me and I had no choice but to head over to Bona.

The only thing that slows down that walk is trying to get you to give me a break.

Franco would not be on the same path as if Bona were here.

The mood hidden behind it seemed clear, and Age accidentally glared at Franco.

But I'm sure Franco is aware of it, too, just to look away from it at first sight.

For the first time, Gazir, the village chief of Lililka village, is located opposite the east and west poles of the island.

He was, in a nutshell, a forty tangled man with three beats of little fat baldness.

Do you live in luxury from time to time?

He was a very rare type in an island human being with luxury all over his body and only the minimum calories required.

Fat skin and a tedious head are not very pleasant to watch.

Even Bona, the village chief of the village of Siena, has recently enriched the village, but has not lived in such luxury.

It's a qualitative life that leads me to think about changing the strategy of the village with one cookie.

The lords of Nazioni do not look fattened because life is the richest but the usual activities are very active.

That's why Ghazir's appearance was so ugly and remarkable.

Besides, he says that the person will be on his face as he gets older, but Ghazir would have a pretty nasty personality if the theory were true.

When Age visits Bona's house, who and what has Ghazir done?

"Who are you?

"This is Agee, who was to marry Tania in the village of Siena as an adopted child this time. What's your name?

When Age asked, Ghazir distorted his face uncomfortably.

The saggy belly shivers in a blurb with a little movement.

Words emanating from the face like bulldogs sounded creepy.

"I am Ghazir. You know about the village chief in Lililuca?

"I know because I've heard about the names and background of people who invite you in advance. Thank you for taking the time to come from so far away."

"Hmm, a woe from a really far away place. The road is bad, the mountains are steep, riding a horse doesn't make my back hurt."

Had Ghazir deliberately slapped his hips, but what was really a disaster was the horse having to put a heavy body on it?

I had to indulge in the sarcasm that with the bridge I would have come sooner to the appearance of purposefully claiming hardship.

To Age's such insides, Ghazir seemed as if he had not noticed.

"But you're a tough guy. Do you really think a lord would like a man like that?"

"You're the first person to say rude things in person. At least, you're not fat, and you're pretty tall."

"Hmm, you don't know. You're hotter for a woman with the right width, right?

"Age, don't worry about this guy's bad mouth."

"Oops, bad bad. Bad mouth is a natural temperament. Forgive me."

Bona pinches her mouth and puts in a follow up, but it looks like it would be better if she didn't really care.

Ghazir grinned, apologizing for all the shapes, but with too much dawn and clarity, his temper shredded.

And, later on, I learned that the story about Ghazir's aptitude isn't much of a lie.

Being fat is a symbol of wealth if you change your view.

Bad personality came with origami, but at least it seemed to be an appeal to the attraction of not being crippled with food.

"Age is a really good craftsman. It's very helpful in this village."

"Nothing is bronze, they use metal like iron. Right. It hasn't come around in our village yet. Can you accommodate me?"

"Think about it when the time comes. We haven't even gotten around to the village of Siena yet. There's not enough room to turn to other villages."

"Hmm................... I'm gonna tell you something."

"All this, even if I told you. I'm one of those craftsmen. I can't decide not to ask Mr. Bona or his adoptive father."

I've turned my gaze to where Bona is a stubborn craftsman, but Age tried to ignore it.

Besides, the value of iron is higher every time you leave the production base.

With every more relay point a transaction is made, its value rises to a nagging climb.

Not to mention the times when transport networks are not in place.

It is the village of Tal that Age is exchanging as a deal with the nearest village, but by the time we reach the village of Lililka, how many times or dozens of times will it have jumped in value?

"Well, so is that"

"Yes, but hey, Mr. Bona?

"Um, let's talk about that with me and the lord, and we'll come back later"

And the disparity between those with iron tools and those that do not will open surprisingly.

Age did not speak a word of outrage, nor did she wield violence.

But extremely rationally, I decided to deal with it more brutally than anyone else.

All I don't know is Ghazir.

One day he will regret what he has done, Agee thought.

"Well, congratulations on your marriage. I need to see your wife's face."

"He's so beautiful, you'll be surprised to see him."

"Hmm, are you in love fast?

"Yes, because the reception is near. I was wondering if this would be forgiven."

"... well, good. Let's look forward to seeing your face. Gufff......"

How much I saw, I wouldn't let him touch one finger, but if I just saw it, I would have to forgive him before I invited him.

Nevertheless, Age had one concern.

If this man says something to discredit even Tania, can he endure it then?

Age wasn't sure she could contain herself.

Thus, in the wake of the turmoil, the invitees gathered with each and every one, and the day of the reception came.