Shut-in Magician

Shortly after the dinner party began, Chiahi poked Siu's magic bag in envy.

Agricola, too, watches closely.

"Fine, I knew we'd want a magic bag, too."

"What we have now is a small one."

Laetitia is sighing, too.

Gladys nodded yeah, cheeky enough to make the meat even this.

"But it's expensive."

Kiahi says unfortunately. Apparently, even that "small" one was pretty expensive.

Then Emina saw the flickering and the sioux. And open your mouth as you have decided.

"Um, if you like, why don't we go to the store next time?

"Yeah?"

Kiahi turned to Emina. Laetitia looks at her with interest too. Stuck by an admiring elf, Emina blushed and continued with a tense face.

"It's my grandfather's decision... Actually, I was selling magic bags."

"Oh, seriously?

"Liar! Really?

Kiahi and Laetitia were surprised at the same time and raised their voices. Kirch also has his eyes open. Gladys was still full of mouth, and Agricola remained silent, pompous. That should be it too, a magic bag is not something you sell so easily. Too few to be auctioned off most of the time.

"What, can anyone buy that?

"No. Well, I only sell it to people my grandfather decided to."

"Wait, wait. The way you put it, it sounds like there's a number."

"... Yes, I do. It's just that, can you just talk about it here?

"Of course it is, but"

And Laetitia took his strength, and brought it to the tree that was on his back.

"I'm surprised."

To their surprise, Siu added.

"But I can't buy it unless it suits Grandpa Stan's glasses. Probably fine, though. That's why you taught Emina, right?

"Yeah, yeah. 'Cause, Siu, I'm your friend, and you look like a good guy if you listen to me."

"That's what it looks like."

So I guess you finally convinced me it was the truth. Kiahi frowned and whispered.

"Even if you can sell it, yes. It's expensive, isn't it? Split profit, huh?

"What do you think? Well, I don't know."

"It's not expensive. Well, it means more than the market."

I say as I look at Chilah Siu. Don't look at me because I'll find out! I lied while I thought.

"The producer wants you to decide who you want to sell more than the price, in Grandpa Stan's eyes."

Emina nods yeah. I heard it and Agricola talked blush.

"I'm an artisan. I know exactly what you mean. I'm sure you want me to use it for people."

"... yeah, that's right. Awesome, Mr. Agricola."

After all, he is an artisan. When Siu answered, it was followed by Emina.

"Is Mr. Agricola, possibly, an artisan?

"... used to do it just"

"Really? My husband is a tool maker. So you know what that feels like? So did Mr. Agricola."

Emina continued with a smile.

"Craftsmen are amazing, aren't they? That's how hard you work to make tools. Don't be angry when you find out that the tool isn't being used politely. But instead, my love for the tools I've used over the years is doubled. When I see people who fix it and use it, I feel really happy."

"... right"

"My husband always says it's not a price. Well, I have a life, so let me put a price on it, too!

Laugh and say. But Agricola was only rare to hear it.

I'm not angry. It's like you're enduring something.

"Once upon a time, did you quit because of an injury or something now? Too bad. Mr. Agricola would have been a good craftsman."

"... I don't know if I'm a good craftsman."

"Oh, I get it. I'm still a tool maker's wife. Besides, I've seen the tool shop work for a long time. I've seen a lot of craftsmen."

Agricola has been silenced. I thought what a way to cut in, but maybe it's good because it's an outgoing emina. As Siu watched silently, Emina opened her mouth again.

"I'm sorry. For someone who quit because of an injury, it could have been a topic like applying salt to the wound. But Mr. Agricola still seems to be doing so well, so I thought I'd gotten over it. You know, people like that were good craftsmen. And you have a very good hand. My grandfather said he was a good craftsman."

Everyone was listening quietly.

"You're doing a decent job right now, too. Craftsmen really, because a lot of people can't do it when they change jobs. It's fine."

To Emina's words, Agricola leaned down. My hands are shaking as I sift.

Siu thought he was angry or crying, but he didn't. He was laughing.

"I, for the first time, have been told that."

Laughing he goes on.

"... I need you to ask me something later."

"Later? Oh, yeah, we'll have dinner first!

Much younger Emina responded with a grin like her mother to the grinning agricola.

After the meal, we moved the place from a noisy park to a cafe space where we could sit slowly.

Agricola's story was something everyone wanted to hear.

"I had a pardon for my wife. dwelt in a remote city, but of a clan.... I was born with a gift. It was also a family dream," Blessed be the god of blacksmiths, Primes. "

With a small sigh, Agricola glanced at the distance.

"So, you've been given a pardon, too. She's the eldest daughter. That was a smart stomach. Neither did I sweeten my gift, and I learned to forge desperately. It's fun to work. There were many who rejoiced in the sword I made.... and you've been so careful, I'm sure."

Agricola turned her eyes to Emina and laughed softly.

"Forgive me, but I don't want to marry someone who makes the tools for killing people."

Emina changed her complexion haha. And so is everyone.

"I've never thought about the meaning of a tool."

"... you were more concerned about that than her words, weren't you?

Nodding small, Agricola continued.

"What I make is a weapon. I left it unprepared."

"... who is she?

To Emina's inquiry, Agricola grinned bitterly.

"He was originally the ordained wife at an early age. Looks like someone I like. You ran off."

Emina shook her head.

"No, I'm not. It's how you feel."

You look painful, listen. To Siu, no, it's something no one can ask but Emina.

"... I didn't try to make you like me, I'm sorry"

"You liked it, didn't you?

Emina goes into what she says she liked to go away. This is the place, she seems. Kiahi by his side says, "A woman is scary," but is she a pardon or is it to Emina? Siu thinks they're both scared in a different direction.

Agricola nodded at Emina's question like that. Emina then said,

"Such a woman, I should have told you to wish from this side!

And I vented into anger. It was Kirch who blew it out.

Unsurprisingly, Kiahi is stunned. Laetitia was snorting hard.

"I'm giving you a reason of my own, but you mean there's finally a guy you like and he ran that way, right? It sucks to hurt your pardon, and then even run off!

"... no, it's a pathetic stomach"

"No, I'm not."

Now we were even together to Laetitia to say it back.

Ignoring the grumpy men, they said orally.

"I'm drunk with myself, it"

"Tia's right. If I had another man I liked, I wouldn't normally have to say no. Why bother hurting me for such a reason, so what happens? Honestly, 'Get rid of it because you've got a man you like', that's what you're asking!

"Yes, yes. If you didn't want to build a murder weapon, you'd have told me sooner, wouldn't you? But I'm sure if you talk about it, they might give you back 'Then I won't make weapons'. That's why I kept quiet. He's got a bad personality."

"I'm caught between the two men," he said!

"Wow, you're here, that kind of kid. I don't like it."

"Me too! What kind of world are you talking about? I don't think the Dwarves have a code that says, 'If you dissolve your engagement, you'll be wiped out'!

No, he yelled at me as if to take confirmation, and he was shaking his head hastily that there was no agricola. Kiahi whispers, "Woman, I'm scared." Siu and Kirch pierced each other wisely and silently. Gladys remained pompous until the end, just watching them.