The God has moved to another world.

Arriving safely in the settlement of Agney and the others, Dilloud had been guided to the village assembly hall.

To enter that building, which is the high-floor ceremony of the Agney Architecture Classic, you need to go up the ladder.

For Delaud, who was only physically fit, the ladder made by Agney standards seemed slightly tight.

"Oops. If you're not careful with this, I'm gonna hook your legs and fall off."

Mindful of his feet, Dillord is surprised to ascend.

The entrance was slightly smaller, but there was no need to succumb.

However, the wings on my back are really getting in the way and I seem to have to move them down to the ground.

I managed to get inside the building, even as I struggled badly with Aleya Koreya.

The elder laughs funny when he sees the sighing dilaud.

"Whoa, whoa. Sorry it's so narrow. I mean, it's just a small thing."

"Oh, no, not at all. My wings are dark and big. [M] It gets caught almost everywhere. I had no choice but to interrupt."

The elder nods with an impressive face about something, to Dilloud, who shakes his head.

Agney and the others, who were in the assembly hall earlier, start paying attention to the wings in an interesting way.

"Wow! Cool!"

"Damn it."

"Cool."

"It's cool to be crummy."

Apparently, the standard of agney cool is a pretty loose one.

Surrounded by Wye's and the noisy Agnies, Dilloud enters the assembly hall scratching his head.

Looking inside, he could see that it was a wooden building.

There are few conditioning items, but for some reason the Einfarble tapestry is decorated.

I see it at a tourist grocery store or something, that's it.

"Wow. Someone's buying this."

"Oh, that's right. Mizuhiko gave it to me.

"When I say Mizuhiko. Oh, I thought you were Mr. Tuhiko's brother. I've heard a lot about you before."

Dillough, who had a lot of opportunities to deal with Tuhiko, was also asked about Mizuhiko.

It was a speech about content such as how he was a great brother, but unfortunately I didn't remember most of the content.

For he listened while sleeping ninety percent.

It was Dilloud watching the tapestry, but I remember something.

"Speaking of which, did Mr. Mizuhiko and Mr. Guardian have been sourcing your clothes and stuff?

"Exactly. Bye. Keep it together."

"I got a lot of clothes for you."

"Cool."

"This is the one I got."

Agney and the others pose for each of them as they brag about the clothes they are wearing.

Dillough looked around at it.

Orchard clothes, nurses, onesies, school swimsuits, flirty princessy clothes.

Everything else looks strangely cute.

Probably because of Agney's cute visual skills, but I can't wipe away the childishness of shagging at a costume party anyway.

"Something, I knew you were that guy's brother. I feel a lot like you."

By the way, it wasn't Mizuhiko who chose the supplies sent to Agney and the others.

I just ordered it properly.

So this is wet clothes, but there is no doubt that it is unscrupulous, so there will be no particular problem.

"What are you talking about?" Go ahead, say it. "

"Oh, thank you very much. I'll sit down. Then sweeten your words."

As prompted, Dillord lowered his hips.

There are no chairs or anything else in the assembly hall, and cushions are arranged on the floor.

The variety is very fragmented, from what appears to be handcrafted plant fibers bound together to ready-made ones.

Perhaps the handcrafted ones were made by Agney and the others.

It seems that the ready-made product was sent to me by Mizuhiko.

Confirming that Dilload sat down, the elder also sat on the cushion.

The usual faces like Mark, Span, and Gin are also getting together at some point.

"Ah. Barrel, let me carry you. Thank you. Thank you."

"What, because that was heavy? Alone."

The barrels packed with dilauds are being transported to the settlement by Agney and the others.

The cute Agney looked goblin-faced and working hard was a light shocking video, but Dilload was barely moving.

There was also prior information, but there would also be the thickness of our liver.

There is no doubt that surprise and pain in the ass.

"I really want to throw it away, but Mr. Tuhiko tells me to collect it. Because it's a waste."

Is it the MOTTAINAI spirit?

That kind of place is probably influenced by the Japanese god, the Red Sheath.

"Ah. I see. That's a good one."

"Cool."

"I could have grabbed a lot of things."

"I was going to be able to get a lot of Ponkte in!

Apparently, the barrel containing the dilaud is well received by Agney and the others.

Basically Agney lacks appetite, but he seems to have an eye for discerning the goodness of things.

Although there seems to be some difficulty in the direction I think is good.

"So, what are you doing here? I don't know about mercenaries."

"Oh. That's where it comes from, isn't it?"

For once, on the road to the assembly hall, I have finished explaining the general point.

Unfortunately, Agney and the others, including the elders, hardly seem to remember the contents.

I guess I enjoyed carrying the barrel and the tension and feelings left me in the sotch.

I get obsessed with having fun.

That's what makes the Agney tribe so special.

Of course, if you feel any danger, you can throw it out and run away.

Dilload scratched his head, roaring.

Agney is basically a race that doesn't like difficult things.

If it is too difficult to explain, you may fall asleep along the way.

In fact, Dillough had already learned about it because some Agney fell asleep on the ground just before he came to the rally hall.

Trying to chew it up and explain it somehow, Dilload opens his mouth troubled.

"Uh. Aren't all Agney's not good at fighting or anything?"

"Hmm. I'm not proud of it, but it's from a straw."

"Nah, I can't even lay it on Shika."

"Cool."

"It's so frightening."

I hunt for sea lions and so on, but I hear the deer are still certified as scary by Agney.

As a matter of fact, among the hunters of Agney, it is assumed that they would be alone if they could hunt deer.

Well, if you're a big deer of your physique, you're scared and you run away.

"So I wish there were mercenaries like you to fight for me instead when something happened. What, Master Red Sheath? But when I think about it, I do."

That's not exactly what the red sheath thought, but that's what I decided because the conversation gets complicated.

It's the red sheath that eventually gave the go sign, so it's not even a big mistake.

Agney and the others open their mouths pompously and nod as impressed.

The entire Agney on the spot, not the individual, looks the same.

Apparently, this is Agney's surprised look.

Beauty tells the elves to take a pull too. Agney and the others are talking pompous. The clumsiness and cuteness live together and look inside.

"That's why they called me the Galtic Mercenary Corps."

"I see. So, you don't want to go too fast, do you?

"Well, it's like that, unintentionally."

Blurry as it was, Dilload gave a half laugh.

The Agney and the others look no less neat and neat, even with such a look.

There is currently only one in the assembly hall with a neat face, but somehow it felt unfortunate where everyone was.

If Eltovael had been here, he would have had his head.

"But I don't know if it's been that long. There's no peace around here, because if anything happens to us, we'll give it away."

The elder put on his arms and said as he twisted his neck.

The other Agnies are snorting.

The Agnies are basically creatures who avoid battle thoroughly.

I'm not close to anything dangerous, and I instinctively escape before I think it's dangerous in the first place.

The reaction was so fast, it was no longer a matter of fighting or fighting, or anything before that.

"It seems so. Well, that's what I'm assuming. Like the recapture of your people."

"Hmm? Are you hungry?

"What the fuck?

"Wouldn't that be cool?"

Probably not anymore.

The word recapture seemed difficult.

Dilload wrinkles between his eyebrows like he is troubled.

"Erm. You want to help Agney get caught?

"Ah! Of that. Ooh!

"That's what you call it!

"Wow!

Apparently, you figured it out.

As relieved, Dillord sighs.

Just now that I know what the words mean, Agney and the others start to roar in arms.

"Oh well. I don't know what they're after."

"I'd love to go, but we're not..."

"Cool."

"I see. Is there such a thing?"

I guess we all have our own thoughts.

On the outside, it only conveys cuteness, but they're all serious faces.

"Sure, if you can do it, you have to do it."

"If you're in a terrible situation, you have to."

"But it's surprisingly fat to say Agney. I'm familiar with the scene."

What I said with a difficult look was the hunter Ginn.

As I agree with that word, the other Agnies nod yeah yeah.

Anyway, the Agney tribe specializes in fleeing, but as Ginn put it, there was definitely a thick part of it.

Even if I get caught, I'm doing pretty happy there.

Surprisingly, there aren't many agneys like that.

The elder nods yeah and looks up as he remembers.

"When I was a kid, I had a friend on a journey. It's been like ten years, but when I went to the city, I just ran into him. Then some nobleman caught me."

"Cool."

"Ooh. So, what happened?

Everyone's attention was drawn to the elders' memorabilia.

Especially with the eyes round, Delaud.

I don't know which country, but it's not uncommon for nobles to gather rare species.

Speaking of Agney tribes, I would say the head of a race that is difficult to obtain.

Not an overly complimented hobby, but for enthusiasts of those things, they should want enough to get their hands out of their throats.

But there's something odd about the elder story.

How could I have met Agney, who had been captured by the nobles?

The elder looks faraway as he nostalgic, and talks on.

"Well, I hear you've gotten along with that nobleman. I just happened to run into him eating sweets in a city stall. So, I had a treat too."

"Wow. Y-nah."

"I haven't had anything sweet lately."

"Cool."

"I see, it's nice to be cool"

Something to envy, something to convince.

Agney and the others reacted separately, but they all look favorable.

But the look on Dilloud's face, who should have heard the same story, was dramatically drawn.

Because I didn't understand the situation.

They're a little out of comprehension.

In the head of such a dilaud, my voice echoes.

The Lord of the Voice is Martina, an artificial spirit embedded in the body of Dilloud.

"Through the Mad Eye Network, I tried searching from the accumulated information of Sathiko"

The voice had been delivered only in Dilloud's head.

They use what's embedded in them to send information directly to their heads.

"Apparently, the story now is true. They say there are actually individuals like that."

"How did you find out about that?

Extremely small groans to such an extent that those around them cannot be heard.

Normally you wouldn't be able to hear it, but Martina is embedded in Dillord's body, so there's nothing particularly wrong with it.

"You have accessed the guild's terminal. The line is ready, through a tunnel pulled up to Einfarble by Sathiko. They're negotiating with the Alliance."

"I'm working fast."

Writing his blurry head, Dillord began to turn his thoughts around.

The Agnies are a special species.

If you stop by the material that you have no choice but to remember beforehand, it is a species that is companion but runs away anyway.

What an odd habit.

If you want to protect your people, you just have to consolidate your defense.

All you have to do is make a strong place to live.

Many animals who are good at running away and hiding and make groups do so.

Animals that run around enough to renounce their nests don't make too many groups in the first place.

Of course it is an example of a wildlife, which would not always apply to a species of organism.

Still, I'm pretty sure Agney is unmatched and unusual in nature.

What can you think of when you match the words of Agney and the others?

"If I ran away, I ran away. So you're going to build a new village or something there? Do you feel more like living on the spot than obsessed with the place? So that's good if your away buddies are happy too. Is that what this is about?

Dilload leaned his neck as he roared as he wrinkled between his eyebrows.

In fact, Agney had that tendency.

Build a village, but don't hesitate to throw it away and run away if you think it's dangerous.

I miss leaving my people, but if you're doing fine, that's good.

Maybe that's the temperament.

Usually a troublesome dilaud thinks about that on purpose because he envisages the future.

Somehow, if it stays this way, Dilloud will be allowed to be a negotiator with Agney and the others.

When that happens, it's hard to work without knowing exactly who they are.

I guess it would be nice to have something like a reference material, but unfortunately Agney is a mysterious species for other species.

There are many things I don't understand, and there is no such thing as a specialized laboratory.

It shouldn't be a mistake to gather some information from now on.

"Well, there are times when you're usually jerking off where you grab it."

"Cool."

"If that's the case, you can tease me there."

"But you could be in terrible shape. Yikes?

"That's where it is."

To the voices Agney and the others were consulting, Dillord raised consciousness from there in his thoughts.

And present an easy solution to their problems.

"Well, let's just go see him and tell him about this place, shall we? If you want to come, I'll follow you. If you want to stay in the place, I'll leave you. What do you think?

"Bye!

"Junction!"

"I don't know what that is!

"Then you did!

Apparently, Agney and the others liked it.

A race called Agney is basically a race that is honest with emotions.

If you don't like being in that place, you'd say you want to come to this settlement.

If you feel comfortable where you are now, you should stay.

So if there seems to be a problem, ask for instructions from Eltovael and Sathiko.

"But oh. We don't have the money to hire mercenaries."

"Ah. I don't know."

"It could be."

"Here, I won't grab it."

"Oh, regarding that, I have a favor to ask you from here"

It was the depressed Agnies, but they leaned their necks strangely at the words of Dillord.

"Please?"

"Cool?"

"Probably not. but."

"Yes, please. It's not money, is it? I wish I could get food for you."

"Tamaki's. There are a lot of them in Ponkte."

That the red sheath is taking care of the land and that the mediator is taking care of the field.

With these two overlaps, Agney and his field were blessed with a tremendous abundance.

That's why I have enough Ponkte to consume in a few years.

I was very grateful for this offer, as I would just let it rot even if I left it like this.

"But oh. I've heard that Poncuté doesn't eat much other than us."

"That's right."

"Cool."

"It's delicious."

In fact, there are not many areas where Poncuté is grown.

If you ask me, it's one of the minor crops.

It's a staple food for us, but it's not eaten much elsewhere.

Agney and the others were well aware of that.

But if you look at the Galtic Mercenary Corps, it can be rewarding enough.

"Hey, that's not true. Looks like mercenaries eat anything. And look, if there's a crop you can get here, there's as many people out there as you want."

Even if we don't eat ourselves, demand will come as much.

Anyway, it's a crop made in the divine domain.

The person you can sell is limited to people who can access confidentiality and protect it in a country that "knows the boundaries of the land reviewed have been broken".

Still, no, that's why you'll have whatever you want.

It is a food made in the divine domain and under the protection of the mediator.

It's not a fuss where it's profitable.

Sometimes food made with the power of the Spirit is on the market.

The touch of purifying oneself and paying for the disease is that, as a matter of fact, the approximate illness or injury will heal.

If it is "only" with the protection of the Spirit, then what happens if it is added that it was "raised in the divine domain"?

It would be easy to imagine.

The look on the faces of Agney and the others shone brightly, knowing it or not.

"If that's okay, I'd love to!

"Wow! Good for you!

"Cool!

"Let's go to the lake and tackle it!

"Hey, hey."

Agney and the others cheered orally and were happy to jump.

Agney also characterizes how exaggerated the reactions are.

In such a way, Dilloud had a half laugh.

"No, uh. I'm not ready yet, am I? We're still talking about this."

"Is that so? But it's the only way."

"Mm-hmm. That's a lot of stuff."

"Is it big enough to make a stiff?

"Maybe that's hard."

"Wow, that's a lot."

Agney and the others nodded with seriousness when the kingdom was sent out to meet.

For Agney and the others, bonding is important.

If it gets as tough as that, it must already be awesome.

It was the Agnies who convinced me, but unfortunately Dillord didn't convey the point.

Because I didn't really know what the juncture meant to Agney.

I just thought about checking later, and Dilloud remembered another job.

"Oh. Right. So, right? This is also a suggestion. Food, isn't it? I want you to trade it for necessities."

"Katsuka Tsukijuhin?

"Is it cool?"

"Might be"

"No, I wonder if it's the juncture. Um, look, clothes, spoons?

To Delaud's words, Agney and the others slapped Pong and his hand.

For once, he knew the term necessities.

"Hitsuji Hina"

"Hitsujidan -"

"Without it, you're in trouble."

"You mean the juncture?

"Probably."

Perhaps for the Agney tribe, the junction is a necessity.

While one person is convinced, Dilloud proceeds with the conversation.

"No, there's a lot going on and there's too much of that stuff, isn't there? I can't believe you'd be happy to trade me for something I can eat."

"If that's the case, we'd appreciate it. There's more than enough Ponkte, but there's still a shortage of clothes and iron."

Though I was delivered for a while, I still didn't want to say enough.

This is not a good time yet, but the reviewed land area will also cool off in the winter.

That would also require warm clothes, blankets, etc.

Anything else Agney and the others can't make by hand, they just have to get it from the outside.

Dilload nods loudly, laughing satisfactorily.

Its eyes are half open looking sleepy, but thanks to its still well-shaped face, its smile becomes a real painting.

"So, is it settled? Well, I need to pack more details. If it's stuffed."

The Agnies are not comfortable with difficult things, so it is unlikely that they will be able to hold detailed meetings.

Normally there would be quite a problem, but this time it is the case.

Honestly, nothing has to be rewarded from the Agneys, and it will be anything.

"Good for you! Now we can do a lot of things!

"Cool!

"I might even get a better home."

"Make furniture too!

Seeing the happy Agnies, Dillord sighed in relief for now.

It's very troublesome, but I don't know what kind of eyes it would fit if I didn't do my job properly.

They don't hesitate to put people in barrels and eject them.

I don't want to work as much as I can, and I want you to sleep and be amazing. Yes.

But it is a lifelike thing.

I can't believe you let Mendokusai do his job.

What terrible people they are.

Dillough was thinking about that.

"Oh, yeah. You, how do you get home?

"Heh? Oh, yeah"

In an elder question, Dillord remembered the key thing.

From here to the underground dock of Tuhiko, there is a considerable distance.

There's a big piece of luggage called a barrel, so you're supposed to have a lot of trouble getting home.

Dilloud, in a small voice, called on Martina.

"You said you had access to the Mad Eye Network, right? Ask Mr. Tuhiko to welcome you."

"If that's the case, I've already been instructed"

"You've been assumed. That's right. It's a one-way ticket. So, what's it about?

"I'll pick you up the next day, so you can stay. and it was."

Dilload frowned all the way between his eyebrows.

It will be easy for you to stay.

But suddenly I push it away and ask you to do that, is there something you can allow me to do?

In some cases, you may end up in a wild place.

In the meantime, I'll just have to ask you not to.

"Um. Elder, I don't have anywhere to stay tonight. I think you'd be happy to lend me a place to sleep."

"Oh, that's a lot. I don't mind."

Contrary to Delaud's expectations, the elders gave me a light OK.

Agney is a vigilant species, but he's very tolerant of those whose danger sensors don't respond.

"Wow! Oh, come on!

"Do the campfire - hey!

"What's wrong?!?

"I don't."

"Oh, my God."

Apparently, it's been a long time since our customers were happy for Agney and the others.

To each one of us, joy is expressed using the whole body.

Some of them looked like they were out there in a hurry.

Mouthfully, he said, "I'm just so grumpy!" or, "I have to do it! From what I'm saying," etc., I can see that they're going to be ready to entertain Dilloud.

"Something. It's an interesting species. Agney."

"Probably going to be a long relationship"

"I'm scared it's going to happen"

In the words of Martina's prophecy, Dilloud had a half-hearted laugh.