The God has moved to another world.

Negotiations with Skeisler, Houlika and the Alliance, inviting them to the land under review, and the imprinting of conditions, were going well.

Normally, belly searches and leg pulls would be carried out on each other, making navigation difficult normal.

That didn't happen, and all three forces are working together.

This situation, which can also be described as an anomaly, was largely due to the presence of Eltovael.

We will work together so that we can benefit ourselves as much as we normally do.

But there was no such thing as this one.

On the contrary, we are even trying to align ourselves with others, even at the expense of our own interests.

I guess no force wants to undermine the mood of a "sin revealing angel”.

This place needs to be discreet enough to fear that every hand it stretches will take its neck, even in the profits it might take if it reaches out.

All the forces seem to think so.

In fact, that wouldn't be the wrong decision.

Anyway, they're angels.

It is also Eltovael, who has examined and convicted the evil deeds of many nations.

If you can't keep your eyes open, you have to stop losing some money.

Instead, if that's all it takes, you should think it's cheap.

If we are going to say it at last, it is also significant to say that the "interests" that the three organizations desire are not overlapping.

Skeisler's right to pass over reviewed land.

If more is possible, secure the harbor.

Houlika is an exoneration from the war about a hundred years ago.

It was Stenglaire's old system that directly used mass destruction magic, but it is significant that it could not be stopped from using it.

And barely, even if I don't call it reviewed land, securing land near it.

The Alliance shall obtain permission to enter the surrounding area.

If you can do more, set up a branch.

Brilliantly, all organizations are able to share profits.

Then it would be better if we didn't compete and coordinated with each other.

That is how all forces judged.

But.

There was something about it that seemed unhappy with me.

Whoever it is, it is Eltovael.

"When I say creatures, I move to choose what is in my interest at all. A little more than the others, even one. The destination of these actions is what we call evolution."

"Huh. Is it evolution"

Eltovael shrugs as he glances over the paperwork with a disgruntled face.

It was Kazuhiko who hammered him.

They are now in the middle of a reviewed land.

It's where the three companies in the red sheath are.

Nearby, the red sheath rolled to the ground, causing his face to plunge into the ground to adjust the flow of force.

The spirits of the trees fly around as they please.

Occasionally some spirits follow Eltovael and Funghiko to visit, but they perceive the atmosphere in which they work and go away.

Fenghiko could have stuck with me all the time, but my job is to work.

I'm not even going to be playing because Eltovael will convict me if I don't take it seriously.

But despite all the seriousness with which he works, Eltovael looks grumpy.

He frowned between his eyebrows and kept calling it a bump.

"When I say human, I mean a creature with the power of thought. Survive others, denigrate them, and only themselves. They are often considered bad, but can you just say yes? Are you not the only one who manages to be a creature so that only his descendants can live on slightly advantageous terms?"

"No, uh. I was born a few months ago, so that's kind of a difficult thing..."

In fact, I am packed with knowledge by Eltovael and the tree spirits, so I also have some idea of what's going on around there.

I know, but Fenghiko decided that commenting on this hand was going to be very painful.

I try to escape somehow, but the "angel who reveals his sins” will not forgive me that way.

"Dastardly, vile, pitiful cunning, evil depth. Isn't such a thing a testament to the fact that man is a creature and has survived the competition for survival so far? I think it's the kind of thing that honors me."

In a serious way everywhere, Eltovael says at last.

An angel called Eltovael is an angel who likes to gather horn information on a raven.

Gathering information for something, not saying.

In other words, we gather information in order to gather it.

She is like that, but there was another thing I liked.

It is a human observation.

Ertovael, an angel, observes humans.

Speaking of which, it seems that people are observing good deeds and good deeds.

but.

Reality was rather the opposite of it.

Eltovael is a human, biological scratch.

I was inclined to prefer something like living dirt.

Pull your feet together or fit into a trap.

When he sees such things, Eltovael feels there the mystery of life and the ingenuity to live.

Something may seem like a very refracted hobby, but Eltovael was a very angelic angel.

The feeling is different from that of a human.

For her, human filth.

In other words, seeing the ingenuity of living is close to seeing that of an animal.

You think spiders will yarn and nest?

You think bats use ultrasound to explore and fly around the dark?

You think Agcocco is a vibration-sensitive couch that finds blemishes and worms in the ground?

The eyes of Ertvael, who sees some sort of human ugliness, were exactly like observing those things.

And whenever one comes across such an occasion, Eltovael is happy to record it.

Eltovael was originally good at gathering information and observing what he likes.

If I made it an observation, I would have just said "sinful angel”.

With a difficult face, Eltovael keeps roaring.

I haven't stopped working, but the wind in front of me was bad for my mental health.

Trying to manage to distract me, I turn to follow with a pulled smile.

"Well, well. This is why it's happening. It's not like that for us either. Besides, Master Eltovael made the nomination, didn't he? That was the right thing to do - so"

"You're right. What the hell. Do you think it won't fall to your heart? Are you sure you haven't done anything? That raises the question. No, I'm not suspicious of the information Fenghiko or his fellow angels gave me."

Until now, Eltovael had jumped around to people if he wanted information and looked it up with his own hands.

However, it is no longer possible because it is now necessary to stay on the reviewed land.

Because I have a job that says, "Take care of the red sheath so it doesn't screw up," which is more important than gathering information.

The difficulty of this job was unusually high, and it was only about Eltovael who was able to do it properly at present.

Because we know that, Eltovael also stands still on the land under review, patiently gathering information, which is a job and a hobby.

Ask Funghiko to collect the necessary information.

I have been accommodated by my fellow Eltovael angels.

They are all fairly precise, reliable information, but they are not entirely convinced by Ertvael, who calls it addiction to gathering information at any rate.

I'm pretty sure it's enough to do my job.

At last, to Ertvael, whose expression was getting harsher, Fenghiko managed to distract herself, opening her mouth to shake another topic.

But the voices that fly from side to side change their role.

"Um, Mr. Eltovael. How many customers did you see this time?

The Lord of the Voice was the Red Sheath.

He raises his face, which he was causing to plunge into the ground, and turns toward Ertovael and Fenghiko.

Customers refer to three groups, including Skysler.

How many people stay for how many days and do what?

Such details have just been decided the other day.

The red sheath had already been notified, and the contents had been communicated.

of, but a red sheath with bad memory can't remember that at once.

This question can be the third only today.

"Twenty each. Sixty people in total."

"Ah. That's an amazing number of people. No, but you're all the Eli way -. That's about normal, isn't it? Thinking about it, is it rather less?

"Does the number of people traveling depend on the circumstances, etc.? For example, if the road is a danger zone, you will need an army. Conversely, if you are safe on the road and your safety in the other country is guaranteed militarily and politically, there may be fewer."

To Eltovael's explanation, the red sheath nods in an impressive way.

This exchange is also still the third time, but there is no particular change in the sensitivity of the red sheath.

If you repeat this exchange six more times, you will also remember the boulder red sheath.

"Did the accommodation go better?

"Yes, I'm almost done installing aisles, rooms, etc, so all I have to do is add carpets, bedding, etc."

"Hey. It's fast. Speaking of which, the spirits of the lake helped, didn't they?

Ertvael nodded loudly at the red sheath slapping his hand as I recall.

Place the paperwork in your hand on your knees and gaze up to explore your memory.

Kazuhiko, who watched how it was, turned his eyes round as he was impressed.

Soon, there is no longer any danger from the look on Eltovael's face.

To answer the red sheath question, your consciousness must have turned to you.

Nothing, the red sheath didn't do it intentionally.

It's simply a matter of timing.

But strangely, the right person, is what is in the world.

Maybe Red Sheath and Eltovael are in that relationship, Fenghiko thought.

"Yes. To one hassle of building a floating island in the lake, though. Thanks to working with the Independent Mad Eye Network, which maintains the dungeon, the work seems to have progressed quite efficiently"

"Did you build a floating island and wake up to architecture?"

That sounds like a joke. And the red sheath laughs haha.

Eltovael also laughs bitterly at things like that, no way.

But that prediction of the red sheath was actually a hit.

Some of the spirits in the lake who heard they were building accommodation came up with the name, "Let us help ourselves."

It was Kazuhiko who bridged such spirits with Sathiko, the site director.

Accommodation created by the Guardian and the Superior Spirit, in cooperation.

While I think it's one of the most restless accommodations for humans, Fenghiko explains the situation to Tuhiko.

We worked on it so that we could work with each other happily.

Reminds me of that time, the talk of the Red Sheath and Eltovael continues, approaching the wind hiko who will be a distant eye.

"How do you arrange carpets and bedding?

"Mizuhiko has used the funds collected and purchased them through the owner of the Wood Leak Nippon Pavilion. I don't feel uncomfortable if the innkeeper buys something like that."

"I see. Then I'll dazzle Stenglaire's covert eyes to a certain extent."

"It's about resting, though. In time, we'll have to figure out a way to keep Stenglair away from Einfarble. Let us also borrow the wisdom of Mr. Tuhiko, Mr. Fenghiko and Mr. Enchanted Dragon."

Fenghiko freaks his body out at his name, which suddenly came out.

Because I thought I was going to be given another troublesome job.

There are only Mizuhiko and Kazuhiko, and Kazuhiko is the only one who can do detailed work.

As a matter of fact, it will be attacked by the wind.

The red sheath continues the conversation with a slight face on his butt, where Fenghiko is thinking about it.

"That sounds kind of hard. I bought it, so you already bought something to put inside the accommodation?

"Yes, all you have to do is carry it in"

"It's early - When are you planning on doing this? That."

"Yeah, well, tomorrow."

To Eltovael's words, the red sheath froze.

I get a surprise look, like the first time I've heard it.

I had already been informed about this for days, but there was no sign that the red sheath was not very concerned.

The priority of the memory of the red sheath is first and foremost the land.

Then came the inhabitants, with other gods.

The end sums it up, otherwise it is.

Apparently, the story of loading luggage in the red sheath is classified as "otherwise".

But apparently, this time, he remembered what he was saying from a separate memory.

"Ah! Speaking of which, you said you'd deliver new clothes and supplies to Mr. Agney and the others! Oh, shit, you're coming then!

"That's right. Along with that, Mr. Carin, Mr. Mentou and Mr. Anis will be at Mr. Tuhiko's underground facility."

To Eltovael's words, the red sheath solidified with a bewildered look.

But I guess I could remember right this time.

I don't know how to say "I want to remember!" With such expressions, I struck both hands.

"Yes, I did. I did! It was tomorrow to have the flavor of Ponkte confirmed!!

At the request of the Red Sheath, Ponkte was chosen by the Ten Pillars of the Supreme God of various worlds, including the Unbalance.

He said the selection was difficult to navigate and eventually developed into a beating, but one brand has been selected safely.

I also wonder if it would be uninterrupted to say that the supreme gods beat each other up.

The red sheath had dared to decide to go through.

"Yes. To prepare for that, I plan to ask Funghiko to go to Agney and his villages later on. Sometimes you have to clean up everything else."

"Really? - Fenghiko, I know it's a lot of trouble, but thank you."

Suddenly called his name, Fenghiko jumped up his body.

Going to Agney's village is a pleasure for Fenghiko.

We have already met face-to-face and have been favourably accepted by Agney and the others.

Why did you let me do it, or bring the cheeks?

Just remembering, I'm about to loosen my cheeks.

Fenghiko nodded loudly as he managed to make his expression hold up.

"Yes! As best I can, I will try!

Did the red sheath satisfy the reply, sneering.

And then he stuck his face in the ground again.

It's all inside when it just looks like it, but this was what it looked like when I was working on the red sheath these days.

When he sees the red sheath back at work, Eltovael also lifts the paperwork he was putting on his lap.

"This one too, let's get it over with quickly. After that, please go to Mr. Agney's village."

"I understand. As soon as it's over, I'll be there."

When he nodded at Fenghiko's words, Ertvael turned his attention to the paperwork.

The look returns to the same seriousness as usual.

When Fenghiko stroked his chest down, he himself focused on the bundle of documents in his hand.

Span cleverly descends the ladder as she bears a Zuta bag filled with Ponkte on her shoulder.

It became Agney-specific high-floor architecture, and it became a food warehouse.

Besides the span, several Agnies were busy carrying food out of the warehouse.

They're all for Annis to taste tomorrow.

When he puts the Ponkte he was in charge on the carrier, Span exhales satisfactorily and wipes the sweat off his forehead.

The span is here today, in a t-shirt with a character pattern, in a mini skirt.

This is Span's favorite outfit, which is easy to move and also depicts a deformed cool rabbit wrapped around a life jacket.

By the way, the fact that they are so-called "for girls" is that Span doesn't seem to know the whole Agney tribe.

Essentially, the Agney's clothing choice criterion is to say whether it's easy to work and whether it suits your personal taste.

In that sense, Span really liked skirts.

By the time of confirmation, Span is a fine adult male.

He is a married man, old enough to be a middle-aged man, but he has a younger beautiful and famous wife.

but just in terms of her current appearance, she can only look like a boyish, cute, yancha girl.

I am the daughter of a popular man in part, but should I say?

It seems that there are strict rules for calling it that, though I would be scolded by such hobbyists if I treated it unexpectedly.

Well, let's just set it aside now.

"Phew! Um, a bag of Ponkte. Eating hapa and vegetables eating catfish. I put a lot of it down."

Near the span confirming what we put on the carrier, other Agnies who were working on it also gathered.

None of Agney's clothes and genders match at all.

We are completely unconscious and remove all gender.

I know it's hard to do that inside, but it's the amazing thing about Agney that she does that lightly.

"The cook used it when he came to Sohiko."

"Oh. I hope you say it's delicious."

"Cool."

"Speaking of which, how many more should I put down?

To the words of one Agney, the other Agneys roared in arms.

I have also received a detailed designation from Tuhiko to say how many.

But unfortunately, Agney and the others were basically bad at counting things.

Still, it's not like you can't count the numbers.

Numbers also exist in Agney's unique culture of letters, called Agney letters.

The problem is that I get tired of myself on the way to counting.

When I count, I get a little confused, and eventually I get pompous.

Agney is basically a race that likes to work, but somehow that kind of place was falling out of the way.

It's the habit of raising a voice of doubt as to what the hell it means, but it also fits where many experts can say "well, it's Agney".

"Because this is the last time. You can take it to the square later."

Speaking to the Agnies, who were twisting their necks in line, was a young man who also stood alive with the look of Mendokusai.

It's Dillord Dunfreur.

A horn with black wings on its back and black screws on its head as well.

Bright white silky hair, brown skin.

The face was unusually neat, the dura of the eye was black, and the eyes were red.

Visually, it looks like this demon king.

But the fruit was a man of no danger at all.

That harmless addition and subtraction is a level that Agney is not alert to at all.

Hearing Dilloud's words, Agney and the others raised their voice of admiration.

"Ooh! Really?

"Then you can carry it out already!

"Hey, Mr. Dillough will be here."

The Agneys break up with each other's work as they say that in their mouths.

Delaud sighed deeply as she dropped him off.

Binder in hand, check sheet sandwiched there, mark.

What Deload is doing now is checking the number of pieces of luggage, shipped from Agney Village for visitors.

Dilloud had made it clear that he was originally a tough guy and wouldn't do a good job if he didn't.

But Agney and the others are very, very bad at this type of work.

Only Dilloud can do it in Agney Village right now.

"Huh. What am I like?"

Blurring so with a sincerely unpleasant face, Dilloud begins his journey to his next destination.

When it comes to moving, it moves very slowly.

The move is about the same as a land turtle when you're taking a relaxing walk.

"Working is a good thing. I'd prefer to be more diligent."

Voices echo from Dilloud's body, then light particles leak out.

Quickly gathered in the shape of a person, it turns into a woman dressed like a trouser suit.

It's an artificially made spirit, it's a martina.

Her body, the Demon Stone, is embedded in Dillord's body.

It's like having a computer embedded in your body, should I say?

Dilloud, who glimpsed Martina, looked blatantly disgusted.

"I am, aren't I? Very, very rare in my life, isn't it? I'm supposed to be the liaison. This is how we do another job."

Indeed, Dilloud is sent as a liaison between the Agneys and the Galtic Mercenaries.

The original job is like asking Agney and the others to do something like this, so to speak.

Nevertheless, Agney is a creature with a unique ecology.

This common sense often doesn't work, and we need to be actively involved in order to understand their unique behavior.

So, while Dillough's still out there, he's helping the Agnies do their job.

"When it comes to work, isn't it to the extent that you're taking records? Record the amount of harvest or record the consumption"

"That's a fine job, isn't it? Count and record."

"I'm the one doing it, counting and recording."

Dillough avoided the gaze of the staring Martina.

When I say artificial spirits, I specialize in recording, calculating, etc.

The kind of work that Delaud claims to be doing was actually all done by Martina.

"Look. Don't you have a body in me? Then that's it. I mean, all in one place. One thing I did for a living."

It was a deraud trying to deceive me with a loving laugh, but Martina's cold gaze never weakened.

When Dilloud was wondering what was going on, etc., he heard something loud.

If you look up, there's a wind hiccup flying through the air.

"Ah, Mr. Dillough! That was just great!

Fenghiko, who was just looking over the ground, finds Dilloud and waves.

Apparently, he was looking for him.

Fenghiko lands quietly in front of Dilload as he moves down the air.

A wind hiko created using Eltovael's knowledge and wind, but apparently the landing betta place didn't resemble it.

"Uh, hello"

"Yes hello! And Mr. Martina!

"Kon, Hachi"

Fenghiko greets Dilloud, who greets him in a yummy way, with a smile.

Martina, voiced together, looks nervous about the bees.

He is a fairly small civic Kazuhiko, but a clean Guardian.

It's a respected and respected position.

It is inherently disrespectful to deal with it in an attitude like Delaud's.

of, but Fenghiko didn't seem to care at all.

In the first place, I said, "Don't be too sure," because it's more about Funghiko.

At work, there are many opportunities to interact with Delaud, because I think it is difficult to do it even if it is taken too seriously.

The other opponents will also have horns and "Galtic Mercenary Corps", a group that is supposed to have bases on the reviewed land, the purpose of which is to be the power of the residents.

In a way, it's like being inside.

At least not in the sense of Kazuhiko.

"Loading up your stuff, looks like you're done. Have you got the numbers?

"We've got it all. It's tomorrow when the cook comes, isn't it?"

"That's right. You are supposed to check ingredients, tools, and locations. We're not going to let you cook in a bump shop."

Both Delaud and Fenghiko are amateurs when it comes to cooking, but I can somehow imagine that preparation and tools are key.

What you need and what you don't want.

Is the current equipment sufficient or insufficient?

I need you to confirm that, including around there.

"Customers" to entertain are a little further away, but they will never be ready early.

"I'm also making a kitchen, Tuhiko. What is it? It's kind of weird this way. They're making special tools and stuff. Of course, with a magically embedded guy."

"Uh, he does seem cohesive," he said.

Seeing Kazuhiko with a bitter laugh, Dilloud nods as he was convinced.

For Dilloud, Tuhiko is Teng himself who struck out the barrel he was in with a device that he wasn't sure what kind of barrel he was in.

We've been together a long time, so I know the approximate personality.

"That's right. I don't think anything should be complicated...... Oh, that's a raven and a horn. I'm talking about tomorrow."

Seeing Kazuhiko change his expression, Dilloud also stretches his spine slightly.

Though it is really slight and thoughtfully cat-backed for the purpose it sees.

"If there seems to be time, Mr. Carin and Mr. Gantu may be here. I was hoping you could stay with Mr. Dillough."

"Huh. I get it. If I may. But I'm basically useless, right?

Fenghiko snorted at the words of Dilloud, but succeeded in stopping it at your place.

It was such a natural way of putting it that they almost caught me.

Sure, it sounds like a fact, but as a kind of guardian who cares, it's a part of Funghiko who can't snort.

"That's not true! And, see. I don't know. In case they ask you to explain something, right? I don't know if I can explain it well."

Dilloud, who heard it, nodded as he was convinced.

To say Agney is basically a filling creature.

Much of the action is "somewhat" and "more or less".

Even when you make something, you say "somewhat like this" or "more or less like this"?

It acts with almost that kind of ambiguous perception.

I am surprised that what we complete can be no different in size from the sample.

I have no idea what other common species are, but let Agney and the others say, "If you do it with a more or less general feeling, you can handle it".

I guess I can't complain about other races because I actually "manage" with that.

But when you tell something to another race, it gets in the way.

All the explanations are "gym! Because it becomes" kanji kanji "or" kanji kanji kanji kanji kanji ".

Translating them so that whoever hears them will need to be translated by someone else.

"So you're staying here at the corner, and I think Mr. Dillough is the most appropriate one, don't you? I'm familiar with it because I monitor the village on the Mad Eye Network, but I'll even go into the extra commentary."

That, too, was well understood by Delaud.

Tuhiko would derail from talking about "I would modify it this way" or something like that.

When it comes to that hand, Tuhiko won't stop talking.

Of course there will be occasions when that is necessary, but it will not look too familiar to the slow life Agneys villages.

"Okay. I mean, I think Martina will explain."

Martina jumps up her body frightened, resentful and stares at Delaud.

The reason why I don't speak of blame is because of the presence of Fenghiko.

You know that, Dilloud was consciously trying not to look more at Martina.

Fenghiko sees it and laughs funny.

Because both Dilloud and Martina seemed strangely breathtaking.

"Then I'm going to see the elders. I have to tell you a few things about what I just said. You'll have to ask the village's name too!

"The name of the village?

"Yes! We were talking about setting the name of the village down."

To date, the village of Agney and the others has not received a name.

It has always been tentatively called "Agney Village," etc., but then it's like "Garlic Village" or "Sufu Village," somewhat tasteless.

Guests are coming, so let's take this opportunity.

That's how Eltovael asked Agney and the others to decide on the name of the village.

Speaking of Agney and the others at the time of your request.

"Speaking of which, I didn't decide on a name."

"Cool."

"This was Mooten."

"What are you talking about?

"I don't know. Is it a potato?

and so on.

In short, I wasn't thinking about anything.

This opportunity, in a way, can be described as just a good starting point.

"If it's true, I wish Mr. Kougak had been named when he was here. He was my first customer."

If you let Deload in, this is the third set of visitors.

What's the matter with you that you're going to say you're going to decide on a name for the first time there?

Speaking of Agney, maybe so.

Dilloud heard it and opened his mouth with an indescribable look.

"We haven't decided yet, have we?

"Huh? Really?

It's been a long time since I asked you to decide on a name.

Fenghiko was very surprised just thinking it would be time to decide already.

"It seems like I'm trying to decide something. Looks like it's gonna end badly."

One of the characteristics of Agney is that she falls asleep discussing difficult things.

Others said that when they argued about something, they freaked out about each other and ran away.

It is easy to imagine that it would not be easy to decide if they had such a case of "determining the name of the village".

When Fenghiko held his head often, he sighed as if he had given up.

"Already, let me be present and have my name decided. With me, Mr. Martina, and Mr. Dillough present, it might come together well."

The point would be to say "maybe" to come together.

Agney's ecology is still riddled with mystery.

There are only a few things you can be sure of.

"Uh. Okay. So, you just have to be there for that, right? When are you gonna do this?

"It's dinner time for all of you to get together, so let's have a meeting afterwards"

It's just past lunch, so you'll have no problem talking to the elders now.

Fenghiko finished making plans with this and in his head, and nodded one big time.

"Well, now I am! Keep up the good work!

"Yes, sir. annoying."

Waving vigorously, Fenghiko floated inside.

Dilload waves flirtatiously with a blurred, usual look.

At this time, Fenghiko was strangely smiling.

Having a meeting held and being present at it will mean that you need to be in the village of Agney and the others during that time.

That means you have plenty of time to make contact with the Agnies.

Why should I?

Awkward, I might be able to make you goo.

As a lover of cute things, there's no choice but to make a face that doesn't matter.

I hope you had a little fun at work.

'Cause I usually work with monsters I don't know how to handle.

I was in the mood for Kazuhiko to jump through the air to skip.