"But I had to do it."
There was something like a tremendous giving up on Mr. Courtari's expression.
But I guess I felt terrible because I didn't have a pessimistic appearance. I'm not lost.
"No matter, there was also opposition. I also had an opinion on saving money. But if you ketch the reconstruction here, this town will perish. I just have to get better than before, that's what I came to."
President Kerkel said to add, "Local cities are a time to be lonely even as they are".
"Oh well. Maintaining the status quo ends up declining..."
Is that why you're going higher?
Both Mentomara County and the town of Huss bet on it.
"Going into protection here, it gets more and more recessionary. I was afraid of that, too. Even though, because many people have lost their homes and shops. We decided to cut off the cycle of fewer jobs and more crushing stores."
I thought of something like shock therapy.
Serria had a deep nod, too, so I guess I can feel it sometimes.
"I know it's a lot of hard work, but I'm looking forward to a revival."
The president was also smiling and sending Yale.
"Yes, thank you to all Necro Grant Black Magic!
There must have been several stages of closure before Mr. Courtari could speak in a healthy voice - I felt that. It's not like this guy is bright enough for the weather.
"It's hard to rebuild."
"No, it's true."
Reconstruction is a word that means undoing, but it's not just repairing it. What a pain in the ass the economy is.
- But.
I knew there wasn't a black magic curtain...?
You can't use black magic to build buildings at a very low price.
"Next is a tour of the shelter."
"Yes, please confirm!
In the words of the president and Mr. Courtari, I was to turn my consciousness to the inspection again.
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The shelter was busier than I imagined.
Sometimes children are running around.
Some people were putting tables in the corners and playing chess.
"I don't know if this is the right way to put it, but it's not very dark here either"
I said frank thoughts. I'm not disgusting, so I guess it doesn't mean rude.
"It's been months. Sometimes it means a lot of people have reopened, and Mentomara County is a warm land and has long been said to have many cheerful people. I'm sure there are some parts of you that are conscious not to drag."
Do we have to assume that Mr Courtari's words are correct?
He puts the door of a crushed house in a large space, divides the space and makes it look like home. I guess that's the living space.
There's someone sleeping there, reading a book, spending time thinking about it. It would never be a blessed life, but...
"You don't have much grandeur, do you?"
"Mr. Franz, that's also the tough part about this huss. Without a sense of sadness, it's hard to get news, but even less reports of reconstruction are being reported."
Mr. Courtari is smiling with his head on, but he caught a bit of a snag.
"I think it's my job and my mission to tell the story the way it is."
"I think that's also perceived by those who report. I also guided a number of newspaper people, but I don't see myself as a mean person trying to feed on people's misfortunes. But hey..."
Also, Mr. Courtari laughs bitterly.
"What you choose is free for the press... they pass you when they think you can't use it."
"The newspaper people are also in business. I'm supposed to deliver something sensational. It's boring."
The president was sighing, too.
"This is something you really don't know unless you try it."
Serria also looked impressed.
I think I've learned a lot, apart from whether black magic helps.
- And he said, "Wow, not again!" The voice echoed.
The source appears to be from the office of the public hall, which is a refuge.
I turned to the office to see if there was trouble. [M]
"Is there something wrong?
There were so many huge boxes placed there that they were almost buried.
There are things that seem difficult to sort out, but it doesn't seem like a crisis situation.
The people in the office also saw my reaction and laughed badly and said, "It's okay......"
Mr. Courtari came from behind.
"Oh, here I am again"
"Yes, it is, Mr. Courtari. I'm tired of it. There's a letter in that box."
Mr. Courtari and the people in the office are talking about their luggage.
"Seriously, from good intentions is a bad idea."
"It's true. Also, it only costs to dispose of it. I'm telling you I don't need it, but you can't get it reported..."
It's quicker to look at the box because I don't know what it is. With all due respect, I peered into one of the boxes.
It had tons of clothes in it.
I know it's thick clothes for winter, but overall it's worn out.
"Mr. Courtari, this is old clothes, isn't it...?
"That's right. I can send them with the intention of not beating the winter cold..."
Mr. Courtari sighed like he was tired.
It was an incredible drop in how healthy you were until just now.
"I want you to see and know as much about Huss as possible, and I've guided you because I want to reduce these kinds of mistakes a little bit."
Serria and the president also came into the room.
The president looked at the box and apparently immediately realized it.
"Ma'am, is that a push of goodwill?"
With a deliberate disdainful face, the president said.
It's pretty intense as an expression, too, but no one denied it.
"Um, President, what do you mean?
I still don't know what's going on.
"This is how clothes are delivered to affected areas from all over the country. The majority are worn out old clothes that are almost worthless. That's why I called it a push of goodwill."
"Still, well... as cold as it gets..."
"It's a warm land here, so you don't need these thick winter clothes. You can only use it for rags."