VRMMO no Shien Shokunin ～Top Player no Shikakenin～

"O goddess of abundance, give me strength! The earth of grace is here and now!... Earthshotto!

Mr. Pastral sprinkles the dirt magic 'Ground Shot' in excellent condition.

I saw that. Tobi moves to my side softly.

"Lord Hynd, is that natural?

"Natural"

"Not role-play or something?

"Not role-play or anything"

At the end of my gaze in response to Tobi, Yumil is using a demonic scroll (scroll) against Mr. Pastral, screaming something like a spell.

I don't care. "Jump out! Uh, dirt! Don't you... pick a few more words.

You don't have to imitate Liquorice, either, that's...

"Are you serious... natural..."

"Seriously. Besides, that doesn't make him realize he screamed a creative spell, does it?

"Seriously!?

When Liz told Mr. Pastral, who was getting high on the evidence somewhat, he blushed and shrunk.

By the way, I hear she's the same grade as Liz, the age below one of us.

Mr. Bauer Ernte's old couple are trying so hard to cultivate the soil their grandchildren put out.

Since you can produce dirt and water in front of you, you can get water (Aqua) and earth-shaped (Earth-type) wizards if you want to produce.

But I thought it was good for people, but I didn't expect things to be so smooth.

"Somehow all three of them were uncompressed, and I was immediately spoken to by myself."

"Oh, Lord Serene."

"Oh, Mr. Serene. Speaking of which, yesterday, you were talking to the three of us about something, right?

"Pastral and I are like right now...... cheer up about spells like games and cartoons. It's amazing, her. I memorize the spells of all kinds of pieces, and I can say them slurredly."

"What else... and what is the husband and wife?

"I was told a story about a real weapon that I saw in a museum abroad. It was helpful and I enjoyed it......"

Even the familiar Mr. Serene is like this.

So we have a fever to stick around and help...

Even though today is still the day after that discussion, the farmland is already taking shape quite a bit.

Right now, this painting we're working on separates us.

Eventually the agricultural land, which was white with sand, was completely covered with black soil.

"Good luck, you three"

"Ah, good job!

"If you get this far, you can start production activities normally later."

That concludes the most cumbersome initial phase.

After that, if we do work like the rest of the region - except for the extremely cold Federation of Beli - we'll be fine.

Some are not fruitful until they get heat resistance, but that's a chase.

When the work is finished, each member gathers together with the scroll (Kuwa) in his hand.

"Thank you for your help, gentlemen"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! You don't have to do that!

"No, no, it's really good to meet you guys. And then I'll take care of you in the future."

"Oh, well -"

Mr. Bauer closes one eye with a smile to my words.

Apparently they're going to use this land like this to start producing it.

"Actually, you've already started recruiting guild members. Hey, Pastral."

"That's right. Oh, because I'm sure of the eyes that look at my grandparents' people! I choose the subscribers properly, and I won't bother you all!

"So what, if you guys don't mind, an inter-guild partnership? Would you tie that together and do it? This kid wants to build a production guild that you all have before someone gets ahead of you."

"Oh, Grandma!

Oh, that's why you said you wanted to get ready fast.

Mr. Pastral seems oddly to be a fan of the Bird Alliance where all of us... are on the bulletin board.

Being a Yumil fan has never been uncommon to see, but I was surprised when I heard that yesterday.

What a thankful story.

When we all agreed to the partnership, the three returned a laugh with a handshake.

Then step forward like Mr. Pastral said something.

"You know what? I know it's thick, but I need another favor."

"What?

"I want you all to name the guild we're going to make"

Shortly after hearing the word, Yumil raises her hand in a hustle and bustle.

I have a bad feeling...

"Go ahead, Yumil. Just say it."

"Bird's Eh - Bird's Rice Squad!

"... what about that heart?

"Whatever it is, it's because the Pasties make us what we eat! Thank you."

"What if I just didn't say enough bird food? But it's not just the ingredients that produce it, is it?

When I spoke to the three of them, I waved to the side, laughing bitterly at Yumil's sense of naming.

They're right about making food the main thing, but they also make medicinal herbs and such, so is this slightly inappropriate?

However, I feel like a bird-related name like right now would be a good idea if we were to assume partnership.

When I showed the direction, Mr. Pastral snorted at me.

That's all I've talked about, Yumil raises her hand again.

"So what if you're a bird breeder!?

"I don't know what it is."

"Huh, don't complain all the time and you come up with a plan too! Liz!"

"Right......"

That's how we came up with all kinds of ideas...

"Isn't Senior Hynd's proposal the prettiest?

"Right. I also agree with Mr. Hynd's proposal."

"I also vote for seniors' names"

One vote after another on the proposal I spoke of.

I think there have been other good proposals, but no one seems to disagree in particular.

"Uh, no, really? That means I'm the named parent... it's a little hard to light up."

"Hmm. If it lights up, it's mine -"

"" "That's a little" "

"Don't you have to be so vocal and deny it!?

For that reason, Mr. Pastral's guild name is "Stop Tree".

The three of them - especially Mr. Pastral - seemed very happy that he liked the name.

At that time, a system message requesting permission to enter the farmland appears in the sight of me and Yumil.

He was someone I knew, so when I exchanged my gaze with Yumil and gave him permission...

"Hey, bird alliance. Something about people who want to join a production guild, they're consolidating themselves at the entrance to the agricultural district."

"Oh, this is this. Isn't this the immortal Lord Spina?"

"Oh, Immortal Speena! Long time no see!

"Hello, Mr. Immortal Speena"

"Hey, stop calling me that!? I'm embarrassed, why are you penetrating so quickly?!?

If this is the case, Mr. Speena, Gilmouth of Cactacare, etc., is foolish that he wasn't so sticky in guild warfare.

And when Mr. Pastral heard the name "immortal," he was turning his back and shaking a pull to contain something.