243 Episode Five: The Missile of Vegetable Sales

It was on the 23rd of the Green Moon that the lad with that odd temperament first visited Missile's shop.

"Um, I'd like you to sell me a chatch with Gigo, would you mind?

He is a younger lad than the grandson of Missile, with yellow skin like the people of the west, but with black hair and eyes like the people of the east.

He has a smile and a loving grin, as if he were a businessman.

but wrapped around its flimsy body was a woodland outfit with a whirlpool pattern, and behind the lad even one man and one woman of the woodland people refrained from doing so.

After checking those facial rashes, Michelle tries to flatter her face.

"Do you think I look like I'm arranging vegetables with Dada or insanity?

"Huh? What is that?"

"This is how they line up their vegetables in the outdoor territory of the Inn Town. That guy is set in line to sell, right? If that's what you want, send out the copper coins. There's no need for extra greetings."

Missil hated the people by the woods.

These people are heretics who threaten the peace of the town.

So Michelle returned those words with the intention of driving those people back, but the brunette kid just laughed like trouble.

"Then I will send out the copper coins, so please sell them. Um, I'll just ask for a piece of Gigo for a red copper coin."

"Uh, we'll have two pieces of Guigo in red and three pieces of Chatch in red!

A small woodland folk with a refrained back comes in loud.

This one had a younger face than the brunette's, but he lowered his knife and his crotch on his hips, wrapping around a hunter's coat made of Gibba's fur.

Missil sighed and then broke the gigo, longer than his height, in half with a vegetable cutting knife.

Let me give that to the brunette first.

"Well, that's all there is for a red coin."

"Thank you"

Then Missil put another new gigo on the cloth and split six chatches beside it.

"This is what you are. Pay the copper."

"Uh, just six for three red copper coins, huh? If you were Poitan, you could buy twice that, right?

The lad with the yellow hair says dissatisfied, so Michelle thought I'd yell at him.

but the slightly colorful woodland daughter who was next to her comes to her mouth with a sleepy voice.

"That's right, chatching is expensive...... sorry, but can we have Gigo for one red and the other one for chatching too...?

Michelle silently attracted the gigo she had just cut, and let Chatch try adding two.

"Oh well. Chatch is expensive! I didn't know because I didn't care about the price of vegetables until now."

Not a bad breeze, but the kid has offered me more copper coins.

They also bought vegetables in another store, and I'm going to pack a little eight chutches in that bag.

From the side of it, the dark-haired lad came up again.

"Um, there's one thing I'd like to do, but how many days is this gigo supposed to be preserved?

"... he put a knife in it, so in a couple of days, it'll start hurting from there. If he hasn't cut it, he won't rot on the 10th or there, and if he buries it in the dirt, he'll have a month."

"Oh, can you also bury it in the soil and preserve it?... you're with Gobo the way you look"

"Except there's some sort of forest settlement. Then, wherever you bury it, Gibba and Geez will screw you. If you want to make Giva fat, you can bury her as much as you like."

"Really? Thank you for your kindness."

The sarcasm didn't seem to make any sense, and the brunette laughed.

"One more thing, is it possible to have about one to five of the ghigos set aside a day, etc.?

"Five ghigos? What are you going to use so many guillos for?

"Of course they use it in cooking. Gigo can be cooked very deliciously when mixed with Poitan."

That's the people by the woods who mix the guillotine with the poiton because of it.

Missil feels sorry that she will be eaten in such a miserable way of making ghigos out of her soul.

"So, one bottle at a time every two days is enough for the first time, but I might need about five right away.... what do you think?

"Well, if it's ordered by the day before. Oh, I can install five or ten. Five guineas is ten red copper coins. Is that all the copper money you can pay for?

"Yes, I can promise you that I will buy one every two days."

"Heh. You're gonna use so many geegos in the street commerce?

And, called upon by the yellow-haired lad, the dark-haired lad nods, "Yeah."

"At first, I'm going to sell you 10 servings of food in a day, and you're going to need just about enough to cut this gigo in half. So if we can finally sell 50 servings of food, we're gonna need two and a half gigo a day."

"I'm gonna have to calculate that... that sounds kind of hard..."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Don't worry, I'll take care of the calculations."

That's how I say it, and then I turn back to Missile.

"What do you say? I bought a few extra bottles at first, and I'm going to order the quantity I need each time."

"... whatever you want to order by the day before. If you need so many geegos, why don't you buy them at a bigger store?

"No, but if it was Gigo, I'd heard that the stuff in this store was fat, sweet and of good quality..."

"Who said such an extra thing?

"I'm Dora's father, who owns a shop up north."

"... Dora's kid. Damn, I'm gonna slap an extra mouth."

"Dad, are you a kid," the brunette laughs with pleasure.

Try turning it into a 70 year old Missile, and most humans are lads.

In the meantime, that day these troublesome people also went back to the woodland settlement with it.

But it was only the beginning of a long and troublesome fringe with the forest people.

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"Um, I'm so sorry."

Apparently the brunette lad with the name Asta from Fa's house mentioned it that way after only six days had passed from the day we met.

"Tomorrow, is it possible to have six gigo ready for you?

"Six? You said you needed as many as five a day, right?

"Yes, I was going to, but since the food has sold more than I expected, that's all I need from tomorrow,"

This Asta kid started selling Gibba's dishes and so on in the Inn Town.

Two days ago, on the 27th of the Green Moon, business began, and as many as four ghigos have already been bought at Missile's store.

So, even though I'm still trying to buy three gigos, I need as many as six more gigos tomorrow, etc. - I don't know what the hell that means.

"Actually, I've left half of what I bought by yesterday and ran out of it, so I plan to combine what I buy today and not tomorrow. So, starting the day after tomorrow, I thought I'd prepare six pieces of Guigo..."

"Wait a minute. I thought you said you only used half of your gigo in a ten-minute dish. So you're going to prepare 70 meals tomorrow and 120 the day after tomorrow?

"Yep. It depends on tomorrow's sale, but I thought I'd increase the number of stalls to two the day after tomorrow to prepare dishes of sixty meals each"

Not at all, it's a frightening story.

In this inn town stall, you can only sell about fifty servings of food at most. The number of people going on the road is high, but there are probably enough people in the stalls and canteens.

Even so, it was hard to believe that we were going to sell 60 meals of different Giva dishes.

"If I had the prospect of selling that, then I would need six gigos each day...... would that be just harsh?

The look on that anxious lad's face made me nervous.

"I told you I'd try as many as I wanted if I had an order. Don't underestimate this Missile store."

"Shh, excuse me"

"But you were stuffed by the guards earlier, weren't you? How can you keep doing business like that?

"Yes. That wasn't enough food to make a scene among the guests of the people of the south and east. That's why we have to prepare enough food."

And - a kid named Asta showed a tough eye for the lid.

Full of merchants' eyes.

Michelle let him snort "Hum".

"All I have to do is prepare the vegetables I ordered. However, if you break your business promise, you won't sell one chat after that."

"Okay. Thank you."

Laughing makes me look young again.

As for the missile, it is only irritating.

And the next day, it was even more frustrating.

The brunette, Asta of the house of Fa, came to visit the store with regret.

"Um... I'm really sorry, could you let me buy seven and a half gigo today instead of six?

Apparently, 120 meals of food wasn't enough.

"If you want a gigo, give us a copper coin, not an extra word!

Whispering, Missil took up a vegetable cutting knife to cut the gigo.

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"Yeah? Starting tomorrow, you're bringing eight ghigos out to Inn Town?

When I got back home, my son was going to freak me out.

With his tedious hips slapped, Michelle makes you look up to her.

"It's seven and a half, not eight.... Besides, it's not the only kid around the woods who buys a gigo. You'll need five or six extras, so I'll let you take all 14 of them."

"Until now, those five or six bottles have been enough...... hey mother, a lot of people in my gigo will leave you in Castle Town. If you had brought 14 bottles out to Inn Town a day, you might be running out of numbers when you need them, so why don't you hold off a little?

"Whether it's a lodging town or a castle town, it doesn't change the sales value."

"No, but Castle Town can get you started, and if it works, you might be able to buy up a whole lot of what you grew up with? Then your mother won't have to bother going to Inn Town."

"You want to take your job away from this old man?"

His son shrugged his neck unreliably as Michelle scowled at him.

"I'm worried about my mother's body. It's not a man's job to pull a luggage every day without using tototos."

"This is how I do my job every day, so I've lived well to this year. If you don't have any more business with this old man, do as you please."

"Damn, that's bigotry..."

Blurring, my son pulled into the house.

Missil snorts and then clears the empty luggage into the barn.

Missil was a man born into a house that was also left to manage a large field there in this daleim.

Wake up with the sunrise, dig out ghigos, chatches, eneons, etc. and sell. I've been in this kind of life ever since I got my mind on it.

My sons and grandchildren grow up well and join forces to encourage me to work.

Michelle also continues to work until she stops standing on her ankles, and when she exhausts her strength, she is summoned to her soul. That's all we're talking about. Michelle's companion was to be summoned to Selva about ten years ago.

(I've been able to live so long. I don't regret anything)

But - at the end of its long raw life, what Selva is it that has made the connection with the people of the woods and so on?

Missil hates the people by the woods.

That's incompatible with the people in town.

Eighty years ago the lord of Genos should not have heeded the wishes of such men, and should have driven them back to Jagal.

Some say that if there had not been a people by the woods, the fields of Dalaim would not have been vandalized by Gibba, nor would they have gained so much richness, etc.

But whether it's heavenly fate or not, Missil thinks it is.

It is heavenly destiny to starve to death, or to be poked and killed by Gibba.

I don't feel comfortable exposing my heavenly destiny to the people by the woods from the side.

If the people by the woods had lived in the woods alone, Missil would not have been dissatisfied either. I'm talking about how people by the woods weren't just hunters, but a clan that put itself in such a wild life, so it shouldn't have been any trouble if it hadn't even come out in public.

But the people by the woods are forbidden to harvest the grace of the woods, and for that reason, they are selling Gibba's fangs, furs, etc. for food.

I wonder what that raw thing is.

I think both the lord of Genos, who gave such raw, and the people by the woods, who accepted such raw, are stupid.

If you're not dissatisfied with such raw, then there's nothing to complain about, even with Missil.

But the people by the woods have repeatedly imitated viciousness.

A long time ago, he vandalized fields, attacked travellers, and retraced young women.

These days, it seems to be enough to make a little noise in the boarding town, but I guess it extends to such imitation because I was not convinced by the raw given to the lord of Genos just now.

The people of the woods hate the people of the town.

The people of the town also hate the people by the woods.

Genos should not have embraced the people of the woods.

Whether the people of the woodland starve or are killed by Gibba in the place of the Missiles, trying to hit the people of the town with that resentment, or taking it, the people of the town resent the people of the woodland - everything, I didn't care.

(Even that kid's gonna have to look me in the eye someday for pain)

So I think it would be nice if I just got stuck in a settlement by the woods, such as a shop in Inn Town.

For Missil, that was the only path that seemed right.

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"Hi Grandma Missil!

Tara came to the store a few days later.

Tara is the daughter of Dora, a vegetable seller, who is coming out of Dalaim just like Missil.

He's just a little kid who's not even ten years old, and he looks adorable like his father.

"Oh," he nodded back, noting that Tara even had something odd in her hand.

It is a plate of wood for meals.

On the plate were snacks and dishes from two broken stalls.

"What is it? If you take the dishes out of the store, they'll piss you off."

"Yeah, I borrowed this from an inn I know. I was hoping to feed Grandma Missil some of your food, too, Asta!

It was a meat and vegetables dish with white dough like fuwano.

The meat is all over Tarapa's red juice, and from its side a thinly carved Tino shows his face.

I guess it's for adults. It's much bigger than a Kimmus meat bun, and that's broken in half.

"Asta means that dark-haired woodland kid, right? I'm not kidding about cooking with Giva meat."

"Why? Asta, your food is so good, isn't it?

"How delicious, I'm sorry for Gibba's meat"

"It's okay. Because horns don't grow and colors don't go black!

I don't believe in such ridiculous superstitions.

But sometimes with Missil, I see as much gibberish as I see trapped.

Gibba was a monstrous beast.

It has vicious fangs and horns and rings with a thunderous voice. Some of them are as huge as Karon, and if they starve to the extreme, they eat even humans - I hear.

If you're a people in the south or east, you wouldn't even hate such a giva.

But Michelle is a people of the west.

Born and raised, he is a man of this Genos, of Dareim territory.

I didn't think of it as something decent human eating, such as Gibba.

"But, Asta, you're using Grandma Missil's gigo in this dish, aren't you? My father said he was so happy to have such a delicious dish cooked in his own Tarapa or Tino, right?

"Hmm. Dora, who was so afraid of the forest people and Gibba, changed her mind a lot."

"Yeah! My dad said I guess the people in the west should get along better with the people by the woods!

I can't believe we're close.

The people of Genos and the people of the woods hate each other.

No matter how desperately that kid named Asta breaks his heart, all of a sudden there will be an irrevocable tragedy.

"Doesn't Grandma Missil care what kind of dish her vegetables are used for?

Tara is leaning her neck strangely.

"My father said that if you were a person as proud of your work as Grandma Missil, you couldn't care less..."

What a petty thing to say Dora.

Missil often glimpsed the dish on the plate, and then grabbed it by the way.

It's still warm. The heat of meat and tarapa juice is transmitted to the white dough basket.

While Tara stared at him, Micil freshened her teeth on the fabric.

Tong - the rich flavor of tarapa spreads in my mouth.

What a sweet tarapa.

No, this sweetness must be Aria's sweetness.

The tarapas sold in the lodging town are so sour that they probably mix small chopped arias together.

And it is meat.

Gibba's meat, which was said to be stinky and hard, conveyed a tremendous flavor and softness to Missil's mouth.

It has an unbeatable taste and softness in the flesh of Caron's torso, which I have eaten only a few times before.

No, softness and the like have gone far beyond the caron.

As much as I wondered if this was really meat, Gibba's meat went loose in her mouth with a loose end.

And with it the hot gravy and fat fills my mouth.

It was wonderful and delicious meat.

Tarapa tasted great too.

Their strong flavors are neutralized by fuwano-like fabrics and finely chopped tinos.

Gigo is mixed with Poitan, that lad named Asta said.

That means I guess this fluffy fabric is Poitan and Guigo.

Poitan, who only speaks about the forest people, travellers, or soldiers on the battlefield, has turned into a fuwano-like fabric.

What the hell is this dish? - And Michelle often lost her word.

"Delicious, isn't it? It's called" Bubba "! Tara likes this gibbon the most."

When I realized, Tara was cheeky about the dish, too.

Around my mouth, it turns bright red with Tarapa.

Missil stared back at that loving smile and then let him take out one piece of copper coin.

"How much did you pay for this dish?

"Huh? Two red copper coins, though?

"Then weigh half of it, and one red copper coin will do."

"Yes!? I don't need any copper coins! Tara's stomach hurts when she eats them all because they're huge."

"'Cause that doesn't make me a reason to just glance at you. You bought this guy for the price of helping his father with his job, didn't you?

"I don't want it. I don't want it! Tara's gonna get mad at your father!

Seeing Tara lag behind, Missil pulled in the copper coin.

"Then instead, let me ask you to take the chatch. Have your mother simmer it at dinner."

"Uh, but hey..."

"If you don't even accept this, I'll have to return the dishes in my stomach."

"Wow, okay. Grandma Missill is stubborn."

I don't want you to tell me.

Missil pushes the two chatches against Tara.

Tara stood up with a troubled face for a while, but eventually said, "Thanks!," he said, disappearing across the crowd.

Around that age, you wouldn't even know the horrors of the forest people and Gibba.

Gibba is a symbol of calamity, and the people of the woods are a clan that has gained so much human power and viciousness by eating it.

Missil knows the horror, not the hearsay.

It was Gibba who came down to Dareim hungry to kill Missil's father, and the horrors of the people by the woods, only once, I saw them clearly with these eyes.

But - I couldn't have done such a missile and not admit this dish as delicious.

(Damn, what an abominable lad)

The abominable lad came to Missile's store, then a few minutes later.

"Excuse me, once the stall contract ends on the 6th of the Blue Moon, we're only going to have one day off the next day"

"Well, then you didn't even need Gigo that day."

"Yes.... but before and after the holidays I feel more customers will arrive now, so I think I'll prepare dishes for 170 servings the day before the holidays and 200 after the holidays..."

Michelle swallowed a sigh and said, "You can do whatever you want! ♪ And I did it all the time ♪

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Even then, Asta decided to continue buying Gigo at Michelle's.

Not to mention I even started working selling food to the inn and I also started wanting as many as 30 chatches a day to put away.

In the meantime, it wasn't like there was any noise.

A great sinner fleeing a forest settlement attacked a group of merchants headed to Sim and Asta, who worked in a boarding town, and was to be brought to justice.

Still, Asta didn't want to stop doing business.

The people in the Inn Town also felt more comfortable looking at the people by the woods than ever before.

Until now, a forest sinner who had been missed for any crime was to be correctly tried by the castle of Genos.

He also hears that one of the sinners was judged by the hands of the people of the woods themselves.

Apparently the only person in town who was evil was a forest chieftaincy muscle person.

It seems that many of the people by the woods did not even know that the chieftaincy muscle people were repeating such imitations.

And it seems that all of those people were judged for this commotion, and another family member was ordained a chieftaincy muscle.

Such a story came to pass.

In addition, he told stories among the young people about how the people by the woods lived a poor raw life - some of them even starved to death, and not many were shocked.

What are you talking about now, Missil thinks?

Giva fangs and furs can't be sold at such a high price. At the time when the people of the woodland had migrated, they seemed very rare, but now a tremendous number of Gibbas are hunted every day.

Fangs and horns can only be ingredients for ornaments, and fur rugs and the like will not be appreciated if they are not taken to colder lands. At best, there are two white copper coins, which is the only price you get from one Giva.

Of course, earning two white copper coins is not a half-baked story.

If you say it in Missil's store, that was the price you finally get by selling ten guillos every day.

But with the job of selling or raising ghigos, you don't lose your life.

The people of the woods spend their lives hunting for a few vicious gibbers, and that's all they can get for it.

It was forbidden to harvest Morga's grace or to plow the fields, even hunting only Gibba - in such a life, there could not have been more abundance than the crowd, etc.

It seemed like those facts finally got me thinking about how the people in the Inn Town should treat the people by the woods once again.

But...

The noise didn't stay just that.

If this were to remain the case, the boy named Asta would have become known to someone at the arrow tip, who thought that his relationship with the people of the woods would also settle into a more peaceful form than before.

Rumor has it that a man of aristocratic stature is the culprit.

So the lodging town was to be filled with a tremendous commotion.

Until recently, the noise was uncomparable.

The day after Asta was taken, dozens of forestside people had come down to the boarding town, making a noise that seemed to exchange swords with the guards.

"So we can make such an agreement that we can safely rescue our countrymen with only the hands of the guards!?

The big man named the new chief by the woods was barking that way.

That was the big man who looked horrible like a beast in the field.

The folks by the woods seem to suspect that the nobility of Genos took Asta.

Apparently, the owner of Count Turan's house was in the middle of trouble with the people by the woods.

Fear of the people by the woods and anger at the stupid aristocracy led the Inn Town to be surrounded by signs of disturbance for some time from that day on.

(I thought this would happen one day...)

Still, Missil thought so while opening a vegetable store in Inn Town unchanged.

(The people by the woods and the people of the town are incompatible. That's why I'm making such a fuss because I'm forced to live in the same land)

That was when Missill was still young - when the story of her dowry finally broke into her oldest son, one incident struck the boarding town.

The unreliable men flowing from the land of the other side gave a little to the people of the woods.

They tried to do something wrong to the woodland women who were down to the lodging town. An elderly woman by the woods who tried to stop it was beaten down and suffered a terrible hand injury, he said.

The unreliable men were captured by the guards on the spot and, after interrogation, the sinners' tattoos were untied and Genos was to be expelled.

It is a heavy punishment, not to be allowed to step into Genos again.

But the people by the woods could not lay down their anger.

The head of that wounded woman's house went down to town alone, killing all the unreliable men who were about to leave Genos.

"The forest chief was told not to obey the laws of Genos! But I couldn't put down the anger that insulted and hurt my mother! If I'm guilty, judge me by the laws of Genos as much as you like!

Barking that way, the man slammed a sword wet in blood to the ground.

That is how Missile was to be seen up close as the guards captured him and took him to the castle.

The man was to be convicted of death.

Nor did the chiefs of Moribe complain about their judgment for breaking the Moribe code.

But - ever since then, the people by the woods have become so visible in the eyes of fear that they have been missed even in making noise in the town.

(That was truly, a beastly man... everyone was to believe that the forest folk eating Gibba was letting the vicious power of Gibba dwell within him)

And only one hunter took down the guards that were with him, and slaughtered and laid down five wicked men after another.

After decades, I can't forget, it was a terrific sight.

(But after all, the nobles trapped in the stone walls don't know the true horrors of the people by the woods. So this time, it must have been such a mess)

The people of the woods will not forgive the nobility of Genos.

And if they harm the same nobility, none of the nobles will forgive the people by the woods.

Now it might be that Genos and the people by the woods would be unsaved and divided.

(If the people by the woods disappear, half of our fields will become Guiba's feeding grounds, I guess)

Maybe the sons and grandchildren are going to walk raw harder than they are.

Though Heavenly Fate, that was the only thoughtlessness.

Even after Jomtien, the Inn Town is still bothering.

The people of the woods are leaving the guards and running around the town somehow.

I guess they're looking for Asta and the bad guys who took it.

That is how the people of the woods, who cannot set foot in the castle towns, can only rush around the lodging towns.

I'm not even going to be in business anymore today.

Leaving on the load the gigo he was preparing for Asta, Missil decided to start the return journey.

It was the moment when I tried to pull that luggage car that I was called from behind.

"Um, wait. Are you done with your business today?

Looking back, two young women from the woods were about to rush over here.

She is a beautiful daughter with black hair tied in two and a strong desire to tie red hair in one.

You both look familiar.

These are the daughters by the woods who were helping Asta to do business with the stalls.

I'd rather have that dark hair, I've been calling on Missile in a lot of a hurry.

"Then sell us the gigo and the chatch that you promised Asta to sell"

"... are you willing to continue your business in this situation?

My dark-haired daughter nodded loudly, "Yes."

"Asta will definitely be back. Until then, we are going to continue our business in Accommodation Town on Asta's behalf."

"Hmm... it wouldn't even be business with all this noise"

"No. The people of the east and south are visiting the store unchanged. When I saw what it looked like, the people of the west approximated, but they began to show their faces. … We can't just cut off Asta's connection to Genos."

Even though he still looked like a child, there was a very strong light in his eyes.

It doesn't make any difference whether they're women or young, that they're people by the woods.

Michelle let him stick his hand away from the handle of the luggage and stick it out to his daughter.

"Half a gigo for seven, 30 chatches, just 30 red copper coins for your price."

"Yes, thank you.... I'm thinking of reducing the number of dishes a little from tomorrow, so Guigo would like you to make it five a day, okay?

"Oh," Missil received three white copper coins, responding with less words.

This much vegetables are bought up every day in the Inn Town, which is about as good as the Inn that is making it easy for me.

I guess that kid named Asta was able to make plenty of copper coins out of this gigo, chutch and giva meat.

To bring more abundance to the woodland settlements of the poor.

"Well, thank you for starting tomorrow.... Lara, let's go back to the stall and leave this package behind."

"Yeah, you are."

My daughters, they leave at a foot speed.

I'm sure he was on his way to the inn. That Asta used to walk past Missile's every day at this hour and head out to the inn.

(... I wonder if it's someone else's place for such a dumb kid)

Missil grabbed the handle once again and decided to pull the luggage toward Dalaim.

That's how I went home and my son looked blue and waited for Missil.

"Mother, you're finally back! If it's going to be any later, I was just about to pick someone up!

"What, you're swallowing up at this hour? What happened to the field?

"The fields are left to everyone. I was worried about the lodging town, so I was listening all over the place."

Apparently the noise from this morning has already passed to Dareim.

And whether the patrol soldiers had come around, or the merchants of the castle towns, his son seemed to have more difficult circumstances than Missil.

"It seems that the people by the woods are going to Turan as well as to the boarding town in search of their fellow citizens who have been exposed and their culprits. If the killer is a nobleman, it would be useless to say where he searched for it... ahhh, I wonder what will happen to Genos in the future"

"There's nothing you can do about the noise. At best, make sure you set a trap for Gibba."

"But I wonder if the people by the woods will leave Genos after all? If we do, our lives will be ruthless!

Perhaps when the people by the woods are gone, the men of Dalaim will be made to do the hunter's imitation. Or maybe even the walls will fall like Turan.

Whatever it is, I couldn't possibly go on with my life as before.

"Damn it, why are we looking at this... I wonder if the killer is the one in charge of Turan after all? They're protected by sturdy fences, so I was wondering what the people by the woods thought they'd do.

"I wonder if a wooden fence can prevent Gibba completely. The only people who are really safe are the ones in the stone walls."

"Even those guys are supposed to be filling their bellies with vegetables we made! It's only made of Turan, Fuwano and Mammalia. Then you can't live!?

Everyone knows that.

What you don't understand is the people in Castle Town.

Those people probably think they can grow as much from the ground as they want, whether they leave it alone or vegetables.

"Fine, don't make a fuss. We've been making noise since before anything happened. Doesn't change fate, does it? We just have to shut up and do our job."

"Duh, where are you going, Mother?

"It's up to the field, isn't it? It wasn't going to be a business in Inn Town, so I cut it up early. We have to dig Gigo for tomorrow."

"No way, you're not going to the boarding town tomorrow, are you?

Michelle will tease his completely disturbed son's face from the bottom.

"Even in all this noise, Gigo and Chatch could sell a lot. I don't know what's going to happen next, so I'm going to sell it while I can."

"Yes, but..."

"You're a man with no guts. Even Moribe's daughter has more nerve than you."

Leaving his blue-faced son on the spot, Missil headed to the field of Guigo.

Even the people of the woods have not given up their business.

We couldn't have made ourselves sound like this in a place that hasn't been damaged in any way yet.

(We just do our job)

I didn't think even the human portion - and so on - could no longer fulfill that.

Where and what is that dark-haired kid laughing with his pungent face doing these days?

Missil continued walking alone on the dry dirt ground, slapping her aching back.

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As such, four days passed.

Meanwhile, the daughters by the woods visited Missile's store every day.

Other forestside people were running around throughout Genos in the same way.

In the meantime, on the fourth day, it finally became clear who the killer was.

Apparently the daughter was the killer, not Count Turan.

For some reason, rumors spread quickly that the second son of Count Dalaim's family was going to help the people by the woods and rescue them.

(You're an idiot. Turan and Dareim. Then you're different.)

The lord of Dareim is the lord of Turan.

It seems that it is all up to the lord of Turan to decide how to sell vegetables made in Dalaim.

In addition, because the Lord of Turan forbade it, we cannot build a fence to protect the fields of Dareim, and so on.

I had no idea how I could do such Count Turan's sins to Dalaim's second son or anything else.

Now I guess the relationship between the forest people and the nobility of Genos will decisively collapse.

Still, it doesn't make a difference what Missil does.

After a disturbingly shuddering lodging town, he snores at field work until dark, eats and sleeps with his family.

The next morning, after the dawn, I worked in the field for a few moments, loaded my car with all the vegetables I needed, went to the dormitory town, delivered the vegetables I ordered to a familiar inn, and then opened the shop.

Leather roofs were erected on thin wooden columns, and some specimen vegetables were arranged one by one on a cloth laid on the ground - that's how they turned up when they dealt with several sets of guests.

"Hi, I'm out of time. I'm sorry you disappeared all of a sudden."

With black hair, black eyes, yellow skin and a blushing smile, an exotic woodland people - Asta of the house of Fa and all six woodland hunters.

Asta, after all, was laughing with a pungent face.

The flesh on his cheeks seemed to have thinned a lot, but his black eyes had the same brightness.

After losing his word for a while, Michelle makes him snort "Hum" in advance.

"I didn't expect you to worship that face again. You're a very unlucky lad."

"Yes, thanks to the efforts of my fellow Moribe brethren and everyone in the Inn Town, I was able to return safely"

Missill hasn't done anything.

It's just that we've been doing business the way we used to.

"While I was gone, I heard that the women of the Luu family by the woods were buying me that bunch of gigos and chatches.... Um, if we get this together well, maybe I can get the business back on tomorrow, too, so can you sell me a gigo for that?

"Am I right? If it was Guigo for tomorrow, his daughters would have bought it on the way to the stall."

"No. Because the Lew family was able to start their own stall business, I'm thinking about opening a store apart from that.... then you'll need five at the Lew's, five at me, and ten gigos a day in total..."

He seemed sorry, worried, and that look was the same.

So Michelle decided to give him back the way he had always done.

"How many times are you going to make me say the same thing about not underestimating Missile's shop, you are! If you can even prepare copper coins, let's prepare ten or twenty!

"Thank you," Asta at Fa's house smiled happily.

Time, on the tenth day of the White Moon - more than a month and a half had already passed since I met this bizarre windy lad.

Which is quicker to run out, your heavenly destiny or the bad luck of this lad?

Thinking about such a thing but without, Michelle decided to pull a splendid gigo out of the luggage car behind her, among other things.