Automatic Doll Automaton

Turning around, Crank drew his dagger and walked away, untangling the rope from the godmother’s hand. Then he pointed to the entrance of the village and said.

“Get out.”

Everyone looked surprised. The refugees who heard Godiv’s interpretation erupted in anger, but Crank ignored them.

“I don’t care about your situation. I just want to test the depth and reality of that resentment. get out i won’t chase Let’s find out which is deeper: the grudge you have and the grudge against you.”

The godmother touched her wrist and sneered, and in an instant turned her aging body around. Then, without a word, he went into the woods outside the village where darkness began to set in.

Among the people watching, one of the dwarves shouted.

“hey! Are you sure you want to let it go?! How cruel we have been!”

Crank turned and looked at them.

“If there is something you want to do, do it yourself. However, monsters are swarming in the nearby forest. I do not recommend going out alone.”

After speaking, Crank glanced at the old man, who was now sitting on the floor watching the slave trader’s godmother walk away, then turned his head away.

I took care of my tired body and tired mind, and the next morning was bright.

Conversations about future plans flowed naturally among the people who were eating by the campfire.

Crank, who had heard the general circumstances the previous evening while taking care of Ariete and the people she brought, said.

“The reality of what had only been rumored has begun to emerge. It would be fun if the plate was raised a little.”

Saying that, Crank glanced at Ariete. She asked, feeling anxious again.

“What else are you thinking?”

“He hasn’t said anything yet.”

Among the people gathered for a meal were newly joined adventurers. Aple, the leader of the party who said he came from the Ark City of Deucalion, opened his mouth.

A man with a beard and a lion’s mane, he was of average height, but his shoulders were as wide as Crank’s.

“I thought it was an idle affair, but things are going strangely.”

“Is it now to fall?”

At Crank’s words, Aple grinned with a challenging gaze.

“No joke, we want to help. hehehe! I want to beat a slave trader.”

The party members sitting together, led by the cheerful leader, are sticking their heads out and smirking.

Vita, who took care of the wounded bodies of people until late in the evening, spoke about what she had been curious about all along.

“By the way. Do dwarves and elves stand still when their own people are treated like this?”

Everyone looked at her as if they had just remembered.

Among the gathered adventurers, Crank, the eldest, opened his mouth.

“I once asked a similar question to a Dwarf I worked with before. He said… … .”

Crank’s story surprised everyone.

“They almost destroyed us?”

“I have heard of that story. They say it happened almost 200 years ago.”

One of the female wizards in the ale party raised her hand and said. Crank nodded.

“They said that the reason why their superiors do not move despite the misfortunes of their own people is because they are concerned that the same thing will happen again if they step forward. It is said that the principle is that the problem is to be solved by the parties themselves. The same goes for elves.”

After speaking, Crank turned his helmet and looked at Venus standing nearby.

“What’s special at night? Have you heard from Carrot?”

“There was nothing special.”

said Boris, who was regurgitating hard bread with water.

“If it were me, I would move.”

“Tell me in detail.”

As Ariete turned her head, Boris, who had emptied the gurgling bowl, said, chewing on dried meat.

“The house next door, where I was running the same business, was robbed and the owner was kidnapped. Quickly clear out the remaining stock, secure some cash, and then keep quiet for a while.”

Vita, who was also eating barley bread rolled in water, said.

“Wow, after all, my believer! See, is it because of me?”

Detective Vita, who had borrowed lots of interesting detective novels instead of temple doctrines or sermons and recommended them to others, spoke triumphantly, and Boris, the first victim, forced a smile and nodded.

“Uh, I’ll admit, it’s a fictional story, but depending on how you take it honestly, I guess even a clumsy story like that is helpful. Well, after all, there are few people. who said Imagination is a weapon?”

“Because what you do is the same anyway, right?”

Kobe helped. Looking at them, Ariete nodded and turned to the closed wooden gate.

“Then what information Carrot will bring?”

“It is definitely likely to move. I need to prepare an interception.”

Ale, who was sitting on the floor with a bowl in her hand, said with a bright smile.

“oh! is it a fight? Can you try beating a slave trader?”

“You really like hitting.”

Aple, who had three times the size of Kobe’s muscles, laughed fiercely.

“What’s wrong with beating the villain?”

“It is sympathetic. Until the call is made, please carry out the surrounding exploration and investigation missions as you did yesterday.”

After eating, Aple and his companions roamed the wide forest to check the slave hunters and search for refugees who had hidden.

Crank, who had gathered people in what had been transformed into a pioneer village, raised his voice a little and said. Godiv stood by to interpret.

“There is something called Pioneer Village in Liznet. It is the role of fighting for survival against vicious monsters and converting the land into usable land.”

After a moment of silence, Crank spoke the words that touched their hearts.

“So there is hope for you too.”

“uuu!”

When Godive finished interpreting, the faces of the people gathered brightened up and started cheering. Crank, who had put down his excited voice in the hope that he could do it, now looked back at the fair-skinned people sitting in Odokani.

“You guys will take us to a reliable city when we withdraw. Those who have families there will be relocated to them, and those who do not will be relocated to suitable villages. Please be patient for the time being.”

People who were kidnapped or sold from all over the world and worried about the uncertain future that unfolded were grateful. There were also a few people who burst into tears.

Crank directed.

“So there is a lot to do. Today, let’s cut trees, make materials, and erect buildings. With more people, securing food is also important.”

At that time, a cypher girl came running with a blue face. Hearing her words, Godive turned his head urgently.

“The dwarves have food… … !”

I hurriedly ran and found that the dwarves had occupied the food warehouse built inside the pioneer village and stole and ate smoked meat and various tree fruits.

“Umm-! it’s good! delicious!”

“How delicious is this! This is fuel! I am eating to live! mmm!”

Chew! Whoops! so-so!

It was like three beasts, so the people in front of the warehouse stared at it devastated, then turned their heads and looked up at the crank.

Krank muttered, his big shoulders drooping.

“Although I’ve heard of the dwarves’ eating habits and tenacity. Seeing it in person is formidable.”

The Dwarves who were on a glutton raised their scary eyes and shouted out loud.

“radish! Guys! What are you looking at!?”

Then a young man cried out. Lately, he was one of the people who started learning Risenet from Godive and Automaton Venus.

“that! we! thing! food! entire! does not exist! no!”

It was a short list of words, but the meaning itself was conveyed. The dwarves who occupied the warehouse grew stronger as they chewed and swallowed more.

one of them laughed and exclaimed. The food they were chewing bounced up and the girls crumpled their arrogance.

“Heh heh heh! Who doesn’t know! I’m borrowing some! Um um um! It’s delicious!”

The young men, who did not know what they were talking about, but realized what they were talking about, became enraged and tried to pull them out, but the crank stopped.

This queer giant, who never took off his helmet no matter what he did, was shaking it.

“It is not recommended to touch a dwarf who is eating. It would be quicker to get food back.”

The young men, who watched with both eyes open as the food warehouses they had stored through hardships withered away, closed their eyes tightly and turned their heads.

“You guys, do some hunting. Catch monsters around you. Godiv, please attach a few people.”

Leading by Venus and Lotte, the bravest young men of the pioneer village came forward. Crank turned his head away from them as they left to hunt, looked at what he was making in the simple raised-roof workshop and adjusted his helmet.

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“I have a lot to do, but I don’t have time.”

“What is that?”

When Ariete, who has been following her all along, asked, Crank answered.

“Here is the quest requested by the maidens. It was a loom that weaved fabrics, but I had never seen it before and had never made one, so I was having a hard time. If it were a dwarf, would you know more about it?”

“Um, so you just left it alone?”

“Yes, dwarves are loyal. That’s done, gather around. let’s plan It is better to have a plan than not to have one.”

In the meantime, the Dwarves, who had emptied the food warehouses, began touring the pioneer villages and stealing few daily necessities.

“Ah! no! no!”

The cypher girl, who had her large pot stolen right in front of her eyes, was crying, but the dwarf ran to the common bathroom without looking back and started pouring the excrement into the pot.

As soon as she saw that, the girl who had been robbed of the pot fainted.

“Um! You guys are thick and beautiful!”

“Kyaaah!”

While sitting in the bathroom, the frightened children screamed and ran out after seeing the dwarves digging up their poop.

The Dwarves who made a mess in the Pioneer Village went into the food warehouse, which had now become a Dwarf Workshop, and locked the door. When the protest did not work, the crank was eventually called back.

After hearing about their atrocities, Crank stood in front of the door and spoke politely.

“What are you doing? Give back what you took. There is a great shortage of supplies here.”

What are you doing inside? A nasty smell stings your nose.

“I’ll write it and return it.”

“Are the elves okay?”

Crank answered the dwarven voices that followed.

“Yes, but the body is not a horse, so the priest is taking care of it.”

The dwarf’s voice, which had been silent for a while, was heard again.

“I heard about you guys. That’s right, I ignored the warnings of the elders and didn’t go outside, but I jumped out in pursuit of my dreams and adventures, so even if I get into an accident, we have to deal with it on our own.”

“Yes! Don’t compare yourself to the clumsy guys. My asshole, I’ll wipe it! If you do not return the insult, I will die with a vase!”

“You goyan bastards! I can never forgive you!”

In response to the dwarf’s furious voice full of resentment, Crank’s voice lowered as he vaguely guessed why he had collected the village’s daily necessities.

“What are you making?”

The laughter of the dwarf, whose eyes are closed with vengeance, flows through the wooden planks.

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” … !”

“Ughhhhh!”

“I will give you a taste. Naughty humans pissed us off. I’ll make sure you don’t have such bad thoughts again.”

Crank took a deep breath.

who are the dwarves They are people born with innate skills. A logical engineer is crazy, but there is nothing more terrifying than a mad engineer. Because it mobilizes all of its own.

Exciting rage and madness met technology.