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Five days later.

When I went to the field on the 81st basement floor, it was sprouting.

"Ah, my lord"

"No, that's fine."

Control Sylvia, who was checking on the crop, was about to rush over.

Better not move around too much because you have vegetables planted at your feet.

It should be hard because I have to give in and do the work, but Sylvia seemed to really enjoy taking care of it. Again, I guess I'm glad you used to do similar work.

If you hadn't been involved in any trouble with me or Wang Du as it is, you'd most likely have helped me work on the farm.

"How's it going?

"You don't know that in a few days."

Still, there was nothing. The wilderness became green.

"Come on, come on!

Ira's voice comes from the building behind the field.

The building was a stables, an establishment for raising livestock.

"No more! I wasn't just trying to get some eggs!

Ira comes out of the stables.

There are chickens on the other side of her.

"How's the egg?

Don!

The chicken returns to the stables when he threatens by beating the wind created by magic onto the ground in the front of the chicken.

She gave birth to me.

"Right!

Chicken brought to the labyrinth with Ira's thoughts.

There are five roosters and 25 hens.

The first few days were hard for me to lay eggs on, but today they finally lay eggs on me.

"This is going to enrich your diet."

With more families, the cost of food became an oppression of life.

Of course, it's a trivial thing when you think about total assets, but I'm pretty sure you should be able to afford it in the future.

At first it was suggested that livestock be grown, but when large animals, like cattle and pigs, are opponents, it takes a lot of work. I couldn't take the trouble to get there.

"It was painful to have a stables."

"Ugh..."

Ira, the originator, felt responsible.

Behind the field a splendid stables were built, but we just couldn't make them ourselves because we didn't have the skill to build stables or anything.

So, [Labyrinth Operation: Architecture (Build)].

I imagined a ranch stables near Alistair in my brain and let them prepare just like that.

It hasn't taken much effort, but it's consuming the magic of the labyrinth.

Chickens are kept inside the stables.

If you're a chicken, just let them be free not to stress as long as you feed them. They lay eggs.

There is also a lot of grass in the meadow field about the bait, so the dried ears are stored and fed.

"It really helped. Now you can try different things."

He always wanted to try different recipes with eggs.

But eggs are expensive, so there was no reason to waste them.

Now we have a small amount of eggs that we can produce, but if we can produce them a little more steadily, we should be able to enjoy a variety of dishes.

"Oh, wait here!

One chicken escapes the stables and enters the field.

Ira is desperately chasing him, but sometimes on a field where the crop is buried, he can't chase him as he thinks.

In contrast, the chickens run around without worrying about the fields. Well, if it's about the size of a chicken, it won't affect the crop as well.

"Ko......?

The chicken stops as she tilts her neck and stares at the buds that are out of the ground.

Stop right there.

Ira slowly approaching from behind to try to catch him.

- Paku!

But I eat my buds without worrying about Ira.

"Ah......!

It's like, "What is it!" But the chicken looks like Ira.

I understand that Ira is also provoked by chickens.

"It's a carrot that we make with care!

Apparently, the chicken liked the carrot sprouts and also ate the sprouts that were next door.

He smiles satisfied and tries to travel further to the carrot next door.

but...

"Where are you going?

I had my head grabbed by Sylvia in a gutter.

A bird sensitive to the signs, but no creation for Sylvia, such as a bird sneaking behind her back without even being noticed by her opponent.

"Bad kids need to be punished"

"Coke!"

Running away from Sylvia's hand, he runs off toward the stables like a razor.

After all, I can be most relieved beside my people.

"What should we really do?

There's only one today, so there's a chance I'm taking a bunch of good ones tomorrow to re-challenge.

I may have forgotten tomorrow because I often say bird head.

We need to get a fence.

In his first plans, he was a field that would never be attacked by an external enemy he had built in the labyrinth.

We need a fence to protect ourselves, more than just the appearance of an external enemy.

"First, stab this guy and go"

Remove the wooden pile from the toolbox and give it to Sylvia and the others.

I cover it with wooden plates where I buried it at 1-meter intervals.

If it was as tall as a meter, it would be enough to prevent chickens from entering.

"Eggs, we can collect them."

Noel with an egg comes out of the stables.

Nor does he look like he was attacked by a chicken like Ira.

"Uh... maybe, but he misses me because I'm a beast and the chickens have learned to be close to me."

You like foxes and chickens?

It's subtle.

"I'd like to get along, too."

"Ko!!

A chicken that was nearby made a scene as Ira tried to touch the egg.

Seems pretty hated.

"Ugh, I'm the originator..."

"Fair enough, calm down. Because of this, let's try it."

Sylvia already has a frying pan.

Melissa is standing by, ready to fire at any time with magic.

"Here you go, eyeball grill."

An eyeball grill that simply baked eggs as something to eat on the spot.

The eyeball grill that the six of us ate together was other delicious in our thoughts.