Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Boy makes, he's a weird kid"

The merchant, who had accumulated his mustache, sighed uncertainly as to whether he was frightened or surprised.

"Around the border, kids everywhere are hooked on toys."

He also carries wooden dolls and solo music beside selling convenient household goods and medicines to the region in urban areas. It's so light that if you sell it, you'll make a lot of money. It's not easy to sell in poor villages, but there are about one or two houses with small gold everywhere.

A boy who doesn't even look to toys in front of him is one of those little rich houses, maybe five or six years old. With the adorable face of brunette blue eyes, little beautiful clothes are not the village's own product. Sa 'Alan. He is the son of the village chief here.

The name of this village, which looks heavenly mountains to the north, is Kiko Village.

It is a village on the northeastern border of the Kingdom of Asuria, which dominates the eastern part of the continent. The number of units is about 70. As an enclosure, it would mean the end of Count Hellevy's territory. Mekong wheat and Sierra wheat...... The point of producing so-called fields of precious wheat and miscellaneous wheat is common, but pedestrians are hitting on whether it is the small scale while running the ranch in addition to livestock on fallow land. Horses in this region are in high demand as military horses.

"Yes, what a popular product this is. See, when combined, three horses line up..."

The explanation I tried to go on disappeared by being heard a small sigh. Because the feeling of being polished by customer service made the boy aware of boredom and fright. Both are congratular to commerce.

"Well... there's something about you."

I took a roll of parchment out of my luggage, bewildered that I was so different on my own. The scissor-colored barrel is tied with red string and secured. It's a newspaper published in Wang Du. It is a "local" product that covers major recent events and is a tough product for pedestrians to make a profit simply by transporting it to regular customers.

"I know I can't buy it. If you'll let me read it on this occasion, that's fine."

"No, look, it's sealed, right? This is a unique tie from the issuer…"

Huh, a boy grinning sharply with his nose. It was a shock, too. The pedestrian saw no more than a sarcastic grin on an angelic face.

"It's not my first time using it... and it's as good as re-tying it, is it?

I took the parchment without waiting for a reply and untied it with a familiar hand. You wondered about the direction of the sun. Travel alongside the pedestrians, sit back, frown root and start reading the newspaper. I can't carry on two sentences because that was too much wind into the hall.

"Oh well, what is princess fertility?" "Are you born to a bishop in that obese body? Bishop's clothes are also specially ordered," and so on, whining about bumps and something and perusing it reminds me of the men who wind up pipes somewhere in a city liquor store. It is also very uncomfortable because there are children still ahead of us who change their voice about it.

"Thank you very much. Thanks again"

The finished boy bows well behaved and leaves with Stasta. In the end, the pedestrian dropped it off without saying a word. Passed away on departure are parchment and strings, and a single piece of white copper coin. It was fair as a reading price for newspapers in the province, and the fact that they paid for it without telling was chasing pedestrians.

After wanting to return to reality, he rushed after the boy. I didn't have any hunches. It's not unusual either. Of course, I didn't find a business opportunity. But I was attracted.

The boy stood out from his surroundings in many ways.

He walks as the children of the village flock to him, but only one of the docile and clumsy groups drifts away, cleverly avoiding the muggings of the detailed path. Surrounded by rough clothing and barefoot made by each house, he is the only one with city tailored clothing and leather shoes. Dusty bossy hair on her ass and dark hair cut off with her shoulder mouth is shaking sarcastically.

Wye and the lively crowd arrived under the great Nan. Spring sunshine, which gets warmer every day, also shakes around it as a fine shade of branched leaves. One row waxed together at the root of the great tree, and began to divide and distribute the luggage that had been accumulated. Wooden small chairs, black painted wooden planks, white ink, chopped.

"Yes, then I would like to start…"

The wooden plate standing on the trunk of the Nan is also painted completely black, with dirt that seems to be cloudy all over the place. The purpose is obvious. This is a classroom. Some kind of education is about to take place.

I know that, but I don't know. I think the pedestrians. The smell of war has also diminished in today's world, but if the thieves leave, the refugees flow, and many are still drawn to daily life. Even the King's capital does not see education for the needy.

"You have some extra visitors."

Even so, here... is there an education going on in a place like this that can be called de countryside? Moreover, it is the boy nearest to the youngest who stands on the teaching side. Each of the teachings is a small body that cannot be seen without devising and positioning to avoid overlapping forward and backward.

"Mm... somehow there's some discomfort there"

Or maybe this is the fairy world as it is in picture stories. I have read such a book in a bookseller, although the value is too high to treat it as a product. Although he is now a bearded trader who knows both the sour and the sweet, he had a childhood to dream of. From that point of view......

"The time you can learn is precious. Those who disturb us shall have their reward."

Sora...... the fairies peek this way and it's time to come closer. The pedestrian smiled and let him try to spread both his hands. I had a warm feeling that I had been exposed to intelligent winds.

It was a misunderstanding.

Surrounded by the little ghosts, the pedestrians, who had their mustaches or mustaches cut out by evil, combined with flat apologies and paying the tour fee. The price was one white copper coin.

It's cheap. The businessman became convinced as he listened to the class. Cheap. The kids probably take it for free, but even where they decided to pay for white copper coins every time, it was a class content that would thrive in the city. Reading and writing calculations are the content of this, but the examples and problems presented are really harsh and unusual.

For example, about reading and writing. The general educational establishments are strongly influenced by the Church, and it is exclusively that the wording to be practiced repeatedly is a plain breakdown of the contents of the scriptures. of mythology and discourse. But not here.

"Keep reading. 'If you do it, you can. I can't do it without doing it. Anyway.'"

"" If you do it, you can. I can't do it without doing it. Anyway. ""

"'When you can't, do it again tomorrow'"

"" When you can't, do it again tomorrow ""

It's a shameful thing. I know, and he's a pedestrian who knocks on his knees.

"Let's do the writing." Sleep fast if you want your brothers ""

"Doctor - why should I go to bed early?

"Because it's also convenient for parents. The magic of a child is a secret romance."

He is a boy who teaches outrageous things with a refreshing smile. If you hear a scream or a roar like you've never heard in the night, report it, and more. Though I thought it would be a bad idea to come out of the crotch for a few years, I was also a businessman who wanted to hear the reports gathered.

Examples of calculations were rare in the educational field, on the one hand, and the subject frequently seen in commerce, on the other hand, how much goods can be obtained with ten bags of mekong wheat in hand… it was the story of one villager and the city's shopping district repeatedly fighting hard with money as a weapon.

"Ugh... I've decided! I sell Mekong wheat at at the Moon Chamber of Commerce, then I buy fish at the river store, clothes at the flower store!

"I sell Mekong wheat separately from the Star and Sun Chambers and buy clothes at the River Chamber of Commerce and shellfish at the Grass Chamber of Commerce!

"Yes. If you decide, please calculate all the transactions and squarely enclose the balance and the goods before submitting the board. For those of you who are free, take a tour of the place to grade."

As a colleague, I have to wrap my tongue around it. Kids repeat the calculations to get the most out of them, taking into account all the fine transaction prices, discounts, extras, etc. that virtual stores set for each of them. Notably, some children even use multiplication as well as additive subtraction. Or maybe there's a mix of kids who can use the division. Even though he's the merchant's brother... it's horrible.

No, no, above all, it's the boy who supposedly taught them into it that's already scary!

The pedestrian did not move the spot as a sowa, even while the children after class scattered on each one. A few still surround the boy at the root of Nan. What a polite story to deal with after class questions. Keep waiting until everyone leaves.

"It's for the price, and I have no complaints... you're free, too"

It doesn't even sound funny and the boy tries to walk away somewhere again. The pedestrian walked side-by-side while rubbing his hands, thinking of the unusual when he objectively viewed himself.

"No, that was a brilliant class. Does this village have anything to do with some merchant?

"You should even come once a season to a pedestrian like you. It's a country."

"Well, well, well... then how can you do so much arithmetic..."

"It's harder to be fooled when you can calculate. It's the wisdom of living at a bargain."

It's not like there was anything wrong. On the contrary, this is irony against merchants. It is the common sense of pedestrians to buy and sell cheap from rural people who do not know things.

"Uh, so your father was a merchant before?

"I'm a born peasant. So is my mother. It's only been thirty years since this neighborhood was pioneered, but many of the villagers come from villages a little closer to the territorial capital. You know what that means, don't you?

"That's... Thank you for your hard work."

The Kingdom of Asuria now retains the Eberian Empire in the west and opposing territories and forces, but that is the fruit of the rapid reconstruction of the last few years. It is a story after the so-called "Holy Flame Festival”. Before that, it was fifty years of unfailing war.

Thirty years ago, it was time to be pushed by the invasion of Everia. The Kingdom of Asuria was as disadvantaged as it had painfully left its resistance in the south, and the centre and north were dyed by the colours of Eberia. Occupation in times of war is often accompanied by looting before rule. The only way to avoid it is to run south or scatter around the border. I guess this is one of the villages that the people who chose the latter have pioneered.

Thinking of the smudges and the way the village came, the pedestrian noticed Hatha. No. That's not what I want to confirm. I quickly caught up with the slightly open distance and asked.

"I just want to ask you, how long can a boy use arithmetic?

"As long as the head of the merchant works"

"Yes!?

For the first time, he turns his gaze to a marvellous pedestrian, a boy with a frivolous grin.

"If you live smart, you're a merchant. The momentum for the reconstruction of internal governance will continue for some time yet, and the fact that success and failure depend on your strength is wonderful. Most importantly, they don't kill you for wiping stupid asses."

He should be five or six. He's supposed to be a rural kid on the border. Nonetheless, the pedestrian saw the boy's blue-eyed depth and awesomeness to be afraid of. Occupational patterns I have met with many people, but I don't recall ever being exposed to so much force.

No... there was only one person close, I recall. But he was a person I thought back in my day to day. There are many anecdotes about him that are uncertain, and the supposed mainstream appreciation of the world offends pedestrians.

Says the phrase I had in mind to the princess, the great evil man who fell into the midst of the Church's blessed brave men to death. A madman who hungered for blood and was delighted to kill with that blade without enemy allies. A demon who was trying to harm human society by multiplying the chaos of war. Abominable. His name is Salomon.

When he was still shaving his beard beard beautifully, the pedestrian had met with Salomon during the formation of the Kingdom of Asaria's Brave Army. at the time of delivery of supplies. A supply officer has threatened me with a sword spear by saying that he did not pay the full price and that it was an imitation during the war. When Salomon appeared on the spot, he cut off the military personnel in charge as "business embezzlement," and then went into a business discussion to say, "Can I get a discount because I buy other items?" I remember it was a good deal.

Salomon. Were the thirties already crossed at the time? That overwhelming sign he showed before and after waving a sword...... that seems closest. He says he's a boy who can't even have a sword.

"Boy...... what's your name?

If you were named Salomon, maybe that convinced you.

"It's Marco."

It's a different name. Naturally. But the name was engraved in the brain of a pedestrian with the impression that it wouldn't go away. And it was not uncommon for him to have a bad feeling that he was born. That is.

(I found out about Marco. The world doesn't know Marco yet. Isn't this imbalance a survival? If you are still a young dragon laying low on the earth even if you can't reach the heavenly running dragon... maybe even ordinary people can see the heavenly landscape if you are also grabbed by one of its scales)

Later in life, when Marco leads and braves the army on a continent that tells of the wind clouds rush, the name of a man named Lauri will be mentioned as one of his bellies. A man who, even as an understudy of a leading merchant, was not good enough to take charge of a single rod of aristocracy, and was traveling around the border as a pedestrian trader.

Marco and Lauri.

On this side of the border this spring, the pattern between the two men also seemed like a resourceful son and a foolish father, and it did not appear to be the past of a subordinate who would give the world a martial name.