My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

I heard Harold's report. My parents believe Clara and her daughter Colette are completely dead. I didn't seem to have the idea of doubting my son.

Seeing my son just hold on to his "magical talent" when he said he had a woman and child in his hands, Ichigo felt such a deep groove that he and his parents would spend the rest of their lives together and not be buried. There will be no reconciliation with the parents unless they escape from this value.

Well, because of that paranoid drowning, I haven't been suspected, so now I've decided to think that's enough.

I can tell you that Clara and Colette's rescue plan was a success for the first time.

If it's true, I'd love to, but it's a waste of time even for Ichigo, who's facing new problems. It is enough to pray that Colette can get close to the liner.

What's bothering Ichiko more than that is against the Stokes' disgruntled people. The quick story runs out of a word that taxes are tight.

Stokes' territory faces flatlands except for the mountain range to the northeast, which is quite a blessing for transportation as the streets are laid along the town. There is no sea around it, but the rivers made by the mountain gorges pass nearby, and the forest stretches from northwest to east, making it a good place for forestry.

There is a distribution of people and things, and it is rich in nature. Naturally, both primary and secondary industries thrive.

Sometimes Stokes' territory is not very large enough to take advantage of its benefits. Town developed into a narrow division, of a degree.

Do you think the Stokes impose a pretty heavy tax on an autonomy of such an economic size?

There's nothing that residents near relatively high-income central streets can't pay for, but it seems to be a considerable burden for rural residents in the suburbs.

In recent years in particular, crop yields have been unfavourable due to, for example, being hit by natural disasters, as is the case every year, with a consequent decline in profits and a small number of deficit-run farmers.

That's why farmers are crying out for temporary tax cuts, but there's no way that couple would listen to something like that. On the contrary, it tightened and threatened to "increase the tax rate even further if we make any more noise".

There was talk in the game that the inhabitants were suffering from repression, but there was no fine portrayal of those parts. I wouldn't have noticed a glimmer without Norman's material.

If the status quo continues for a long time, there is almost no doubt that the grievances raised by the Stokes' oppression will soon explode.

That would be the first step in announcing the Stokes family's visit to apoptosis.

Well, as for Ichi, it's not what I found out about this house, but I can't afford not to get my hands on it because I'm very likely to get caught up in it and be miserable.

"Excuse me... what are you doing?

It was Zen, the wagon rider in charge of the Clara rescue plan, who also showed his face to Harold's room without waiting for Knock to respond there.

For some reason I got tangled up in Harold even though I'm useless here. No matter how badly this mouth treats you, it's not like you can just laugh.

Zen is nineteen years old and young, and is a young man of the same generation as Ichi. He was also the closest age to Harold among same-sex people working in the mansion, and was easy to relate to as the inner heart of Ichigo.

Zen's personality may also be huge, which makes him feel like a dog at any rate.

The Zen leans his neck in the sight of the eccentricity of Ichi "Harold".

Even though it is odd, it merely records the growth of plants growing on a balcony about 50 cm deep provided in the window of the room.

"It's none of your business. Quickly close the door."

"Oops, you smell like some kind of secret"

Zen peeks into the balcony as he closes the door with his back hand and still throws up a dog-like line. Disrespect is also a good place for attitude.

The balcony was lined with about twenty potted plants, which were divided into three parts to grow a total of three plants. For some reason there are several individuals that are growing through it.

"Bruna on tin imo, and red glut...... do you grow and eat?

"You want me to slit the halibut and screw every bowl into your stomach? (* Shall I feed Zen?

"I don't want to!

……

I don't know if I can have a cheap exchange for the rest of my life like this, what a dent. Keep my hands on record moving.

As Zen said, these are all edible vegetables. In fact, only leaves can be seen in the ground, such as tin imo, but it is well said.

To add words, it is the top three most cultivated major crops in rural Stokes.

"And you grow up in pieces."

Zen asks me intrigued and not afraid of what Ichi "Harold" said. Whether it's a steel heart or a thick nerve, it's hard to get hit either way.

While admiring Zen, who seems to have a sandbag-like endurance value, Ichi offers a single glass bin.

"There's something that mixes this with water and it's not."

In Ichigo's hands is a translucent water coloured bottle familiar to 'Brave Hearts' fans. This item will only be treasured at the beginning of the game, healing 20% Health.

Its name is' Life Potion '.

"Life potion on crops......?

I had never heard of such a cultivation method. But being given life potion is obviously bigger and more luminous.

Zen's eyes are stunned by Harold's idea of not being trapped by common sense, but for Ichi it is merely a specification.

“Formulation” exists in the system of "Brave Hearts". Multiply ingredients with ingredients to make items, but there are things that you can't get unless you grow them yourself.

Moreover, there is a very low probability that the ingredients can be cultivated even if they are grown according to the manual, so the players plowed the field in a spirit of beating a few punches.

Eventually the fact became public that pouring life potions and top-compatible 'ethers' would increase harvest efficiency, and the brave and farmer-formed players sowed recovery items in the field.

Kazuki was one of them.

To see if it would still apply here, Ichi got an expired life potion of sleeping in a bowl and field soil, food seeds, and a storehouse in Stokes through Norman.

But when I grew it in life potion alone, it grew fast, but it withered before it could bear fruit. So we repeated the trial and error in conjunction with the water and finally found the right ratio of water.

Ichi rips off some red glut and throws it to Zen.

"Oops."

"Eat."

"Is it raw?

Clever enough to catch it all, Zen doesn't even hide his disgusting face on Harold's orders.

I know exactly how that feels. Onions are the closest to red glut and flavor in a vegetable known to Ichiki.

It seems to be a vegetable that can be eaten without having to go through heat, but is basically heated and cooked.

"Curse your reckless behavior with your neck stuck out of yourself."

"... Yes, stay!

You noticed. Zen hit the red glut without any further resistance.

Shaq, there's a creepy sound.

"Hmm!?

Zen, who swallowed the red glut, raised his voice like he was excited.

"What is it, here! It's sweeter than normal and so delicious!?

As far as this reaction is concerned, it seems to be excellent. It was unexpected that life potion farming would have such an effect.

It's a delightful miscalculation, but Zen alone has just too few samples.

"Take that to the kitchen and let the cooks eat it. Find out what you think of the flavor, how long it is with normal things, whether it deserves to be on the market, and other information."

"Got it!

Zen decides to salute Bishi. I can't feel like I'm holding a red glut with my left hand.

"I don't know where you got it or whose instructions you're working on."

"It's a secret, isn't it? I know, Master Harold!

Zen answers that with a full smile.

For him, the boy named Harold's ratings have changed in earlier plans.

Until now, I just thought he was a fucking busy, self-centered retard, but apparently that was posing with some intent. Harold's essence is rather its true opposite.

Gentle, heartbreaking to the less privileged, even mentally mature brilliant.

Ever since I found out about that, I've only looked like a heavenly demon, such as Harold's bad mouth. In a way, it can also be said that Harold is the only part that makes me feel childish.

Even if I go up to my room like this, I won't show a bare gesture that I don't like just throwing up evil.

If you were Harold's age, you'd be aware of the difference in identity. If you are an intimate relationship with a child, it is still the same time that Zen first exchanged words with him.

It's like I don't care if someone like that shows disrespect. I'm not interested in making a scene, but an attitude as if to say.

Such a boy named Harold Stokes seemed very preferable to Zen.

It's obvious he's trying to do something again, even with this red gurt. I'm sure it's something I can't think of without learning.

Zen was happy to be able to help with that in any way.