Seiun wo Kakeru

A line of tax payments out of the village of Siena, but Age was experiencing major problems.

That is because the road leading to the town of Nazioni was not well maintained.

Periodically to pass the road with labor, etc., or quite stiffened, but not paved in any way, so it is no different from the beast road to an extent.

Steps and stones and other obstacles to movement were left intact.

It would still be good if we just walked, but the current situation where we are pushing our luggage cars manually, leaving them as they are naturally, is a huge problem.

Problems to such an extent as wheels riding up the stone necessitated rescue, or stopping once in the first place, to bypass the steps.

Though it is good because of the sunny weather, once it rained heavily, it would have been even harder to get around with the mud.

I'm going to go through it every time to pay taxes, so I wish I had some maintenance, but I can't even say I can't do that if I think of village life.

It is only natural that we should start by putting things in order from a close life.

But if there has been some leeway in the running of everyday life, paving the way will still be a challenge.

"I'm sick of you thinking this road will continue"

"No, that's about half a day from the village of Siena."

I don't know, you've got plenty of heart in your stupidity.

To the moody Age, it was Dante who denied it.

"What do you mean?

"As the roads cross with the other villages, the roads become a little decent,"

"Oh, we're the only people in our village, so I wonder if the maintenance hasn't kept up"

"It gets a little better every time we rendezvous, so it's only the first one that's hard. You can rest assured."

I see Dante's words seemed certain, and from the rendezvous point from the village of Tal, slightly larger stones began to be excluded.

Still not enough to call it a road, but the vibrations coming from your butt are heartless or calm.

Humans can get tired if they walk.

If that was while pushing the car, it would be a shame, and the break was supposed to be taken seriously.

As a physical sensation, roughly enough for every hour.

And every three hours seemed to pinch an hour or so of rest.

Nevertheless, breaks are not separated by time.

There was always a place to rest when I walked about that time.

There are places like tearing up a lying tree and making it a chair, or where it was beside the road, there are places where stones are carefully excluded and made into squares.

Just during the lunch break, holes were dug and piled with stones to make it easier for the fire to start in the unproduced places of the trees like those that had become squares.

Once we reached each location, the line was to start a break.

That was a break before dinner.

Afterwards, the march will not start again, so everyone will start preparing for the camp.

When the preparations began, Age stood around quickly.

Until then, just sit back in the cow truck and get back to work.

As soon as he jumps off the cow truck, he observes the camp and runs to the installation of the Xu.

Reassemble the stone assembly and collect dead leaves and dead trees from the forest.

Even when it comes to forests, all directions are surrounded by trees except the road.

Looking for ingredients was done in an instant.

Those who were travelling together from the village of Siena and walking on their own feet also looked at Age and lowered their drinks.

You'll have a position, but it's no wonder you have the sentiment as to why only Age is being favoured.

I have to be sensitive to such finesse because I am a person from the same village who will continue to hang out with me.

That's why the eyes of condemnation gather at Dante, who is at ease, while sitting in a cow truck.

Like Franco, if you're a completely external person, anyway, as a treatment, I guess it's just the idea of being an Age disciple.

Is it the harm of growing up with people bowing their heads all the time?

Dante didn't seem to like to speculate on how his actions looked from others.

If I were to accompany him entirely as a disciple, I could also give instructions as Age, but this time there is also Franco, who is also considered a line of Nazioni.

I decided it was best to leave it to Dante's own actions, but I thought I might have sent him some advice.

"Age, get ready. Leave the rest to the Olas."

"Really? Then please."

One of the accompanying people, Bernardo, throws the ingredients into the pan.

When Age took his seat off, he returned to the fold with his masonry coyasces, fleas and Xuanneng.

Koyaske is a tool for breaking stones, the blade is approximately four or five centimeters long.

It is a tool that puts a slice like a line in the surface of a stone, so that it eventually cracks with the pacan by impact.

Flea is what masonry uses to fix stones, but when you just say fleas, there are many other things besides masonry that are difficult to distinguish.

"Tools. Bring them, what are you willing to do?

"No, I thought I'd take care of the chips a little bit anyway and make them easier to use in the future."

When Age takes one of the stones, he pinches it with his feet and hits the fleas.

Beautifully sharpened fleas are supposed to be delivered, but there are spares, so it would be fine if you delivered them.

Gently wield the Xuan energy and scrape the surface of the stone.

To forge iron, you need to use fleas, like every time.

So even if what you use is stone, the treatment was yours.

There's a slight difference in sensation, but be careful and you'll get used to it soon.

Tighten the bumpy surface so that it is smooth.

Cancún, Paquin.

Cancún, Paquin.

Regular rhythms continue and stones form with one, two, and three.

The stone, which was a bump, takes on a form that is as easy to assemble as a brick.

Huh, and I realized that people were stopping around and gazing at Age's hand

Franco had an impressive or frightened look on his face.

"You're a real multitude, aren't you?"

"Mr. Franco...... This is because they cut iron every day in a blacksmith."

"I feel like you can do anything."

"That's the way it is. I'm saddened that there are so many things I can't do."

This would do a quicker, more polite job with a masonry craftsman.

This time, it just so happens, I wasn't accompanied.

Besides, the people in the village are busy, so I guess there aren't many opportunities to observe others' working gestures, etc.

This just caught my attention because it's rare rather than Age being awesome.

If this were the case, I would have made more fleas, Agee thought.

Following the second and third days and the march, I see the road was indeed well maintained.

Ultimately, it turns out to be about a pebble and the vibration is a lot easier.

Agie gently stroked her sore ass over the past few days.

The square on the road has also seen more people helping to maintain it.

Unlike going, going home would be a little easier.

It was beautifully asphalted and paved in Japan, both in the countryside and in the back streets.

That was too thorough, enough to make me unhappy without nature, but the unpaved path turned out to be a tremendous inconvenience.

"Age, Dante, it won't be long."

"Which one, I'll check your town."

"This is... the town of Nazioni"

The town of Nazioni seemed to have a town, with rivers flowing from the northeast drawing circles all the way west to Guru, in that circle.

The bridge seemed to be crossed only from the west, and this was a structure that considered defense.

Join the road leading west of the island and cross the bridge.

There is no clear classification, but with this end at the border, there would be no problem in saying Nazioni.

It can be seen that the river flows slowly, wide and close to downstream.

River fish are abundant, and next to fishermen who are netting, birds rest their wings.

Though the town, the pastoral sights were spreading.

As the line progressed, I could see even more of the town.

In the outer periphery, fields are still lined up.

This is a sight that remains the same in every village, but even Nazioni, arguably the capital of the island, seems to remain the same.

However, the beast exclusion fence was well equipped and the basic equipment seemed to be one or two steps further than in the village of Siena.

It also appeared on roads and river embankments.

The foot is laid with fine gravel and the cow truck is starting to progress incredibly steadily.

On a rainy day, the mud won't even take my legs off.

The embankment was also beautifully piled with stones to prevent flooding.

More than anything else, the surprise is that their expression was lively when they were unlike the townspeople who seem to live in Nazioni.

For the people of the town of Nazioni, a lord might be an excellent exchanger, Agee thought.

Or maybe this is the result of pooling efforts from outside, in the form of labour.

For some people, if many people are devoting their efforts, it's a less impressive story.

But Age still has no idea what's going on with politics on this island.

I won't lose it sooner than later.

I'm going to observe it closely.

Immediately after entering the town, a tall chimney caught his eye, and when he saw a single large building spread beneath it, Age's eyes were drawn to you naturally.

If it's not even a blacksmith, such as a high chimney, it won't go unnoticed.

Is this the rumored bronze blacksmith factory?

Before Age's eyes, the whole story of Nazioni was spreading.