Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Craftsmen's morning...... no, dusk is early.

of sledding and waking himself up was one Lizardman, who rubbed his sleepy eyes soggy, then one big yawn.

They are inherently nocturnal and spend the day in the sun or diving into the sand. A long time ago, I decided to follow the Magic Dragon, and for a long time, living in the labyrinth would not change the root part.

Looking back at history, it seems that his grandfather's, and his grandfather's, also lived in the labyrinth. But I don't remember those times as a single person.

- I want to make something.

Waking up, he thinks so with a proper blink.

I don't know anything about ancestry or history, but these days it was often active in building and trail maintenance, and in the management of hot springs and fields. I want to be praised by my husband and humans for missing stone fleas and woodworking tools and for rubbing something amazing.

I'm obsessed with it when I'm making it and don't think about anything else at all. If you have made a trial and error of being more splendid, easier to use, etc., you can often call out to your buddies that it's time to go to bed.

One more thing. How hard to forget the sight of people having fun with what they make. A frightening tremor runs from the tip of his tail and feels a twitching warm fever. I have no idea what that is.

Lizardman, who had often opened his mouth, repeatedly blinked with a tiny tiny flash. And for some reason, I get up energized all over my body.

All right, let's do it. They thought the same thing about my people even if they didn't say it. Not only is there one person who has risen completely, but there are demons who are obsessively uncountable in the black meadows.

Let's make something amazing.

When it rang in the lower dragon language, the roar of approval echoed in the hall.

This is the story of the craftsmen who spend their spare time exploring the untouched Third Hierarchy Hall.

The famous word "light," is found in the Bible.

Though such passages and others are as strange as dew, Lizardman and the others hailed at the same time when they saw the moon in the midst that floated with me.

If they find out what came out of the woods, they might be pissed off, so it might just be a little surreal that they're all wearing hoarseness.

Our goddess candidate, Shirley, will be sent a small round of applause for the bees. By the way, she is prone to flushing, and her parental density with them, as well as her sense of unanimity, is increasing.

When she put her right hand up, that signaled pioneering.

Nevertheless, what we do is plain.

The third floor hall has a large tower in the center, which serves to connect the second floor. At this late hour, I would probably slip my legs if it wasn't for them that worked at night. No, I can't say anything because some of them were slipping their legs.

Around that tower they become circular, pulling out the black grass with a grumpy attitude.

Fortunately they are foolish, though they have no end in sight and no end in sight. That vegetable was delicious - I don't have to boil it to eat it, and the work keeps going steadily as we talk about it.

Lizardman is dull and good at patience. That's not a lie, but a bunch of people got tired of it early and started doing something else.

They cut the wood they had brought from the upper layers with the gibberish, and beat the nail with the dust.

It was a table that was likely to be seated by about ten people who could do it, and they decided to use this place as their pioneering headquarters.

It was Shirley, the director, of course, who showed up out of hand from them. I was recommended a great seat with lots of decorations and sit back with my wow lips open. She was so happy, she said "ehem" greatly in a hobby.

Well, what am I going to do as a director? I want to give instructions to satisfy everyone, but I don't know how.

That's what she thinks. When she just looked around, a few Lizardmans came running.

If you look at it, they each had different things in their hands, and it was the clay that put Becca on the table. Go on, iron ore, parts I've never even seen, things like missing demon stones, etc., they keep hauling at all intents.

When she sees the mountains and the piles, she finally realizes. The demons are giving us the resources we can get in this hall.

Then it was the paper that was placed on the table.

It was elaborately written using a pen, and Shirley felt that there were 22 zoning and thought-provoking pieces in total, and countless building proposals that seemed to be available for the idea, and that sweat would flow all the time.

- I'm firmer than I thought!

Shirley turned back to their enthusiasm and sipped a great deal.

If you think about it, they built most of that second tier. It cannot be accomplished without extraordinary strength.

I'm pretty sure they're dumb. There's no mistake there because it's a sex born as a demon.

But there's no way it's normal to be a member of the family of Uridora the Magic Dragon. I finally realized it wasn't just a Lizardman.

"Sounds like you're going to be fine, Shirley."

A man in butler's clothes stood when he was abruptly called from behind and looked back in haste. I have a tea tool in my hand, and on the other side, I hold a well-asleep child and laugh.

"It's a brilliant night sky. Did you really produce this?

The girl nods at the inquiry as she arranges tea tools on the table.

The man associated with Uridra, Lavos, also nodded back as convinced and looked up at the night sky again.

There is one moon that is pompous and round. Bringing the bright lights to the surface, the meadows surrounding the bruises make noise.

No one will be listening, and I think I'll sing a song. It has an atmosphere that seems so, and it's also a busy view somewhere.

A man pouring tea into a cup and letting it give him hot air once lived as a superior species. I'm sure no one would have known about the ancient scenery. I can tell that. My eyes are turned on the girl again.

"If you look at the sky, you'll see. You know the times of the night, too, so you can make this scenery a peaceful night for everyone. Everyone has a good night's sleep."

When I received the cup handed to me, it was warm and just a little more sugar.

And bring my daughter close in her arms toward Shirley, who drank one. When I was supposed to be asleep. I had my eyes open like a pink gem, staring up at the night sky.

"It's good to see that sky even for a child born in this day and age. Dear Shirley, I was going home right away, but would you mind if I took a walk around for a while?

Of course, he nodded, grinning and turning his back. And I looked back like I'd forgotten to tell you something.

"Yeah, well, they're oh, they're the ones who see and excel. Because our ancestors have been given Uridora's blood. So you just want to see this view. After that, the favorite Lizardmen will try to please you with their hands."

The view I want to see......

The girl, advised by the dragon, had different eyes than earlier. I look at the Lizardmans, who are nagging, and put my thoughts on the scene.

Something I want to take a good look at.

The view that makes me want to live there.

The world I admired floats very easily, lightly in the back of my brain. But now it's just admiration, and I don't know anything about buildings, scenery, etc. I can't make it without going to the site and walking on my own feet.

There's only one person I can count on at a time like this.

Leaving the ground and the cabin to build, she waved to everyone and then flew into space fluttering.

Ahead of the goal was Kitase, a young man trying to fall asleep in the second tier.