"This isn't what I'm talking about. I didn't hear that chief's apprentice was making cigarette leaves (peeps). So I just came by to see how things were going."

I see, there's a connection.

If ordinary people were to make their share of private use, they wouldn't have had a problem.

But I'm close to the chief.

The chief said he used to plan mass production with the aim of decreasing the value of cigarette leaves (peeps).

The decline in the value of cigarette leaves (peeps) helps many to live.

But there must have been some implications for the Calco family to lose their influence.

Even from the chief's point of view, the Calco family was probably in the way of being able to speak out to the settlement's policies for selfish purposes.

It wasn't strange to be judged that I had taken over the sheikh's ploy.

In fact, this cultivation of cigarette leaves (peeps) would not have been possible without the chief's dossier.

"I understand what you're doing. Don't worry, I'm not going to grow that many. I'm just half curious."

"Apparently you do. I didn't know it was just one bottle. My dad told me to threaten him in some cases, but I didn't even have to worry about it. Well, but I had a good pick up."

Sounds like some kind of missed vibe to me. Thanks.

The little one and Knoppo lying behind him also had a relief look on his face.

Those two are kind of struggling, too...

"That helped... but what is picking up?

"No, no, I heard you had a beautiful sister in the autem madness, but I didn't think that was it. Then I looked at my face and felt somewhat, but I liked it. Just recently, my dad got annoyed. It's time for you to get married."

Is that some kind of weird story?

"Hey, you there, let's make you my daughter-in-law. Come forward."

"Am I?"

Even though I was trying to speak politely earlier, I got a voice with vegetables.

What do you want with this fazacon pumpkin gappa?

"Nono, Mr. Noswell! That's just not good!

"Look at those eyes! I'm absolutely mad at you! Let's apologize! Of course, I'll bow my head with you!

Noswell is the back of his fist and punches Knoppo in the face.

"I told you earlier, Gyangi is annoying! You guys are Event Boa!

Event Boa is a warcraft like a pig.

Eat well and ring well.

It's fat and fat and delicious.

Within the Marlen tribe, it is often used as a bad mouth to an intermediate degree.

"Ugh... I want to go home..."

Knoppo squeaks as he holds his nose down.

Let him go now. Busy pair there, you're not helping Noswell or anything.

I look at Gisele.

Gisele turns to my back, shaking small.

"Hey, I know you're telling me to step forward! You can't hear me! This is what I'm talking about!

Noswell approaches.

"Hey, Mr. Noswell!

The little one around him tried to stop Noswell by doing his hand on that shoulder, but he is swinging it off lightly.

I'll come forward too, face to face with Noswell.

"Sorry, my Gisele is allergic to kappa"

"Kappa?

"It's about a demon with a head like yours."

"Hey, what the hell!

Noswell grabs my collar.

I thought I'd use some quick shooting magic, but I manage to calm down.

Sure, if I soaked this kappa head off, it would be the most refreshing now, but if I use magic on my human opponent, I'll annoy my father again.

Not to mention the Calco family.

I'm patient here. At the very least, we should wait for them to get their hands on us.

"My sister doesn't seem to like you. If you're done with your business, please leave now."

Noswell pulls my collar all the time.

Close! Close! Close!

"... let me tell you a good story. So did my dad, he married a woman with a brother. That's what she said about Mom's brother's regrettable face."

...... yeah?

I'm a little confused about Noswell.

I married a woman with a brother in the first place. Mom has a brother, too, okay?

Is this also a pattern that doesn't engage because of previous life values?

I feel like I'm making a decisive mistake about the Marlen culture.

Well, okay. You don't have to worry about a guy like this, and let's be honest and react.

"So?"

"Huh? So, my dad..."

"Are you saying that your father is a pervert who gets excited about the loneliness, the joy, the complexity of half of his face when his married brother drops off his sister, and so are you?

To make it kind of easy to understand, it's probably a distorted and limiting pervert.

"I won't allow you to insult me, Bo, my dad!

Noswell turns a bright red face and pulls my collar down.

I got the wings to punch the flank to the ground.

"Ha!

You fucked this guy.

I lift my torso from the abdominal crawling position and stare at Noswell.

"" Hiya!

For some reason, the two surrounding people screamed.

I'm the one who wants to speak up.

"To, brother! Are you all right!

Gisele wakes me up with her hands around my back and belly.

"Oh, I'm sorry"

How dare you, you perverted fazacon bummer?

"No, Noswell, come on! That's a little..."

"... Shit, it's getting a little too hot"

Noswell pays his hand with his clothes and stares at my house.

My mother must have felt strange and warned me to come out.

"Hmm? Hey, Abel, that oatem, you're making a fundamental mistake."

That's what Noswell says as he hits and changes from earlier and suddenly calms down.

At the end of his gaze is the living oatem, Mr. Mountain.

They fish like that, and I lose my timing to get mad, too.

"Uh, lie? So far as planned......"

The atmosphere on the ground has changed, or the two surrounding people exhale with relief.

"No, no, no. Not at all. You should show it to me. I can't overlook this mistake as a Calco person who makes cigarette leaves (peeps) his business."

Noswell, as he says, moves to the front of Mr. Mountain.

Is there anything in my autoem that I think about?

What? Where?

A little paint?

It recommended something that would take a lot of effort that the materials of the living autem were old and not made nowadays.

For this reason, I substitute it with something completely different. It should have been okay first, but when it comes to anxiety, it will be there.

Did this man spot it just from a distance?

"Oh, my God."

"What's that?

"I mean it's in here somewhere. Yikes!

Noswell kicked Mr. Mountain.

Mr. Mountain broke in the middle of nowhere.

"Yay, Mr. Mountain!?

"" Ahhh!!

The two surrounding people scream as they hug each other with a bloody face.

These guys, what the hell is going on?

"I'm sorry. - I didn't mean to kick you so hard, but I don't know, it's caustic. Come on. Well, I'll leave you for today. Because I'm not as free as I thought I was."

"Oh, my God...!

When I stare, Noswell shrugs his shoulders.

"Run, whoa, whoa!

"It's none of my business! I'm just an escort! I still want to be human!

The two surrounding men dashed wildly and fled.

Noswell laughs at the tease and walks toward the same direction as the two people who escaped.

"Brother... the..."

"Mr. Mountain... Mine, Mr. Mountain..."

I woke me up. I slipped through Gisele's arm and fell to the ground, on both knees.

"So, are you okay!?

Hear Gisele's voice and raise her face. Currently, there was a broken mountain face.

Weirdly, nature and tears overflowed.

I've made up my mind.

I'll do it thoroughly this time.

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