The God has moved to another world.

Agney's settlement on the land under review.

In its elders' house, a meeting was currently being held bringing together key members.

The meeting, which is all serious, did not, however, see any progress as of late.

The Agnies are basically a race that doesn't like to think about things that are easy and difficult.

It is a level where when a slightly difficult story is told, it hardens up with a face or a blurry face, and in some cases it produces a wisdom fever as it is.

That's what they're desperately thinking, arguing and meeting right now.

Never before has a meeting been more difficult to navigate in the last few hundred years of Agney history.

Originally Agney has the temperament to honor instant execution.

Danger!

I run away as soon as I think.

I'm hungry!

Eat Ponkte as soon as you think.

The kingdom!

Tackle as soon as you think.

Because they are such agnies, meetings are actually smooth.

Once the agenda is up, someone will come up with a solution based on past rules of thumb and filling.

And when everyone says, "That's it! Shout," and the resolution is over.

Even if the debate continues somewhat, it will almost be over in five minutes.

However, this agenda has never been experienced in the past, and it was just so delicate that it could not be decided by filling.

What is that agenda?

It was about the design of the company that makes it for the red sheath.

Eltovael's advice had already determined the general point.

Wooden, about 1.5 m in size.

After production in the village, everyone is responsible for transporting it.

Once you have arrived at the reviewed land centre, install it on the ground.

Both such procedures and the approximate appearance have already been decided.

But.

The detailed design had not yet been determined.

Various examples of production were included in the materials Eltovael compiled for me.

However, it is still the Agnies who will take the final decision.

I made some samples, and I did some presentative things, but I still can't make a final decision.

"Hmm. I've never seen a temple or anything in the first place."

Saying so while roaring is Mark, the leader of the young Agnies in charge of construction.

There are some materials I received from Eltovael, but I still don't think I've passed many examples.

He once went to town to train in architecture or something, but had never seen a temple on a boulder.

I've seen small churches, etc., but it's Agney's idea that it won't be helpful.

God lives only in a temple.

Well, I guess they're both similar in a broad sense, but that's the imaginary problem with the Agneys.

"I wish I had at least the literature I bought from the traffickers. It hurts when you run away."

The other Agnies nod loudly at the elders who say as if they were heartbroken.

They all look very sorry, just that some of them might have been helpful if they had won the literature.

By the way.

The Agney people use the same language as the countries around them, but only literary culture had something unique for some reason.

This letter, called the Agney letter, is a very easy to understand object called one letter per sound and is an excellent one that can be easily remembered even by Agney who is not comfortable remembering things.

However, many Agneys were unable to read any characters other than Agney characters due to their harm.

When we go to cities such as Einfarble, we find ourselves in a situation where we understand the language but cannot read the letters.

For this reason, Agney, who could read anything but Agney letters, had garnered a great deal of respect from everyone.

When it comes to recitations of picture books bought from pedestrians, which are occasionally opened in less entertaining villages, etc., they are just heroes.

Picture books read by elders, middle-aged Agney's span, etc. were quite popular, and few Agneys looked forward to it.

For the record, Spann's encounter with his wife, who is said to be an Agney beauty, can also be explained by his ability to read anything other than Agney letters.

It was fashionable to master the letters outside the village among the young people of the time who received it, but the majority of them were frustrated along the way by too famous a discourse.

The Agnies are basically not comfortable with difficult things.

The nature of not being comfortable with this difficult thing was also reflected in the type of book that Agney and the others preferred.

The majority of the books that Agney and the others buy from pedestrians were picture books.

When you read a difficult book full of letters, most agneys fall asleep or faint.

Manga and the like are also preferred, but they are a great enemy because of the occasional difficult content.

During the recital, I accidentally recited the difficult manga of socialists, and many agneys have passed out, for God's sake, something has actually happened.

This painful and tragic incident had been counted among the top ten in Agney village history.

"The temple on that picture book, it might have been helpful."

"I don't know. It was so beautiful."

Did all the other Agnies remember that picture book, they all nod so loud yeah.

Even Gin, the hunter, who is usually the calm one, roared with a difficult face.

Agney and the others, gathered at the elders' house, twisted their heads desperately trying to come up with an idea.

For Agney, who is not usually troubled, that is an uninterrupted and difficult task.

The Agney are basically a race that doesn't even think about things.

Instead of worrying, you basically don't even think deeply about things. If you try them, worrying is the unknown realm of things.

While I haunted my head without even getting into an argument, something strange began to appear among the Agneys.

They began to lose sight of the way they were troubled.

Something started walking, roaring.

With his arms around him, he began to circle around the room.

Something else, for some reason, began to reverse in a row.

He began to run endlessly through the room, rolling in the dirt.

Something else began to wander around in boredom.

With a distressing voice, he is falling seven times with Gnegne.

In addition, Agney and the others began to act thoughtfully, including those who would make three-point inversions, those who would start squatting, and those who would repeatedly tackle the wall.

Such bizarres became contagious one after the other, quickly reaching Agney throughout the room.

The elder's house, the conference room, overflowed with agney acting troubled and weird.

Even Agney's best neighbor, Karichi the Crow, is enough to remember some warfare in the sight.

She was also a kerchief who wanted me to go back to my sanity, but she couldn't move because she was now jawed over her head with Ginn holding her.

Apparently, hugging a car-ish is Gin's style when she's troubled.

There was no way to stop the Agnies from moving physically or emotionally.

This unsurpassed chaos space eventually continued to roll over for dozens of years afterwards.

It was the elders who first returned to me in chaos space where Agney and the others just seemed to be shuddering.

"Bye. Let's just make a temporary home."

"It won't take long?

The attention of the Agnies is drawn to the words of the elders as they ascend and grunt.

When the elder stops his hand with a glimmer of his own cheeks, he sits back with a serious face.

My loose fluffy hair was in a slightly weird shape because I had been wrestling britches for a long time, but no one seemed to care because they all felt alike.

The elder opens his mouth in a serious way when he creates a crisp face that he doesn't think was rubbing his cheek while using only his head and legs and wrestler britches to support his body in the reverse shrimp position.

"It will be difficult to create a beautiful temple where the Red Sheath will be a favorite just how much we have thought about it here. But it's urgent that you make a home for Red Sheath."

"I do need to make your place fast. I can't believe it was raining like a red sheath during the storm."

With his arms around him with a difficult face, Spann said so to affirm the elder's words.

The agneys around me are sneering at me for thinking the same thing.

Doesn't matter, the span was rolling around with a forward turn until just now, so the one-piece skirt was gutted up.

Fortunately, the contents were guarded by pants, so the worst is avoided.

Well, there may be strawberries or something printed on those pants, so secondary damage is happening.

The elder nodded loudly with a crisp face, not looking like he cared for any of those pants.

"Bye. So I think we'd rather make it together than have a meeting."

Agney and the others slapped their necks wide at the words of the elders.

The car ich being held is also tilting his neck as Gin moves, but his expression looks very happy.

"So you haven't decided which one to make yet, have you? If you haven't decided to make it, can't you?

The elder smiled confidently against Ginn, who said wrinkly between his eyebrows.

The expression is limitless and confident, but it is quite unfortunate that my hair has been peppered.

"Yes, we can't decide. I don't care how troubled you are. If so, what about asking Master Red Sheath to choose for himself?"

"Cool?"

"To Master Red Sheath?

"How?

"You're going to go talk to him?

To the words of the elders, Agney and the others began to bother.

The elder, who was watching such a thing with his good face, waited for the attention to gather again, putting his finger up and saying.

"We've already made some small samples, haven't we? But in the end, we didn't decide which one we wanted."

So it was three small companies that the elders pointed out.

It was made as a model for what shape.

I was supposed to make a final decision out of this, but I couldn't help but get my opinion together.

"Then what about making it all together!

"Oh?"

"Cool?"

"What do you mean?

The elders open their mouths again as they regain control and attention with their hands.

"There's a good part of this design for each of us. Make a real thing out of stretching it one by one and take it all to Red Sheath! And don't let Master Red Sheath decide which one is better for you!

"Cool!

"Right!

"I see, that's the elder!

"Did you have that hand!

"Junction!"

Agney and the others boiled greatly at the words of the elders, which were uttered in the face of Doya.

If you can't decide, you can make it all.

Sounds like quite a rambling argument, but this can certainly be considered a good idea.

If you are going to build a normal company, a temple, etc., it will only take a few years to make one, so it is not something you can make very many.

But what Agney and the others make for the red sheath this time is a very small wooden company.

For some reason, it is not bitter to make three or four with the skill of the strangely expensive Agnies.

"I made all of them in a sample, so I just need to divide them into teams."

"Every guy who's good at woodworking has to make sure he gets in."

"Junction"

"Right. The design is pretty good."

If only we had set the direction, we would have acted quickly later.

Discussions on squad splitting will begin and it will be decided in what form each one will be made.

By the way, the elders are saying things like design and samples because they thought it was cool to hear Eltovael use them.

Basically, it is the old men who are going to incorporate new things in the Agney tribe.

The majority of young people have an old-fashioned hobby, but every time they get older, they become fond of new things.

What an odd racial trait.

"All right, we're just finishing up each squad, and we're going to have to decide on a design and get into production fast!

"Cool!"

"Ooh!

"Hang in there!

In response to the elder's hanging, Agney and the others wave their fists up and respond.

These were the agneys that bothered me because I was trying to make the best little thing ever, but it's easy to talk about once I've even set the direction.

Along each theme, we need to elaborate on the unique skills of the Agnies.

More lively if biological and more precise if geometric.

Such craftsmanship is the specialty of the Agney tribe.

"But isn't it hard to take it with you if you make a lot?

"Ah."

"Cool."

"It's true."

"I forgot that"

Agney and the others start twisting their necks again to the question one spoke of.

It takes a lot of people to carry something heavy.

But Agney and the others are not that numerous.

"I usually leave it to Hanako."

"Hanako, Doji. I made it, I'm frightened."

To the muttering Ginn, Karichi says.

You were unhappy with me opening you up from the hug. I was inflating your cheek, but she can't let go of Ginn's trouble.

Khaichi is right. Hanako is a daughter for what she is, and she has fallen even where there is nothing.

Although Hanako, a giant troll, is quite powerful to fall on, Hanako himself is so sturdy that he rarely gets hurt.

If we just carry wood, dirt, etc. like we usually do, we fall. It's not as problematic as it might be, but this time we won't go either.

"I don't know if I'd say I'd carry God's home in a trolley."

"Junction"

"That's right."

"Hmm."

Now that Mizuhiko has sent us the tools, we can also build a wheeled trolley.

But he didn't have a very good image, Agney, because he was going to roll over the ground.

Carrying them on a trolley is roughly the same as dragging them off the ground in Agney's perception.

It is the fashion of Agney and the others to have their hands and trolls that are not daughters.

"Well, it'll take a while, but I'll just have to carry it slowly"

In the first plan, he was supposed to carry his physical pride all at once.

But that won't be the case when the numbers are high.

It'll take time, but we'll all have to split up and carry it slowly.

"Then let's get the women ready for dinner"

"Right. The rest of the day will take a while."

"Connections -"

"Then we'll have to make some tools to leave the little temple behind."

"You can put the rice on the trolley, and we'll have to get you ready."

Eventually, the discussion continues in a lively manner, and various things are decided.

Incidentally, the name of the company is unstable because it is still uncertain what to call it among the Agnies.

What you call your company, what you call a temple, a tiny temple, of the red sheath, etc.

There was no particular flow for everyone to decide how to call it.

Because it was the majority opinion that in time we would all call it the same.

I don't really care about the details.

Even though the work is fine, the personalities are obvious agnies.

While I was doing that, I finally decided on my share of each and put them in a state of work.

The elder coughs one up, gets up and raises his voice.

"Then everyone! Thank you, but not for Master Red Sheath! Let's get in the mood and get to work!

"Ooh!

"Cool!

"Hang in there!

"Ugh!

To the words of the elders, Agney and the others returned the words of temper to their mouths and shook up their fists.

Everyone has a temperamental look that dissipates their motivation from the whole body to each one.

It didn't even look like we were all somewhat in the right place because of our nasty behavior until just now, but I wouldn't mind because my skirt was precisely on me, my pants were half undressed, or to the extent that I was naked on my torso.

Thus, the production of the residence of the red sheath at the hands of Agney and the others began in earnest as soon as possible.