The God has moved to another world.

When she saw Mizuhiko sleeping on the bed, Eltovael sighed loudly.

I gave instructions to keep it because I will show my face today, but it is an indication.

Shaking his head like a scratch, Ertvael activated a wake-up move for vs. Mizuhiko.

"Mr. Mizuhiko. It's rice."

"Oh."

Seeing Mizuhiko rise instantly with the word rice, Eltovael held her brow between her eyes.

I am kind of a friend Eltovael with a dizzy headache lately.

With Eltovael like that elsewhere, Mizuhiko looked around for a moment.

Looking for dinner, apparently.

After wandering around for a while, Mizuhiko frowned dissatisfied and turned to Eltovael.

"Where's Meshi?"

When Eltovael solidified his fist silently, he swung through.

The job Eltovael brought to Mizuhiko this time.

It was a search for people.

"What I want you to look for is a Skysler operative named" multiple ”Pryan Blue."

That said, Eltovael manipulates the amberphone.

Then particles of light popped out of the screen, causing the video to float in the air.

Ambufones made of the power of God can also handle stereoscopic footage.

Mizuhiko sees the raised footage and deepens the wrinkles that are always between her eyebrows.

Ertvael tilted his neck wonderfully at that serious appearance, which was never there.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look familiar..."

"You know, there's a lot of people out there."

It was Ertvael, who almost gave me a one-bread reflexively, but I enjoyed it in inches.

Because I've been beating up Mizuhiko lately, because I kind of felt like I was becoming violent.

Sometimes it does require sanctions, but it wouldn't be nice to beat him too much.

I feel that Mizuhiko is getting dumber and dumber when I add too much shock, and most importantly, I feel that I am getting vicious.

Angels are supposed to be kind, merciful, and enclose everything with love.

If you know the usual Eltovael, it is a dialogue that wonders which mouth would say such a thing.

Well, did I say that ideals and realities are often far apart?

When he managed to put his fist away, Ertvael exhaled deeply to calm his mind.

Get your mind back on it somehow and keep talking.

"Find her and give her this"

That's how Eltovael took it out of the basket was a necklace fitted with a small tear-shaped gemstone.

It's got a silver chain on it, and it looks pretty expensive.

"What's that?"

"This is a feature-only model of Ambufone. They say it's a test model that Amvalence made for mass production, and it's perfect for this case because humans don't have to fear being analyzed."

"Is that so?"

Mizuhiko snorts in pieces, but he won't understand the contents of the ten or eighty-nine.

Eltovael is also woven around it, so I'm not thinking of explaining it in detail.

In a way, there is a great deal of trust there.

"So, what am I gonna do with it?"

"I wanted to get in touch with them and ask them for work."

What Eltovael called work was the purchase of goods.

The purchase of supplies to be transported to the land under review is currently carried out by Mizuhiko.

But it's Mizuhiko, so there's a lot of extra stuff mixed up in there, and I don't have what I need, and it wasn't very stable.

Eltovael, who was paralyzed by it, thought of relying on the transport state Skeisler.

Skysler had its commercial pattern, its sales channels everywhere.

Because they also use transportation routes and resell supplies.

It was Eltovael's idea to ask them to buy supplies.

We knew in Eltovael's investigation that they were craving the right to pass over the land reviewed.

If we get in touch from the side of the land reviewed, we shouldn't do anything wrong.

And it was Eltovael who gave that general explanation, but Mizuhiko was still blurry.

"Is that so?"

Though that's what you say in your mouth, you probably don't understand half of it.

Still, is it because of Eltovael's discipline that I will explain it once and for all?

"But why bother doing this to me? I wish I could come with you."

To the words of Mizuhiko, who shot rarely, Eltovael rounds his eyes as surprised.

"I'm glad to hear that, but I've decided to take this method this time because I know I've come to this land and because of my willingness to make connections through her in the future. Because Pryan Blue is definitely outstanding."

"I'm not sure I know."

Mizuhiko reached out and opened her palms to show.

Ertvael, who sensed intent, puts a necklace on top of it.

When he held it in his hand, Mizuhiko became nostalgic.

"Well, if it's just me, I'll do something about it"

"Please"

To make it a little different than usual, Eltovael snapped his neck just a little bit.

But it's a good thing you do your job seriously.

Ertvael regained his mind and now took the paperwork out of the basket.

"For once, the job details are written here. I'll show Mr. Carin, or I'll leave the decision to you. For once, I will contact you every day until after work."

"Oh, okay"

With all due respect, Mizuhiko snorted.

Seeing how he felt more intelligent than usual, Eltovael wrinkled between his eyebrows with great surprise.

And ask the question with a strange face if it's true.

"Um, Mizuhiko, is something wrong?

"Ooh. Something's so refreshing. I kind of get a lot more upset than usual."

Apparently, Mizuhiko is the type of person who does better with booze in it.

If you do say so, I don't feel that my expression is a little tighter than usual.

I wish I was always drunk.

I think so, it was Eltovael.

of the land under review, the settlement of Agney and the others.

Agney and the others were running around more busy that day than usual.

That should be it too.

Today is finally the day to go to Red Sheath to serve your company, food, etc.

The square had a collection of various things to be served.

Three companies with finishing work and perfectly polished.

Freshly harvested, edible crops.

The drinkiest alcohol ever made.

All of this was created by Agney and the others.

The elders nodded contentedly before them, which were put on top of the trespasser, or on which the trespasser was made.

"Mm-hmm. That's pretty spectacular! The Red Sheath would love this!

"Elder!

Under such an elder, Mark the young Agney ran.

What Mark wears today is a moveable bloomer.

I have to carry a lot of baggage from now on, so I have a proper fit to take that into account.

The other Agnies were all dressed to move thoughtfully.

For some reason, there are many skirt based proportions, such as pieces and miniskirts.

It seems to be the kind of choice that many agneys would make because they don't care at all if they see pants or something.

If there had been Eltovael or something, it would have definitely been a disease of the gut system, but happiness or unhappiness, the only people here now were Agney and Kougak.

By the way, today's elder outfit is denim shorts and tank tops.

How fascinating is the absolute area created by the blue and white transverse shimmer patterned tights.

The elder looked back to Mark, who had spoken, and greeted him with one hand up.

"Oh, Mark. Not at all."

"Prepare the food I'm taking, it looks like it's gone! The elders will see to it!

"Of course not! Checking food is not important!

The elder was well. That said, he ran out toward where he was preparing food.

Mark follows suit and runs fine.

The Agnies around me also started running after it for what it was.

When something seems possible, we stick together.

They were such curious agnies.

The Agnies had unique values and it was assumed that it was a good idea to carry what was important by hand or in charge.

He thought it was the same as dragging him to the ground to carry him on a trolley or something.

For this reason, all the items dedicated to the red sheath were bracketed on the cradle table and the cradle stick.

A lot of Agneys are going to split up and take it to the red sheath.

By contrast, the food that Agney and the others eat on the road doesn't have to be that careful.

Dragging it to the ground, but rolling it or whatever, meant it was mostly put on the trolley.

It is a delicacy created for Einfarble adventurers, which has been improved to keep going even in the wilderness.

It is, of course, Mizuhiko who has obtained this.

It was transported using a secret passage, dug out by Sathiko from the abandoned land to Einfabul.

It's an unusually fine tunnel just for what the coagulant Earthhiko dug, but unfortunately Agney and the others never saw it.

Or they don't really even want to go.

Agney doesn't really like the dark and the narrow.

Because I don't know if I should run away to Doc at some point.

I'd rather run and run than hide.

The Agnies love to run off to the rabbits.

Well, that's anyway.

The food that Agney and the others prepared was in considerable quantities.

If you stop at Eltovael or Tuhiko, it will take Agney and the others a whole day to reach the red sheath.

Then you'll be staying overnight somewhere on the road.

On the road to the red sheath is literally a wasteland where no grass grows.

Whether you want to move on or sleep, it should be a pretty tough place.

In case you get lost, you can't even look for food.

This journey to service is quite an adventure.

In addition to the food, Agney and the others prepared a variety of things.

Rain feathers on the seat for when it rains.

Charcoal on firestone to start a fire, a simple stove for outdoor use.

A pan that can be used to protect yourself or to cook.

And, Scop.

Scop was a recommendation for Eltovael.

They say it's an all-purpose tool that can dig holes, punch and poke.

Once upon a time there was a mercenary who destroyed an enemy squadron with a single scoop, and Eltovael was eager to talk about its usefulness.

I was looking into the person because I was interested in everything, and I was impressed to see a really great professional job.

Of course, Agney and the others didn't really understand such a difficult story, so they had a decent face.

There are many Agnies running around the trolley loaded with a lot of luggage.

It was Mark who called me, the elder, who ran there.

Agney, who was overseeing food and other preparations, waves loudly when she notices it.

"Elder! This way!

"Oh, thank you!

As the elder approaches Agney, who raised his hand, he utters words of labor.

He was an elder running at quite a speed, but his breath didn't seem to be lifting much.

Agney, who specializes in running, is very good at running.

"What do you say, get ready?"

"It's all over! Now you can always do it."

To the elder's inquiry, director Agney strained his chest.

Agney and the others are still running busy around, but if you look good, you can see they haven't done anything else.

A busy atmosphere makes me run out for now, which is what makes Agney so special.

The elder nods satisfactorily at the answer he returns, waving his fist up and declaring.

"All right, you're all set! Have lunch as planned and perform the departure ceremony! Everybody get ready!

"Cool!

"Ooh!

"Hang in there!

To the elder's hanging, the agneys around him also raised their voices loudly.

The voice goes in chains more and more, resounding throughout the settlement.

As I signaled it, Agney and the others in charge began to prepare for lunch and departure.

I don't know if these are practical or not. The speed of transmission is arguably unique to Agney.

"Once we've had dinner, we're finally leaving."

The elder looked smug and squeaked so.

A small journey towards the source of the red sheath is about to begin.

I didn't expect to be reunited with the world at this time.

Agney and the others had no dreams.