Chapter 327: 327 Episode 239: Gathering of the Three Great Guild Chiefs

"It was well connected in the basement,"~☆ Sea☆"

Marsha is showing a proud face in Talai.

an evening on which the sun is setting

When Marsha was brought into Delia, I wondered what was going on, but she said she had swam to the 42nd leg.

He swam through the long-suspicious course, proving his inference that the sea was connected outside the 42nd leg, which had been nothing but speculation.

It looks rather wild, with numerous scratches and cuts on the white-fish skin.

"But in order for the ship to pass through, I might have to break down the cave wall ☆"

"How deep was it?"

"I don't mind that. I don't think they'll run aground even if they charge in the middle of the night ☆

"You don't have to go on such a reckless adventure,"

The sea, which stretches northwest of All Bloom, curves sharply to avoid the Thirty-sixth leg and reaches the thirty-seventh leg in the northeast.

The 36 wards were badly located, weren't they? There's a little mountain behind the outer wall, a little more inland than the two neighboring wards.

He said he found a "suspicious current" a little off the route to the 37th leg. 　It seemed to be a dead end at the back of a cave, leading into a great cliff rising on the coast.

Marsha felt for the cave, which no one used to care about.

After I once said that there should be a channel underneath the cliffs of the 42 wards on the basis of salmon, Marsha was looking around for a stream of water to lead to it.

and predicted the location of the channel leading from the current to the Forty-second Ward, and when the cave was suspicious, Marsha glared that the sea was still going on.

Marsha actually swam through a loophole in the back of the cave and discovered the channel to the 42nd leg.

That's tenacious.

"The Forty-Fifth is not in a low position, but in a high position."

According to Marsha's story, the 42nd leg is not in a place like 0 meters above sea level.

I had always been going uphill to the thirty-fifth leg of the harbour, and I thought the forty-second leg was in a low position, but apparently it was not.

"If the 42 wards were lower than the sea, seawater would flow in from around the 37 wards and submerge ☆ That port wouldn't have such a big breakwater ☆"

Well, I see.

All Bloom seems to be the highest city on this continent, Galair Bloom, and the road from the harbour to the town gate in the 35th leg is uphill.

That being said, it doesn't seem like there's a tens of meters difference in height.

...I feel like I'm looking at a trick painting. I don't think I can understand it well unless you show me a three‐dimensional model.

"I think we need to break down the cave wall to build a tunnel through which ships can pass, and also a lighthouse ☆

"It's going to be quite important,"

Estella breaks into a cold sweat over an overly grand project.

I'm afraid a great deal of money will blow away.

"We'll have carpenters in my thirty-fifth leg work on the tunnel and the harbor." It's profitable, albeit a little, and I can't do it without that much return."

"Well... Oira, I wanted to make a lighthouse..."

A woman is gnashing her teeth frustratedly.

He likes new technologies and things like that, too... Why does living in 42 wards infect company animals?

"The carpenters of the thirty-five wards are professionals in port construction and maintenance. I'd be happy if you could absorb a lot of things."

Estella followed him up, but Umaro was unable to look straight at Estella, so he remained in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

You look like a sulking kid.

"Instead, we're going to have sewage drawn to the thirty-five wards, so do your best there."

"Yes, sir," I really like the toilets in Estella's house. I'm looking forward to it now."

"Well, well, I'll do my best to live up to your expectations..."

"Why are you turning this way, Mr. Fox?"

Umaro seems to be a little Lucian.

I don't think beetles or stag beetles were that bad.

Well, that's how we walk around during the day and talk to each other, and now we're having a meeting again at the Yangtari-tei.

I've been seeing Estella and Lucia for a long time.

Gilberta and Natalia are back in their respective palaces.

Lucia will be staying at Estella's house today, and she's getting ready for it.

Gilberta returns once and comes back to the 42nd leg. Poor thing!

"Ah... I'm tired now."

Estella raises her arms and bends her thin chest.

I'm sure I'll make a noise. Are you old?

"... I'm sorry, it's gentle."

"You haven't said anything?"

"You were thinking about it anyway, weren't you, talking about Jiro? You can tell by his face."

"Oh ☆ You can't tell unless you see her face, Estella?"

"You don't have to look at me. Jillo thinks about his breasts for most of course.

"Rust in the sea breeze, anchovies."

It's a terrible.

I didn't think about breast milk this time.

Come on. I'm only going to think about breast milk from now on! I'm not going to think about it!

"But now, I'm sure you'll have a stiff shoulder,"

said the H-cup. I'm sure you'd be fine if you hung such a fine thing.

"I don't think so~"

The F-cup says in water.

Thanks to buoyancy, I'm sure.

"I've been doing it all these days,"

It's not true, it's barrier-free around the breast.

"It's an occupational disease of the lord. All I can say is get used to it. I'm a good fit, too."

Not really, the range of error.

If you lie on your back, you'll soon be gone, won't you?

It's a lump that disappears as soon as I put it in my mouth~" It's a lump that disappears as soon as I put it in my mouth.

"It's noisy, Jillo," Even if you don't say anything, your face is noisy."

Hmm. He's a man who cares about every little thing.

You must be irritated because you don't have time to spare.

"A little hearted fellow... no, a flat-chested fellow."

"Why did you say it again!? It's a completely different!"

a fool'sMy heart is in my heart.

Therefore, a flat-chested guy has a small heart and naturally a small heart.

They say turtles grow to fit the size of the aquarium.

"He's like a turtle,"

"What?! I don't understand at all since it'said he.

He must be tired.

Estella squeals like a turtle.

`Why, the tortoise squeals!'

"""Yashiro, you must be tired ☆"""

"Shall I eat something sweet? Oh, shall I tell the manager?"

"Delia, you just want to eat yourself, don't you? But good, sweet stuff. I want to eat it too~☆

"All right! I'll tell you!"

Delia walks into the kitchen ignoring me.

Jeanette is now cooking dinner for a group of construction workers in Newtown.

"But Umaro skips and goes all the way to the Yodomari-tei..."

"It was Mr. Jiro who called me because I wanted to have a meeting!"

"Will you come because you're called? Normal?"

"You come when you're called, don't you?"

A woman speaks out in a woman speaks right.

He's a dull fellow.

"Guys, how about a doughnut?"

Jeanette brings a pile of doughnuts into a big tray.

With Delia with her sparkling eyes behind her.

"Well, let me take a rest. Won't you join me in eating ginepu?"

"I still have some training,"

"I'll help you later, so you can eat it, too.

"Yasilo, are you going to help me? Then I'm relieved."

What? I was just going to help you arrange the food, but I feel like I've had a tremendous expectation.

"Excuse me, next door,"

"Ah, oh,"

Hand over the tray to Delia and bring me a chair.

With Umaro, Estella, Lucia, Delia and Marsha were across the table, but Jeanette naturally came in towards us.

Well, is it appropriate considering the population density? and so on.

"Mr. Jiro,"

Jeanette turns her body towards me, clenches her fists with both hands and makes a strong appeal.

"I want Yashiro to eat his best work."

That's what I was offered...

"... meat bun?"

"Yes! It's the most fluffy fabric ever!"

...what about doughnuts?

No, it's okay.

Then I stopped Jeanette, who was going back to the kitchen, right?

But he kept a meat bun in his doughnut... What? Was it a prerequisite to be stopped?

No, I don't mind, but...

I mean, I felt something like that. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

last night

After Estella and the people of the Forty-two wards left, Jeanette stopped me from sleeping... or, to be exact, she said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Then I've been making it all morning.

Apple candy was mastered early, and meat buns are now in the trial and error phase of Jeanette's style.

I wonder how many pieces of meat I have today.

You looked mature making fried takoyaki in the morning, didn't you?

Well, I just couldn't make it even though I wanted to because I was laying the dough down.

Also, it seems that they wanted to make fried takoyaki fresh from their memory.

Of all the new menus I learned this time, they seem to have a strong attachment to meat buns, and they seem to put a lot of effort into it.

I guess that means they were happy with the surprise. It may be a reaction to your confinement, but...

Oh, my God, Jeanette is into China these days.

If things go on like this, it will be a Chinese restaurant, Yodamari-tei.

Next time I'll teach you katsudon, and so on.

"Yes. It's delicious."

"...hew,"

Jeanette wriggles happily and makes a small guts pose, wondering if something is wrong with her.

But there won't be a "whack." I think it's okay to say "OK" or "I did it," isn't it?

Well, Jeanette won't say, "Okay, here we go!"

"Now dinner is all right for you under construction."

"Is it a meat bun?"

"Yes. I'm also going to bring Mapo tofu."

It's Chinese!?

It's a mobile Chinese restaurant!?

Then at least I should have made a Chinese dress... ...the ultimate Chinese dress with bright white thighs peeping through the chest and slits as cut as large as an eagle...I regret it.

"Well, Jeanette. Why don't you at least try a dumpling hairstyle?"

"Dango... Are you going to stick it on a skewer in three circles?"

"Did you imagine that!"

I can't believe I imagined a skewer with a dumpling head... a skewer on the back of my head... That's interesting, though. A regular dumpling head with two circles on top of it would be cuter.

Imagine Jeanette's dumpling head.........it's pretty good, isn't it?

Jeanette doesn't put her hair up very often, but the nape she showed when wearing yukata was a first-class item and she probably had a dumpling head.

An unusual hairstyle tickles my heart, doesn't it?

"Darling! You need Atashi!"

Dobadang!

The door opens with a rough noise. be attacked by Medra . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."I came running to help Darling!"

It's been a long time since I saw a medra close by, but I don't think I've got a lot of eyes on it's been a while since I saw it.

I feel like my eyesight is getting worse every second.

I mean, what's that head?

Medra usually wears long white hair tied in two at the shoulder and a cute red ribbon, but today she's raising her knot considerably up to see what's gone wrong.

It's a hairstyle called pigtails.

"What a joke is that hairstyle, Medra?"

"Oh, darling! It's like a gentleman to be the first to notice a woman's hairstyle and praise her."

"No, I'm not complimenting you,"

"You don't have to say it. It's written on your face".

"What? They said, "I've started chilling it."

"I was like, 'Today's Medra is cute, I want to be married!'"

"That's because you've lost your eyesight or it's an error in 'Forced Translation Magic.'"

Who do you wish to marry?

"Isn't it cute?"

"Hair style".

That's why the overstout face underneath is full of discomfort.

It looks like a bad picture. He looked as if he had taken advantage of a magical girl's hairstyle to win the championship at the end of the century.

"Ah... Darling said he was cute... and he might parade from the thirty-fifth to forty-second leg."

"Medra, that's business interference."

I used Wendy and her to instill the image of "wedding is wonderful!" but if you parade, it would be like a night of the devil. It's obvious that the hunting guilds will come with them anyway. Don't involve me in such a magical march.

"Anchovy, is there anything you can do?"

"Look at things more flatly, you know. and then you'll find the truth that comes to mind."

Why do you think I'm not late at night...

"Yaho☆ You look well, Medora Mama☆"

"Huh? ...what, were you there too, sea-fishing?"

"Yeah, I was there~"

"You look as disgraceful as ever,"No, women don't cool their stomachs."

They don't seem to get along well.

The guild chiefs of major guilds may not be getting along well with each other.

"But this is Yashiro's favorite outfit~"

"Send a scallop to Atashi, too.

"Hey Medra, that's terrorism!"

"Well... I guess the only thing I have now is shijimi ☆"

"Shijimi..."

"Don't worry, Medora!"

"...yes, yes,"

"None!"

Marsha makes fun of Medora and laughs like crazy.

What's wrong with you? You're close, aren't you?

Shijimi interferes with me by force.

And then...

The door of Yodamari-tei slowly opens.

"...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh, I'm back now..."

a few minutes to be late from the medra

Magda came back to the Yomari-tei, dripping with sweat. I don't feel comfortable.

"...Medra Mama... She's fast."

I can't believe that Magda is so exhausted... Medra, how fast have you been running? Bucket... Oh, I can't believe it.

"... palm-ro......hugging."

With his arms outstretched, Magda slowly walks towards me.

I'll stand up, pick you up and lift you up.

You did a great job... I'm sorry I forced the devil on you.

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I didn't expect it to come faster than a carriage without a carriage.

"Darling, hold him!"

"Sorry. I can't carry anything heavier than a minicar."

You're not big enough to hold me, are you?

"Do you want to keep the beast to yourself, anchovy?"

"It's a big one over there, so you can take it home.

It's too much for us to handle.

"Hmm! Darling's Teru, Le, Ya, San ☆"

Oh, yes. That's all right, just be quiet.

... well, even if it's the same ☆, I wonder if the person who utters it will change this much just by uttering it is different.

There's a difference between recovery magic and instant death magic, isn't there?

"And Darling," Do you mean distribution?"

I had Magda deliver a letter addressed to Medra during the day.

So I guess they understand the big picture.

The Achilles heel of BU is distribution.

scratch it around for negotiation

... Huh? Oh, it's a negotiation, isn't it?

It's a bit one-sided.

"But besides that, I would like to ask you a favor."

"...can I bake Darling's rib roast every morning?"...pops."

"How can you eat such a heavy thing in the morning?"

"Also, perhaps I said it with the intention of ""every morning, your miso soup~"" but it was just rib roast, so I almost felt like my meat might be grilled for a moment."

Hey, there's no ribulose on my body.

"Jillo! Shall I grill salmon every morning?"

"No, that's enough,"

"I will curse you foul every morning,"

"What, Lucia? Is that for breakfast?"

"... Magda wants to eat delicious food every morning."

"It's just hope!? Me too!"Seriously, there's a lot of people riding on Medra because she says something interesting.

I don't have time to worry about it all. There's no sign of it.

"Well, I think I'll grill scallops every morning~"

"Which scallop?"

"You're eating too much, Jillo."

"...that's not scallops in it."

"It's not so interesting, is it?"

What are you saying, Delia? It's very interesting!

"Hmm! She's as loose as ever, sea-fishing! Don't try to ward off Atashi'said she.

"Hmm~☆ I'd think about it if it was Medra Mama Da-lin."

The top two giant guilds that underpin All Bloom's foundation glare at each other.

But I can't help worrying about the contents of the scallops rather than that.

"Womaro. I like shellfish columns, don't I?

"I hope you don't get involved in that story.

As I was fiddling with the womalo, looking at the sparking two guild lengths, a meat bun came out in front of me.

"Mr. Jiro, go ahead."

Jeanette says quietly.

You just ate it, but you want me to eat it again?

When he looked at the meat bun, he saw on the cloth the words 'Please confess.' ...what?

"I tried writing with a hot iron skewer."

"Why?"

"Actually, the Sister said that it would be nice if there were church-like foods, so I tried and tested to see if there was anything church-like about it. What do you think?"

Well... Jeanette.

"It's kind of hard to eat."

"…, right?" That's what I felt, too."

Or you gave it to me with the intention of asking me to confess completely.

Don't use it like an email emoji.

"So, Jiro, can I get back to you?"

Estella's voice braces the air, which had suddenly begun to loosen.

Yes, I don't have time to play.

Now I'm serious...

"Think about scallop columns..."

"I'll stab you,"

"I'd like to ask Medra something."

Estella's eyes are so serious that she talks seriously.

I can do it seriously if I want to.

"I'd like to build a port in Forty-two Ward, and will you send some guards during the work?"

"You want me to protect those who work in the woods from the beasts,"

"Oh, yes,"

be quick to understand

Building a port would be as much or more of a project than building a street gate.

Naturally, the construction period will be extended accordingly.

Moreover, the work site is in the woods where demons roam.

Tight security is required.

"What are you going to do after the construction is done? You're going to build a guard in the forest, aren't you?"

`You needn't worry about it!'

Imelda opened the door of the Yangtari-tei as if she had been waiting.

From behind, Javier appears, shaking his huge bear-like body.

"Why, have you called Stewart, too? He's free, isn't he?"

"Why, this is my business. Medra seems to stay away from work by putting her in a palm-ro."

Men and women of the same age fight back and forth.

Don't feel as small as a standing bar when you get all these guys together.

You're taking too much space.

"Long Medra Guild," No, shall I call you Miss Medra?"

"I don't care what you call me, Stewart's daughter." Did you say Imelda?"

"Well, Miss Medra,"

"It's brave of you to make a questionable,"

Medra grabs Imelda by the head and caresses her as if to rip it off.

Imelda's head shakes.

"Hey Medra. Don't bully me with my cute Imelda."

"What is bullying?" Don't you think you're doing it out of love? This girl looks just like the old Atashi."

"Medra, that's terrible!"

"Shady bullies..."

"Dad... Waxi, I've lost my hope of life..."

"Hahaha! Young people like jokes!"

What makes it seem like a joke?

He looks like Medra's younger days... that's more than enough to lose sight of the future.

"And now that the Woodman is here, will he cultivate the forest?"

"Oh, only a part of it,"

"Without the forest the beast wouldn't come near... it wouldn't be sweet, but certainly it would be safer than in the forest."

"I'm also going to buy some stones to ward off evil animals. by Lucia's hand."

"I have decided to introduce you to the stonemasons involved in the construction of the harbour in the Thirty-Fifth Ward."

"Well, considering the depth and topography of the sea, I think you can come to the city gate by boat ☆"

"So I'm thinking of building a harbor as close as possible to the outer wall and diverting the effect of keeping away evil animals from the outer wall."

What Estella has just compiled is the result of discussions since Marsha came.

"But, Jillo,"

Javier creases between his eyebrows as he picks a doughnut.

"Can you build a harbor in a place surrounded by cliffs and woods? I don't think you can cut a cliff so much."If you sharpen the cliff, you will surely get complaints from the 30th leg.

The road on which peddlers drive is likely to be shattered. Even so, the subsidence of the ground sinkage is scary.

So I'm going to keep my play to a minimum.

"The new port will be much smaller than the 37th leg."

"Is that all right? We're going to lose profits, Jiro."

"We have no interest in the harbor," If you can get enough fish to consume within the forty-two wards, you'll be spared."

"Well... I still don't understand what Jiro is thinking."

"Well, Mr. Javier... talking to me?"

Javier questions me while listening to Estella's explanation.

Are you a woman?

"Oh, I'm sorry," I thought it would be Jillo who would come up with these things anyway."

"Well, that's right,"

We are not thinking of taking profits from ports in the 35th and 37th wards.

All we want now is the fact that there is a port.

So, as Estella said, the amount of sea fish that can be caught cheaply in the 42 wards is enough.

Assent is likely to interrupt, but that's another story.

"But the lords of the Thirty-ninth and Thirty-eighth wards are likely to complain that Ricardo and Ambrose are good." for they profit from being 'passed'."

Javier says, not eating too much and taking a step back.

There are no tolls, but there are benefits that can be gained by peddling guilds coming and going.

Well, that's all right.

"If you two blackmail him, he'll be silent."

He points to Javier and Medra.

By the way, even Marsha is perfect.

"Haha! Well, certainly,"

"But it's not smart," It's not his taste, is it?"

"I can help you~"~☆ I'm glad it's easier to come to the 42 wards☆"

"Don't make me sweet, sea-fishing! Darling! Do you want me to live in the Forty-second Ward?"

"That's enough of a joke, Medra,"

If I keep you tied to the street gate, you might be able to ward off evil animals, but I'll never sleep in peace.

"I suppose the Eagle will build a temporary residence in Forty-second Ward,"

"Dad... I'll cut you off,"

"What!? No, Imelda! The Eagle wants to stay by her side even a little... Oh, she's very affectionate!"

"By the way, Javier. Where would you like to build a villa?"

"Of course it's New Town!"

"Mr. Jiro, I have a rude and unfamiliar uncle."Oh, knock it out."

"Oh, no!? No, Imelda! Jillo, do something unnecessary at a bad time...!"

Don't lay the blame for your perverted behavior on me.

"The eagle, of course, will build a villa by Imelda! For example... Oh yeah! Church! Let's build a villa by the church!"

"There are a lot of young girls there, too... ...just Demily."

"Imelda, stop cursing your scalp!"

It's very popular even though you're not here.

"...when this case is over, there will be no increase in the number of inhabitants in the 42 wards?"

Estella says nasty things.

If all these thick people move in... ...I might run away. into a safe zone

"Uh-huh. It's going to be lively."

Jeanette is very welcome, but... it's not "fun," it's "noisy."

I hear the door open in the noise of such a noisy crowd.

All at once shut up and look at the open door.

"Mr. Estella. I received a letter from BU."

Standing there was Natalia with an unusually serious face.

He's seriously moving around as the head waiter today.

"Perhaps the same letter has been delivered to our ward. I don't mind if you show me, Estella."

"Yes, of course,"

Estella opens the letter and looks in with Lucia.

and--

"Yasilo".

"Huh?"

"It was written exactly as I expected,"

"I see. Well, I guess so."

The letter is a summons the day after tomorrow.

Appear at the lord's residence in the twenty-ninth district and listen to the notice from BU. That's what it is about it.

And at the end, there was a sentence.

It was easy to imagine what they would naturally suggest, given the conditions for their advantage.

"No one but those who have an invitation is allowed to enter the lord's residence."

Only the lord and the head waiter were invited.

If Lucia thinks the same, only four people have been called.

In other words -- '

"Don't bring me Obajillo,"

That's what it is.

Like Javier before, so did Donis... he often talks to me when he talks about something.

It meant that they recognized that "it was Obajillo at the center of the chain of events," and that even a new lord, like Donnis, thought and responded accordingly, that my existence was quite remarkable.

I'm sure the 'BU' guys who were watching Tracy and Donnis's movements would have thought.

"Oba palmillo is a nuisance."

"Well, if it weren't for anchovies, would you say we'd both be insignificant? You licked us licked. Oh, Estella.""Well, but..."

Estella looks complicated at this predictable development.

"I can't help but fear the surprise that my prediction was right, and that the situation was too much as Jillo had told me."

Estella looks at me as if I were a cursed god.

He seems to be thinking about whether to enshrine it or not.

"That's all right, isn't it?" We're on our side now. All you have to do is make full use of what is available. Work like a horse-drawn horse, anchovy."

"As long as it benefits me,"

Estella distorts her lips to the expression "now on her side."

with a smile -- not with a smile

"... while we're off guard, it's Jiro who's going to snatch the most profit... Lucia, you're still too lenient..."

Sighing words were exhaled out of Lucia's ear.

Marsha is rolling around laughing at the word.

"And Estella,"

Lucia points to New Town, which is feared even to Estella.

"With this in mind, I'm glad I didn't waste what I'm preparing now."

"Well, well... let's look at the situation positively now."

Estella glares at me just in case.

I don't think I've done anything. a heartbreaking fellow

"Well, gentlemen," Let's go and deliver dinner to the carpenters on that important mission."

clap one's hands and Jeanette stands up

Outside the window was a bright red sky. It's long overdue.

Jeanette may have been searching for a break in the conversation.

"I'm going to get ready.

Jeanette runs happily to the kitchen.

After seeing it off, Estella and I will stand up.

Well, that's right.

When I'm ready to carry the food, shall I go to encourage you?

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