Seiun wo Kakeru

The Ages, who left the village of Tal, once again became people on board.

The ship was proceeding lightly.

The sails are swollen with enough wind to keep forwarding forcefully.

Unlike the short journey from the village of Siena to the village of Tal, today it is a long voyage.

Between his arrival in the village of Mostri, he also had bare streets through the three villages.

It was the advice of Girolamo, the village chief in the village of Tal, that those villages had no such characteristics and had no taste due to the transaction.

From Girolamo himself, it takes the form of giving priority to the interests of the Ages, even though it would be more helpful in the transaction if the village flourished in the immediate vicinity.

That was a thankful story.

Even though it is necessary to spread iron tools, it is not necessary to negotiate directly with all villages.

It would be more efficient to advertise at intervals, with rumors spreading like ripples.

The sight seen from the ship is monotonous.

Though it had a fresh flavor to do something I wasn't used to at first, it also bores me with boulders when all the same sights lasted for hours.

Age had a blurry view of the direction of travel and had occasionally modified the direction of travel with an oar.

We were leaving early in the morning, but the day is already leaning west.

According to information from Girolamo, it is time to reach the village of Mostri.

Fernando, standing on the bow, seemed to have found something.

"Whoa! Age, look at that. Isn't that the village of Mostri?

"Which is it?

"Can't you see at this distance? You're a little blind. [M] Just a little closer and you'll see. It's so homelike."

The tip Fernando pointed to is still small and cannot be blurred and crisp.

People on this island have too good eyes, don't they?

Age leaks a bitter smile.

Blacksmiths who look directly at the flames often hurt their eyes.

Fortunately, Age never had a genetically weak eye, but still began to work as a blacksmith, with a slight loss of vision.

But even without it, the people of the village of Siena clearly have excellent eyesight.

Sometimes I guess it's called a hunter, such as Mike, but even someone who clearly has excellent eyesight and night vision and Age only looks like a rice grain can be surprised to say Zubari who is visiting.

After a while, I also found out what Fernando was saying to Age.

"Isn't this all brick...?

"Oh...... I wonder how skilled and how many people in the village of Mostri can do this."

"There's a lot of difference between villages."

"I've only been to Tal Village at best, so I'm shocked to be honest with you."

At the end of his sight, there was a line of brick houses.

Moreover, there are not only bungalows, but even two floors.

The bricks illuminated by the sunset were more reddish in colour, beautiful in appearance and beauty.

Beautiful, I thought.

What Age knows about European buildings is basically brick construction.

However, the village of Siena had many wooden houses.

The few exceptions were the blacksmith and the village chief Bona's house, which was made of stone, but still uses mud walls in part. Age also reinforced the holes vacant in her home with clay at first.

The village of Tal is mostly mud walled.

It was due to the lack of carpenters with superior skills like Fernando.

Then how many excellent carpenters is the village of Mostri?

I could see the delicate skin eye of a beautiful brick wall from a distance.

The houses stand side by side at equal intervals and there seems to be no slight disturbance.

Fernando was breathtaking and watching the town with a flashy look like he'd forgotten everything.

Are you looking back at the work you have done?

I wonder how shocked it was.

A fist gripped, trembling in small pieces.

Age, who saw it, turned away gently.

"Why don't we just park the boat and go to the village?

"... right. I still can't believe what I'm seeing."

"And so am I."

Age parked the ship and headed with Fernando to the village of Mostri.

up riverside gravel and walk through the grassland.

From the riverside to the village, he glanced at some of them, and no road had been made.

Other than the road, grass grows with as much waist as it does, obstructing passage.

Walking along the riverside, the trail was found and it was easier to walk along the way.

And I can't believe the sight in my eyes.

"What...? Mr. Fernando, it's paved with cobblestone."

"Awesome. How many people can you use to do this?

"Didn't you know?

"I don't know. Somehow, you're starting to get scared of seeing people when you see something like this. Don't be ridiculous."

"No, that would be fine"

"I don't know. They might laugh that roads and houses stink of old."

Fernando had blued his face slightly.

Obviously he seemed distracted by the sight in front of him.

As for Age, knowing modern Japanese life, it was certain that they were both behind.

There is, however, some confusion about the small disparities between the villages, albeit on the same island.

Why is there so much difference in technology?

I thought I'd like to hear more about it.

The cobblestone path gives you a much firmer feel back on your feet than the dirt road.

The road had trenches for carriages, and drainage routes were equipped to meet considerable technical standards.

Even on a rainy day, the wheels won't be muddled.

Even in the village of Siena, which uses hand-held cars, the effect would be immense.

It will not be possible to introduce it immediately, but nevertheless Slowly wants to lay cobblestone pavement roads in the village of Siena as well.

As Age walked down the road admirably, Fernando stopped at the fence.

Next door is a brick house.

Staring jizzily at the wall, Fernando did not move like he had been nailed.

"What's up?

"No, this building, it's subtly different from the way I know it."

"Really?

"Oh. I'm changing the way stones are assembled by the steps. If the lower step is short, the upper step is longer. But this building alternates long and short on the same steps. Long bricks, short bricks are coming in order."

"Which is better?

"... well. I've only been imitating the ways of the great predecessors. I'd like to give it a try..."

As Fernando approaches the house, he touches the petapetta and the brick.

Try roaring hard, changing the angle and looking at the whole building, and there's no room for observation.

But as for Age watching it on the side, even though she knew how it felt, she wasn't thankful.

Because it might end sometime.

It's hand-held, and I was embarrassed if anyone saw me.

"Is it time to look for the village chief's house?

"Yeah, that's probably there for sure. It's the biggest two-story building I've ever seen, and there's a carriage warehouse next door."

"I see."

"So why don't you let me go on for a bit longer?

"No, no, let me talk to the village chief and let him look into the house, too."

"So is that. You said something very good now."

Fernando agrees with Age's proposal with a cowardly attitude.

When you drink alcohol and when you touch new architectural techniques, you seem to lose your usual calm.

This is a caution in the future.

Wanting to see it any sooner, Age turned to the village chief's house and thoughtfully the building, grinning bitterly at Fernando for his attitude that seemed to run out now.

The man who came out was a beautiful, big eyed man with blonde blue eyed nostrils.

Fernando is also a beautiful man in the village of Siena competing for one or two, but in front of this village mayor it was enough to be sumptuous.

Beautiful outfits would also play a role in making such an impression.

It was a surprisingly luxurious cotton shirt with hemp chocks and hemp trousers, how cool it was.

The man named Age and Fernando as they exchanged hard handshakes, sparkling white teeth.

"Hey, you've come a long way. You're welcome. I am the great mayor of the village of Mostri, the clown who is the grandson, the son of the great clown, and the clown who now heads the village."

"I'm Age, a blacksmith from the village of Siena."

"Fernando. He is the dealer and carpenter of the village of Siena. Thank you very much for welcoming us despite this sudden visit. I cannot thank Mr. Clown enough for his generosity. I'm sorry to be so quick, but may I just put my stuff away?

"Oh, I hope you don't mind. By the way, the name Clown is Raid Name. It might be tricky, but give me a break. Because it was the villagers' decision to never forget the great achievements of my grandfather and my father. Call me Clown III if you want."

Explain as the clown moves his body with Kunechne. Very beautiful, but the move is somewhat feminine.

It was outside the house that they were guided.

"Actually, unlike other villages, visitors in this village have a dedicated home. You may be confused at your own discretion, but I think it's excellent safety and quite comfortable. I want you to feel safe."

It was the house right next door that the clown led us to. It was a little smaller than the village chief's house, but still two floors large enough.

The right end of the ground floor is a carriage yard, with an intersection called the front door to the left.

"Come on, then. I want you to leave your stuff here and come back when you get some rest. Welcome."

Clown leaves the room, Age and Fernando breathe.

No longer was I too surprised to only sigh.

He said, "This is for the guests."

"Don't be too different from ours... haha, you can only laugh"

Age puts her luggage in the chest and looks around the room.

The room was clean and spacious.

large armored doors will be provided and very bright during the day

Also, the candlestick was filled with oil, and it seemed possible to stay awake until late at night.

Again, the beds were beds, not floors.

On a bed made of wood, surprisingly, a cotton futon is laid.

Age's been spending nearly a year, and I'm going to figure out the price a little bit.

If you think with that feeling, how luxurious is it to use enough cotton to become a futon?

Just thinking makes my head crisp.

I didn't expect to use all that stuff for guests that don't come every day.

"Age, I'm getting really scared."

"Me too......"

The two of them even remembered the horror in the status quo, which they can no longer but admire.