Chapter 375

Chapter 375: educated

Today was the day to go to the blacksmith thinking seriously about helping Mr. Jackie, and Mr. Jackie was on the big hammer, thick axe, and canna finish.

… sooner. Too soon.

“That’s an order from Gort, right?

“Ooh, Bo. That’s true.”

“Why are you already made…”

“Dan did it for me.”

“I don’t care if you say you did it”

Would a furnace or tool itself be the same but be able to do so fast?

… or so I thought, Mr. Jackie seeded it.

“That guy quickly picked a piece of crap that could be reused in the scum iron storage area behind me. You know, crap from earlier generations can be rolling.”

“Oh, I can’t believe you keep it like that. It’s really crap.”

There’s no such thing as a living mineral vein. Around the polka, iron products can’t always be handled in a broken way.

It is common sense that scum iron will be picked up for some money if you take it to a blacksmith, as it can often be useful when hitting other things.

Nevertheless, scum iron varies in quality and size. It can be used just now, but many of them are still dead because they mix crude or inexperienced mysterious metals.

A collection of those is certainly on the back of the blacksmith. I used to make it a playground and my mother used to piss me off.

… That kind of old crap looked like a treasure to a kid.

But surely the keel we were looking for treasure with got cocky and stuck in the crap and bloody, and that turned my mother bright blue.

My father said it was easy to “put it in the Spirit Springs like that and it’ll heal soon,” but my mother remembered apologizing to Keel’s parents and knocking him out and making the collection “off-limits,” Andy.

Anyway.

“I used to look for someone who could use it like this…”

Basically, it was just like garbage. The guy who can use it will reprocess it into a product, which won’t change Jackie’s bill.

“I’m surprised by the boulders, too. I thought I was looking for a little gushy, so I picked up a few things, and then I beat up a little with Cancun, and I thought I could get high.”

“So this is what happens…”

The carpentry tools Mr. Jackie is putting on and facing the grip just look brand new, no matter how you look at it.

“Dwarves are often said to be gods on this road, but it’s true. It’s a good idea. It feels like they’re showing you different dimensions.”

“Absolutely…”

“… Peter Boy will be looking forward to it”

“Oh, no, no, maybe Grandpa Dan’s just too expert for real.”

I rush off the soggy expectation that Peter will still overtake me from among my children. Yeah, not all taste is everything.

We’re almost done with Gort’s carpentry tools, so all we have to do is wait for the dragon flight to arrive and let Boyd and Rants take it.

… That’s right, there’s Boyd too, right now.

I’m glad you came as an assistant personnel, but Mr. Hilda’s story suggests that Secret Service Chief Becker and General Tori are almost healed, and I wonder what they’re doing now.

I thought… so I turned my foot out of town and it was still moistened by Angelos.

“No, more backswing. Take it big! Get in the mood! Turning the motion down like I did is after you can shoot me firmly!

“Ha, ha!

“Hang up!”

“Ugh, yuck!

“What a voice like that kid’s little game! Speak with all your might from the bottom of your belly!

“Ugh!

… Boyd was a big wooden sword and was kind of forced to hang a huge swing along with his voice.

“What are you doing…?

Slowly approaching, Zazaza and the snow surface rough out of the tip of the sword on Boyd’s several loud claps, the snow turning into a white pillar blowing up and moving on.

“Shockwave…?

“Oh, Andy. See?”

“I saw it… but I can really put it out there”

I was impressed.

Even that Aurora managed to master being taught by two old men, Angelos and Bonaparte, but it’s not been a year since Boyd started training martial arts to do this?

“I finally get it out five times a day. I haven’t figured out how to get in the mood yet, so I shake it over and over again, and it looks like I’m finally getting it out when my head turns white.”

“Man, I’m more tired than I thought I’d do my best to swing…”

“That’s training, too. The Iwagami Labyrinth will take half a day to break through. You can’t wait for a rock doll to say you’re tired. I’ve never had more swords than one.”

“Ugh, ouch.”

Boyd follows Angelos’ advice and returns to practice shockwave firing again.

“Speaking of which, Angelos used to shake his body all he could until a little while ago,”

“Yeah. Well, I was able to shoot with that, and I didn’t feel the need to punch it in too much detail… but I did run into a lot of phases on that journey. It’s better to be as aggressive as Mr. Deane. I knew it would be advantageous in action.”

“That’s amazing around there where you can really improve things. Angelos is…”

“Aurora’s working harder these days with more Special Attacks and a change of style.”

“No, no. You’re not losing. And Angelos.”

I stroke my head shabby and my hair is a little messy today with a single knot around the middle of the ponytail and noodle.

Angelos didn’t jerk it off, he just turned his mouth into a letter to like a blindfold.

I’m halfway through time, so I’ll walk the town fluffy.

As for eating in a liquor store, I thought I would act thoughtfully in the afternoon… etc. I walked with my feet facing and came as close as I could to the church temple.

The temple is also close to the end of town. Baron’s mansion and hot springs must also be on the edge of town, but people don’t go in and out of the temple that often, whereas there are constant crowds there.

It’s about prayer and children’s studies.

It is only a town of such a size that there is such a great deal of school, otherwise it is the norm in the country for priests and children to be taught in church temples, both sides in their spare time.

I was made to study from my mother on top of that, but well, a normal house would be fine if I could read and write a whole lot, and throw a round at the priest.

And now its free time.

The Spring Festival is close, but that doesn’t require that much advance preparation. This is the time I’m supposed to be teaching my kids how to study this morning.

I get the feeling that I’m going to take a peek.

… It seems out of the question that an adult enters the study time in an urban school, but the country temple is yul, should be.

“All right, let’s get out of the way.”

Never mind, push the big door into the chapel.

Then there was an unexpected sight.

“Nine gold coins with a chunk of dried meat. Buy me six of those, and my mom gave me a hundred gold coins. Five of them were told to be pennies. Well, how many will I have to give back to your mother”

What a laurier to be teaching the kids sitting in a semicircular formation to study with a chalk in one hand.

“Mash-kun, think about it”

“Yes, Doctor! Give it extra – it’s your fault, so I’ll take the rest!

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“No. Think about it for a second…. Do you know Yuri?

“Eighteen for nine sheets, twenty-seven for nine sheets… Tasu… Ugh?

“Multiplication, tabulation, right?

“Uh…”

Laurier in a back outfit little different from the children she teaches.

Speaking one person at a time, she looks asleep as usual, but the atmosphere characteristic of adulthood, such as wonder and responsibility and motherhood, is firmly felt.

“Remember, the multiplication is from one to nine, and no matter how large the number, you’ll be able to do the calculation quickly, so let’s remember it firmly. Then I’ll review you today…”

To Laurier, who turned her back to write on the blackboard, one of the children stood up softly and turned sassy behind her with incredible sneaking feet.

And what a reach to the skirt.

… Oh, no. Isn’t he the kid Irina tried to turn before?

For a moment I wonder if I should raise my voice and pay attention, something incredible happens.

The child suddenly swooped into the air at the timing of whether or not to touch Laurier’s skirt.

“Wah!?

It was all the children and me in the chapel who raised their voices.

I mean, it’s flying near the ceiling!

… And I wonder if Laurier reached out in casual motion to a child falling out of his head, and the child who bounced again flies this time drawing a low parabola, circling his body and rolling a gollon on the floor.

“… no sexual harassment”

“Yes, stay…”

The kid rolled up to my feet and stopped, but luckily he hardly seemed injured.

“… Ah, your husband”

“Hey, Laurier.”

I wake up a kid and laugh.

… Actually, aren’t you scared of this kid like Angelos?

“Oh, it’s just Andy!

“It’s Doskebeandy! Girls, run! You’re gonna flirt with me!

And the kids are honest with me about the town’s appreciation of me.

“It’s a misunderstanding! I don’t give a damn about kids!

I protested.

“To Dr. Laurier, you’re a porn addict, aren’t you?

…………

I do, but I’m lost in explanation.

“I’m an adult.”

Laurier strained her chest.

“Kids.”

“You’re a child, right?”

“You only look like a child.”

“In this case, it’s important to know if you look like an adult.”

The kids are coming to do me and Laurier a lot of damage.

And Laurier.

“Shut up, you fucking kids”

I crisped with my sleepy eyes.

Bekiri’s sounding chalk and earlier shock footage of a flying child make the kids go to war.

Or even the kid who cries out impulsively.

So the priest jumped into the chapel listening to the noise from earlier.

“Hey, is something wrong!?

“No, nothing.”

Soothing Laurier.

Children who shake their heads in haste even when their gaze is turned to the priest.

… I don’t know, I’m kind of worried about Polka’s future.

(cont ‘d)