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Chapter 348




Chapter 348: 348
“Mr. Ashley, you just stared at Ciel.”\n
I’m not asking you anything, Mr. Ashley, but I’ll keep looking.
Ended because Ciel seemed depressed along the way.
I never had a voice, I just didn’t think I’d see it.
People have been asking me a lot, stroking me, and Ciel seemed to enjoy it.
We were baffled not only by Ciel but also by the new response.
“Exactly. I can’t predict that reaction.”
Mr. Druid smiles bitterly.
“Ivy.”
“Yeah.”
“Ivy is relieved to consult me thoroughly though. If anything happens in the future, we should talk about it immediately. Not just for me, but for Sola and the others.”
“Of course. I don’t have any knowledge or experience yet, so I don’t have to judge for myself.”
That’s all I can say with confidence.
Because I think it’s important to listen to a lot of opinions before thinking about them.
“You’re safe.”
Mr. Druid strokes his head gently.
“Yes, it’s time to go find out ‘fuzzy’. It’s about them. They’re getting back to me. Right?
“Mr. Ratlua, you’re early. Mr. Druid’s dads are fast.”
If you send a fax, Mr. Ratlua may get back to you about two days later.
The next quickest is Mr. Rattles’ family.
Captain Ogt relaxes and replies.
“Glad you’re worried.”
“Well, half of them are worried about Ivy.”
“Ahaha, I’ll write to Mr. Druid’s mother again.”
“Do that. My sister-in-law would love that.”
Head to the desk installed in the corner by a commercial guild.
“Welcome”
“I’m here to confirm ‘fuzz'”
Mr. Druid puts out the guild card.
An official woman checks the card and then brings a few pieces of paper from the shelf behind the desk.\n
“I’ll be here”
“Thank you. Can I get 10 sheets of dedicated paper?
“Okay, let me record it”
When the guild card records the handing over of 10 sheets of paper, a female employee hands the card over to Mr. Druid.
“Thank you”
“Thank you for your use”
The staff dedicated to fax in this village is very stiff.
I’m laughing at your expression, is it hard to handle?
“Read it here?
Shake your head at Mr Druid’s question.
I want to read it slowly.
“Let’s go back to the inn. What are you gonna do for dinner tonight? You said no to Mr. Chickal, didn’t you?
“Oh, I need a favor.”
“Yeah, what?
“I want a bowl of beef. I want six fruits on board.”
Six fruits?
Yeah, it was about the eggs.
In other words, he wants a bowl of beef.
That’s easy, so no problem.
I wonder if I need to buy the meat because it’s still there.
Later, I don’t have any eggs, so let’s buy them and go home.
Oh, it’s not an egg.
It was the fruit of six.
That’s a pain in the ass.
“That’s right! Does having six fruits mean having five fruits?
“What? It’s obvious, right?
Is that obvious?
Though I’ve never seen them sell five or four fruits.
“… maybe you don’t know?
“Yeah. Is that normal? \nBut I’ve never seen it in a store except for the six fruits.
And yet you know and deserve it?
“Oh, well. Lately, they haven’t sold anything but six fruits.”
“Not sold?
If that’s the case, you don’t have to know, do you?
“Oh, I hear the other fruits are rotten inside”
Rotten?
“That doesn’t line up in the store, does it? It’s strange there was a time when it was sold, though.”
“Some people used to eat”
“… Rotten stuff?
“Oh, they do. It was decades ago.”
Was it a time when you didn’t have anything to eat?
I did a little research into the history of this country, but it didn’t say that.
Did I miss it?
“Well, people have their own preferences. Even rotten food inside…”
No, you can’t!
What rotten things!
“Ivy, even if you say it with that look on your face”
I wonder what he looked like.
I’ll put my hands on your face.
“That’s a very complicated look.”
Mr. Druid tells me it sounds like fun.
‘Cause I just imagined eating rotten things or something kinda…
“Meanwhile, I’ve tried it once, haven’t I? I wonder if that was the fruit of five.”
“What! Really?
“Yeah. It smelled white and sour and I stopped eating it”
Good.
I didn’t eat it.
Still, Mr. Druid does strange things sometimes, doesn’t he?
\n“What!”
By the time the freaks finished the two dishes, Mr. Druid’s surprised voice as he was reading the fax behind him.
“What’s going on?
“My sister-in-law had a baby.”
Baby?
“Really?”
“So it says my brothers are overprotective and depressed”
Depressing.
Is that it?
Mr. Druid is 33, isn’t he?
How old are your brothers?
“How old are your brothers?
“Hmm? 36 and 39, is that it? Was it 40? Well, like that.”
Is that what your wives are saying?
“Um, how old is Mr. Sirella? And how old is the other wife?
I asked, did you have a problem?
“Siriela, my sister-in-law sure… don’t feel like she said she was 9 years younger. So I guess I’m about 30.”
I was nine years away.
“You haven’t heard of Brother Dorgas’ wife. But how could you be so old all of a sudden?
“No, I’ve heard that childbirth can be dangerous.”
“Dangerous? I have potions for childbirth, so you’ll be fine, won’t you?
A potion for childbirth? What? What?
“Is that it? Maybe you didn’t know?
“Yeah, there’s such a potion? I thought there were only four types of potions.”
“Well, you only need it when you’re giving birth. Isn’t that common?
Can I give birth safely if I have potions?
You didn’t know.
“My father and mother were worried because we would never have children if we weren’t close. That’s a relief.”
Wow, you must be absolutely adorable if you’re Mr. Sirella’s baby.
I look forward to seeing you now.