Yodamari-tei is currently undergoing renovation. 　At the front door stands Estella. 　He holds a package in his hand and takes a deep breath in front of the door. "... It's all right. I'm sure I can do it well."　After muttering so, make a smile. 　But perhaps he didn't like it, he leaned his head slightly and made a face of difficult. `...is this the same as usual?'　Then, smile more brightly than before and peek at their dazzling white teeth. "...something's different... ...let's see. Let's put in a line?"　It's early in the morning. The Torbeck contractor hasn't come to the scene yet. 　Estella is alone in front of the door. "Hi, Jillo!"　In an empty place, Estella smiles at the door. 　Naturally, the doors of this shop are not named "Yashiro." "Yasilo, I brought what you asked me to do!"　Estella talks to me with a smile, but there's no answer. 　The door doesn't say nothing. "Oh, you've had a lot of trouble. I hope you'll appreciate it!"　Estella, smile. 　The door! Silent! "...something is wrong."　I don't think everything is right. "...that's strange,"　It's you that's strange. "Yes! Let's try to imitate Jeanette.　Then I'll have to raise my breasts first!"Yasilo! Good morning! Smiling!"　Wow.........　I'm struggling with that extraordinary sense of strangeness. 　He squatted down and his shoulders trembled. 　His ears are all red. 　Well, I wonder what he wants to do. 　It's in front of a well‐seasoned door that's welcomed many guests for years. 　This damaged wooden door, which is destined to be removed soon, would never have thought that the last job would be Estella's smile practice table. Good work, you too. 　I'm the one who peeks at Estella, who is in agony in front of the restaurant in Yodamari-tei. "What are you doing?""What!?"　When I spoke to her, Estella turned to me with a look of amazement, and when I saw her, she jumped back more quickly than she could do her best. "What, what are you doing, Jillo."Why... on my way home from the lavatory?""Oh, good, good, good, good, good, since when have you been watching!""Because '...it's all right, I'm sure I can do it well'?""It's the first time! If you're there, let me know!"　I step out of the building and walk up to Estella. "Well, what? I've been a little worried about you since the day before yesterday, but... I'm relieved to hear that you're having a great time.""Oh, no, it's not fun! If there's a hole, I want to go in!"　Estella, who fills in the hole and starts venting her anger like she's going to pop out, "What are you going to do?!?" That's a pretty good thing. "And what did you want to do, my face?""Why don't you read the atmosphere and stay away from it!? He's a man without delicacy."I don't want you to tell me without a chest"."You really don't have delicacy, do you?""I can live without delicacy.""I can live without my chest! ... Whose chest is it?"　He seems to be having a good morning. "Why, you...."　Estella looks a little tearful after her angry face. 　Well... never see a face like this before. "...because my pie is not Cayday."　Yup. 　Your pie isn't a chaiday at all. 　It's rather a "no day." "I was relatively confident in my smile... but I didn't want to deny it with all my might.""Oh..."　Really 　Does this guy think that his smile was said to be 'not nice'? "Oh, no, you know, Estella.""What? Are you still going to look down on me?"　He's got a lot of bends on his belly button. "There is a misunderstanding about that... or rather, that interpretation is just Jeanette's own way of thinking, and the original meaning is not there.""...what do you mean?""I can't tell you the details!""Oh!? ... Oh, really?"　This place is fouled up by force. 　I can never tell you the true meaning. "But I don't mean to say that I've done any harm to your smile. Believe me that."　appeal to that effect with the utmost sincerity possible 　... Well, I think I've hurt something... I still have to ask him to help me a lot more. It's not a good idea to upset my relationship. 　I want to clear up the misunderstanding properly for that purpose. 　Credit is important to a swindler. "...to believe you is like telling a fish to fly?""... well,"　You're going to upset my relationship. "Well, then I'll ask you..."Estella asks with a slightly upward glance, clasping her arms behind her back and tiptoeing at the soil under her feet. "My smile is... what do you think?"　Wow... ya...　I thought it was cute for a moment. 　But there's no way I can say that to him. 　If you show such weakness, you won't know what he's going to me. "...no comment.""I'm going home.""Wait! Leave that luggage alone!""70,000 Rb!""You look great, Estella! Your smile is amazing!""I've never heard such a false word before!"　No, it's really nice to think. "Well, then, play 'Spiritual Judgment.'""What......?""You must see with your own eyes whether there is any lie in my own."　It's true that I think it's wonderful... ...just that the timing was a little bad. 　So I'm not going to be a frog 100%. "Now, do it,"　stretch out one's arms 　Come whenever you want. "No... all right,"　However, Estella did not invoke the "Judgment of the Spirit." `It's not the realm of "Spirit's Judgment" in the first place,'　Oh, I see. If you don't think so, can't you judge the spirit? 　Well, you messed up. "But..."　Estella muttered that I regretted my mistake in choosing. 　I saw Estella looking at me with an unusually soft expression. "If you will tell me that... I believe you,""Do you mind? Fish can't fly.""You're really mean, aren't you?"　Estella laughed merrily, saying so. 　For the time being, I'm glad you seem to be in a good mood. "Let's go in anyway. It's cold in the morning.""Yes, but will you go ahead?""Huh? What'said he."That's all right. Look, this is what you asked me to do. Take this with you.""...what? Oh, the bathroom?""You really don't have delicacy, do you?"　I opened the door and was stabbed in the back. 　They are tossed forward into the room, and as they turn around, the door. 　...I feel kind of locked up. 　I mean, it's just like the bathroom. . . . . . . . . . . . Is that so?　Feeling somewhat stuck in Estella's attitude, I gently open the damaged wooden door. 　If you look out through the gap..."...huhhhuh."　Estella was grinning at a translucent board floating in the air. ... Wow, that's scary. 　If you find it here, you're like, "Oh, my gosh.It seemed like I was going to turn into a mountainous woman, so I gently closed the door so that I wouldn't get caught. 　Is the translucent board a conversation record?　What were you looking at...　Well, they'll come in one of these days. 　With that in mind, I headed upstairs for the temporary living room until the renovation was completed. 　I passed through the courtyard, went upstairs, and opened the door of the temporary living room."　Jeanette grinned at the conversation record. 　Jeanette, you too..."Wow! Jillo Sasasa!""You've bitten funny things,"　It's rare to chew in the second half. "What are you doing?""Oh, no... well... don't forget what you don't want to forget..."　Oh...　I see. Can we use conversation records instead of notes? 　It's true that once you say something, you'll have a record, so it makes sense to use it. "That's great, Jeanette. It was a blind spot on how to use it. No, I learned a good thing. Thank you.""Huh!? ...I was praised by Mr. Jiro.........I'm glad!"　No, I'm usually like a cold guy when you really like me. 　I'll give you a good compliment. 　There are only a few things to be praised. "... Magda knows,""Oh!? . . . . was there, Magda?"　Before I knew it, Magda was standing close behind me. 　There was no sign of it... ...as expected of the cat family..."...the manager has repeatedly read Jiro's words here.""Mr. Magda!""My words? Did I say anything?""... 'How... I mean, it'"Mr. Magda!? How do you know everything?""...I saw it.""When did you see it?! Already!"　Jeanette looks flustered and blocks Magda's mouth. 　......oh, I think I told you, they asked me if I looked good in an apron dress. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"... I feel better when I read it again.""Yes, but please be quiet for a moment, Mr. Magda!"　Jeanette is half weeping. 　I wonder what this noise is. 　Well... ...that my words cheer me up... ...it's kind of embarrassing. "What's the matter, Jeanette?"　Meanwhile, Estella comes to the temporary living room. "Jillo...""Wait. Get rid of the habit of doubting me first. The bad guy is Magda.""Magda...?""...about the manager grinning over the conversation record.""Magda! Don't spread it any more!"`--?!?'　Magda's words damaged Jeanette even more... and Estella turned away at the same time. Her ears are red. "Why don't you discuss your plans for the day rather than that?""Right! Let's do that! Constructively!"　...this reaction. "Oh, Estella. You've just been out there...""By the way, what was it that I brought you? Would it be useful?"　A forced change of subject... As expected, this guy..."Did you read back the erotic conversation you overheard?""... will you stop looking at me that way?"　Estella's cheeks, which had been flushed and pale until just a moment ago, returned to their original colors. 　Oh, this is Donhiki. You're looking at me coldly. "Let's make a good plan today, for yesterday was a disappointing result."　The Jeanette reopened and we sat at the table in the makeshift living room. 　The day after we sold Bonacon meat to the Hunting Guild, we were visiting a rice farmer. 　I would have been glad to think that the next dish would be rice, if it were vegetables, fish, and meat.""I'm going to sell you rice. 'I'll throw it away and buy it'? Don't be silly! Can you throw away the rice you've worked so hard on? It's just the last straw! If you're here to talk like that, go home! Never come again!"　and was driven back by Homer, a duck rice farmer. 　Now it's hard to get rice...　But I don't think the garbage collection guild, which is not yet well recognized in the 42 wards, will suddenly enter the other wards and become a big success, let alone buy it from a peddler guild."　And so my freshly cooked white rice campaign failed before it was carried out. 　Hey... you rice farmer Homer... don't forget a single word you said to me...　I'll put him on a list that won't hurt you even if you smash him... well. 　For the time being, that duck decided to tie a leek around his back the next time we meet. 　It's a real leek. You should be exploited all the time, just ducks!　I was surprised that the ducks were running the U.S. 　Even in Japan, there is a method of farming ducks that let them out in rice paddies to feed insects... but it's a different world...I didn't know that ducks were working from beginning to end, not only to remove weeds and insects...　By the way, the Homerian ducks were not green-faced mallards, but rather brownish, white-patterned ducks. 　Well, I wonder how many ducks it was to bring in green onions..."Mr. Jiro... his face is scary?""No, what a little memory irritation. If you go over the limit, you can take it out on yourself, but don't worry.""Well, I don't mind... ...you don't take it out on me?"　Jeanette shrugs her shoulders as if she were frightened and keeps her distance from me. 　It was a very unfortunate result, but what doesn't work, no matter how persistent it may be. 　We need to attack in a different way... but we can't just spend time on rice. Anyway, the cafeteria needs a variety of ingredients. 　So, the next place where the rice has been emptied is the chicken farm. 　...yes, it was the house of a chicken-faced Neferry, the first bird-faced woman I met the morning of the morning in the Forty-second Ward. 　As soon as we met again, everyone looked at me coldly when they pointed their fingers at me, saying, "Oh! That s*xual harassment man!" ... Only Jeanette followed me, "It must be a misunderstanding, right?" 　... well, it's not a misunderstanding. 　Because if a chicken-faced guy had an egg, he would have laid it, wouldn't he?　That's s*xual harassment... ...and it's hard to do in this world. 　Well, let those past struggles stand aside, and we started negotiations to accommodate our eggs regularly. 　Eggs are a versatile food that can be used in a variety of dishes. I'd love to have them, too. A certain number of eggs every month. Stay stable. 　But the hard negotiations were empty, and we couldn't produce results. 　a dead set 　Yesterday was a terrible day. "I can't believe the chickens are no longer laying eggs."　Estella sighs. 　There are always nearly two hundred chickens in Neferry's house, of which about three quarters are said to have ceased to lay eggs at about ten months' age. 　Therefore, the number of eggs was insufficient and they refused to sell it to the peddler's guild. "I'm in trouble. I'll need a lot of eggs...""... Egg-yaki is delicious."　Jeanette sighed in embarrassment and Magda drooled with a blank expression. Hey, Magda. "I hear that chickens that don't lay eggs are slaughtered and made into meat at once.""But you said meat is delicious because of the hunting guild, and sales are not very good."　In fact, the meat of the beast is delicious.It's a different level of deliciousness than the meat sold in Japanese supermarkets. 　That's the only thing I can't help but acknowledge the victory of a different world. 　That's why we can't compete in the market with the meat of an abandoned chicken that can't lay eggs. 　Eggs are the very source of money in this town's poultry farm. "The only way to get more eggs is to increase the number of chickens...""But then the chickens look like they're just disposable......it's kind of pathetic."　I don't think there's anything pathetic about livestock....well, Jeanette might be. "That's why I asked him to help me,"　After the negotiations, I heard that situation, and at a chicken farm in a heavy atmosphere, I made a suggestion to the troubled Neferry... well, even though his face was so completely chicken, he didn't really get it across... 　They'll give us 100 chickens that no longer lay eggs, and when they lay eggs, they'll sell us the eggs. 　Instead of buying eggs to throw away, we're going to borrow chickens to lay them temporarily. 　This must be another category of garbage collection guild. 　However, we had no place to keep a hundred chickens, so we were asked to leave them in the poultry farm. 　In short, it's a contract in which we pay and Neferry takes care of a hundred chickens on our behalf. 　Neferry, who was originally negative about slaughtering, took it in hand, though the chickens would not be able to increase their number of new chickens because they would remain buried. 　However, he didn't seem to believe that chickens that no longer lay eggs would lay eggs again. "But I can't believe that Jiro would take the initiative in helping others.""Because half of me is made of 'kindness',"　That's amazing. It's with ano-headache medication. Rather, mine is a little more. "You think it would be better for you to make a name for yourself in the future, don't you think?"　... well, that's right. 　Estella reads my psychology with a confident look on her face. "Yasilo knew what caused the chickens to stop laying eggs and was confident of improving them. He traded that knowledge for egg monopoly.""I want you to say it's the right to buy and sell preferentially.""Is it the same?""It sounds different. When it comes to monopolies, it sounds rather obscene."　Of course, it doesn't mean that it sounds like a dirty word. 　I signed the contract with a purer heart. "But Neferry would be happy if he started laying eggs, and we would help him, and he would do all the good things."　That's right, Jeanette. That's it. 　Jeanette knows very well, after all. "...Yasilo loves Neferry so much that he s*xually harasss her."　No, I don't have that ulterior motive, Magda. "... Mr. Jiro, no way... ...to aim at Mr. Neferry."　So why do you believe me, Jeanette?　You're a girl you know, right?"And what does the egg have to do with this garbage?"　Estella pats on the package she just brought. 　Estella, who knows what's inside, seems to be curious about what this has to do with her. "What is this?"　Jeanette and Magda are gazing at the package with interest. 　Well, it's nothing to exaggerate, so I'll open the package here and check the contents. 　Myriad shells came out of it. 　It's mainly oysters, but also scallops and clams. 　...there are, in this world, too. "Yasilo, what about this?""Aestella went to catch fish from the sea, didn't she? I asked her if she could get it with that cane... it was a better harvest than I had imagined.""I have no idea why you look so happy.""Well... what does it have to do with shells and eggs?""...I can't eat the shell,"　Magda picks oyster shells with her fingers. 　Well, surely you can't eat shells. "Human beings,""What, then, is this?""Yes, I'll feed the chicken.""Don't abuse me,""It's stuck in my throat,""...birds, teeth, none.""Who said you'd eat it whole? I'll smash it to pieces."　Knock it to pieces with a hammer. "But do you really eat shells?""I'll eat it, of course, along with what the Neferry is getting ready for.""Do you have anything ready, Mr. Neferry?""Oh, it's a special bait made by mixing rice bran, fish a la, and chopped vegetables."　Up until now, Neferry's poultry farms seem to have mainly fed rice. 　They say that cooked and crushed rice is a favorite food of chickens, which they often ate. 　There was a pitfall there. 　When I was in Japan, I overheard it briefly...　It seems that chickens will not lay eggs if they are bred solely on rice. 　Also, heated starch can cause inflammation in one of the chickens' digestive organs, so you should refrain from cooking rice. 　With that in mind, I gave advice to the referee. 　Like making food out of rice bran and fish a la and kudzu vegetables. "Shell shells are a treasure trove of calcium, and calcium is essential to the formation of egg shells."　If you mix crushed shells with food, you'll be laying eggs again someday. 　I've been able to accommodate the crap vegetables from the Mormats, and I've heard that Estella has something to do with the fish. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Oh, Estella. Please introduce me to the sea-fishing guild.""Well... I don't want to let you see me.""Why?""I hope you can guess,""...is it your boyfriend?""What!? Aren't you stupid!? I don't have anyone like that!""So... is it her?""Oh? Isn't my man's suspicion completely cleared?"　Then you could let me see you. "I won't be so rude as to crush your face,""...if you let me trust that word, I'll think about it.""Does this look as if you were lying?""I see. I'll start over.""Have I ever deceived you?""Do it again!"　He doesn't seem to be trusted at all. 　It's surprising..."Well, the sea-fishing guild is good later. It's eggs now."　If you feed me exactly as I say, I'll lay my eggs again in a few days. "I hope you'll be able to lay eggs soon.""Yasilo, you look so happy".　Jeanette smiles at me. 　Do I look happy enough to infect Genet? 　Well, that can't be helped. "We're raising creatures, even for the sake of our livelihood. If possible, we'd like to take care of them to the end without slaughter.""Well, I know exactly how you feel.""If you keep laying eggs, you won't have to make them unsold.""Yes! Mr. Neferry, I'm sure you'll like it!"　Jeanette, you're smiling heartily. "I think there's something wrong with it..."　Estella, on the other hand, looks suspiciously at me. 　I guess this is where beauty comes from. "... Jillo is a good man."　Oh, my God, Magda is also a pretty girl. 　But it's dangerous to decide so, so be careful from now on. "... for Magda he defied the Hunting Guild in spite of the danger of assassination."　......what?　Assassination?"...the Hunting Guild sometimes finds bad negotiators... ...quickly.""Scary, man!"　Do they really do that on a daily basis!?　Aren't they the snails after all right.　When I think about it, I can only say that it was miraculous that Usse was left alone on the spot.""... Jillo is a good man who saved Magda at the risk of his life."　I don't have to be a good person, so I want to value my life..."Well, that's all right,"　Estella says irresponsible things. 　If you're just saying whatever you want without firm evidence, you'll keep fighting until the A cup turns into the G cup, Kora!?"A beast by the tail will not bite the other personally,"The snake will come with a bang.""Well, if you're a natural creature... if anything happens to you, all the hunting guilds will be frogs. I'm sure they understand that much.""...I hope so,""If you're so anxious, you should make more friends.""Are you on my side."Yes, I think it will be much easier to live in the 42 wards if you increase the number of people who will help and support you with 'heartfelt goodwill' like this egg."　Do you want me to keep good company with the neighbors?　I don't think it's in the countryside..."It's all right,"　Jeanette, the basis of Miss No, says confidently. "Yasilo-san is already loved by everyone."　Well, I'd like to know the details of all of them. 　I'll be your guarantor in case something happens. "For the time being, Jiro of 'The Good Man' should try to do something like this, not trick anyone, but help them back.""...that's a line full of ill will, man,"　Estella giggles amusingly. 　Tell me. "For now, tomorrow is Magda's hunting day. We'll take a break from the negotiations and go with them one more time, as we've seen previous results, there may be some disturbing developments in the hunting guild."　For example, attacking and seizing prey in the woods. 　Magda is defenseless when hungry. "Then, in the afternoon, to prepare for tomorrow's preparations, let's take these shells to Mr. Neferry first."　That ended the discussion and we headed to the poultry farm with shells. 　When we arrived at the poultry farm, the referee was preparing the food I had taught him. "Ah, palmro".　a completely chicken‐faced girl, Neferry 　At first he didn't seem to have a very good impression, but as we spoke, he gradually opened up to me. "I'm making the food that you told me. Can you take a look at it?""Oh, it's no use,"　I stir the rice bran tightly packed in a big barrel. 　Freshly put in, you can see the fish's arra and waste vegetables. "That's all right,"　When I gave him an OK, the referee patted his heart with relief. 　Is it because you have pigeon breasts that make your chest look a little better? Oh, is it a little better. "It's pretty hard to try, isn't it?"Isn't raising a living thing a pile of difficulties?""That's true, but... my back hurt because I've been doing it for a long time.""Shall I rub you?""Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!　pat me on the shoulder with one's right hand 　His left hand holds his lightly dyed cheek. 　It's such a girlish gesture...but it's a shame that I can only think of "What are you doing, this bird?" because it's a complete chicken face. 　Oh, that's too bad."I hope you'll mix this with the bait.""Oh, is that shellfish?""Don't feed me whole. I'm going to smash it with a hammer."I don't want to! I know. Hmm... Jiro is an interesting person."　It sounds like a movie about a young man with the scent of the Showa era, but... his face is a chicken. It's very surreal. "To tell you the truth, I'm still half-suspecting,"　Neferry mumbled, holding a package of shells. "Is this really going to lay eggs... but I'm not suspicious of Jiro... ...for all my life I've believed in miracles... ...for all my hopes have been betrayed?"　I wonder if they were praying for the abandoned bird to lay its eggs again. 　But that doesn't keep chickens from laying eggs. 　He must have felt so sad many times before. Neferry had very lonely eyes. 　. . . . . . . just a chicken ........."You don't have to believe me,""What?""You should trust only them,"　He says so, pointing his chin at the chickens in the henhouse. "I'm sure they'll lay another egg. You only trust that.""Yasilo......yes. I believe."　The referee caresses the corner of the eye with his fingers. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should show you this face."　Do you mean a chicken with such a face like this?　　You've been exposing it for a lot."I have to do my best! Otherwise, everyone can't lay a delicious egg."　Say so, and pretend to make a lump with both arms. 　If you were to give birth, wouldn't you?"Well, we're going home,""Yes. Be careful. Oh, and thank you for the shellfish.""Oh,"　Finish your errands and we'll leave the chicken farm. 　Well, look. I'm going to be surprised. "Mr. Jiro,"　At the chicken farm, Jeanette, who had been watching chickens for a long time, walks next to me. 　He's been telling chickens, "Let's do our best." "I hope you're going to lay an egg."I'll be born,"　Jeanette smiles when I declare. 　However, after that, his expression only slightly clouded. "Mr. Neferry is a pretty man, isn't he?""Huh?""As expected, Mr. Jiro... do you like that kind of person?""Well..."　I think arm in arm. 　Memories of Japan, now nostalgic........."If it's curry, chicken is my favorite.""Well... what are you talking about?""Huh?""What?"　Isn't it whether you like birds?　The conversation didn't seem to mesh, but Jeanette didn't hear anything more, so I didn't say anything either. 　I see. Maybe we don't have curry here. Maybe we've made an obscure analogy. No, it's hard, it's a different world. 　The day went down, making such trivial discoveries. 　And the next day, they spend the day hunting and earn a good income. 　but most of this will be lost on Magda's food."　After making a prediction and calculating it, Magda earns about 100,000Rb a month and costs about 99,000Rb for food. ... Well, it's just a plus. 　If a high-value game like Bonacon is caught, it can make a lot of money, but it's not very likely that you'll get that kind of luck. 　Apparently, our income will be entirely left to the hands of the sun. 　I must go and talk to Mormat and Delia about how much I want to buy next time."　Another day comes to an end with the thought of what it is. 　Then, a few days later, the good news came in much earlier than I had expected.