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Take a Rest

Fortunately this time the girl's words were trustworthy.

The opening ceremony was completely completed shortly after Oliver made his point

similar. It was exhausting even though he did nothing. It doesn't seem to be just

Only Nhea felt the same. But almost everyone is tired.

The boys pulled over to a much shady place and

cool. Of course to avoid the sunlight. They have been since

it's burning down there.

“I think the match will really be held today

this is also,” Nhea said as she looked straight ahead.

“No, today is only the opening event of the festival.

Then they would hold a celebration while touring the city for

tell the whole community of the city dwellers,” explains Oliver with length

widths.

“While all people already know if today there is a festival,”

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“Even I think they have known a few months before,”

hatchlings.

Nhea could only slowly catch her friend's grunt

that one, he was sure if Oliver wasn't really upset just because of the party

festival organizers conduct parade around. It can be ascertained if

the girl also felt annoyed because it was dried under the heat of the sun since earlier.

His emotions are easily provoked these days. Maybe he's in

in its period.

“So, what will we do after this?” ask Nhea

once more.

“How about we go to market?” oliver's Proposal with

enthusiastic.

“Again?!” pekik Nhea couldn't believe it.

If Nhea wasn't wrong, it seemed like they had just left yesterday

to market. What else but looking for new shoes for Oliver.

Once they find out if the girl lost her shoes, Oliver and Nhea

decided to look for the one that just. There's no harm anyway.

Yesterday they visited one of the shops and

the owner is quite familiar. Uncle Johnson, first-class alumni of the sorcery academy

Moonetas. The best graduates of his time. Don't tell me Oliver took Nhea

to go back to the market just to see Uncle Johnson. That man

it did not appear to be present at the opening ceremony this time. I don't know if it's true

not coming, or just the two of them who did not see the trunk

his nose. It's hard to find one particular person among so many

people who are huddled in one place.

“What else are we going to market for? Not yesterday we were new

just from there?” ask Nhea again.

This time it seems he deliberately clarified his question in order to

there is no misunderstanding between the two of them. Especially at this moment Oliver's emotions

it's not stable. Nhea had to be good at sorting out the words she would

use the.

“We are not kitchen staff who should always go to the market,”

Nhea.

“Even the kitchen staff does not go to the market every day.

They will shop for groceries in bulk for supplies during

the next few weeks,” clear Nhea with a length of not forgetting

tucking the taste of the lame in it.

Oliver who heard such a statement could only cluck

slouch while folding both hands in front of the chest.

“Is it wrong if I want to meet Uncle Johnson?”

ask Oliver.

“For what?” ask Nhea back.

Again he snorted. The girl threw away

his eyes in any direction.

Looks like he's not here right now,” Oliver explained.

“You how many times you say thank you

to him?” ask Nhea.

***

After a long discussion, in the end

Oliver won it. Inevitably Nhea was forced to comply with every girl's request

these. The girl gave up from the beginning. More precisely, he refused to seek

the problem. Nhea was the only person who was the most resigned here. I don't know

why, not as usual. Nhea had absolutely no ambition to win.

"We can go later as soon as the parade around town

it starts," Oliver said.

It turned out that secretly this girl had thought of everything.

Every plan he had laid out had been estimated in such a way. Even

Nhea could already imagine what their discourse would be like later.

Most likely to succeed. But, do not rule out the possibility of failure

aslo. No one can be sure what will happen to them inside

a few minutes ahead.

After the opening ceremony is over, everyone will

given a pause first. Right, no race was held

on the first day. But that doesn't mean their series of events are just over

when the opening ceremony is over. There's still one more thing that needs to be done

they finish it here. Usually the first day is not too much activity,

but it's quite exhausting. It's too much energy for people like them.

Usually everyone will definitely participate in enlivening

this traveling parade. Especially the participants. Parade is an option for

city folk. There is no obligation for them to follow it. However, will

it was better if they also took part in enlivening the event this time. Indeed

most of them also took part in the parade by taking to the streets.

"We're gonna go sneak out of line when

passing market. Then immediately rushed towards Uncle Johnson's shop. There's just

two minutes for us to talk to him. After that, we should

back again to the line," he explained at length.

Oliver exposes every detail of his plan in detail

this time. It is certain that nothing is missed. Because

the chances of succeeding and failing are just as great, so they have to be mandated

all the potential that exists to the fullest extent possible.

"What if it turns out Uncle Johnson isn't in

there?" suddenly asked Nhea.

"Then we have to find him next time" he replied

Oliver is clear.

"I just want to make sure he comes in the moment

we fought and watched his sisters in the arena" he continued.

Nhea let out a sigh of annoyance at hearing the answer from the girl.

He rolled his eyes lazy.

"It looks like you're dying to meet him more

a long time ago," Nhea's great-grandson in a slightly satirical tone. But, it seems

Oliver didn't bother about it at all.

“Okay, I think it looks like from now on we should

more often talk to him,” reply Oliver plainly.

“His personality has been pretty good so far. I'm sure if people

looks like it can help us anytime,” he continued.

“You can't continue to depend on humans. Babblement

adults are sometimes too hard to believe,” explains Nhea with length

widths.

Basically, age is not a benchmark for your maturity

internally. In fact, courtesy itself is not determined by anything. They

the older ones can't even think more maturely. But, much more

often use the word sarcasm.