It's the hottest time of the day.

Even the wind in the valley was hot, and the children who chose to harvest milk vetch changed into sturdy cowhide boots and received from the monks a short-handled scythe with a meniscus blade only half that of an ordinary scythe, which was effective in preventing unskilled people from cutting themselves.

The children, who had decided to catch aphids, thrips, and alfalfa weevils, lined up in a loose horizontal line in the flower field, doing this with patience and good eyes, and the only girl among them seemed to the captain to be a good fit for this, but Lila was not interested in it, and as she had said before, she was going to be with Sasha.

"Beelzebub and I went to water the flower fields." Sasha said helplessly, this was arranged by the regiment commander.

Irrigating the fields is not an easy task, milk vetch grows fastest from the beginning of flowering to the peak of flowering, and its growth is inseparable from a large amount of water, so after obtaining permission from the government, the monks installed a rudimentary, black iron lever water press for pumping groundwater at the junction of the olive grove and the flower field - the water to be pumped is not too deep, and it does not take a lot of effort to press down the lever, but the amount required in the flower field is too large, and it can exhaust a fat and strong mule after half an hour of continuous drying.

"I'll watch him here," said a dwarf monk, "ma'am, you can fetch him at four o'clock."

As an Adept, Lila's strength was also unusual, but Sasha shook her head at this time. Lila measured the distance between the flower field and the water press, raised her hand and pulled her hat, and walked into the flower field without saying a word.

The boys cast admiring glances at Sasha.

Children working in the fields are not allowed to spray with insect repellent or ointment, as both of these can stimulate the bees that are busy in the fields of milk vetch, causing them to go wild and sting, which is the same reason that the fields cannot be sprayed with medicine.

"Are there ticks here?" The head of the regiment asked.

"There have never been ticks in this area." The monk replied.

"We met the tick below, right between the village and the riverbank."

"It's quite damp there," said the monk, "but we've always been dry here......," he hesitated, "we've never been bitten by a tick."

The captain's companion called while they were praying at the ninth o'clock, and the hapless little fat man was taken to the hospital, where the doctor removed the tick, which was fortunately safe, carrying no deadly heart virus or the Lyme Meal Rocky Mountain spotted fever virus that would be painful for twenty years.

The fat boy was uninjured other than a small swollen wound and a startle.

Lila half-knelt in the flower field, and with her gloved hands, she pinched one by one the yellow-white aphids that gathered densely at the roots of the leaf veins, the young shoots, and the green and round weevil larvae on the leaves. The heat of the sun gathered in her black coat, she felt like she was carrying a plate of iron that was gradually burning red, her hair was wet, excessive sweat ran down her forehead, wet her eyebrows and eyelashes, and almost ran into her eyes, she wiped them off with the back of her hand, straightened up, and took off her coat.

Her arms were as round and slender as statues.

The boys looked at the beauty with fascination.

"You'd better put on your coat," said the regimental commander, "and we've met ticks here."

"Just a moment," said Lila, "I'm almost burned by it."

((One second to remember)