Demon Lord, Retry!

- - The village of Rabbi after the Milligan raid - -

The village of Rabbi was still vibrant this morning.

Many adventurers enter the village and blossom in chatter as they organize the scene.

In the war period, people who were flawed by work and proud of their power gathered with potatoes when they heard the reviews.

The sky that I looked up to has a painful blue sky in my eyes, and if I turn my gaze to the earth, the fields are followed by fruitful carrot fields.

Many bunnies entered the field in the morning and were also seen sprinkling water, removing insects and carefully mixing the soil.

small village, but what about this pastoral air?

It seems as if this is the only detachment from the secularly painted world.

You will no longer dream that Milligan and the mercenaries under his command have gone uninhabited and become the soil of purgatory gardens made by witches - and so on.

"Oops, today's work continues yesterday, we're going to go ahead with the paving"

"But the parent. At this rate, the ingredients will be gone by noon."

"Chip, I can't help it...... turn half to stone chop"

"There won't be enough hands to carry or process... Parents, don't be mean, it's time to call for backup"

There are still few, but we can also see a parent with many disciples.

This population seemed to be a gathering of masonry.

Unlike the runaway adventurers, they are the bastards of that path and of high pride. Words are bad, but I believe that working in such a chinky cold village involves selling tickets.

Whatever it is, when it comes to honorable work for them, it is a request from a well-known nobleman. It would be the maintenance of the castle town, the noble hall, the stone pile of the castle, etc.

If you work well, your reputation will grow and you will be connected to your next job.

But what would it be in the eastern part of the Holy Light Country, known by its nobles as the “land outside the conversion”, where I worked in a cold village where no one would look?

If we do poorly, we can also discredit ourselves.

"I know what you guys are saying... but hey..."

"If you're concerned about the reputation of your nobility, look, I'll queue you up this morning."

One of his disciples does his jaw and his parents give him the look he gave him in the way. At the end of his gaze, there is actually a figure of nobility, and he is not comfortable because he is queuing.

".................. damn! Really, what the hell is going on here?"

"If you do a good job here, don't you hear the other way around?

"I agree. These days, nobles are reluctant to work inside. Let's make some money sitting back here."

Parents wanted to hold their heads to the voices of such disciples.

Because noble carriages still line up this morning in the barbarians of the east, in the wilderness on one side, in the cold village where the bunnies live, in such a place where no one leans.

Of course, it was the queue of the aristocratic wives who came to stay at the Hot Springs Inn.

There is no way for the proud girls to visit alone, and despite a mere overnight stay, there are carriages loaded with dressed clothes, shoes, etc., and even people with specialist cooks.

Stubborn parents also have to change their minds if they watch this sight day after day.

Not only a group of masonry workers, but also parents who recently gathered left-officers, bricklayers, roofing artisans and glassmakers, all of whom had peeled their eyes at the bustle of the village.

"Parents... there are rumors that not only the Virgin is in this village, but Madame is also" biting. "

"Madam, is that... Madame Butterfly?!?"

"Yep. I haven't seen him yet, but if you look at that big queue, it won't be just a rumor."

Saying, the disciple also whines as he exhales the accumulated air in his lungs.

The sight of dozens of extravagant carriages in a row was a sweeping word over and over again.

What is in this village? Also, what are you trying to do?

They don't know yet.

I just stuck it out, and I wouldn't be interested. Because that's what matters to them, whether or not their work here is next.

In fact, instead of connecting to the next, if we think in line with Tahara's plan, there is no end to these jobs. Because not only the village of Rabbi, but Tahara is trying to repaint all of Holy Light.

If we hear that the plan goes beyond that and extends out of the country, how will their expression change?

Together, neither his parents can resist the voices of his disciples, and he finally braces his belly.

"... ok. Call me if you have any free men."

"That's it. I got to go! There were a lot of guys with heads saying they didn't have a job. Come on."

"Parents, I have a well-armed stone cut in my hometown..."

"... I don't mind you calling me, until we're done here, okay? Be the first to say. This kind of noise will soon subside. You're a nobleman, because you're a boring creature."

Her parents told her with a glance, just in case.

In fact, nobility is fashion sensitive, but also boring. If there had been a miscalculation on the part of the parents, it was that noble thoughts and the like were not involved in this construction at all.

Demon King faction, no, Tahara's plan to draw is to expand the territory, to prepare all the earth within the incorporated territory and thereby to give the people a variety of benefits, large and small.

It's not force, it's not fear, it's being incorporated into the Demon King's prints that we're going to take to shapes such as being in the best shape for the people and being happy.

Not giving rebel buds - that was the most important item for the former Great Empire, Tahara, who has seen its collapse.

"Oh, good morning. Let's keep it together today."

The Tahara walks through the village with a sleepy voice.

The title "General Superintendent", named with the intention of sprinkling, has now been widely conveyed and is in a position to bring together all workers.

As soon as I saw Tahara, the craftsmen flocked to me.

"Just in the right place. Can you look at these drawings?"

"Hey, general director! How many street lights do we have in this compartment?

"Chief Superintendent, you don't have enough hands. Why don't you just give me three more over here?"

"Ha... Nice breastplate today. (Wild voice)"

"Director General - come here for a second. I didn't get the lumber I was listening to!

"Hey, do you go through with the paintmaker you were asking for?

"You guys...... I'm not the Holy Virtue Prince. You don't know what they say at once.

Even as he summons, Tahara gives precise instructions. In fact, he would have heard everything at the same time.

Behind the back is the expression that seems to notice, its brains are still full spin today.

"Ohh. Well, I've got a wooden barrel for each compartment, so take it. If it's gone, don't hesitate to apply. I'll never forget getting a magic powder from a princess."

As Tahara slaps his hand, the powerful adventurers leave one big barrel after another.

Its contents are cold water packed with ice whether this is still the case. It was a treat above all in this hot country and an incredible luxury.

"This is it! I'm not looking forward to this in the morning."

"It's ice water. I feel like a nobleman."

"Wow! Yeah, hey!

"You'll change your mind in the morning."

"Besides, you can drink all you want. I don't care if you tell the folks in my hometown, I don't believe you."

The men swarm in wooden barrels, and when they rush their glasses wildly, they moisten their throats.

The workers are not only handed out ice water, but also “salt”, which Tahara called magic powder, before work. Of course, it's part of the fight against heat stroke.

"Good morning! Gentlemen, get in line here!

"Line up. I'm sleepy."

What I called the princess was AK and Tron.

It goes without saying that Tahara never thought about getting AK to do any work or anything else, and he vehemently disagreed. Only this girl still doesn't know what to do.

Such a Tahara also gradually took root in the way he complained every day, "I want to do something for the village," and now he has a history of leaving salt handlers to him.

The workers hold a small leather bag and line up with us first.

"Ak! Uncle, I'll do my best today!

"Ha, mind your injuries!

"Tron! Curse me with those sleepy eyes!

"Ugly."

Tron's arrival next to AK also means escort, but it is also a sideline measure. In Holy Light, surrounded by mountains, salt is a clean importer, depending on the good and the bad, but it has a good value.

Here, it would be a considerable amount if salt were received and flushed, or collected and sold out in groups.

But Tron's eyes, which identify people's emotions and souls by color, cannot be deluded. In fact, so far three adventurers have been caught and banished from the village.

"Soya, Aku. What's that pussy floating around?

"Is this it? I don't know, Tahara said" Night. "

"Na, Knight? It's kind of small and unreliable..."

“It” floats with pukapuka, as if to protect AK, is, naturally, a gun and has the name Nighthawk.

With a double meaning, Tahara would have called it the Knight.

"But I'm always fluffy and cute...... and it's so yummy!

Knight rubs the barrel of the gun on Ac's cheek and plays to squirt.

From Tahara: "Be sure to protect it. Shoot the hostile on the spot," he sometimes strongly commands, "or while playing, the muzzle was pointed at the adventurer in front of him.

The adventurer's face would fade blue if he knew what kind of killing power that “Knight”, which he called small and unreliable, had.

Looking at the prework preparations, Tahara then heads to the fields of the bunnies.

Now also turning manpower to the Hot Springs Inn and Field Hospital, Bunny, a child, was also working in the field sweating.

(If it's true, it would be nice to have all of us make carrots...)

profit, is so if we look only at the aspect of

But it's nonsense to tie a visible bunny only to farming, Tahara thinks.

Customer service at the Hot Springs Inn, the casino that will be installed in the future, and its beauty in various facilities must necessarily attract the attention of the guests.

Above all, there is also a desire to wipe out contempt for the subpeople and so on as soon as possible.

Such discrimination and the wrong sense of superiority led to the collapse of the Great Empire. From Tahara, such poor sentiment was an extremely dangerous element that could crumble our country from our feet.

(My Lord Secretary must have chosen this land with a double meaning...)

It is an isolated Virgin's territory and a village inhabited by the subpeople.

If you are a Luna who is reluctant to politics and not interested in the management of the territory, then you can dictate the territory to your liking, or something, but there is another thought there, Tahara thinks.

Thinking of the end of the Great Empire, which has called us divine people, discriminated against and scorned others, we would have chosen this village with the meaning of self-restraint that the same thing will never be stepped on again.

No matter what, there can't be such a noble philosophy or idea in that man.

If Akubi asks him in person, "No, the land seemed cheap here," he would get a weak answer.

(Steady...... are you sure carrots can only be made by the bunny guys...?

Not good in Tahara, I can't grab it there.

Though I heard that that ability was a special force given to a species called Bunny, I guess I wasn't entirely convinced.

When I look into the field, a lot of bunnies are chatting and working on it.

There's no more dark air there, like before. We can use as much water as we want, and expensive soils with lots of nutrients are being used at all costs.

Other meats and vegetables, eggs and salt, liquor and clothing are brought into the bunnies' quarters every day, all of which are now being wholesaled at cheap values.

Seeing this sight, no one will think that it was a village that was no longer close to the abandoned village.

(Something like dancing, Na. I'm dancing.

Every casual movement, delicate finger movements.

The bunnies seemed unconscious, but the move from a man like Tahara was already a completed "one mould".

There's nothing extra in the bunnies' movements while they chat fun so there's no waste in something called craftsmanship.

Tahara was observing the motion with a blurred look as he put in a piece of clothing, but a remarkable pair discovered such a figure.

"Ah, it's Tahara-san, Pyong!

"You, Usa spitting white smoke whenever you see it. Chimney Middle-aged Usa"

"Who's the middle aged chimney!

Look at Tahara, everyone in the bunnies stops hands. It will now be known that this man is the one who is essentially moving the village.

Tahara, no, look at the general director, Bunny's kids rush over happy.

"Sokan and Kuru!

"Hey! Let me touch that Joo!"

"Uncle, tell me again about the Archangel!

"Who's your uncle! I'm only 31! You know what I mean, it's 31! Rounding it up, though I'm sure this is no different than a teenager!

"I don't know what you're talking about, Usa"

Momo penetrates Tahara's bad scratch and the kids laugh a lot.

It's not that this man is child-friendly, but Tahara from the kids would be a "strange uncle".

Ever since this man took the lead and took command, the village has undergone a transformation as if encircled by magic.

From the children's point of view, he is also a strange man who is inexperienced, and will want to stick around, twitch (...).

From the adults' point of view, this man could have been an ideal managerial position. I do everything I'm asked to do perfectly and solve any problems.

He was also like a kind of wizard, a "god of bliss" who gave the village jobs and salaries, vitality and prosperity.

"Why don't I try farming too, Na?"

"Even Tahara-san finds it difficult to grow carrots...... Pyong"

"Amateurs are off-limits, Usa"

Serve the cigarette in an ashtray and enter the field as Tahara wraps his arms around it.

The bunnies were watching it with a smile on their faces, but their faces gradually became true to the motion of Tahara.

Because it was a move into the hall, like decades of farming.

The motion traced the movements of the bunnies in different dimensions, arguably the ultimate imitation.

"Su, awesome Piong! Same move as us!

"Tahara is a child who can. I believed, Usa."

"Liar!

While poking into Momo's words, Tahara said, "Ah, no, Na. Shit," he whines.

The bunnies gave a strange look at what was not working.

"You can't just imitate the mould, Na. rejected (...)"

Tahara rises as she scratches her hair polypoly.

Being a beloved man from firearms all over the world, he would have immediately realized that he was not loved as if he were a carrot from this world.

The meaning of the word was accurately conveyed because they are the beloved bunnies from carrots.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a little glad the carrots didn't cheat, Piong"

"Cheating...... Tahara is Maman. I knew, Usa."

"What! So yesterday, my underwear was missing..."

"That's the Usa I stole"

"Why did you steal it! Give it back!"

One bunny rushes under Tahara with Kyung Momo on his ass making a scene. When asked, the farmer came to deliver the letter.

Open the firmly sealed letter and a sneer will appear on Tahara's face.

"Which one...... Heh, Zenobia, heh. This guy, again............... the delightful seed jumped in, nah."

Tahara heads under the peasant who came to deliver the letter, breaking his expression with Niyaniya.

What comes to mind is a new commotion. It was a fact that there are people who have not stayed in the country but have already looked out for the movement of the land outside the country.

"The secretary's bragging outside, and there's gonna be a lot of noise, Na."

Based on this letter, a great feud breaks out - Tahara intuited, but something certain demon kings have no reason to know at all.

In fact, the letter was only a prelude to the commotion.