Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

I was watching you make a lot of fat.

I'm starting to make a lot of fat the next day I plant potatoes.

As a bottom preparation, I already made fattening and use it.

In the village of Elves, the faeces out of their own homes are dumped outside the village once a day.

I made him make a fat pile and throw it out there.

The fattening itself is popular, until now it has been discarded near the village and has a strange odor, but when it is discarded in a lidded and deep fattening, it is no longer smelling.

Fattening is a very hygienic device. When discarded there, the fermentation of faeces begins and the temperature rises to seventy degrees, killing the germs and parasites from which the disease originates. Above all, it becomes available for fertilizer.

Without following the process of fermentation, fertilizing manure directly causes nitrogen starvation, root rot, and the crop becomes ill. Often they damage crops with methane gas or heat when manure breaks down in the first place.

"Well, human shit itself, it's not something I like to use."

I open the lid of the human manure that was fermented by fattening into a giant dirt mound, and the leaves of Caede that were picked up by a village woman, and the shell that was thrown in large quantities when the wheat was degreased and left alone for a week.

Don't forget to let the wind flow and not deliver the smell as it emits a smell like the end of the world during fermentation.

If it's just human manure, there's a shortage of nitrogen, phosphate and potassium, all of which is compensated for by momidi and wheat. Unbalanced fat can also be poisonous, so I formulated it with care.

"Okay, you're fermenting well"

Something like white mold is growing on the surface. Evidence that fat is doing well.

For fattening, new faeces are put in daily, so fermentation is incomplete. In this way, fermentation is further enhanced by the addition of nutrients over the course of a week.

"Once every 10 days, if you spin the oxygen and activate the bacteria, it won't take a month."

The best time to add fertilizer to potatoes is now a month from now, just when you've sucked the nutrition out of the soil. I'm just about to make it.

I whisk the smell in the wind, stirring it to get some air in. Still, I can't prevent the smell completely and desperately suffer from nausea.

Once the fat is done, the colour becomes black and brown, and there is no stench and the smell of soil. I think of that sight and stir it into a heartbeat of corruption.

"Cyril, no, village chief! Imperial soldiers are coming, we'll be there in about half an hour!

An elf young man who was a watchman...... Loreau came to me, pinching his nose, stirring a lot of fat. Ten days after we raided the supply base, it was surprisingly slow.

"Oh, I'll get ready to pick you up. How many people can handle crossbows?

"Thirty."

"Keep your voice to everyone"

"Okay. Where are you picking me up?

"It'll be good in the middle of the village, it's easy to aim for there."

"You think I'm gonna use a crossbow?

"First, you'll be sure. Will you tell everyone to keep their minds open with that intention?

"Rikai. I'll see you later."

With that said, Loreau runs and turns back. Sometimes I'm in a hurry, but I guess this smell was hard. When I succeeded in making this fat, I decided to make a detailed recipe and push this job on him, and I went back to the village.

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"This is, you've come a lot. Empires. What can I do for you today?

The Imperial soldier came with ten people aboard two carriages. They are all fully armed and reveal their vigilance.

I wouldn't expect a supply base raider to be in an elf village, but it would be a precaution based on the fact that soldiers who came to collect taxes and new elves have not returned the other day.

"I'm Joseph. I'm here to take up taxes. Shall I have the village chief's niger out?"

The man who seemed the greatest of the soldiers took his helmet and put it in his mouth.

Bad personality seeps out of my eyes that look around me.

And from the fact that the armor has family crests dug in, I can assume it's noble.

"Nieje has left the village. I, Cyril, am in charge now."

I hide my heart, but I deal with it poorly.

"Not yet, are you a child? Will you stop joking?

"No, in the village of Elf you will be an adult at fourteen. I am treated as an adult in this village. Everyone in the village was convinced that I was the village chief."

You don't seem to be convinced of my words, but it looks like you saw how the elves other than me decided they weren't lying.

"Then you can do it. May I offer you the quantity of wheat written on the paper and three compatriots?"

I'm just going to stick to the business. I can see that I can't afford a voice or a trick.

Are you in a hurry for something?

"I should have paid my taxes this year. How could you possibly add me at this time?

Because of this, I'll put in an exploration, I want to see what these guys intend.

"The base is attacked by thieves and there's not enough to send them home... I don't care! Come on, come on."

Well, this isn't retaliation for killing the previous guys, it's purely a distortion that I raided the supply base.

As it turns out, I'm not the one who attacked the supply base.

"I refuse"

"Oh my God!

"I said no. In addition to the tax already, we even give them the deposited wheat. If you take any more, you won't make it through the winter. Instead, would it be time for you to return the deposited wheat?

Deposit wheat, as its name suggests, is wheat loaned to the Empire.

In order to prevent rebellion, the Empire is trying not to let stockpiles be an elf village except for minimal food. Against the Empire, the mechanism is that the wheat deposited will no longer come back and starve to death. Besides taxes, they take most of the wheat in the village.

"Deposit wheat? I don't know. You're not supposed to keep it this year."

snarling, said Joseph, a representative of the soldiers.

The empire looking down at us, even if it obeyed, would easily reverse the promise if it became inconvenient this way.

"Shall I bring the deed?

"Well, are you going to bring me a forged deed? If you do that, I'll slash your neck off on this spot. You don't seem to understand, let's just kill you and get the next village chief ready!

This man hasn't noticed. The winding air of the elves surrounding the soldiers is becoming more and more sinister, and fingers are starting to hang on the crossbows hidden behind their backs...

"I see, that's how the Empire behaves. Fine. I give up on the loaned wheat. But no more, I can't put in any wheat or offer the villagers. We'll starve to death, and we can't lose any more of our people."

"Hey, hey! You're not mistaken! We're not here for a favor! I'm ordering you! Starving to death? Then we'll kill you from one end and turn you into a demon stone! Then you'll have less food support, and you'll have winter even if you pay taxes! We have plenty of demon stones and happy. You are happy without the village being wiped out, and everyone is happy."

Joseph pulls out his sword, attaches it to my neck, and brings his face closer to the limit on it, and stares at it.

You must have been frightened that it was me back in the day. But I don't feel terrified at all right now. Because I remember the experience I've faced so many times with fear that I can't compare to such a chimp.

"That's an interesting idea. But I have a better idea. I will kill you all, and there will be no additional levy."

"Well, you tell me. Aren't you standing up as a village chief and in a bit of a shape? What can a powerless elf do?

"What can you do? It's quicker for you to see it than to say it with your mouth. Shall I give it a try? Shoot!"

At the same time as I scream, I take out the crossbow that the elves had hidden on their backs and pull the trigger, which was arranged to surround the soldiers about 20 m away.

The strings are already squeezed and countless arrows arrive.

And the arrow pierces the armor of the soldiers lightly, and pierces their flesh.

"Ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"It hurts, it hurts."

"Why, why, the Imperial Invincible Armor!?

The faces of the soldiers who had done so by now are drawn.

Five people who had a bad hit are dying instantly, four are alive but have fallen on the ground. They are beating around.

The arrows are painted with poison based on the tricabuts I picked in the mountains, combined with some mountain vegetables and manure. Immediate neurotoxicity causes severe pain and prevents you from even standing around for half a day.

The crossbow is excellent penetration, but not enough stopping power. It's a small idea to make up for it.

This makes it a weapon that renders it incapable of combat as long as it is around.

Watching it, I was about two suicides in too much pain. Was it a little too much? We need to improve the poison a little bit.

"Now, as you can see, even a weak elf can get this far."

Joseph, with his butt cake, lags behind without standing up.

I've killed them unilaterally so far. You can't be ready to be killed.

The corpses around and the voices of fellow hitting around in severe pain are multiplying fears.

"It's a problem. Why, are you the only one kept alive?

Joseph doesn't answer my questions.

It's hardened by fear and it's not the same thing.

"Time is up. For one thing, I wanted information, so I wanted one person who could torture me. I could have taken the steeple off, shot him, but he was a little too tempered by the poison, and using that could break it, right? So we have something special for you."

At the same time that my words are over, an arrow flies in from behind me and pierces Joseph's thigh.

It's a bow that Lucier shot from 100 meters away. She is muscular; she can be hit where she aimed with almost no error if the distance is less than 100m.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Suddenly I call, but not so much blood. The poison is just a muscle relaxant. The pain should be rather difficult to feel just because you can't help it.

"So I won't kill you now, but I'd rather die than die"

"Stop it! You think you can just do this!?

"I don't think so. That's why. I want to talk to you a lot. Do you want to be, too?

When I point to the corpse of a soldier while I say so, the look on Joseph's face catches. The people who were spared instant death have also been fatally injured by the elves.

No, it's not that beautiful. Countless arrows all over your body. Only to kill. Oh, no. Just to clear my grudges, I'm beating my wrath unharmed, relentless, harsh.

Being on the battlefield more than in ancient times and being a soldier who can't kill people was a problem. Statistics say 70% of recruits can't pull the trigger. Even a gun is that. Swords and spears seem to make that tendency stronger than it is for the feeling to be conveyed in your hands.

In a way, that was the biggest concern. Can the elves who don't know the battlefield really kill people?

But the worry was worrying. The pain that has been abused so far, the grief that has deprived the loved ones, the desire to protect the companions that are now next door, is pulling the trigger.

"We don't run anymore. I won't let you take anything away from me. I have the courage and readiness to face it. And there's a weapon to win."

Stop saluting. That's it for the acting.

The elves around me nod. The days of leaning down and weeping are over.

Even if it hurts, it looks forward and scratches desperately. The feeling is shared by all.

"Let's just relax, yeah, this village is suspected of rebellion because the previous guys didn't return. If we don't go back, suspicion turns to certainty and 500 fully armed soldiers are supposed to attack this village!

"So what? We've already killed everyone but you, and all we have to do is talk about how we're going to fight."

"If you let me get away with it, I ask you not to attack the village, so yes, if you give me proper wheat and three elves, all my dead men will be killed by a bandit! So don't kill me! You know that, don't you? Five hundred soldiers, huh? When that comes, a village like this will be over in a flash. Hey, come on."

"There's only five hundred of you. If that's all, don't do anything."

I analyze the current information objectively. The result thus obtained is a presumption that we can beat twelve.

About five hundred people have been licked to see what they can do.

I can't help it. This village is a long way from the Empire. The road is steep. It is more than 200 km, and even though it is paved, it is in the middle of a mountain. Organized marching is difficult, and it costs enormous amounts of money.

Besides, the number of people beyond that doesn't fit for getting the Demon Stone, and some are licking me that about elves, that's enough.

"Well, shall we just take our time talking about what we're going to do? It's okay, I'm not gonna kill you. Like I said, I have a lot to ask. Plus, there's one more reason I'm not killing you. Your armor, your fine family crest is dug, isn't it? Good workmanship. That's proof of nobility, isn't it? Noblemen become money."

In a prominent position in the centre of the armor, a crest is engraved that follows the lion.

In the Empire, these decorations are a privilege of nobility and are not allowed by the civilian population.

"When the battle with the five hundred troops is over, I'll put it together, and I'll charge you a ransom, until then, I'll have you properly, alive"

In this day and age, demands for the ransom of prisoners are extremely common.

Of course, where I did it with those miscellaneous fish soldiers, I have to be ignored and sold as slaves at the end, but nobility becomes gold. I have money in me, and it cares about my health. Wherever the house paid for the pavilion owner, there were rumors that he abandoned it for a waste of money.

I want a little more money. Self-sufficiency in this village has its limits. I don't care how much money I have to buy from other villages and cities.

"I don't like it, I don't like it, it's such a lie"

I pull Joseph into the warehouse of the village chief's house, wasting his time like a child.

So take off your armor and start preparing for torture. I just leaked a lot of information, but I still lack any credibility if I don't hear it out by proper means.

Joseph, his body, trying to escape but not moving freely with poison, does not allow it.

"Let's make it this way."

I grabbed the burnt iron pipe and ran over to Joseph.

First, we need to see how credible a story is to say five hundred soldiers. You're a nobleman, so you can listen to a lot of other things.