Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

It's been three days since I picked up the Mayans in the meadow, and I look around to see that it's gotten busy here too.

In the yurt where we live, in the yurt of Klaus, in the warehouse, in the breeding hut, in the hut, in the well, and in the three yurts where Maya and the others live, there is one large yurt for the assembly assembled in Maya's hope.

Even if it's not the size of a ghost village, how spectacular is the sight of yurts and buildings lined up like that, can we call this a village anymore? I think so.

I wonder what a village's name would be if we were to take this place as a village.

An easy name to understand and remember...... Meadow Village...... Yurt Village...... hmm, that's not good.

Think about this for a while... I can't think of a good idea at all... this sounds sooner to ask someone for their opinion.

I call out to Francis and the others at my feet, and I turn to the rally where Arner and Maya and the others are.

When it comes to what Arner and Grandma Maya and the others are doing there, the answer is to work on Francis and his hair.

It is not that the hair of the mayer can be used immediately if it is pruned, but requires various tasks such as washing, unwrapping, and spinning.

Quite a lot of work and not enough manpower in boulders to do those tasks in our house that take a lot of time, and most of the hair I've ever pruned was used to barter with ghost villages.

Seeing the hair being replaced as it was pruned, Grandma Maya and the others raised their voices that it was a waste to just use such fine hair as it was to replace it, that it should be treated properly and added value, and that we should use the treated yarn to make something even of it.

I used to do that kind of work in my village, and there were so many things I wanted to make, and above all, I couldn't stand living under our care, and Maya and I wanted to work for the realm.

There was also Arner's opinion that people who were somewhat old would get sick or frightened if they were not doing their job or anything, and it was up to Maya and the others to decide what to do with the hair.

We can handle the hair, make the yarn, replace it, and we can make something ourselves.

However, I want to continue bartering with the Ghosts, so when I gave my permission to turn a certain amount to exchange, Grandma Maya gave me a full smile to hope that I would do well.

For that reason, when the sun rises, the Mayan ladies and gentlemen gather there at the rally point, washing and unraveling the Mayan hair, spinning in the yarn wheel given to them by the ghost tribe, seem busy every day, and seem to work with pleasure.

If you approach the rally point, you will hear the songs of the Mayan grandmothers who work like that... their hearts warm to that indescribable gentle sound.

Yarn, yarn, thin.

Spin it down, roll it up.

Cute or belong to the lord.

Yarn, yarn, thin.

Spinning and tying, love match.

Beautiful or have a child in the back.

Such a song that sounds repeated.

I don't have anything to think of in some of the lyrics... well, I gently roll up the cloth at the entrance to the assembly hall, holding my mouth, not to mention giving water.

Today the spinning work or the caracallas and the yarn wheels are spinning in unison in the yurt.

Mumbling the song around the yarn wheel, Arner and Grandma Maya all smile... what a peaceful sight.

Arner and Grandma Maya noticed me and proceeded with the work to the point where the work and the song came to a paragraph before stopping their hands.

"What's wrong with you? Diaz, you look unusual and difficult today."

With his wrinkled face, he put his eagle nose up and down, Maya... but he's not even old.

"Yeah, I thought I'd call this a village because there were more people and more yurts.

So I was thinking about the name of the village, but I couldn't come up with a good name inside... do you guys have any good ideas?

When I say that, the Mayans look at each other and begin to make opinions about that and this.

Diaz Village? No, no, no, no, no.

I also want you to spare the village of Diaz Arner, the village of love? That's a little too......

Oh, Klaus, are you here too... that you have a good idea if it's a village name?

Whoa...... the Dragon Killer Village would be too bad to talk about anything.

You're dismissed too.

Hmm, you don't get a good idea in there.

Shall we turn it into the village of Francis...

...... hmm? What, Arner, do you have any ideas, too?

"... what about the village of Ill?

It will mean the first village in the old word.

It's easy to understand, and the storytelling won't be so bad "

Ill villages, Ill villages, Ill villages.

Um, it doesn't look bad.

Do your gaze around… Klaus is slightly unhappy, but no one seems to disagree.

All right, the name of our first village in the territory is decided in the village of Ill.

With more inhabitants, there was nothing here that could be called a village, and this is how things began to be made... can we say that this is going well?

At this rate, I'd like to expand the lively and peaceful sight of the work landscape just now by increasing the number of people and more villages on this meadow.

Hmm? What? Everybody up suddenly. What's up? Are we done for the day?

Huh? It's normal to celebrate because the village is new and we've decided on its name? A feast this evening?

Oh, oh, do I need to do that?

No, no, it's not the opposite or anything, of course it doesn't matter, let's all make a big noise today.

The feast that took place that way was... if I told you, qualitative.

"Come on, come on, we'll all sing and dance till nightfall today."

The Mayans clapped their hands and performed a song on the instrument, saying so without showing fatigue that they would be tired after a good amount of work.

"What, am I dancing? And with Mr. Francis and the others?!

My grandmothers screamed at me. Klaus kept dancing in front of the fire with Francis and Francois to match the song.

"We need to get the liquor somehow too, we can handle the food, but there's not enough liquor for the feast.

Hmm? Me? We'll drink, we'll drink every big bottle. "

We all ate the vanilla and meaty dishes made by Arner that surprised me at that age that he was such a level alcoholic, and that's how the sun set and the area darkened and stayed up late, and we all kept making noise until near the dawn when the sky grew white.

When it comes to a feast, it's just a little short, quiet and elegant, but it's so much fun and I want to go on forever, such a feast.

I enjoyed it enough, too, but everyone seemed to enjoy such a feast, and everyone who woke up rubbing their eyes with a lack of sleep around noon the next day wants to have another feast, and starts to say something like that about when they will be feasting in the future.

Next feast, if a new village is formed or something good happens, we'll have a feast, and if everyone thinks about how to gather the people and how to develop this place, we'll have a chance to have a feast, right?

Oh, that? Everyone suddenly changed their eyes.

... to Arner, to Klaus, to Francis and the others...

I don't think you can compare it to when I asked for your opinion before, or are you motivated?

I'm glad everyone got motivated like this...... I'm not going to be so sure.

Oh, yeah, okay, well, then why don't we all come up with a plan and start discussing how this realm and this Ill village are going to develop.