Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

At noon, the day after the discussion of measures to gather the inhabitants took place, I was sitting near a creek and stroking about Francis and Francois as they watched the stream flow.

First, he strokes his head slowly, then moves his hands toward his neck and back with the way he strokes it so that he presses his hair.

Francis strokes slightly more violently and Francois strokes gently and fluffily.

It's not just that I'm being mean to Francis, it's that Francis and the others prefer this stroke.

Be as gentle and discreet as you can when stroking François's stomach regardless of his taste.

It's been about a month since François was found pregnant, and even though he hasn't grown big enough to stand out yet, he seems to have a child growing up to the point of feeling swollen, and we need to be very careful.

The pregnancy period of Mair is about five months, so given that it is spring now, is the birth around autumn?

By the fall, I wonder what's going on in this realm, and in the village of Ill.

I wonder how many more inhabitants are there, or if new villages are being created, and the fact that fewer inhabitants... I don't really want to think about it.

The gathering of the inhabitants after yesterday's discussion is moving at once.

I don't have any particular problems with putting up a sign near the neighborhood for the Klaus proposed residential recruitment, or paying a pedestrian for the Arner proposal to promote this territory if it ever comes, so I'm just going to try to do it, and as for the sign makers, it may have already started on Klaus' initiative.

But that doesn't mean that the inhabitants will be gathered soon, and it doesn't mean that the inhabitants will be gathered for sure... I wonder if there are any better ideas for gathering the inhabitants.

... in that sense, Grandma Maya's proposal... maybe that proposal I immediately rejected is a quick and optimal solution... but I don't know...

"What, Diaz boy, did you call me?

"Uh-huh?!

Are you Maya?

No, I called and nothing. I'm not even speaking... "

No sound, no sign, suddenly I am surprised at the appearance of Grandma Maya, who appeared beside me, stopping unexpectedly the movement of her hands stroking Francis and the others.

Grandma Maya slowly opens her mouth as she gobbles out to my flank the horn of protest that Francis and the others should not suddenly stop stroking her.

"... well, I kind of thought Diaz Boy was calling, but was it your fault?

That's a continuation of yesterday's story, boy... why can't we have slaves?

If you sell dragon materials and buy slaves in large quantities, how quickly will there be more residents?

Why wouldn't you?

Yes, Grandma Maya's idea was to buy slaves.

A living hell where those who were sold off at an early age, those who committed heavy sins, those who owed more than they could repay, or imprisoned interracials, are no longer treated as human beings and treated as tools, and such treatment lasts until the time of death...... that is slavery.

Slaves can be bought at a less expensive price, which would also make it possible to have the number of people for one village in no time... but I...

"Slavery... or I don't like slavery.

I saw a few slave soldiers on the battlefield, but that was already terrible.

Everyone is fading, young slaves are not satisfied and their bodies are not growing... they don't even try to live because they have no hope or anything ahead of them in the fight.

So much so that some slaves would jump into enemy swords and go stabbing them wanting to die fast and get easier on the battlefield... "

"... then wouldn't it just be a good story if Boya didn't treat the slaves badly?

"Buying is a problem in itself, if the money turns to the slave trader, a new slave will be created.

It would be even worse if we knew that slaves could be sold here.

I don't think the people who become slave traders are collecting slaves by following the law correctly.

… we want to prohibit people from having slaves or selling them in our territory. "

"Right, right.

... Good, boy hates slaves.

We don't like slaves either... peace of mind "

That's what Grandma Maya laughs at when she says it.

I raise my voice in amazement at what I am saying to Grandma Maya like that.

"Ha?!

If you don't like it, why did you come up with a plan to be a slave?

"As more people went here, I was afraid someone would mention how slave-promoting it is.

Before I did, I told you, so I led the boy against slavery to forbid slavery by territorial law... Oh, my God, I'm glad you didn't have to do that either. "

"Then I wish you had told me to do so without doing anything roundabout..."

Maya and the others were all blue on Arner's soul test, and I would accept it positively if anyone in blue had any suggestions.

"Right, boy's right.

I'm sorry.

I haven't really thought about Casdex for the worse.

Maybe you're in a hurry. "

"Casdex...... you mean the lord next door?

He did manage to say that Klaus was a terrible lord... "

"You're right.

Of course he was not praised as a lord, but the lord and his eldest son publicly proclaimed that hunting slaves was a hobby and not a hustle.

My second son is my second son, and I gather female slaves to serve him. I am busy and I am not.

While I lived there, I'd already heard terrible stories about slavery... "

Grandma Maya's eyes, staring at me as she said so... were shaking quietly.

I stared back into its eyes.

"This realm won't happen, so I'll be fine."

and snort hard.

Grandma Maya laughs contentedly at me like that, leaving a word of thanks and then walks away slowly trying to get back to Yurt.

Dropping off about Grandma Maya...... chewing on Grandma Maya's words I start stroking about Francis and Francois.

Isn't it against the boulder to repeat a horn poke while we're both talking to Grandma Maya?

If they do all that, I'm sure my flanks are full of moles, right?

I'm sorry if I was obsessed with the conversation, but the limit is... Oh, yeah, okay, I'll stroke it, I'll stroke it.

I don't have any more business today, and I'll spend the rest of my time for you.

... That Arner's coming this way... I thought he said he was busy with chores today... maybe... another visitor?

"Diaz, the pedestrians are finally here, the village boys let me know that they'll be here soon after finishing the deal in the village"

The pedestrian who came to the haunted village, when I asked Arner about the pedestrian, didn't answer anything, but where was the alert attitude at that time?

Now, for my village, I am a long-awaited pedestrian, a pedestrian who plans not only to sell all kinds of tools to herbs for food, but also to advertise the territory.

I mean, it's an important customer, and naturally I need to show my face...

So Francis, Francois, don't be so mad at me... the horn poking power is increasing, it hurts.

"Well, we still have time to get there.

Until then, keep playing with Diaz and the others.

I'll notify Klaus and the others and check the warehouse inventory. "

That's what Arner says with a bitter smile when he sees how angry Francis and the others are.

"Oh well.

I'm sorry, Arner. I'll take care of everything.

I'll help you with your chores when you're done dealing with pedestrians. "

When I say that, Arner walks away from this place with a smile on his face... and I stroke Francis and Francois until they're satisfied that this is still the case.

You stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, and around you tired of your hands, a bunch of people appear to be traffickers across the meadow in a direction where there is a village of ghosts.

A bunch of pedestrians slowly approaching us as we raise the sound of wheels turning and horse ringing and... the sound of luggage swinging or something swinging Karan Karan.

Stand up to take a good look at it and gaze as you stretch out your back.

The front carriage, which draws two large black-haired horses, is of considerable size, and the escort surrounds it.

There's a hung bell on the roof of the front carriage, and every time the carriage rocks, it rocks and makes noises with Karan Karan. Is that sound letting the customer know the merchant's here?

From the moment such a carriage approaches me step by step and puts that figure clearly in my sight, I can't keep my eyes off that carriage... and I get stiff as it is.

Carriage… or I can't take my eyes off those who are on the carriage table. The escort probably looks like a normal person, so I don't have a problem with that, but what the hell is that look like?

He wears brown clothes that seem to be made of some kind of beast leather, covers his legs with tall boots, and slowly comes this way wearing a hat that is quite small compared to the size of his head...... frog head.

Green skin on Piocon and eyes on his face, big mouth spread wide to the left and right.

I'm not talking about my face resembling a frog or anything like that, I'm pretty sure Arre is a frog, and the frog comes in his clothes and manipulates the carriage.

If I can't keep an eye on those frog humans... Klaus rushes over here to see what's going on.

"Ha?!

and when I see that frog human, I raise my voice of surprise and stiffness.

Maya and the others, who came to see what kind of merchandise the pedestrians had brought, also began to sound a screaming surprise when they saw frog humans, and began to bother.

"Oh, looks like you're finally here.

That's Frogman's businessman. "

And finally, Arner shows up and says nothing without even realizing how we are.

Frogman...... Such a race exists too......

Well, Arner, then you wanted to say something in advance, didn't you?

All of a sudden that look is bad for your heart.

That's how Frogman comes running the carriage right in front of us, stunned and stiff... slowly slowing down and stopping the carriage.

Frogman, who stopped the carriage and then stroked the horses with a finger with the suction cup on his tip, stepped out of the crowd table and showed them in line with the escorts... took off his hat and began to greet them with his head bowed behaving.

"Hey, you're Diaz, the rumored dragon killer.

I'm Paige de, a businessman. It's an honor to meet you. Come on.

I brought a lot of rare monkeys today, so let me make a good deal today. "

Frogman speaks out in a low voice reminiscent of a man as he rattles his gecko gecko and unique sound in the back of his throat swelling at the same time as his voice.

I managed to say hello to Frogman, who named me Paige, and stared at her face... and I was saddened by the breadth of the world.