Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

Small breed dogs coming this way in a straight line looking excited.

Some of the large breed of dogs stopped their legs from falling... most of the group that tows their luggage still run without trying to stop their legs.

I guess those dogs have been running like that for a long time now, out of fatigue or with their legs twisted, their breath rough and it's hard to say that they have all their feet together.

I could fall one day as it is and get hurt badly. Whatever it is, I run straight under them, saying that stopping them first would be a prerequisite.

Arner, on the other hand, has guessed my intentions like that, and then he rushes to the canine tribe, who has just fallen this way. From earlier voices, that doggie tribe looks like a woman, and let's just say she leaves her care to Arner.

That's how I packed my distance with the dogs.

"Hey, calm down -!

Slow down! You're gonna fall like this!

and shout out

Even if a large breed of woman tells me to wait so desperately, it still keeps rumbling, I don't think this will stop me... but that doesn't mean I won't speak up.

If you stop to the best of your ability, you will be seriously injured if you fall weird or get hit by a momentum luggage truck. I hope this stops me somehow......

And when I think about that, the dogs who seem to have picked up my voice with those ears turn to me... and turn that face into a much brighter smile.

And the smiling dogs follow my words unexpectedly and honestly, slowing down the speed at which they run one by one as they gather their excitement.

I didn't know you'd listen to me honestly...... and eating a shoulder watermark, when I stopped my leg, the dogs would approach me as I slowed down to such a right side of me.

That's how the dogs exhale roughly, the color of the hair or the breed of dog...... they split into groups of each dog race and start to sit back on the spot a bit as they lean together.

A group of black hairs with a large body at one time have soggy, thick hands and feet… with faces such as dripping ears, dripping eyes and dripping cheeks.

I'm impressed with how thick the hair is and how much it is, and how refreshing it is across the body.

The next group of big brown hairs have very short hairs and impressive neat and smooth bodies… they have a riddled look with big, pinned ears pointed this way.

Are you serious personality aligned with Bisilli, sitting with Pisilli and his spine stretched out... he's staring at this one without moving one.

The rest is a small bunch of fluffy, fine, long hairs mixed with black and white hair.

It seems to have a color scheme such as black on the back, white on the belly, white on the nose muscle line from the forehead and around the mouth to peek through the disturbed cloak, otherwise partially black......

Is he restless in character, busily moving his eyes and dripping fluffy ears?

Each one of those groups stares at me... and looks like they're waiting for something.

Something... Should I say something from me? And with his head troubled, Arner and Arner seem to have intervened... a group of dogs who have weirdly dyed their white hair with grass juice come here with wrinkles on their nostrils.

"... but why do you honestly follow what the person says when you don't try to lend a damn about your words, you guys...

I thought I'd been walking all night and suddenly I'd start getting excited and run out... not at all... "

Are you angry or moaning, the white-haired dogs say yes to a bunch of dogs, but the dogs don't respond to you in any way, they don't respond... they just stare at me.

Chasing that gaze...... he moved his gaze over here and that's how he noticed me. The white-haired dogs tribe

"Uh... Mr. Arner.

Who the hell is that plain guy over there?

Why is that guy so liked by everyone?

and asks Arner as he points at me with his fingers shaped no different from mine except covered in white short hair.

"That plain is Diaz, my good man and lord here.

I don't know why they like me... even if they ask me. "

and Arner, who returns the words in a refreshing manner without precautions.

The white-haired dog tribe opened their eyes in amazement at Arner's words, and opened their mouths wide... I don't know that because of the hair covering their faces, but I'm sure they're turning their complexions blue, even smugly and trembling...,

"Ji, I didn't say plain or anything -!!

And he apologized out loud like a scream.

"Ji, my name is Canis.

Under Master Eldan, he was a caretaker of small species, and this time he accompanied him as a pull rate...!

Several times I speak out because I don't have to worry about the white-haired dogs clan who keep repeating their apologies.

So they settled down somehow. The canine clan named Canis greets him that way in a tense way and then... begins to explain the canine clan of small breeds.

Those wishing to migrate this time shall be the three families of small species.

That the three families are those whose seriousness and goodness are guaranteed by Eldan and Camarotts.

Besides their personal belongings, the luggage that the Dog Nation was pulling on must be loaded with old people, children, pregnant women, etc.

It will also include other foods prepared for me that I would need Eldan… etc.

While Canis does that, Arner walks around a little... staring at each and every dog tribe and shining his horns each time.

Apparently, that's how they use a soul test for every dog tribe that's going to be quite a few.

... Canis keeps explaining without even realizing how Arner is doing.

"Everyone with black hair is Tibe Masti. We call ourselves Masti.

It is a very brave and powerful family.

Everyone with tea hair is Bar Senji. I call it Sengie.

It is a family member who is very serious and sometimes said to be too solid.

Everyone with white and black hair is Ausun Shepp. I call it Shep.

I am curious about the horns on the rabbit and I am a family member who loves to work.

… please remember that your family name is very important to them "

The family name is similar to the family name of our place.

For example, if Canis was a member of the family of black hairs, he would be named Canis Tibe Masti.

When we call that name, we can abbreviate it to Canis Masti, or we can simply call it Masti and his family name.

The small species are very important to their connection as family members, and it seems to be a great pleasure for them to be called by family names.

Families help each other, live together at all times, and treat all of their families as their own.

It seems that the fact that old people and pregnant women were forced to be brought in their luggage was also due to the unique values of those small species.

I hear such a description of Canis... hum, roar.

I heard the clans support each other and live together... I didn't know that was it...

"Uh... Canis, I have one question...

How exactly do you mean to live with each other?

And I'll tell you what, when I heard the Dogs were coming, I built a few houses for the Dogs, but the house we live in, the Yurt, is just a little cramped for the whole family to live in. "

While Canis is explaining this to me, the old men, women, and children in the luggage are getting out of the luggage and joining their families.

The number of members of each clan who have been able to do so has varied from 20 to 30.

The small species have a very small body, as the name suggests, but they still have as much back length from my knees as my hips... and if that were nearly thirty, I would go into the yurt, but it would be narrow or stuffed with cucumbers.

If it's a big yurt like a rally point...... I know I can afford some, but it would still be narrow, and I use a lot of material when it comes to rally point classes, so it's not something I can build many houses on.

In response to my such worries, Canis laughs at the tease and is fine, and waves in a light manner.

"I heard from Mr. Camarotts about Mr. Diaz and his first living in advance, and since we are deciding on these migrants in the presence of Mr. Camarotts, there is no problem there.

All the small breeds...... like this, its yurt because they like to fall asleep in clumps in a narrow place? But Mr. Camarotts said you'd be able to live without a problem!

And with that said, Canis makes another laugh from the beginning.

And, such a fold, Arner, who seems to have finished his soul appraisal, comes to his side... and speaks to him in a whisper.

(Canis is thin blue... or almost white.

The small breeds... surprisingly, there is no one left, all strong blue)

... I thought it wouldn't be a bad result, but I'm surprised everyone is a strong blue...

Even though the Eldans assure me that there is no red, I don't think there is any white.

Well, the result that everyone is blue isn't a bad thing in itself, and let's just say I'm honestly happy.

And when I think about it, I raise my voice after I get a hazy face about whether Canis even remembered something.

"So, I forgot to tell you an important story.

It's your job, we're talking about your job!

Everyone in small breeds loves to work, but that makes them stressed out if they don't have a job.

So it's important to have a home or something, but it's also very important to know what kind of work you have.

Mr. Diaz, are you okay around there...?

When Canis asks me that uneasy, the small breeds start to look anxious again... and stare at me silently.

... Well, I thought it over properly around there, so there's no problem.

I'm not going to feed you free meals, so I'm going to get you to work hard.

While taking hold of the anxious gaze of the dogs... I nod and show them that I'm okay and open my tease.

"As for the work of the Dog Nation, to help me build the pond that I am in the process of building, to take care of horses and cows going to dinner and so on... I am wondering if those who wish to do so can become leaders.

As a lead soldier, it takes the form of night security, combat training with Klaus... and naturally, if anything happens, you can go to battle.

I don't care which job you get, and I'm willing to accept as much as I can if there's any other hope that you'll let me do it because I can do this. "

As soon as I hear that word of mine, Canis will look amazing.

Suddenly, I don't know... what are you talking about? He seems to think about that in his belly... such a face.

And the moment Canis opens his mouth wide and tries to say something to me... many of the joyful voices that have come up from each clan of small species cancel out Canis's voice.

Those joyous voices as the howls cross are: 'Glad!' Or 'Good luck!' or 'I want to work fast!' The dogs make a scene as they repeat those words.

I would be quite tired if I walked through the night and ran with that momentum, but the noise could go on vibrantly for a while