Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

It was past noon that day.

When the tavern is finished, there will be a tavern banquet hosted by Gordia, and people who want to drink alcohol will gather in the tavern, and the Arunar and Dong people will unite to prepare. In the evening, the preparations will be completed, and the people who gathered immediately after will collapse into a wooden one-story tavern.

And immediately, I heard the sound of tapping on the cups of trees... and immediately, everyone's cheers echoed as if they were ringing on the ground.

Looking beyond the entrance of the tavern, I strode into the tavern in awe of the cheer, being pushed by Francis and Francois' head.

Me-me-me-me ~

"Mehn"

Without you, Lord, the two of you will say that, and then rush into the back of the tavern to overtake me.

In the tavern where the two ran, the wooden table and wooden chairs were lined with narrow places, and thanks to the lamps and a number of skylights, it was very bright, and a refreshing breeze was blowing from the skylight.

The grassland wind is blowing from a certain direction every season, and several skylights seem to be shaped to take in the wind. There is a skylight that takes in the wind and a skylight that spits out... There is also a groove that catches the garbage that entered with the wind directly under the window that takes in the wind.

In the back, there's a cooking area like a sake yard, and there's an entrance to a cellar that manages the liquor... and Gordia's going to work for the guild while working there.

Near the cooking area, there is a long counter beside which there are chairs for the guests... There is a table for the orchestra, the bard and the dancer at the side of the counter... Francis and Francois run up to the table.

Meh-meh-meh-meh ~

"Me ~ me ~ me ~ me"

And then the two of them alternately made a singing sound...... everyone in the tavern cheered and cheered.

The cavemen filled their seats, Arnault and Nalvant, Sanat and Aumun at the counter, and Gordia at the back of the counter... Isa and Eli are also helping to get in and out of the cooking area.

Several other Shep women in apron appear to be in and out of the cooking area, and they seem to be in charge of simple cooking and serving.

And when Arnault at the counter came over to me, he showed me how to sit next to me... honestly, I could hear Sanat and Narvant chattering while drinking.

"Dad, I think I'll make some dirt in the creek on the other side of the village next time, what do you think?"

"Nh? Oh... that's not a bad idea, but if you build a dike and prepare the flow, the water volume in the creek might stabilize and gain momentum, stretching beyond the wilderness."

If that happens, it might have a good effect on the reclamation of the wilderness that Lady Senai and the others are trying to do.

Hubert should have been familiar with water treatment, so it's good to ask for tips and precautions.

If Hubert doesn't know anything, he should ask Ben. "

"... from my dad's point of view, is Ben treating you like a boy... well, I guess that's true in terms of age."

"Well, it's a young, young, energetic, good village, and a good village has good wine to drink."

In response to those words, the two of them drank the sake in the glass at once, and then they were boosted by another topic.

Aumun quietly gazed at the uplifting situation of the two of them, smiling, lifting the cup and drinking while doing so...... Francis and Francois may be watching the situation of the family, drinking more and making more noise and singing more and more.

Then the whole tavern flourished... various voices came from all over and various conversations jumped into my ears.

How's the mine?

We're out of gas for a while.

The road has a good finish.

We need to manage the horseshoes so that the horses that are unfamiliar with the cobblestones don't break them.

Is the Sekigaku finally about 10% complete?

You've been too obsessed with this too long, have you seen the finished drawings and are you going to fight a herd of dragons?

"The temple is a fun job because you can do all kinds of carving."

"I'm going to break the rock, shred it and carve it, put my hands on it and make it majestic... it's the true nature of the Dong people, isn't it?"

The pillars are maor, the walls are maor, the floors are maor, the handrails are maor, and the maor goddess... even with your eyes closed, you can still make maor carvings.

The laundry job sounds interesting.

Isn't there any good laundry tool?

"I guess I'll have to try to make it. For now, if I try to make anything, I can see ahead."

I guess we'll have to make washing tools that work with the windmill!

"Hahaha! Your clothes are going to be dusty in no time!!"

Drink your wine, wet your beard, turn your face bright red, and talk about it.

It's not just a place to drink alcohol, it's a meeting place or a meeting place... there's an atmosphere a little different from the usual conversation, and it seems that there are stories that pop because there's alcohol in it.

Some of them drink alcohol with blueprints and work tools in their hands... while Arnault enjoys the food and alcohol that is silently served.

Hmm, this is the cuisine of the kingdom, it's not the same as the cuisine of the Mayas.

It's a kingdom dish, or it's a tavern dish, but it's a dish that helps you enjoy your drink.

"... um, it's not a bad idea to just eat the food that comes out."

While having such a conversation with Gordia across the counter, Arnault is eating and drinking more and more... and seems to be fully enjoying the situation where food he doesn't know comes out without cooking for himself.

I can breathe like Arnault, and I can work like the Dongmen... and Joe and the others who seem to be coming will enjoy a good drink... Yeah, the tavern is not bad when I look at it like this.

With that in mind, I grabbed the chair in the corner...... and took it to the table where Francis and the others would dance and sing and put it there. Then, while Senai and the others were returning from the wilderness, I fully enjoyed the atmosphere of the tavern and Francis' performance.

a woman in a horse-drawn carriage travelling along a street leading to the territory of Mahathi

Wearing glasses with amber frames, the blonde hair began to dullly mix with gray hair was rounded up over her head, and she had a leather coat and skirt without any decoration, leather boots as her travel costume, and a large travel bag on her lap.

In the swaying carriage, around the age of fifty, the woman was just looking at the front of the carriage.

When the middle-aged man who was to ride with her calls to chat, the woman replies with a smile, but the smile is not from the heart, it is made as a social gesture... The pin and stretched spine of the woman does not loosen no matter what the man says, no matter how much the carriage shakes, it continues to be stiff as if it were steel.

It should be physically and mentally burdensome, but women endure with a sense of pride and mission in their hearts... I think with all my heart that I want to meet someone sooner rather than later.

The king's trust is strong, and the hero of national salvation, the duke, seeks his own power.

Because I am an immature mature person, my skills as a woman... present me with a rigid employment condition to learn social etiquette.

The land is lonely compared to the king's capital, and the development is not progressing, and it is a place where people spend their days in the tabernacle without even having a house, and life there is said to be tough, but... it is not a problem at all, but women just keep looking at the front thinking about the days when they can meet the duke.

Iron Mask, Iron Wall, Iron Heart, Sufferer.

The heart of the woman who was called like that in the King's City actually played more than the day that the woman married her life-long companion... but the woman didn't yawn and kept it in her heart... and the people around her didn't notice anything about it.

I am only a little concerned that I have left my lonely husband in the capital, but it seems that I can use a postal pigeon from the duke's territory to mail, so if life is calm, I will send a letter to summon him, and there will be no problem if I can bring him in alive.

(... I will definitely make the Duke a fine gentleman, and my wife and daughter a fine lady)

At the end of her thinking, the woman who thought about it put a lot of strength into her luggage... and in doing so, she was motivated to be a little quicker.