Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

Even though it snowed and I spent a lot of time inside the yurt, it doesn't mean that my work outside is completely gone.

Sometimes I go outside in the cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the maids, white geese, geese, and horses.

There's no reason why you need to look around... clothes, cloths for yurts, mayr cloths, etc. on the snow, and some winter-only jobs called snow exposure.

They say if you leave a cloth on the snow on a well sunny day, the whiteness of the snow will make it so, or the stain stained with the cloth will come out... that's how they clean the cloth called the cloth all over the village during the winter.

That said, if there is snow or more clouds, I won't be able to do such work... I need to stay still in the yurt to avoid getting hit by the cold and getting sick in weather like now, such as when the wind is overwhelming or when severe cold is coming.

What the Arners are doing on those days varies from knitting, needlework, to studying how to handle medicinal herbs and how to deal with diseases.

I just have to be free to be confused. I'm working hard, studying... and in doing so, I've been spending some of the last few days blurring, unnecessarily.

Because I asked Arner if he had a job in the yurt that he could do something about...,

"Diaz worked hard enough until winter, so you should do whatever you want, grandiose in the yurt.

On sunny days, we go hunting, and on days when we don't, we slowly nourish our English, that's the way winter is.

Sometimes if you were a little more clever, you could ask... well, if you're really free, why don't you just polish your axe?

And that's what they said.

Unmanly landlords, that is, landlords who were not prepared enough for winter, whether it was cold or snowy, need to go hunting to feed their families... I don't have to do that at the moment, and clumsy things go hand in hand with this.

other landlords in a situation similar to mine...... I mean, I asked Arner what the ghost men were up to.

"You spend a lot of time drinking, making bows and arrows, sculpting arrows and sheaths.

Some people are bluffing without doing anything... well, each one of them is on their own '

So... then I've spent a few days up to today wondering if I'd try that too... but I couldn't.

I couldn't get used to it.

If you're eating even though you barely work, it doesn't taste like it doesn't go through your throat... it makes you feel bad.

I'm not talking about places that don't suit my sexuality, if I keep living this way, that's what I'm going to get sick of.

That's why I'm going out and working, cold or bad weather, and I'm going hunting because I don't have a field job, and when I try to speak to Arner like that, Arner, who was knitting, sighs out a little "Phew," and throws a little leather bag at me before I say anything.

"I generally know what you're thinking without bothering to put it in your mouth.

Don't be stupid if you're normal, I'd almost scold you not to look sweet at winter sickness... but it seems more poisonous to stay still on Diaz.

… the leather bag contains medicines that warm your body and spices that Eldan gave you.

Eat a spoonful of that, warm yourself up, put on your mair cloth skin and winter clothes... well if you're not too far from the village, why not?

But you don't have to go alone, take someone from the cold-resistant Masti clan and follow the rules of the winter hunt. "

Arner said that to me when I received the leather bag...... I said a word of "thank you" and nodded firmly as I grabbed the leather bag that seemed to have been prepared on purpose.

"... by the way, what the hell are winter hunting rules?

Tell me more. "

Nodding and then when I say so, Arner returns his voice as he resumes knitting.

"You must not hunt females first.

This goes hand in hand with the winter preparations, depending on the type of prey, but winter is both a breeding season and a parenting season, imitation that reduces the number without darkness is strictly forbidden.

With similar rules next time, the herd males should not hunt.

No matter how many males, you may hunt if you are an isolated male from the herd, without an ex or a child if you hunt a male who is protecting the herd.

And hunting too many is strictly forbidden. One or two heads a day is the limit.

Leaving them for a long time, though they can be preserved if they are frozen, will lose flavor, and dismantling a bunch of them in the cold skies will break bones. Hunting for numbers is a sunny day.

By the way, there are no rules about monsters. You can hunt them as soon as you find them. "

To that explanation I get up, nodding, "I see," turning my shoulders, turning my hips, and relaxing my cold, hardened body.

Once you've solved enough, get dressed... open the mouth of the leather bag that Arner prepared for you, and throw the contents of it into your mouth... by picking a finger of an amount that would be roughly this much for a spoon.

"Or spicy?!

"... it's a spice, so it must be hard."

Half-eyed Arner tells me that, while the Senays and Francis laugh at me and manage to drink it down...... warm me up quickly and I will unravel my body again.

If that's how you warmed your body to sweat, take on the battle axe and get out of the yurt with Arner's "come home before sundown" pushing your back.

Weather one step ahead of a snowstorm called strong, cold wind blowing under thick clouds.

Every yurt has a deadline for the entrance, and I thought there was no sign of anyone... but they felt my signs. Murph, Chief Masti, rushes over here with the snow drawn out by Bohu Bohu.

The Masti family originally lived in cold areas, and thanks to their blocked winter hair, they are able to beat the winter cold even without winter clothes, and thanks to Erie's winter clothes, they are able to stay unhindered even in the snow.

That's why the Masti clan was the focus of my winter lookout... and it seemed like I was just still looking around.

"What's wrong? Dear Diaz.

What can I do for you, if you need me!

Returning the words to Murph, who says so, "Thought I'd go hunting for a bit," Murph swung his tail around in his winter clothes, causing his winter clothes, which are shaped like cloaks, to burst.

"I'll be with you!!

To Murph, who says so with his tail swinging, I say "please" and I say so... Now, I wonder where he went and I looked around the snowy scenery.