Fun Territory Defense of the Easy-Going Lord ~The Nameless Village Is Made Into the Strongest Fortified City by Production Magic~

Leaving aside the suspected hero scam of Kusara, the problem is more than a bunch of caravans coming from behind Kusara.

Suspicious guys come up with a huge list of tough baldness with weapons, moxicans in fur, and young men with axes in their armor. There were also many carriages, riding horses and saying, "Whoa!" or "Nooo!" Some people scream.

It's the end of the century. The end of the century is here.

"It's not easy. If you report it to the Alliance, there will be plenty of fools after you. Well, I know what a neighborhood village is, so make sure they're ready for the night camp. Come on. It's bad when people in the village are scared, so let them sleep outside the village."

Kusara says so, but so does it. The adventurers are going to be good at it in the future. I need you to spread the good story of the village here.

"Wait a minute. In the meantime, sixty people can sleep now. Let's just build a minimal wall around. Mr. Kusara may return to the village. Good luck."

When I told him that, behind Xala, Flamilia lowered her head gracefully. You're definitely a lady, that guy.

And so I look around as Kusara remembered.

"Where did your husbands go?

"Mr. Ort and the others are exploring the area around the dungeon. It just doesn't seem like a good location. Looks like we haven't been able to create a dungeon exploration base."

"Heh. This is your turn. Well, let's get some rest today, and I'll show you an example from tomorrow."

Hearing that the Orts were struggling, Kusara said so in a good mood and headed to the village.

Arte squeaks as he sees behind it.

"He was a servant of the Baron Stratos family."

"You know what?

When asked, Arte pulls his jaw with a sad face.

"... Yes. I hear that since the Baron's death, he's declined. Perhaps the house has been destroyed..."

"Oh no... you look about my age, but thank you for your hard work..."

When Till says so while holding his mouth, Arte tilts his neck.

"Oh, no, Baron Stratos, there's only one lady in the house, and I was wondering if she's around thirty years old..."

"Huh?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the village for Arte's words.

"... the world is full of wonders"

Camsin squeaks smudgingly, but no comment. Avoid an extra word about a woman's age.

"Well, then you're back in town. The store doesn't open yet anyway, and I think it's making a temporary wall protection as a first aid. I think it's good enough walls to hold back a medium-sized Warcraft. When the bad guy gets here, let's try to get him to run off to the village."

"Yes."

"You might want to surround yourself with walls where you put your carriage"

When we have that conversation, the adventurer who reached our place sees us and opens his mouth.

"Oh, come on, you've been playing in a higher-than-huh place for a long time."

"Kiddo! Even if the village is close, it's not safe out there!?

"Hehe. Beautiful sister. You're a pervert, aren't you? We're hugging each other. Just go home."

and raw people like scoundrels spreading at the end of the century have cursed their mouths.

Is that it? You're not cursing me?

"... are you worried?

"Looks like it."

"Sounds like clumsy, but sweet people"

"But I'm a little scared of my face..."

I was a little disapproved of Arte, but I was personally surprised by the better. When the three men in front of the end-of-century adventurer shut up with a face like the statue of the Golden Rigid of Azure, the adventurers who were laughing behind it came forward.

"Did I scare you?"

"I'm sorry. The white vows don't look good."

'Cause that's awesome.'

and follow from other adventurers. A raw adventurer at the end of the century is a white oath. What a party of names. Why did you give me that name?

Looking at the end-of-the-century adventurers with that in mind, a thin man in silver shining armor opens his mouth.

"But what are you really doing here? When the Beast comes, it's dangerous."

That's what they say and snort.

"Thanks, but I'll be back in the village as soon as I find something, so I'll be fine."

Looking back at the village and answering, the man frowns.

"... after all, is that the village on the edge of the example? You think a fairly young baron is the lord from what I heard in the guild? It's got a lot of money and personnel, but that's how important this village is to the Marquis."

I tilt my neck at a man who says that with a face. [M]

Who, the baron? Would there have been such a young and capable baron in the Marquis faction?

Well, rumors are rumors. Rumors must have changed dramatically by the time we got to King's Capital from Marquis territory.

"So, what's the play?

And that's what men have asked me to think.

"Waiting for wood?

"Waiting for wood, what?

Returning doubts returned even more doubts. Well, the Hundred News is only at first sight.

"Camsin, Woodblock received"

With that said, Camsin came here with a wood block with only three left.

Receiving it, I solidified my image in my head and made a simple fence about ten meters crisp left and right.

I turned it into a lattice fence so that I didn't have to use any ingredients at all, but it felt like a wide doggie.

"It looks a little bad, but, well, it's a temporary fence. I wonder why it's good like this today. In the end, we're going to surround the whole town with a barrier about five meters high."

When I said that and looked back, Pocan and the adventurers with their eyes and mouths round looked at the fence.

"Hey, what, what..."

The adventurers are pointing at the fence with words they don't quite understand, but I'm the same dissatisfied.

"Do you understand? That looks unreliable, doesn't it? Well, it's far sturdier than it looks, 'cause in a week or so, I'm gonna make a decent wall protection."

When you put your hands on your hips and squirm like that in a sigh mix, some of the adventurers shake their necks left and right into small pieces.

"No, no, no, no."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"What the heck, that higher-than-high sorcery!?

Adventurers who, when someone turns off their mouth fire, make a noise for the dam to destroy.

I was wondering what to do, and Dee and I just brought in Marutai.

"Master Van! Maruta, I brought thirty bottles first!

That said, the adventurers open their mouths with a flash of colour to Dee, who piles up the whole thing before me.

"... No way, this kid... Van Nay Fertio...?

The moment someone squeals like that, Dee pulls out his sword and yells.

"Who threw up the word now!? Step forward! This Marquis Fertio house...... no, Dee, the head of the Knights of Ceato, will succeed!

The adventurers groaned and lagged behind Dee, trembling in anger. Hey, you're out of serious. Horrible.

I'd be incontinent in front of you, but the boulders are the adventurers of the desolate.

Some of them were disgusted with Dee's story and came forward.

"Jizzy! That Temehe is going to kill us!? Try it, here!

One complains, pulling out a long, thick iron sword and pointing a cut at Dee's face.

He glanced at the sword and waved it at the same time as Dee dropped his hips.

At the next moment, a tall metal noise rang and the adventurer's iron sword was cut off in the middle. A severed sword strikes the universe and pierces the ground.

To the sight, the adventurers, who were excited, also changed their complexion and retreated one step or two, pushing silently.