Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Asked where the Sakura Border Territory has the most contact with the outside world, the Quid Chamber of Commerce is the first to name it.

Taking advantage of their friendship with me, they first acquired the lab's development products and walked to introduce them to other territories. As a result, the Quid team has customers at the top of each region.

A merchant with a Quid Chamber of Commerce sign said in front of the gate that he had brought a new product from the Sacramento border, and he said he could reach the local leader, and in some cases the lord himself.

Usually it is not that easy for outsiders to meet the most busy and powerful.

The Quid Chamber of Commerce network is also valuable to those involved in the administration, and it is natural to be able to ask for this and a favor.

Of course, there's a set of thanks for asking.

Currently, the Sakura Border Territory treats the Quid Chamber of Commerce as an informal diplomat.

Ask the Quid Chamber of Commerce for a special item when it seems a little too big or too conspicuous to send an official diplomat.

Would you please deliver this item to the great man over there?

Yes, because he likes it. Yeah, I guess I can finally ask for this letter.

What, just a little greeting. Kind regards,

This is what it looks like. When I was talking about accepting international students, I asked for a special product like this.

Sometimes at that time, Mr. Quid knew the circumstances of the three international students and was familiar with them.

There is no merchant better suited to respond to the international student's request to send a souvenir along with a report letter to their territory.

Rather, I can't introduce other stores because I'm afraid.

Pat and I are only the elderly, but they are the three sons of other major township classes, and are guests who are not only in our territory but also in a position to shape the future of the surrounding area.

Mr. Quid can be confident that he will instruct the clerk to welcome the most senior customers from around the corner of the shop, but he could not be trusted by other shops.

In the unlikely event of a poor response, it would be a diplomatic problem.

"I'm sorry for your sudden request."

Tomorrow is the time to send a letter from an international student. Since it was this morning that a request for a souvenir came out, he apologizes for the form of pushing important customers who should have been contacted in advance, and Quid smiles as usual.

"This is a terrible thing. Today is a normal opening day, and we must do everything we can to make sure any customer arrives."

After being worthy of the top of the Chamber of Commerce, Quid surprised himself with a young smile when he was a petty peddler.

"There are nobles in the world who look like peasants."

Is that just about me?

"No customer should look downstairs. Ash-kun, who taught me that, is a really good customer for me."

Of course, you'll drop a lot of money. The old merchant laughed so.

Three international students are looking for a shelf with lots of Sakura Border Belgian specialties to enjoy.

"Distilled liquor is still cheaper than what you see in the Baron's Territory."

Especially happy is Mademoiselle. I buy a bottle of my mother's favorite liquor in dozens.

Since there is no transportation fee and there is no intermediary fee, there will be a considerable price difference.

There will be no shipping charges for this shipment, as it will be performed by the Knights and Guards of the Sakura Border Territory to send important letters.

To be precise, the Saccura Border House has a transportation fee.

So it is definitely a bargain, but I feel that the bottle in dozens on the boulder is too heavy for the letter.

"Mr. Medici, do you think the luggage limit is on the boulder?

By the way, pointing out that point, the girl in her early teens smiled.

"Of course. I'll drink half of it."

My alcoholic daughter liked alcohol.

I have something to say, but it's not illegal in this world.

As long as you know how to drink, you can't blame your mouth for sourness. It's self-responsibility around here.

I will try to move forward with other products by saying with a smile that I hope you will soon be able to do so.

So, how about this ointment or candle? It's made by me and Micah's hometown, Noscura Village. Recently, the fragrance has become elegant, so I wonder if you can convince the upper class. "

"Well, your mother would be delighted to be Lord Fennex's friend!

Miss Medi's voice came, as did Miss Salle.

"The village where Sir Fennex was born.... Is this about Sir Fennex?

"Yes, this ointment I made for the first time... will it be?"

"I didn't know that. If you send it along with the story, you'll be happy."

When I appealed to the local industries in my hometown, everything in the store disappeared.

I feel like it's been a long time since I've been able to get to Noscura Village.

Since accepting the evacuees from Ajor village, the village of Noscura has also grown.

Since the number of people has increased, the business of making ointments and candles is also expanding sequentially. Recently, they have also begun to grow aloe.

Arun, who is separated from the female team, seems to have shown an interest in preserving his food.

Although the desired shelf life has not been achieved, bottled food in ceramics and glass bottles has a reputation for being definitely better than previous preserved foods.

Canning is still a major corrosion problem for metals, but it has been more successful than before.

The best are now canned gold and canned silver. Naturally, both are chemically resistant metals.

The problem is that the cost is too high because the material is expensive. There is no way we can produce large quantities.

However, it sounds as depressing as gold cans and mountain-blown confectionery.

It would be funny if it contained a toy assortment...

Looking back at the memories of each product that the international students had, Quid shook up the subject.

"Was there a problem with the letter from King's Landing that I gave you the other day?"

"Yes, of course. Thanks to you, I know what happened to my friend."

The other day, a caravan of the Quid Chamber of Commerce returned from King's Landing brought a message from Faulke about a defective middle-aged priest.

As usual, put on plenty of copies much heavier than letters.

According to the letter, the deciphering of ancient characters progressed again, and the handwriting was difficult to read even for me who was accustomed to reading it, and it seemed very exciting.

It seems that the reason why it has been difficult to decipher is because the three unique nouns that were thought to be the key to deciphering Sanjin were not monkey gods, dog gods, and dragon gods.

If such a big mistake was made, I would have noticed it sooner, but it seems that the monkey god and the dog god were compatible and confused the situation.

It should suit you, but it doesn't suit you as you proceed.

Stuck in the orphanage, Father Folke seems to be looking back at his memories in the Sakura Border Territory, distracted by bad kids.

At that time. It was written in the letter that I remembered a lot.

Speaking of which, just before you left Border Territories, you said something funny about a fucking brash kid who's totally great now.

In Lord Volke's letter, it was written about ten times that I was glad to remember the changes on God's side that I mentioned earlier - the prehistoric theological knowledge that plain God absorbs and builds upon the powers of other gods.

Perhaps the names of the three gods are different.

With that in mind, Father Volke worked on the plain task of breaking the puzzle that had been assembled to some extent again.

As a result, God, who was thought to be the Dragon God, came to the conclusion that his name and role were different.

The last god now forgotten, written in ancient documents, is the god of the immortal bird.

It is said that it is a god that never perishes, handing over to people what God of dogs and monkeys has created, and guiding people.

"Too much to talk about, Lord Fennex."

That's what the letter said.

Even if I complain, I've never chosen my own motif.

From there, the decoding of the ancient documents is slowly showing progress again.

The reason for the discomfort seems to be the difficulty of translation due to the fact that the three gods are depicted in a completely different tone from the temple doctrine.

"Rather than worshipping him as a god... it's such a strange impression that he entrusts hope to his children and fellow men."

That's how Father Volke describes his confusion.

A copy of Lord Volke's research report describing the results of the decryption has also been sent to me.

Thank you for looking at it, but it's a little strange.

I can't read it.

Father Folke's research book is quite well dressed. Even if it is difficult to understand, it is not so difficult to understand at all.

I'm sure I know exactly what Lord Volke is saying.

However, when I get a copy of the old document and try to read it, I can't read it.

When you try to recognize ancient sentences, you fall into a strange sense of distortion of recognition, as if there was even garbage in your brain that interfered with your thinking circuits.

If you describe the situation, you should be able to read, but you can't.

It could be a kind of brain disorder. It's a speech disorder. I've hit my head hard before.

That must be the cause.

--I feel comfortable if I think so, but I have another idea, but I insist in myself that it is not.

Map information that spills directly into your brain when you fight Trent. The sense of disturbing the recognition of ancient languages feels something close to it.

It also improves the sensitivity and healing abilities of the five senses that you learn after fighting monsters.

Something is between the monster and me.

Yes, I have doubts about it.

Well, that's why what I do today remains the same.

At best, there's only a plan for the plane in what we're going to do tomorrow, and it's just going to go ahead regardless of the monster.

I mean, nothing has changed.

Some of the luggage from King's Landing was secretly concealed from a classy and cute envelope, unlike a defective priest.

It is a letter of patience from Her Royal Highness.

Bad mouth. If there is only one virtue I can find in the middle age, it can be used as a cover to facilitate interaction with Miss Alicia.

Miss Alicia's letter was written in a jumping script that gave a glimpse of the activism of the writer.

Apparently you were in a good mood, and I felt the mood of my best friend before looking at the contents, and I smiled too.

Princess Alicia has been popular with shrine officials since she waved her arm to improve the sanitary environment in the treatment room of the martial arts tournament.

Since the medical technicians who were there, including Mr. Ruth, are of a knowledgeable class, they have a close relationship with the temple.

They probably had a good reputation for the princess, who until now had a negative image because of the Marquis.

Once she has grasped the trigger, Miss Alicia is a very good talent.

Getting along with scholarly skin priests would have been easy.

I have no doubt how useful it will be, but there are some famous messengers in the shrine called Father Volke - I don't believe it at all - there.

It's going to help Ash even more!

Miss Alicia's preference is dazzling.

I have not yet received a reply, but I acknowledge in my letter that I will respond with my whole body to her favors.

If anything goes wrong, don't hesitate to let me know right away.

That's what it is. If necessary, I will go with Miss Alicia's help. That readiness has been in place for a long time.

Let Mr. Quid know the contents of such a letter from King's Landing.

Neither of the owners of the letters is a stranger to Mr. Quid. The secret part has to be kept secret.

Mr Quid nods with joy.

At this time, Mr. Quid is aiming for a casual gap during the conversation that doesn't bother the people around him.

"Speaking of which, I heard from one of our chambers of commerce."

After a brief chat, Mr. Quid sandwiched the information in the gap that had been created.

"Looks like it's been a long time since we've had a large shipment in the Gothic Chamber of Commerce warehouse. I'm sure you got something unusual."

"Well, there's a lot of stuff in that chamber of commerce. It's certainly been a long time."

This is the Chamber of Commerce, which has been unable to do business properly recently.

I said I couldn't do it anymore, so I'm sure.

No, it's not like I was crushing a commercial enemy for a favorite business association, but as a public servant in charge of government, I acted within the scope of law and conscience in the course of my duties, and that's what happened.

Nothing wrong with me.

Rather, it is the Gothic Chamber of Commerce that is at fault.

They were fattening their stomachs by selling sidewalks from the Lord's storeroom during an emergency.

Incidentally, he was a corrupt official named Manera and Dolwo, who had been spoken to earlier by the niece of the yak chef.

Bad things around here were discovered when we sorted out the issue of stockpiled food and the leader's portable food.

In other words, corruption in this hand is not uncommon in this world.

I am proud that my initial response was very gentle according to custom. Or maybe that made the problem bigger.

The Gothic Chamber of Commerce, instead of showing a reflective attitude, tried to acquire me, who scolded me like a caring mother.

If I refused the takeover with my strict father's face, I would have been threatened this time.

My God, the Gothic Chamber of Commerce was an evil, unbelievable little villain who could always tell when people looked sweet.

Don't let such a small scoundrel live. Just as when I was a corrupt official, I hit the Gothic Chamber of Commerce with all the means at my disposal.

Specifically, the connections of inmates, the business of the Quid Chamber of Commerce, and the prestige of the lord's family are the means I used.

From the back, the outlaw of the territorial capital, from the front, the up-and-coming business enemies, and from the top, the perfect formation of the territory's top.

As a result, the Gothier Chamber of Commerce, also known as the Sakura Border Territory, was on the verge of crushing in a few years.

Regardless of what you think, we are not in a business situation where large luggage will be transported to the warehouse.

And there were no signs that it would recover.

It looks like a filthy little villain is up to something weird, so be careful.

That's what Mr. Quid wanted to tell you.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen the Gothic Chamber of Commerce lately, so I'll ask you to say hello."

When I was told that I understood the meaning of the advice, Mr. Quid served me a bottle of distilled liquor with satisfaction.