Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village
Regenerative Flame 8
When I was busy with political operatives in King's Landing, Father Volke appeared in the Mansion.
"Hey, Ash."
"What is it, Father Volke? I'm so busy right now that I can't welcome you."
I welcome Father Folke in his office, where I owe him a favor, writing back a letter or something.
You know you're not welcome in words?
This is a welcome greeting between me and Father Volke.
If you're not really welcome, you're being pushed back.
"I was busy running the orphanage, too, and I came by the shrine. I'll leave as soon as I'm done."
"Say it quickly. Let's have some tea."
This is not a welcome, but a very welcoming attitude.
"I don't need tea. My maid's sister, who led me here, will prepare it for me."
"No, because it's a tea for Father Volke, we have to prepare a special crude tea."
"Does that mean something special in the negative direction?
Isn't that obvious? I don't think it's a good time to serve special coarse tea in a positive direction.
Receive a sealed letter from the Grand Priest while beating him with a light jab.
"I was consulted when I took that letter from the Birkan Grand Priest, and you wanted me to take care of it?
The tone of Father Folke did not hide the impression that it was unusual.
"What kind of mood changes have you ever had that you've been indifferent to?
"Yes, I suddenly needed it."
Hmm?
Speaking of which, Father Folke talks to him as he hammers at him without much interest.
"I hear you're in trouble with Vicomte Yasoga. That's what it takes to get involved."
"It's creepy that you know how you feel about Father Volke. So it's a fake?
Cut the crap.
I don't know what you're talking about.
This one is really creepy.
Father Folke murmured with a grumpy face after exhaling a sigh of frustration.
"If you need me, you can give me a hand too. Fenex nursing home and how to decipher ancient languages."
"... it's a fake, no doubt."
"So stop that bullshit, kid!
Until the maid brought me some coarse tea, I continued to see if the defective middle-aged man in front of me was really Lord Volke with a nasty curse.
"Damn, you've turned into such a good year, why are you like this..."
As Father Folke complained of the bumps, he raised and lowered his shoulders slightly for tea.
"Because you say things that aren't like you. Have a look at Dr. Ruth. Must be a bad brain. No doubt about it. When did you hit your head?"
"Sometimes people try to be nice. Of course, I didn't mean to do anything with it."
"What? Say that first. Then it looks real."
Knowledge is what Father Volke has been demanding as a replacement material for handiwork.
"You, don't you hear the word self-growing smart nanobot?
"Nanobot?
Technologies that were at the forefront of my life's memory.
To chew it up, nanometer-sized miniature machines combine the ability to grow on their own and artificial intelligence, making them a fuckin 'convenient substitute.
For example, if you inoculate a medical nanobot, your cold or flu will heal in a few hours, or your symptoms will go away.
If used as a vaccination, as long as the nanobot is active, it can also be expected to have a dramatic effect of not knowing the cold.
Further development may result in permanent enhancement of physical abilities.
"I remember reading it as one of the legends of ancient civilization in the previous period."
Really? I thought you might know, but I don't think you do. "
Yeah, artifacts.
Father Folke looked up at the ceiling with an overwhelming expression.
"What's wrong with that, Father Folke?"
"Ah, that's the kind of word that comes out of the old document being deciphered. I'm in trouble because I don't know what it means."
Thank you, Father Volke promised to give up.
"Well, even if you give it away, you originally invented the method of study at the Fenex Nursing Home, and it's true that you helped me to decipher the ancient language where necessary. Don't give up, just report it."
"No, but it still helps."
The letter from the Grand Priest Birkan is much the same.
There are various reports coming up from the temple of Sakura, and there are promises to report to me as a feat, such as pointing out the problems of the library list of the regional temple.
The Sakura Border Territory also received a reply approving my handling of the achievements accumulated so far by the Territorial Reform Promotion Office and the results of the earlier werewolf annihilation.
In addition, each Lord of the Border Alliance has received a reply agreeing that my commitment to the conclusion of the Alliance will be a gift of my efforts.
Yeah, this combination of merit and pressure from multiple sources seems to be enough.
A golden medal to make a princess your wife.