Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Well, I'll take a look."

The clerk who receives the clothes offered in a respectful manner. And you activated your skills, slightly changed the vibe.

"Ko...... here this is, oh, customer!?

For the first time in a rush, the gentlemen noticed what was going on with the other clerks and customers in the store. I don't want to get too much attention, so once I cough up "Kohon," the clerk also corrects the collar and returns the clothes with a more polite method than when I received them.

"Looks like the value has been recognized correctly, more importantly. I'd rather talk to a lot of people in a separate room if I could, okay?

"Yes. Let's get it ready right away."

In a hurry, but without imitating it like a run, he drops off the clerk from behind.

"... brother, I think this is going to make a scene later"

"Maybe. So, this is what we're gonna do. In order to secure the population, we will first need a protagonist. I thought about the city's underground resources, but it's bound to be needed by that city. You can't use that in this situation."

"... that too. If your brother thinks it right, don't worry."

Georg dreams that one day that city will grow bigger and that it will be able to cross on an equal footing with humans, both economically and militarily, and be recognized as a nation. No matter how long Georg lives, he can't live forever. One day, there will always be a time when I have to leave there. By then, we will have to develop to the appropriate level of culture.

I am therefore thinking that it would be decades, maybe a hundred years, for me to do all I can.

I have repeatedly understood that the inhabitants cannot grow, even if Georg is cleaning up all things by himself. We can't tell them to build their own country from scratch, but once food, industry, and commerce reach a certain level, the rest is for the residents to tackle and develop their own problems.

I am, then, a being who retreats from the top and moffs every beast man.

"Brother...?......... is something wrong with your face?

"Hmm? It's your fault."

"Ha...?

My lower heart seemed to have appeared in my expression.

"Sir, we're ready, come here"

That's where the clerk with the appraisal skills just showed up. The two followed the guidance and headed to a separate room behind the store.

"Welcome to you. My name is Eduart Goltberg and I am the President of this Chamber of Commerce. How dare you..."

An old man waiting inside begs to shake his hand as he greets him with a smile.

"It hurts with the chairman himself. I'm Georg Stanford. This is my sister Ferris Stanford. Today, we expect the story to come together in a mutually agreeable way"

That's what I say, hold that offered hand.

"Feel free to call me Ed, but please. Yes, thank you."

"Mm-hmm. You can call me by name, too. It's easier to call him than his last name."

When I sit back as recommended, the clerk who has guided me to this point gives me the number of people something like tea and leaves the room as it is.

"So, Master Georg, just now, are you sure you want to get down to business?

"Oh, I don't like to go around. Let's start here, let's just say I want you to buy this off."

On a table sandwiched between them, placing the dragon-skinned clothes, Ed quickly ate them.

"This is... using dragon material... indeed, the touch is different from hemp and silk... smooth and tasteful, and more importantly... I can feel the magic. Where the hell is all this stuff?

"We'll talk about that later. I'll tell you what, it's definitely not an obnoxious product. So, can you buy it or not?

"... not right now. You won't have a problem with buyers, but you don't have the cash to buy anything like this right now."

The answer was from the scope of Georg's expectations. Therefore, answers are also available.

"With me, I don't mean buy it right away in cash, etc. It would be best if you could pay some cash, or split things up."

"Things.........?

"First, the question. How many subhumans are in this city?

"Subhuman?...... I don't know the details, but if the beast man is probably a little over fifty, three or four elves, at the blacksmith, maybe five or six dwarves?

"Can you buy them all?

to Georg's words, Ed opened his eyes

"Buy the subpeople that many, what the hell..."

"You don't have to answer that. Can you, or can't you?"

"……… will be possible. If you don't put a thread on the gold."

"Then let's buy it at the highest possible price than the market. That's the only thing that matters if you say it's even ten times more likely. Still, I guess I still have enough money to sell that, huh?

"... yeah, honestly, I was wondering if that might be the kind of thing I could use up"

"Well, then give those subordinates about ten clothes each, and not the crude ones. That's a lot. Then we leave the other month or so of food and blankets, and then the cows, the pigs, the goats, the sheep, these livestock... right, ten each, the proportion of the stags and the animals to the experts. Come on, how much is this?

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"Then get them out of town by noon the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, the day after tomorrow!? It's impotent!!

"If I could, I'd give you 10% of the money left, just like that, okay?

"……… 30%"

"Ten-and-a-half percent, that's the limit. Any more high hopes will destroy you, huh?

"………………………………… OK. By the day after tomorrow, we'll figure it out."

"Business deal, is it done?

"... you're no match. Okay, let's get the order we just received and the revenue and expenditure report in order by the day after tomorrow. Since you wish to keep the remaining amount at our Chamber of Commerce?

"Right, you'll be taken care of again sooner or later. I'll never let you lose it."

"Somewhere, because we'll even start on a giant farm?

"Something similar. More than that, I'll be busy from now on, so it's time for me to disperse. Hey, before you do, can I have some cash? Road Bank."

"I'm in awe. Let me get you some gold coins. Thank you for your patience."

"Mm, I'll take care of you again. Bye."

That's what I said. Georg and Ferris get up and leave their clothes with Ed and head to the door.

"Well, before we do, we should know each other's faces."

in front of the door, laughing as if he had come up with a prank, retrieving the hood and looking back

"Hmmm... ahhh!?

"Remember, this face, I don't think it's gonna hurt you, okay?, then, in this."

Two people wearing hoods and walking away again. Ed left in the room for a while, but thought of Georg's order and rushed out.

Starting that afternoon and the next day, the Goltberg Chamber of Commerce said it was temporarily closed.