Hakai no Miko

Hopkins is a pedestrian.

He worked in the city's merchant house for ten years, at which time he took back the money he had accumulated, starting with a small dragon and a front carriage. At first I took what I purchased in the city to the countryside, where I started by exchanging it for wheat and other produce.

I dared to go to business in rural areas far from the city so that people from my industry wouldn't visit me. I am aware that I make less money for the effort involved. But because of that, I also had a village that would now be quite cordial, and I was starting to feel like a first hand job.

Confident in that, he decided to propose a generation to a woman he knew when he worked for a merchant. The girlfriend is now an important family member riding in the front carriage behind her. Since three more years, there has been another important family member named my son.

I don't know, but I'd say it's a smooth, full life.

When such Hopkins visited the city of Holmeer Country, he was carried away with rumours that the army that went to exorcise Zoan, who lived north of the Sorbiant Plains, accidentally caught fire to himself when he set fire to Zoan's village, causing numerous casualties.

Hopkins thought this was a business opportunity.

Since the Sorbiant plains were once Zoan's sphere of power, it is normal for the same pedestrians to consolidate and move as caravans between themselves or accompany them to the army in order to go commerce in pioneering villages and fortifications dotted on the plains.

But if we put together a caravan, that's all the profit will be dispersed, and it's hard to find a go-between to go with. Also, I didn't know when the army was going to leave next, and I knew they would demand a lot of mindfulness if I tried to go with them.

Then I thought, "Why don't you just go and sell your supplies into the fort?"

Sure, the Sorbiant Plains were Zoan's sphere of power, but that's an old story.

The Zoans have been exterminated by the army and are now driven to the far north hills. That would leave little chance of Zoan and the others attacking us on the plains. Speaking of other distractions, the bandits, but I thought there wouldn't be any stupid wild thieves who would work in the plains where Zoan and his army roam around.

Hopkins wanted to strangle himself a few days before he thought so.

"Now, what are we gonna do with these guys, Gallum?

"Soma told me to bring him here without killing even the soldiers. I just have to take him."

In front of Hopkins, two Zoans, redhead and blackhead, were discussing it. They are both rough bodies and are likely to be ripped off with a twist on their necks or something.

Other than that, Zoan surrounds his front carriage.

"Zoog, let someone run to the fort first and tell them about this"

"Ooh. Okay."

When Zoan, the redhead, went to his other companions, Zoan, the blackhead, walked over to the podium where Hopkins would sit.

"That's what I'm saying. I'm sorry, but I need you to come with us."

With his wife and child covered in his back, Hopkins desperately had to shake his head vertically.

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Hopkins doubted his eyes when he was brought around the front carriage to the fort surrounded by the Zoans.

A number of Zoan's tents surround the fort. All that or the magnificent Zoans are walking in and out of the gates of the wide open fort. Instead of burning down the village of Zoan, on the contrary, it was clear that the fort was falling into Zoan's hands.

As he boarded the front carriage through the gate into the square of the fort, he was surprised to see numerous human figures as well. Many of them seem to have burns and injuries, as rumoured.

"All right, wait here. - You guys, unload the front carriage."

The back half of Black-haired Zoan's words were directed at the Zoans who were around him. They take down the medicines and the like loaded in the front carriage to the ground of the square one after the other. They were freaked out when harm could be done to their wives and sons, but they didn't even try to touch themselves in any way.

After a while, a human boy came from inside the building with the daughter of one Zoan.

"The pedestrian came here better?

I wonder if Zoan is catching me just like I am, and the boy speaks to Zoan, the brunette, intimately. Besides, Zoan, the brunette, got in a bad mood and freaked out that he might just come down here, but he answered without Zoan being able to care about it.

"The luggage in the front carriage is ointment, bandages, etc. Originally, you were going to sell into this fort."

"That helps. I'll buy it all, so how much is it?

"And, hell! Money is fine. So only the life of my family......!

"That's not how..."

"I really don't have any money, so I can figure it out!

"... I'm in trouble. Sheml, I'm sorry, but I need Mr. Marcronis."

After receiving the boy's words and Zoan's daughter, who was next door, entered the building, he brought back an old man with several knife wounds to his face after a while.

"What can I do for you?

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Marcronis. The merchant came to sell the medicine more, but I don't know the market, so I was hoping you could tell me."

The man, called Marcronis, checks the type and number of items that Zoan has taken down from the front carriage and arranged on the ground.

"Twenty pots of ointment. Two hundred bandages. Ten pots of wound medicine. Fifty packets of medicine for the abdomen?... Hmm, that's about thirty-seven pieces of silver coins, including the increment of the amount of danger I've come to sell."

That was about the same amount that Hopkins was trying to sell in.

"May I take that amount?

Good or bad, Hopkins had no choice but to be the boy's.

Even though he continues to shake his neck vertically, the boy interprets it as acceptable and instructs Zoan and the others to take the medicine to the building.

"By the way, you came from the city, didn't you?

"Yes, you're right!

"Then I'll pay you double, so I'd like to ask you a few questions…"

The smiling boy's face was Hopkins, who seemed like a very evil man's face.

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A few days later, Hopkins' front carriage was heading south down the plain.

The carriage of the front carriage, where the goods were lowered and emptied at the fort, was ridden by two odd guests instead of their families.

"Uh-huh. I still don't like this front carriage."

"Be patient. 'Cause this time it's about getting inside the city."

"Oh, no, you're going with Soma, so I'm not complaining. Of course!"

The relaxing chatter on the carrier is about a beauty with beautiful woolly stirrup limbs even from Hopkins (Beauty Beast?) is the daughter of Zoan, who seems to be, and a strange human boy called Soma.

The condition the boy put out instead of picking up the product he took for twice his forehead was to guide the boy to the city. Of course, in the meantime, it is conditional on having my wife and son deposited at the fort.

Initially it seemed like he was going to go alone with the boy, but Zoan's daughter said she was resolutely going to follow him, and one stuffing occurred. Black Zoan was desperately trying to stop it, but Zoan's daughter didn't listen hard enough and finally decided to take him as a slave to the boy.

When Zoan's daughter said she would pretend to be a slave, she was so surprised that the Zoans around her were about to graduate that she even went out to those who cried and begged her to stop, I wonder how important she is in Zoan.

But more concerned is that such Zoan's daughter takes care of the human boy in a worthy manner.

Watching the two of you over the past few days surprises me with Zoan's daughter's devotion to the boy.

Wake up earlier than the boy in the morning and wait for him to wake up with meals and personal details ready, and never try to lie down until the boy is asleep when he goes to sleep. Also, when the boy shakes his shoulder slightly in the north wind, he softly puts the hairy textile on his shoulder and quietly puts his head on his own knees when the boy naps in a swaying front carriage.

It was like a human maiden floating in love for the first time.

Hopkins would have laughed off too if he had heard stories from others that Zoan and humans could devote so much to Zoan as they hated each other.

And the other thing Hopkins wonders about is that the boy doesn't know too much about things.

"One of these, one dinas? Are you saying?

The boy asked Hopkins, pinching a piece of bronze coin from a pot containing military funds he had taken out of the fort.

"That's right. Dinas with a single piece of bronze coin"

"Is this a gold coin?

Next, it pointed to a dull golden coin.

"No. That's a brass coin."

It is a coin made of brass, an alloy of copper and zinc.

It has the same material as a Japanese five-yen coin.

"Huh. What kind of coins are in circulation in this world?

Hopkins replied, wondering if this child would make a funny representation of "this world".

"Iron coins, bronze coins, brass coins, silver coins and gold coins are in circulation in Holmeer. In other countries, it's usually like that."

"How much is each worth?

"Iron coins are one-twentieth of bronze coins. Four bronze coins, one brass coin. Twenty-five brass coins and one silver coin. Fifty silver coins, one gold coin."

"Five thousand bronze coins for one gold coin. Will it be five thousand dinas?"

To my surprise, I immediately stated the value of the money.

In this era, calculations can be made by people who work in gold accounts, such as merchants and officials, or by people born in wealthy noble and knightly houses.

But as far as Hopkins could tell, the Ethereal Horse didn't apply to any of them. I don't know anything about it for a merchant or official, and there can't be a human born in a wealthy house with Zoan.

"Well, yeah, but I usually say melanise with one brass coin, agnise with one silver coin, gluconise with one gold coin"

"Wow. Does each currency have a different name? I'm in trouble."

I want to be surprised, Hopkins thought, this way.

I can't wait to wonder where you might be surprised by something so obvious.

"How much is a dinus worth?

"Right. If you go to a city tavern, it's more or less a dinus. And..."

Hopkins reached out from his table and when he opened the grocery box, he took out a large round of bread from inside.

"Here's one loaf of bread, two dinas."

"Is it decided that one bread is two dinas?

"That's right. Otherwise, we're all in trouble, right?

In this day and age, bread, which was the staple food, is an essential part of life. Most exchangers strictly regulated the price of this bread. If there were to be such a thing as soaring bread prices, many folks would be unable to buy bread and starve. And because if a hungry people run to riots and looting for bread, it will damage the country.

Most wheat years, etc., often reduce the weight of wheat used or add more mixtures such as barley, but if you do too much, you will also be punished for that.

The fixing of the price of bread was also to stabilize the value of the currency.

Money is the medium of exchange. For example, suppose there are two people here, A, who want to sell fish, and B, who want to sell meat. If A wants meat and B wants fish, a barter will be formed between the two. However, if one or both parties do not want what the other person has, barter cannot take place. This makes me lag where there are business deals.

But at this time, if you have currency, A and B turn each other's things into currency, once you want what they had, you can exchange it for fish and meat from currency, and if you don't have what you want, you can keep the currency on hand and buy what you want from others. This allows for much smoother deals than barter.

However, this must include both A and B, where the currency has been recognised for its value.

So the exchangers are guaranteeing the value of money by fixing it as a piece of bread in two dinas. The cost of bread, which is also directly linked to life, is easy to understand and use for the people.

"So what's the split eye on the surface of this bread and it's burned?

'Cause if you do, it's easy to share when you eat in the morning, noon, and evening'

"One of these breads is for a day. Besides, this world eats three meals a day."

Three meals a day are normal in modern times, but it is not uncommon for them to be two meals a day, depending on the time and place. In Europe the ancient Rome was three meals a day, but since then it has been two meals a day until the Middle Ages. Also in Japan, until around the middle of the Edo period, it was still two meals a day.

"It comes from the fact that the Seven Pillars God hosted three feasts a day celebrating the Sun, the beginning of this world."

Talk like Zoan's daughter said she can't wait to be able to explain to the boy.

"On the morning when the sun is resurrected, the most momentous day, and at sunset when the sun dies, we hope for tomorrow's resurrection, and we also celebrate the sun and eat it"

"I see."

I wonder if you're amazingly smart, and I don't know what even younger children around there know.

He's a totally crazy boy.

"That's a lot of hard bread."

"Really? I think bread is something like that."

Zoan's daughter tilted her neck at the boy slapping the surface of the bread with the back of her finger.

During his journey over the past few days, the boy who had eaten the dough and meat prepared by Zoan's daughter looked intrigued by the bread and so on.

During the journey, the boy had never eaten bread before because on the first day of the journey, Hopkins tried to prepare two meals, and he stubbornly refused to prepare his own share from Zoan's daughter.

"We both saw the city."

When he told the two behind him that he could see the city far across the road, the boy shone his face and embarked himself from the front carriage onto your podium.

"Wow......! That's the city."

"Oh, that's Bornis, the westernmost city in Holmeer."