Helping with Adventurer Party Management

From the church tower, the bells rang strictly, and citizens from all over the city were crowded in an effort to celebrate the combination of beautifully dressed men and women in white wedding costumes.

The bride was complainingly beautiful with a good material waist that made her ask how well she grew up, but whether the groom's product was good or not was much debatable.

The groom's costume seemed cramped on his long and successful body, and it was ridiculous for those who knew the usual Buddha top surface to rely on his hips with only a dagger.

"Deputy -!! I'll brush it on the colored man. Yikes!!" and nasty wilderness flies from the participants on the groom's side.

Although the elegant participants on the bride's side frowned somewhat, it was a heroic wedding to protect the city, so to a lesser extent it was missed as rude.

Anyway, speaking of the Swordtooth Corps, the neighborhood's adventurer clan boasted the visibility and martial arts of the cutthroats, and for this reason the city's neighborhood improved security with no more awesome monsters, and less damage from monsters attacking the interstate merchants, which also enlivened circulation, and the city's economy floated greatly.

Many merchants will have placed much in the interest of the participants who will sit in rows on the bride's side.

Besides, the triumph ceremony conducted by the man of color and the head of the reputation has given the citizens of the city a great sense of pride and security.

The human mood is a strange thing, with a close feeling of the strength and security of men wearing powerful weapons and armor actually making the city safer, increasing the citizens' willingness to consume, and a better economy.

In that sense, the Swordtooth Corps was becoming a heroic being to be called even the spiritual backbone of the citizens, beyond the presence of a first-class clan of adventurers.

The only concern for the citizens of the city was that a big, overgrown hero would leave the city behind, but that worry would be paid off today.

Swiberry, a deputy commander who stood beside the captain in the Swordtooth Corps and was said to have nothing lined up by force, agreed to marry the daughter of the city's most powerful man.

The big merchant, the parent of the bride's side, was very facetious and tense.

It appeared luxuriously at the wedding banquet table.

In the square of the city, where swordtooth soldiers usually perform triumphal ceremonies, there are several large tables arranged, and in the middle of a huge table, as you can see from many citizens, grilled veal, stir-fried pork legs, stewed shoulder meat, roasted venison, braised wild meat sauce, skewered chicken, stuffed with herbs, cereals and beans, and many other lavish dishes that can only be expected to be, perhaps, so much so, for me and Sarah, will be transported later than I can eat. Pinch cheese between meats and toast with wine.

Celebration ales are also behaved in barrels to show the financial strength of the bride to the citizens who come to see the wedding. Citizens come to see weddings all over the square. The city and stalls are lined up for them.

Well, I mean, Swiberry, the deputy head of the Swordtooth Corps, thus wedded the daughter of the city's great merchant.

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Two months have passed.

I had taken product number one of the protective shoes manufactured by the craftsmen in the workshop as a mass product.

As had been anticipated in advance, temporary demand as a gift from noblemen and large merchants and a rare item for nightclub purposes made it possible to embark on the manufacture of products that were more in line with actual demand.

The first delivery destination was a guardian's shoe for street merchants led by Goulzin. It seems to be a guardian's shoe in other cities.

However, unlike this city, Goulzin's strategy seems to be to attack from real demand first, as there is no effective advertising method called the Triumph Ceremony of the Sword Fang Corps.

Well, if I can compensate for the cost of manufacturing and increase the number of shoes manufactured, that's fine.

Anyway, more shoes, expand the market and lower prices until it reaches the runaway adventurer.

It's just that step.

The manufacturing efficiency of the workshop is still far from ideal.

But faster than anywhere else in the world, there is pride in a workshop that can manufacture good quality shoes.

Craftsmen have also grown by repeating manufacturing.

Almost to the success of the business I envision.

That's what I thought.

Even that day, as usual, when I took my escort and Sarah to the office of the Sword Fang Corps, I was greeted by Jilboa, who looked bitter.

It's unusual for this man to put emotions on his face.

Jilboa showed what appears to be a superbly decorated parchment letter.

Sounds like a letter from a senior nobleman. I was prompted to read it, but noble letters in this world do not immediately know what the modifiers and expressions of the text say in great measure.

Jilboa said he was frowning and struggling to decipher it.

"That's an order from Count Lund. I want to buy you the right to make shoes."

Damn.