Helping with Adventurer Party Management

The liquor consumed in this city is mainly barley (beer).

Of course, it is preferred by workers and adventurers for its rustic taste, although it does not taste as sophisticated as the original world.

On the other hand, when you become a nobleman or a big merchant, you often seem to prefer imported wine to barley.

The climate doesn't seem to be right around the city, and most wines are imported from the south and are recognized as expensive beverages due to higher distribution prices.

Swivelry's stepfather, the great merchant, had studied the wine production method without hesitation, and seemed to have obtained a wine pressing machine with some kind of handover.

As a result of the negotiations, I was lucky enough to borrow it from the other side.

Until the end, they were wondering what the hell to use it for.

The appearance of the pressing machine, which had just been brought into the company workshop that had been expanded, had the appearance of a giant screw-type plug-out.

The principle is simple. There is a huge wooden screw from above to below the wooden frame in the shape of (b), and by turning that screw, pressure is applied towards the bottom. And before the pressure is exerted, there are barrels and grapes, and they are crushed.

Its gigantic screws are now turned by artisans with a crisp friction noise in order to exert pressure on what is not a grape.

"All right, this stuff will do. Just a little bit, keep it that way. Spin scale, it counts."

Gorgogo flies his attention with a nervous voice.

"Yes, but you smell good. You'll want to drink wine."

"What are you talking about! There's no way you can relate to noble liquor!!

A wild order flies from another craftsman to a craftsman who accidentally slaps a light mouth on the hint of slightly scented wine from the pressing machine.

In every world, drinking is the same thing.

But both the eyes of the artisans involved in the work were poured backwards from the words, jizzed by what was ahead of them crushed by the pressing machine.

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All three weeks, the moment goes back.

In the Baron's Atelier I asked with Jilboa, I was completely overwhelmed by the Baron's more exploratory than expected and the photographic dessert based on even more delicate brushstrokes.

After all, having the monster's diagram drawn in a booklet is none other than the Baron.

Fortunately, Jilboa said it would take three months to prepare for the man-eating giant capture, so I could get the baron time.

"But only Goblins and Demon Wolves have been observed."

and the baron looked unsatisfied, but as far as requests to the Adventurer Guild are concerned, nearly half of the requests relate to goblins and demon wolves.

If requests could be classified at the place where they originated and limited to requests from rural areas, the proportion would be even higher.

"Baron. Aren't you going to think about things? It doesn't matter how much time you have to explore all the monsters. Don't you need to ask the world about the beauty of the Baron's work at an early age"

Barons seem to tend to be close to the perfectionism that is common in researchers and artists.

Maybe he wants to refrain from publishing until his satisfactory accomplishments take shape.

But then the peasants and adventurers waiting for the booklet will be in trouble.

If you are a day late, you will continue to see more victims of inefficient mechanisms.

My desperate tongue came through, the baron refused to accept, and he was to draw from the figure of a demon wolf.

So I dropped the bomb on the baron.

"Baron, are you not interested in new painting techniques?