Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"So, what did you decide to do after all?

After all the craftsmen and officials have returned, it is a recent routine to have dinner with Sarah in a quiet office.

Sarah and I often work elsewhere during the day, so we report each other's situation while we eat.

It's really valuable to be someone who gives you a candid opinion from a different perspective than you.

I'm also a weak-minded person, so even if I don't go until I consolidate my surroundings with a Jesus man if I'm not careful, I'm not necessarily driven by the urge to gather ”good” people with similar opinions to myself.

The topic of today's meal is the water wheel.

"Was there a water truck in Sarah's village?

"Absolutely! My village is a pioneering village for Grandpa. The only place with a water wheel is the home of a nobleman or a rich place with a big church!

Besides the fact that there are rivers flowing within the territory, the construction of waterwheels requires capital (money) to make large-scale investments, as much marginalisation as possible to employ technicians (cone) and the power to request permission to build waterwheels (chicara).

None of this is a substitute that can be borne by the emerging pioneering village.

This time the territory is the territory of the Church's leading priest Nicolo, so the above conditions are exceptionally in place.

"So, what's that Sunren waterwheel or something? You have three water trucks?

"Right. Three water trucks are installed in the same building."

"Ha... that doesn't feel like a waterwheel cabin. It's gonna be like a workshop?

"Right. I think it's going to be a mill using a water wheel."

"Hmm."

Sarah's hand over the soup with a wooden spoon won't stop, even as she responds raw.

Just a little, I'll make fun of it.

"When you can do a mill, it's amazing, right? White bread gets cheaper. I can probably eat for less than half the price right now"

"Really!?

The reaction was dramatic.

The hand over the soup stops, his eyes gleaming and staring.

I still feel like I'm going to be jumped, and I want to back off while I sit down.

"Ah, oh. How did you grind wheat in Sarah's village?"

"Uh, there's a square, long stone container, and there's a stick on the round disc, so I'm gonna go gorilla. It's delicious, but it seemed so hard. But, you know, making white bread at the festival is your mother's job, so it seemed like fun! Hey, does that really make the bread cheaper!?

"It'll be cheaper. No, make it cheaper. I can promise you that."

"How?

"I'm not tired of waterwheels. I can work every day, from morning to night, without rest all the time. So grind a lot of wheat. With a lot, it gets cheaper. Is that what this is all about?

"But isn't your nobility going to buy it all up? Look, flour is expensive."

"We make so many things that nobles can't afford them. Well, it takes a lot of work."

"Really, I wish the world was like that..."

Sarah says how she thinks about the world, but the truth is that the only thing she thinks about is bread was the way the wooden spoon was worn.