Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Jilboa also credits the option of a church knight as "not a bad story".

If they become the Knights of the Church, the members are all guaranteed the identity of knights.

Kids who can't eat and jump out of the countryside become knights after 10 years.

Will there be so many heroes Tan?

"Then Kirik, who is my escort, is also a knight? Badly patterned knight."

"Totally."

Jilboa laughs bitterly, too.

The guys in the Sword Tooth Corps are well trained in unusually high standards of collective action as adventurers, but it's training to fight, not good at etiquette, etc.

How many people will look good in knight attire as well as Kilik?

Perhaps if you become a knight of the Church, you will often be driven to dangerous places.

There will be no freedom like the adventurers who preferred to ask, and political rush will be needed.

"What do you think?

Jilboa looked me in the eye and asked.

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"Kenji, come on, come on!

Sarah draws my hand, and when I return to the kitchen, I throw more and more raw pasta into the hot water of the cauldron with the help of my artisan wives.

The boiling time for raw pasta is short. Depending on the amount, it boils up in a couple of minutes.

"Yes, I could. Next!"

When raised with a monkey and given to a serving squad, an appropriate amount is served on a plate and the sauce is served to the celebrating guests.

Then the raw pasta is thrown into the cauldron and the next cycle begins.

Consumption of raw pasta has been too intense, and the kitchen has presented a picture of the battlefield.

It's surprisingly fun to move your body around, but this is factory work, not cooking.

I tried to sit back until I ran out of fabric, but I couldn't finish doing it or not.

Exactly wondering, they have a squad that mass-produces fabrics with the addition of pasta.

"Kenji, take turns!

I was excused by Sarah's signal that she was finally released from the kitchen.

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"Yes, this"

Sarah gave me pasta served and sauced on a plate.

The greenery of the basil sauce is pleasant to the eyes and the aromas of crushed nuts, garlic and oil stimulate the appetite.

"Forks, I don't know what else to do"

Unfortunately, they didn't get the dishes ready in time. It is a wooden plate and a two-tooth fork of wood.

"Four-tooth forks make it easy to eat again."

"Hmm, that's what it is."

Sarah is answering, with a two-tooth fork, cleverly entangling the red sauce and carrying it to her mouth.

"What, that source"

I taught him basil sauce, but I don't remember making it like that.

"Uh, I made it mixed with ground beef, onions, garlic and vegetable oil. Look, the pasta's delicious, but you want some meat with it, right? That's why I tried everything."

The horror of an appetite demon, should I say?

Sarah seems to have created something like meat sauce.

"So long! This is what you do when you're done eating!

That said, when I take out my little white bread and wipe clean the sauce left on the plate, I can happily mouth it.

"Right? If you do this, you can replace me again!

"Oh, wow."

"But the green one over there is delicious, too. Give me a minute."

Don't wait for this answer, hiccup, and stick a fork in my plate and I'll cleverly wind up the pasta as I twirl.

The motion without precipitation feels like a skilled swordsman.

Feeling the presence of my red-haired daughter, who has an appetite next door, I was remembering the continuation of my earlier questioning with Jilboa.

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"Will you dictate the direction of the Sword Tooth Corps? You're responsible."

"I didn't tell you to decide"

"But you'll do exactly that, won't you?

"If only what you say makes sense."

Jilboa shrugged as she stared at the bottom of the cup, which had been emptied when she took her gaze off here.

"I wonder how many times I'll be consulting you like this"

"Second time, no, third time."

The first was a consultation on managing the visibility of the Swordtooth Corps, which had strength but had no visibility and struggled, and the second was a consultation on dividing the Swordtooth Corps into two parts to take the expansion route.

As a result of the first consultation, the Sword Fang soldiers no longer had any financial difficulties and gained their freedom, they were to let their martial names bomb the neighborhood.

As a result of the second consultation, the Swordtooth Corps, which gained a stable basis, was able to devote a great deal of resources to training and equipping, greatly extending its power as a group.

"So, what's the third option?"

"Oh, that. Well, it's a dream story."

Jilboa went on a rare tour to put it into words and said something terribly obscure.

"I want my city and my territory"

"That's... you say you want a country."

"You don't think it's realistic?

If you mean realistic, there's no realism in what you're doing right now.

I shook my head left and right and answered.

"I can't say anything without information"

"Sounds like you."

Gilboa looked bitterly smiled, to say nothing of denial or affirmation.

"For once, it counts"

"I guess. I'd be in trouble without it."

There must be some reason for Jilboa to say such reckless things.

I want to know that.

"Now you know that nobles and churches are pioneering land like crazy"

I know. Or the far-flung factor is right in front of you.

"I hear that the types of monsters confronting each other are changing everywhere as we expand our lands on a massive scale throughout the kingdom. Simple demon wolves, goblins, haunted man-eating giants (orgasms) are gone."

The Adventurer Guild records in this city are continuously checked, but I've never heard of such information.

Perhaps in the aristocratic realm we are exterminating monsters with private soldiers without asking the Adventurer Guild, or we have not received a request because it is far away.

"Before it's too far away, something will happen, I see"

Is Jilboa's view, prediction or aspiration?

Either way, I felt terribly ominous.