Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Follow Jilboa's hunch that something will happen and be ready to respond to the storm first.

Danger (risk) avoidance is fundamental to dispersion.

As the investment adage goes, don't put all the eggs in the same cage, the rich disperse their wealth and hold it.

For example, the rich spread their wealth among various assets, such as land, cash, securities, claims, gold, dollars and euros.

Be careful not to lose everything when something happens.

If we are to imitate that, should we disperse wealth in our own case as well?

I try to think like a textbook, and I bump into a wall.

Think about your wealth, because it's just something you can't easily disperse.

For example, about the shoe workshop.

We're still expanding our shoe workshop, but if you're going to say we're going to be ready for something, we'll need to set up a shoe workshop in another city.

It may be possible in the future, but it is impossible now.

The right to collect taxes in the territory where you plan to go as a deputy.

It may be theoretically possible to ask big merchants and others to cash in because it is a taxing right, but my predecessor who did too much of that

I just lost my leg. If you do the same, you'll lose your legs, as you deserve. I mean, if I have to lose my leg, it's your word.

Since the business has been doing well lately, gold and silver coins are on hand with working capital and profits, but there is no margin for investing elsewhere in the city. If you're some famous family, you have a family in not less than other cities, and you can safely invest on the brink of your blood, but it's an impossible algorithm for me to be heavenly alone in this world.

Thanks, this idea of hazardous (risk) dispersion is not good.

Placing white ink on the blackboard behind the workshop and writing it down by himself as he was about to, the new officials stopped by to finish the job.

I guess I'm interested in the method because I just happened to start doing something strange.

To think alone, I used to feel limited in my temper, and sometimes explaining it to others would advance my understanding.

"Um, may I ask what you're doing?"

Cleric Claudio asks.

Claudio is educated as a clergyman, knowledgeable and excellent at common sense thinking.

As someone to explain, maybe just fine.

"Right. Those who have come recently may not know, but this workshop is about to be crushed many times. But when I got a letter from the Count saying I was just starting a shoe factory, I was ready to close it down."

"That's what..."

The other newcomers were breathtaking.

"Oh. We were lucky enough to cut through then, but we wouldn't be able to count on our luck anymore, would we? So I was trying to figure out how to avoid the danger."

Claudio raised his hand and expressed his opinion among those who nodded loudly.

"I see, that's an important point of view. Indeed, this workshop now belongs to the small captain and not just to the small captain. After all, you need to understand your worth and be good."

"Hmm?"

Claudio's point is, I feel something's off recognition.

"No, why are you talking about me there?

"So they're talking about how to protect the shoe business, the flour industry, the printing industry, etc. in this workshop, right?

Agree and nod to Claudio's understanding. The perception there fits.

"In the first place, the shoe business has grown by training the craftsmen, starting from where the small captain, Mr. Kenji, has nothing, right? If you're gone, this business is over.

The same goes for the flour industry. Mr. Kenji is the only one who knows the finished form of the flour mill that we can negotiate with the church, place orders with a group of experts and will be able to do so.

Not to mention the printing industry, which hasn't even gotten up yet.

You're the danger to the business. Even if something happens, with Mr. Kenji, we can rebuild the business. The 50 artisans who work here are all counting on you. "

Business risk has the term management risk.

I didn't know the words I used to preach to people around the time I was a consultant would come down to me.

To Claudio's correctness, I had no words to return.

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Under the light, I'm running a pen on parchment, but I can't really concentrate.

When I throw out my feather pen and leave myself on my back, I feel daytime fatigue pushing me away.

"If I die, or..."

During the day, I can't get the words Claudio told me out of my head.