Helping with Adventurer Party Management

In the meantime, I decide to bring stone to a place where the soil is peering on a leather street and pave it.

It's cheaper than cobblestones, and when you cage castles, you can pull them off and turn them into stone bullets.

"All you have to do is train."

Jilboa left, leaving only the words.

Training. Training does matter.

Full acceptance of Gilbore's allegations increased Leather Street defense as equipment (hardware).

Where 100 or 200 thugs pushed over, you can say that we have a system in place that just doesn't freak out.

After that, training (software) becomes a problem.

"But the craftsmen aren't adventurers, and you can't handle weapons or anything, can you?

If you're willing to let them handle weapons in the first place, you're not going to let them focus on engaging in production activities in the workshop.

"That's right. So first we train to run away"

"Run away?"

Sarah blinks at my words.

"Yes, it's training not to panic, not to make a scene, to get away quickly"

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"And that's why I'm training to run away today"

After breakfast, we talk at times when artisans and family are around.

I didn't clearly explain the remodeled luggage truck or the Jilboa hunch, so the assumption is that I will immediately escape to the corner of the workshop as an action to be taken when there is a riot, as before.

Most craftsmen and families have heard the explanation, but they don't seem to have understood the content.

Now, that's fine. The use of training lies in understanding it with your body.

For the first time, we move together to the land where we plan to build the warehouse as a place of refuge.

"If anything happens, get together here. Is that good?

For once, I see everyone nodded and get them back to work.

To some extent, after taking the time to say, "Yes, evacuate!" He slapped his hand and gave instructions, but the result was terrible.

The mother searches for the child, and the child runs amused and dispersive. The father's craftsman cleans up his work tools and then starts moving around with Noronoro.

And we can't all act together at all. I can't even get a hairpin, so I don't even know who's there and who's not.

"This is terrible..."

My voice leaks unexpectedly.

But on the contrary, it's good to discover it now.

If this had happened in the bump production, it would have been a storm of snort shouting.

Where to start.

Even if I give a lot of instructions, I will definitely forget.

"Just two points, I'll give you instructions. First, evacuate. Even if my husband, wife and children are not nearby, for now the evacuation should gather in this place.

Next, we'll do the call-ups here. If anyone has missed the escape, I'll go help them with the Sword Tooth Corps. "

Take minimum precautions and ask them to reply before returning to work.

You still don't seem nervous enough because you were inside the city walls.

When this is a rural villager under threat from a monster, he reacts differently.

"Shouldn't you threaten him a little?"

From Kirik, who has been dealing with the danger from time to time, the reaction appears to be severely unsatisfactory.

"Kilik, will you ask me?

"I'll take care of it. I'm good at threatening."

The Giant Guard nodded with a really good smile.

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All of a sudden, there was a ragged sound of wood being turned upside down, and the gaze of the workshop people concentrated outside.

There, Guillari and the light reflected their swords, and the men who ran their eyes blood and devoured them rushed in with tremendous momentum wielding their swords.

"Oh my God!! I'm gonna fucking kill you. Whoa, whoa!

"Haaaa!!

To the genuine beast voice and power of the mercenaries, both women and children get bright blue and limp.

The artisan men stood up in the same vein.

"Run or you'll die. Ooh!

Once again, Kilik dressed as a rough man barked, screaming and the craftsmen fled.

That's fine, but the crying children have been abandoned, and the standing women are about to faint now.

Without merit of training, evacuation is a failure.

"Uh, okay, abort."

When I slap my hands on my pussy, Kilik and one party put down their swords and stop spreading killing.

"... a little too much, I guess"

It was for a moment that I threatened, but the workshop had become a bit of a training ground.

If I lived normally in the city, I guess I wouldn't even have a chance to touch something called genuine killing.

The complexion of those who understood that this was part of the training returns and gradually gathers at me and Kilik.

"Er. The tyrant now is Kilik's costume. But I really believe that these things can happen. From now on, I will train you to pluck like this from time to time. It's to protect your lives. In doing so, evacuate quickly."

I wonder how scared Kilik was of his costume. Craftsmen and family all nodded many times with blue faces.

It may have been too irritating, it may scare you, but it's better than dying.

If we continue to train from time to time, we will be able to protect the craftsmen.

"That said, I don't know how I can train canes, stone strings and long spears from this state"

It just seems impossible, for example, to provide some combat training to a group that can't do evacuation properly either.

But we have to do it.