Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Sarah and Kilik are told to head to church because they are concerned about the contents of the sticky paper.

I don't care about the breakdown because the village chief's property and the dots will be cashed in by the church, but I do care about the condition of those blue and maintained fields.

"If that's what the church people were doing, we might have to take care of that land."

"What, we're the only ones with that much land? Absolutely not. Kenji, you've never plowed a field, have you?

"Well, no. Even Sarah would never have plowed such a large farmland, would she? How's Kirik?

Asked, Kilik shook his head left and right.

"Some of the soldiers might have former peasants, but hey. Whether you want to plow again"

"I was able to join a first-class clan, but I don't want to live by scratching a field right now, I might say."

There is a flow of being an adventurer in the quote that the peasants devoured, and many of the adventurers want to return to the village to live a stable peasant life, but when you ascend to a first-class clan like a soldier of swordfangs, the situation is different again.

Anyway, it's far more fruitful than doing peasants.

Not to mention being a member of the Swordtooth Corps, which has a reputation all over the country, with some fame and some social appreciation.

Most importantly, I'm hot on women.

"Well, no one wants to go back."

That's Kirik's standout.

So you're going to cut that field in the village? When it comes to dividing property, I think I can rub it again.

I want to frown on a feeling of trouble.

The more I walk, the more I see the problem.

It's like you're dropping by from the problem.

"I'm sure they want to solve the problem, too. You can come over here because you can Kenji!

And so on and Sarah comforts me, but I want someone else to stop by.

For example, with Priest Nicolo.

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As we approached the village church, we were to see a common, but oddly reflective sight in this village.

A lot of kids are playing in circles.

There are more than ten of them when you count them.

Did you even start in the nursery at church?

But it was only for a few moments that I was viewed as smiling at the sight of the children playing, and at the same time I noticed this one, fleeing into the church with a bumpy, hasty footsteps and screams.

"A lot, they like you."

"Don't say it."

Kilik taps me lightly with care, but there are more concerns than that.

"That was a lot of people. Besides, it didn't look very nutritious."

These are the first children to come to this territory and see.

Sometimes it's an illusion of the eye if it's one or two people, but if everyone in the group looks thin, it has some kind of background.

Once again heading to the church, there was the figure of an old priest bowing his head here at the entrance.

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"This way, please."

Passed through is a qualitative room with only two priests' private rooms and a desk, paperwork shelf, and chairs for the clerk.

"I thought the deputy might use some explanations."

Sitting in a chair, the old priest cut it out.

In the meantime, they explain the situation.

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"They have no place to go."

"That's a strange way to say it to them."

Aren't those kids?

"Mothers look after their children in the back of the church"

"What about the father?

"We plow the fields"

"So, isn't it a problem?"

What do you mean there is no place to go?

"They are not from this village."

The priest's terminal answer only baffled us.