Helping with Adventurer Party Management

After a short walk, I saw the farmer.

Even though it's a small territory, there's a lot of distance around on foot.

As you sew the wheat fields closer and closer, you can also see the details of the farmhouse building.

"Something doesn't look like you can afford to live much..."

Is the straw on the roof not much of a replacement, some rotten and weedy?

The walls of the house can see if some stone walls have collapsed or if they have been repaired with soil.

In that case, the wind will be prevented but there will be a shortage of strength.

Weird. On the scatter chart, it was a huge size, a huge amount of taxes paid, so to speak, the hassle of a house I could afford to live in.

In the meantime, I decided to visit the house and ask what was going on.

"It's called Kenji, the new deputy. I need to ask you a few questions."

When a gap breeze entered and I called out from outside the door of a tree that was still about to collapse, I replied with a small voice, "Yes," and a sooner or later an old farmer-like woman arrived. Is it past 40 or something? Farmers in this world look older than they are old because they are forced to live harsh lives. He may be hip-wrenching a little bit because he's hurting his back.

However, I don't see the color that scares this one uncommonly in my gaze from a low position.

Finally, I felt like I met someone who could talk to me properly.

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It was dark in the little house in the window, so I decided to let him talk to me outside.

Ask a peasant woman who looks like she has a bad back to sit down on firewood.

Borrow firewood appropriately, and combine a few pieces into a chair appropriately.

"You're a deputy, but you do a lot of clever things."

Surprisingly, the farmer calls out.

"I've made this happen, but I'm an adventurer. Today's breakfast was wheat porridge"

"That well. I thought you ate meat like every day."

"Meat. Chickens and pigs are not in this territory."

"The previous deputy bought it on other land and let it come in."

Food stories become a common topic for young and old alike.

Especially in a society of scarce entertainment, the story of what you ate is also entertainment in outfits.

Nevertheless, I also find this way of taming farmers a lot cheaper.

"Auntie, aren't you afraid of us? The others scared me so much that I couldn't talk to them."

"Are you scared! My boys aren't just men. I don't know what to do now. Besides, you have a priest, right? There's no way anyone with a priest would do anything wrong."

"No, I'm still an Easter, in priests and such..."

Paperino says something fine, but shuts him up, "Fine."

For the villagers, the priesthood is, above all, a "priest". I don't care how you divide it in detail.

That's what it is.

"You said you had many brothers. How many of them are there?

"Oh, thanks to God, no child has grown strong. I have five sons"

"Five! That's tough. Boys eat. Hey."

"Yeah, that's great! So now we let them plow other fields to eat. We can't just feed our fields."

"I see. That's tough."

Pointing his gaze at the farmer's words with his gavel, Paperino shook his neck small, left and right.

"Have you had any trouble lately?

"Well, it's hard to live and there's a lot..."

And while it's cloudy, he said, "Lately it's hard for the children of the surplus to steal crops from the fields".

"If you're a kid from a long time ago, you know your face, and if you tell your parents, they can do it, but there's no room for you. Looks like you live in solidification, and you're just a bunch of people who don't know your face, and I knew you'd be scared."

To the farmer's honest feelings, I just had to snort.

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"It's still important to ask locally. Isn't that right, Paperino?

I quit at the farmer's and then wave the topic to Paperino, who walks silently downwards.

"Yeah. That's already..."

There is no tension in Paperino's voice to answer that.

My nose has been so rough since last night that I don't think I'm the same person.

"What's going on? Why is Paperino so depressed?

"No, I'm not depressed. It's just that I was beaten by my own detours."

People say it's depressing.

"Dear deputy, you didn't trust that calculation."

"Maybe so."

Not necessarily, but to keep talking, let me just nod.

"What do you mean? What a fuss, isn't it?

From Sarah's point of view, I guess Paperino's floating last night and his current depression are outside the realm of understanding.

Must only seem to be feeling up and down for some reason I'm not sure.

"What do you say? Paperino, can you explain?

Hypothetical errors are often explained in such a way as to clarify the cause.

Besides, there's no better way to organize things than by explaining them to others.

Encouraging him to continue ahead, Paperino opened its heavy mouth and began to explain.