Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"Illusion, is it?

"That's right. Sure, all the problems may seem unsolved. I just gave wheat to a woman and a child, and the men might take it up with violence, and giving them jobs in the village might not advance the interaction between the earners peasants and the villagers. Problems may not be solved at all times. So maybe it doesn't make sense to solve the problem, or what?

Did they expose the stars, Paperino floated the colour of a wolf on his serious face.

"Do you think so? Yeah, I think so."

"I guess. I've thought the same thing myself. But that's arrogance."

"And the deputy... no, more arrogant than that, is it?

To Paperino, who looks here unexpectedly, let him snort.

"That's right. It's nice to think we can solve all the problems, but what we believe is arrogance.

We are the exchangers and deputies, so we have a responsibility to improve the lives of our people. I will do everything in my power to do so. But at the end of the day, it's their problem. Aid shall be provided. I also give you a job. If you adapt to that, that's fine.

On the other hand, if they have been dissatisfied and have gone to theft or resorted to violent shakedown, they will have to be suppressed and brought to justice in accordance with the law in order to maintain security as deputies. If we do not work, we minimise aid, and we cannot turn jobs around.

In short, we can help them, but not save them.

It is God's duty to save. We just do everything in our role to protect what we call the human minute. "

While priests have something to behave bureaucratically, many, as servants of God, indulge in their work with the whole body and spirit.

That is very gratifying, but some impose roles on themselves that go beyond human limits.

I have trouble getting Paperino to do that.

"But I think the deputies go beyond their role as regular deputies and work hard..."

"That's, that's it. I'm talking about what you think of the role of deputy. I want to enrich this territory and give the people a good life, as I was entrusted to the priest of Nicolo. As a new U.S. deputy, I'm just doing what I can for it."

"I see, you mean what role you impose on yourself.... It's a good opportunity, so I'm going to think about it a lot."

The young clergyman nodded firmly as to whether he had been able to put any compromise on himself.

Then until he returned to the mansion, Paperino did not speak a word.

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"Hey, don't feel like complaining about the rice after seeing that sight"

"Right. Thank you as much as I can eat."

It is a light lunch with only bread and boiled beans, but after seeing the situation of the earning peasants, Kilik also rarely ate more without complaining. Still eating twice as much as I did.

Something grabs me in the chest and I don't even play the conversation.

"Is there anything we can do?

Besides, I can't help it if Sarah tells me she looks sorry for me.

I decided to cancel all my appointments for the afternoon.

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The peasant woman was confused.

As soon as the owners of the mansion finished their lunch, they said, "I want to gather cleaning tools from all over the mansion."

The mansion is wide and often employs a large number of servants, or there is no shortage of cleaning tools.

Nor did the church, which confiscated its sightful possessions leading up to the pot pot, appear to have shown interest by the cleaning tools.

My husband, who had checked for stacked brooms and toilets, said something odd.

"Don't you have a deck brush?

"Bullshit?

Is it the name of some kind of plant?

Looking at this one with a strange face, my husband began describing the cleaning tools as he gestured.

Apparently, it was understandable that it was a tool for strong rubbing of long patterned floors.

"In that case, rub it with a slice of rope! Kenji, you don't know anything."

Quite a young redhead daughter is happily teaching her husband.

"Right. Come to think of it, you're going to need a machine to plant hair... So, what's left of the soap?

There are quite a few if not good quality soaps made with demonic fat.

The owner of the mansion said, "Well, suppose we go out, then! If you order," the red-haired daughter, the young, serious-looking priest, and the big man with a scratch on his face will say, "Whoa!" "responded loudly enough to tremble the window, greatly amazing the farmer.