Helping with Adventurer Party Management

By the time the sun leaned west and dyed the world silky, the distribution of beans to the inhabitants ended amidst success.

For the sake of the fact that the smiles and excitement of the villagers who received the beans were communicated, plus the fact that they had completed a great job, the expressions of Sarah, Kilik and Paperino are also bright.

"That went so well!

"Right."

A superficial event is that we have only dispensed beans to villagers, but how much preparation we have made for this.

Considering the intellectual resources (resources) spent to reach that measure, it is only natural that it should work to that extent.

But for that matter, I wouldn't have a bee if I were simply happy that it worked today.

"Do you want to open a church secret ale today or so?"

"Whoa! Nice!

Kilik's cheeks loosen happily when he allows barrels of the few luxury ales he has carried from the city to be opened.

Kirik worked pretty hard on me this time, and I have every right to that.

If it were a pinch of ale, it would be a bean, so I would boil the carefully selected large beans and saute the ash juice in vegetable oil with the chopped garlic and onions, and try to serve the salt shaken.

Faces who usually don't like the image of poor food when it comes to beans also carried it to their mouths with guts, as enlightened by this.

"Beans are good too!

Saying something unsolicited, such as that, Kilik, etc. eats by hand in bad behavior, licking the oil and salt on his fingers.

"Hey, you have a spoon!"

Sarah like that complains and holds herself in small plates to secure her share.

They still have a strong aspiration for salt, oil and carbohydrate combinations.

Gorgogo was turning into a reciprocating machine when he drank ale and swallowed it with a spoon, and Paperino kept eating only beans without me involved.

Hey, guys, don't think it's too much mypace.

It was a pleasant feast.

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When Yale turned or everyone in the mansion settled down early, I was alone, rolling parchment in my work room relying on the lights.

When I give my gaze to the sound of the door hinge, I notice my redhead daughter looking at this one from the door.

"Hey Kenji, aren't you going to sleep?

"What, were you awake? I'll be asleep in a little while. Go to sleep first."

"Yeah..."

Back to back with the reply, Sarah walking this way was putting together her sleeping clothes like a white negligee.

When we were staying at the inn and doing adventurers, we were sleeping in each other's fishes.

"So, what are you doing?

I can't help but distract myself from Sarah peeking into the parchment as she lifts her hair like that, because it's something that smells like fluff, soap and herbs.

Shake your head a little and clamp your head, while I summarize the contents.

Was it the fault of my chi that I was talking sooner or later?

"I was looking at the data I collected today. I want to sort out what I'm going to do tomorrow in a new way."

"Yeah. Are you having fun looking at all these numbers?

"Do I look that way?

"I see it."

I enjoy considering the hypothesis that comes up looking at the data, to be precise, but I felt a little different explaining that, and I put something else in my mouth.

"Seeing this, I was thinking of every peasant's face who came to receive the beans"

"Guys, you seemed happy."

"Yes. I just handed out the beans, but they seemed happy"

Out of the peasants, who were far-fetched and distressed, those who were brazen or in distress came forward and lined up in rows, and let them receive the beans in rows, and the rest of the peasants, whose faces glowed, pushed them into rows.

Face to face with each and every peasant as they receive the beans, remembering as much as possible.

Its skinny hands, raised abalone, thin feet, feet of damaged sandals, clothes like stinking borough cloth, dirty hair.

All the elements reminded the previous Lords of how painful these inhabitants were.

"If you're going to look at the numbers, you have to remember your face. Judging by the numbers alone, you make a lot of mistakes"

What we're doing now is remembering numbers and face tags.

People of a rational character, like myself, would be satisfied only with numbers if they did not do this task.

"You want to do something about it"

Answer Sarah's question, shrugging her shoulders.

"Yes. Even if you look like this, you're a deputy."

"Well, if you Kenji, you're the deputy."

Sarah's presence, which also laughs at lousy jokes, softened the anguish she felt at the peasants' appearance during the day just a little.