Helping with Adventurer Party Management

The next day, by the time the sun plunged into Jomtien, one man came.

This is the first touch of the Sword Tooth Corps. Around not showing one color of fatigue as it was rushing through, I just have to say.

"Oh. Have you cleaned up on your own? It's a boulder."

But the man who touched me says that.

I almost realized that I didn't do it alone...

The essence was that Kilik did it alone.

"There are a lot of different situations. I was lucky."

It is not modesty, it is also a sense of reality.

On the count of it, there were many factors.

That he had built a complete cage castle attitude from the beginning.

That the Raiders were not equipped or organized to assume a siege.

That the peasants erupted and threatened the raiders from behind.

That Kilik was able to ambush him in complete form from behind.

That the attacker who had fallen in front of the gate became a good (well) man with a long axe spear.

That it was a situation where Kilik, the axe spear soldier, had only enemies around him in an open place where he could exert his full power.

With all these conditions in place, we can also snort that the Raiders defeated without being able to do anything.

In short, we were lucky.

"It is the deputy who created the situation, can I be proud? Luck is among the best."

That's what the man ahead says, but luck is only luck.

I didn't feel very proud.

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There was another reason why I didn't feel like riding.

Last night's post-battle processing was even a pain in the ass.

That's what got me far more tired than the fight itself.

How to treat the Raiders.

That is a case that can only be handled by myself, a deputy who combines police and judicial powers in the territory.

What do we do with the disarmed mercenaries first?

It's too human to bury secretly, and there's the sentiment of the inhabitants.

Later on, the mercenaries left it in the corner of the garden as a formal trial.

Let the manure even be in the corner of the garden and the peasants take turns watching with weapons.

If you have a ransom calculation, you will be released, so it is unlikely that you will engage in unscrupulous behaviour.

First, it's like offering a living night meal to a demon wolf, such as escaping to the night forest alone with an injured body.

Being a bone by morning, is a contract.

So there was no problem with the treatment of the mercenaries for now.

The problem was the treatment of a man of former sheet metal armor, a man of your breed for now.

"Because I would never take care of that guy!

and Sarah completely bent her navel, so she decided to ask the farmer to take care of her.

The next issue was where to accommodate the man.

I don't know what to turn out if I'm going to make Nojuku or something like that.

But there is also the possibility that if you isolate yourself in the village chief's house or something, you will escape "it's not something you know about promises to low-status things, etc."

I don't mind wild drooling to death, but it's politically problematic or less ransom.

It would be that man's home that would buy up that sheet metal armor for the highest price.

I would be angry if I thought I would respect a great man, but I wouldn't even be angry if I thought I would take care of a bag of gold coins.

"Why don't you just let me use the room we were sitting in on the third floor? Facilities are being brought in for the cage castle, and if you exclude the printing press and flour, you won't have a problem letting them use it. If you let them use the ground floor or something and get into the office or something, that's the problem, and if you just keep the doors closed on the third floor, you won't jump off or anything."

So I followed Paperino's suggestion, bad for the peasants who rushed me with weapons, but I became the wingman to pull the printing press and flour from the third floor to the warehouse with man-made sea tactics.

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"Here we are!

As foretold by the use of the first touch, a group of sword fangs arrived some time later.

As usual, men organized with sword shields, axe spear soldiers and crossbowmen marching first with regular shoe sounds in a range of black hard leather armor.

What difference does it make to the mercenary regiment that came close to being a sloppy and dough the other day?

The Sword Tooth Corps is certainly a first-rate clan. Even if you look at the movement, the level of proficiency is different.

This is so much collective discipline and training, and even more, individuals have the same fighting power as Kilik.

It is no surprise that winged beasts and dragons can be hunted without difficulty.

The Sword Fang soldiers continued their regular march to the front yard of the mansion.

By that time, the peasants in the realm had seen something worrying and scary, and they happened to be about to rally around swinging their farm tools, so they became feathers around explaining that they were reinforcements, not enemies.

But being an ally reinforcement, that seems to bother me, and the front yard of the deputies' mansion was heavily surrounded by curiosity-inspired peasants, and although there were no weapons in their hands, it turned out to be two things surrounding the raiders of the other day.

Apparently, the peasants have worn the behavior of surrounding the deputy mansion if anything happens, which gives me a headache.

Of course, it's somewhat better than the situation where you don't call it up to the mansion as before.

"You're admired, Kenji. And you did it flashy again."

"Master, it's an honor to run your own race."

Shaking hands on the first encounter in a long time somehow applauded and cheered by the surrounding peasants.

It's called the other day's interaction with a guy in sheet metal armor, and I hear the peasants are in the mood to watch it in the play as well.

I really don't know how I feel because Jilboa has the appearance and charisma that won't be a problem with the actors there.

I kind of feel like an actor in a play myself.

This is the act of the heroic epic "Jilboa".

That doesn't make me feel bad.