Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"There was a raid. That too, many times."

"Anyone hurt!?

It was Sarah who raised her voice next door faster than Kenji answered to Claudio's report, who had left her away.

It took a controlled form, but I'll check it again.

"... so there were no injured artisans or family members"

"Because there was nothing more than harassment during the day. The Sword Tooth soldiers were more guarded at night. However, there was a little damage to the equipment in the workshop in the process of seizing it. We've already repaired it."

"That's good. I can fix things."

Even though they are third class neighborhoods, the working artisans are the historical civil class and official residents of the city, also registered on the Church Register.

If you hurt citizens, it becomes a security issue. It's not like that to the adventurers, the drifters' roster leavers.

The presence behind the raiders also avoided obvious attacks on the civil class, I suppose.

But I didn't think there was a report of the raid.

"That... there was no impediment to the production of shoes. I assure you of the safety of the Sword Tooth Corps."

Did Jilboa do it? Do something extra...

I would have asked the format of the report to report indicators on the production of shoes and if anything to be consulted occurred, but it would be natural for Claudio to behave as an action fostered in an environment where the Church's organizer and humanistic organizational culture remains strong, if it were emphasized to "report here" to the superior human being.

Documentism. Thoroughness of reporting. For proper management in remote areas, walls are quite high to cross.

Speaking of walls, so is this wall.

The walls built to seal the leather streets appear to have developed a proposal to move the luggage cars previously considered to seal the gates if observed from the inside. but if you look closely, chains for fixing and holes like small arrow spans are hollow, which makes for a pretty aggressive substitute.

The camouflage combination of "blockade with apparently abandoned luggage" when planned would have caused the proposal to reorient in the direction that multiple raids carried out in his absence shook off to the intimidation and defense of "setting up sturdy gates".

"Wall or fortress."

And in the house just to the left and right of Leather Street, which entered the inside of the gate, there is an invisible and disguised watchtower.

I guess the whistling sound I heard before the door was signaled from there.

I don't really see a human standing on a watchstand, but he seems to have something like a stick.

"I'm letting you have a cane stone thrower. I don't need training."

Claudio supplemented.

Sturdy gate. Is there armed personnel on the lookout?

Even though I was going to build a workshop, I wasn't going to build a fortress.

"If the injured person didn't show up, is that okay?"

In fact, it's hard to say how the craftsmen are more combative than the Swordtooth Corps guards where they strained.

But acting on the belief that there is something we can do on our own is more than holding our knees with powerlessness.

This time, the craftsmen seem to have lost some of their craftsmanship skills.

"When the church problem settles, let it be renovated to a slightly less visible form"

Even though there is the acquiescence of the Count, the patronage of the Church and the Sword Fang Corps, if so far there is a rugged guard on a leather street that is more exclusive and white-eyed than it was formerly, it will also stir the anxiety of the general inhabitants of the city.

"So, what's that?"

Undressed children forming a long line apart from the craftsmen, who have been concerned for some time now.

"I'll talk to you, Captain."

What I've heard from behind Claudio is a man walking on one leg with a sheet metal armor knee to drag.

"Um... what about you?

"Hehe. It's me. I'm going to be pretty serious now, though. Martin."

Formerly a former adventurer strangled by a regiment of swordtooth soldiers in an attempt to make a living by jumping ahead of the children in the city.

It was Martin.