Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"Children's information-gathering is only an aid. As for the suspicious leftovers, we will also receive information from the Sword Tooth Corps."

Claudio supplements Martin's words.

"Hmm." That's Jilboa. Can it be pulled out around there?

"We're letting the guards at the gatekeeper hold the pennies from the army."

And Kirik, the escort, put his chest up like his handle.

It's a bribe, so I guess I'll have to be a little more modest.

Cleric Claudio is also grinning bitterly.

Looking beside him, a child who was famously and sparingly finished porridging headed to a common well, and what a washout of the post-meal vessel.

As he rounds his eyes and observes, the child walks straight into the courtyard of the workshop.

After a while, and, and, and, the sound of the stone hitting the wall sounded.

"That's..."

Definitely. It sounds like a cane thrower being used to target a practice area set up in the courtyard.

"Was it a bad idea? I watched the craftsmen practicing with lust, so I tried to make them do it. I'll stop you if you're in my way."

"No, fine. Let him do it. I'd rather encourage him. Accept if there's anyone else you want."

"Okay!" Martin turned to the courtyard with a full grin.

Thanks for being him. He cares about those kids.

"I'd like to use that wand for another child."

"Right," I agree with Sarah, who would be remembering the threesome who carried the pot.

Sarah also feels, intuitively, that this method can help change the situation of less than rushed adventurers.

The great challenge facing a runaway child adventurer is its powerlessness and poverty.

If you have the strength, you can fight with a stick. With gold, you can hold a weapon as sharp as a spear or sword and fight while withstanding monster attacks with sturdy leather armor and a helmet.

But the runaway child adventurer doesn't have either.

Kids like Sarah who have been polishing bow arms since childhood, etc., are just exceptions during the exception.

Usually, as farmers, they come to the city with only the minimum skills and sturdy bodies necessary for farming, and the people who eat them become adventurers.

As such, many will either drown wild in the middle of the road or live with major injuries and imperfections.

A cane stone thrower can be made with sticks and rope. In other words, there is no cost to the equipment.

With centrifugal force, even children can attack at a range called powerful stone throwing. I mean, I can handle a weak defense.

The most challenging lack of skill in handling is compensated for by training in this practice area.

Less hassle should be constantly attacked by several people with the same skills.

As a result, even children can fight monsters safer, maybe.

As long as you have the skills to fight properly, you are less likely to be exploited by the same adventurers.

"Let's do it, Martin."

Hunt the nucleus of the slime, eat rice and teach courtesy with a plaque. Train stone throwers when you eat.

By gaining credibility and strength in that way, I teach my body how to get out of the bottom line.

Primitive, but about to create a mechanism for the development of children's runaway adventurers.

I want to take care of this bud.

"Exactly, you're used to treating children."

I'll cut Martin's debt off the books later.

"You're not going to" just "dissolve it," Sarah laughs.

That was after he was convinced that he had completely corrected it.

That man, Martin, could be a pickup.

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Entering the workshop with Claudio's guidance gives a much different impression than before his assignment to the territory.

Is it because you've been away too long?

"Something not getting wider?

Yes, I feel like the workshop is getting bigger, as Sarah says.

"I got an offer from my neighbor's workshop while the small captain was away, and I decided to buy your land. We haven't had a formal contract yet, but we're using it as a warehouse for now."

Convince Claudio of why his impression looked different.

Is that why? Because boxes for shoe delivery that were piled up near the ceiling are out of sight.

At one point, shoeboxes were overflowing into the office to cope with the sudden increase in production.

Back then, it was something I fell asleep thinking, "When the earthquake broke down, don't die buried in my shoes," and so on, in a bed placed in the corner all over the smell of leather.

"You're so beautiful!

There's no point in Sarah shaking.

Elsewhere, the workshop is overwhelmingly clean.

The floor has been swept clean without dust, and no pieces of leather have fallen.

The walls and holes are properly repaired and even flowers are decorated in bowls, depending on the location.

"The repair of the wall is a greeting from a regiment of swordtooth soldiers. He said he apologized for destroying the Raiders when he defeated them."

While I snort, I feel that's not the only reason.

I have also seen this sight in the Swordtooth Corps.

It was probably the work of the craftsman's wife who is here to help decorate the bowl of flowers.

It's unthinkable when you were running a workshop just for a man's belt craftsman.

With women's eyes, men also shy away from scattering garbage.

Having heterosexual eyes is what makes tissues sound.

Kids are coming to help, because they seem to be making a good impact.

It's something that a father can't get out of work or behave like a coworker in front of a child.

"You're becoming a good workshop."

Instead of agreeing, Sarah expressed herself in another word.

"I feel like I'm home."

Right, you're right.

It all started with this shoe factory.

We have to protect this place.

Now, this place isn't just for me.

There are large numbers of people who have made this place their living food and have made it their living place.

Whatever lies ahead, we must protect this place and the people who work and gather here.