Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"Uh, I was scared!

Leaving the church, Sarah screamed at her hearing as she stretched.

"No, life expectancy has shrunk... that would still be easier to deal with a man-eating giant"

Without stopping it, Kilik also circled his spine and leaked a sigh.

Even for adventurers of the war, the authority of the Nicolo Priest was heavily overwhelmed, I wonder?

What an adventurous feeling the monster blows around being a comparative control.

"Well, okay. Thanks to you, we got a lot of money."

"Really? Because priests have always felt wrinkled between their eyebrows, and they were scared to look..."

"But I was in a good mood, I guess"

I'm not sure, but a quaint voice, that must have been laughing.

"Doesn't that mean the small captain had a lot of good service too? Isn't that how the church makes money?"

Eventually, the bean classifier developed by Gorgogo was to be delivered to the Church, or Priest Nicolo.

Depending on the way you look at it, will that mean it was taken away?

Along with the information in the report, if anyone sees it, it looks like this one is losing money unilaterally.

"Yes! Even Kenji is a deputy, and you just have to say more!

Sarah also comes up irresponsibly with a recoil that frees her from heavy pressure.

But in the deputy of the pressed one and in the priest, situated near the centre of immense power: the Church, there is a difference between heaven and earth in substantial power, even if the hierarchy of identity seemed relatively close.

In Japanese-style terms, what about the class of private and central government chiefs of foreign contour groups?

Neglect for the power structure of the ruling class around here is probably due to the fact that from the point of view of Sarah from the peasants, nobility and priesthood are erratic people, together.

In fact, it is the same in the sense that the peasants are holding the biocidal appropriation, no matter how erratic it may be.

"You don't have to say it back. In fact, we're going to make a lot of money."

While I was walking out of church and talking to the two of them, I was close to the boundary between 3rd and 2nd class neighborhoods.

When you head from 2nd to 3rd Precinct, you can't go wrong with that boundary.

First of all, the road surface is different.

The pavement of the second class block is laid without gaps with square cut out stones, and the center is slowly elevated to provide a mechanism for rainwater to flow into the drains by the road.

Even on sunny days for this reason, the earth and dust do not rise, nor do the rainy days become difficult to muddy, nor do they nauseate with unpleasant smelly sewage.

And it is the presence of a high and thick wall that blocks the sunset that clearly shows the separation between the two.

Are they protected by thick walls that block monsters travelling to the world, or are they destined to be abandoned?

The existence of huge walls visualizes the inequality of life: the life to be protected and the life to be abandoned.

I stopped at the general gate set on the walls and asked Sarah.

"Sarah, do you know where the leather street is from here?

Sarah thought with a slight index finger on her lips before pointing to a gap in the third class neighborhood housing.

"Probably over there. Because I can see smoke from there."

The former archer's vision is sharp. When I looked at the person who told me, I could see the smoke that was white in the evening sky.

That smoke must be a leather street that uses fire for processing, as the use of night fires outside a limited number of districts is forbidden in 3rd class neighborhoods.

"How to get there?

"What? Go straight down the road here, straddle to your left at your aunt in the corner bakery, straddle to your right at your uncle's house for vegetable sales, through the butcher and clotheshop that give you an extra..."

Fits. It fits, but I laughed at Sarah, who remembers it in some way.

"Sarah, do you remember what the priest and I promised?

"Uh, building a small church and cleaning the way, was it? And clean it."

"But that was the content. Besides, the church will give you the technology and the cost."

Kilik supplemented Sarah's answer.

"Do you remember what that was for?

When asked repeatedly, Sarah wrinkled between her eyebrows and searched and answered her memory diligently.

"Eh, cleaning the church, making sure the Cardinals' shoes don't get dirty..."

Correct. That's the "greatest right" I could get this time.

"Yes. That's it. Shoes offered to you like a cardinal cannot be worn on dirty land. It should take a straight road, and the road should be occupied by the unspoilt. Don't you think?

Suddenly he woke up to a thick faith, making such words and deeds, Sarah and Kilik have turned their gaze to see how smelly things smell.