Helping with Adventurer Party Management

From the gate of the 2nd class block to Leather Avenue, I decided to return while walking briefly.

To easily imagine the distance from the gate to the leather street when the journey is straight.

"Go 84 steps, turn right... go 36 steps, go left..."

but immediately abandon it.

"No, it's out of amateur hands."

The road is not always straight in the first place, it is slowly bent, or the angle of the bend cannot be accurately calculated.

It may be natural to say that it is a sprawling city without roads or urban plans.

Wouldn't there be an organization with a slightly more accurate map of the 3rd class neighborhood?

I just want to count on the technicians seconded by the church.

"What are you doing?

Was it strange that I was walking down with bumps on my own?

Sarah's eyes are cold.

Should I... explain this to you for once?

"From that gate to the shoe factory, I was wondering if I could go straight through the road."

"Straight... straight?

"Yes, straight ahead"

Sarah looked back at the gate before staring in the direction of a leather street hidden behind the building.

"There are plenty of shops and houses on the way."

"There is."

"So what do you do?

"Ask them to retreat"

"If I Kenji, it's just a joke... is that not a joke?

"Oh."

"Because... then what happens to my uncles and aunts who live in my current place!

Suddenly, Sarah exploded.

Those who were walking around look back loudly, but when Kilik glances at them, they pass by early enough not to get involved.

Well, my outfit today is somewhat aristocratic, so residents of 3rd class neighborhoods won't want to get involved in a noisy crazy fight.

"Easy, not yet, it's just a plan now. Because it's a story that won't hurt anyone who lives there."

"... really? Like your nobles, don't you do something abusive?

"Oh, I promise"

Like the nobility of the story, there's no way you can kick the inhabitants at random.

In the first place, I don't have that kind of power to be just a foreman.

Hi, Sarah. There's a part of me that looks too high on my surrogate.

"By and large, I hate violent shakedowns. Have you ever been abusive?

"There was."

"There is."

I tried to emphasize that I was moderate with the intention of reassuring him, but Sarah and Kilik denied me lightly.

No, I'm not. That didn't wield violence.

I had no choice but to defend myself.

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At the end of a very long felt day, Sarah brewed me tea as I was checking the paperwork with a quiet office light.

Smells like herbs I could smell from a cup.

Finally, I feel my routine is back.

"Sorry about earlier"

Sarah is unusual.

"No, that's okay. I didn't say it the same way."

I don't even share my assumptions or knowledge of the upcoming plans, I just say, "Straight down the road. It's natural to be misunderstood if you just say," I'll ask the house on the path to retreat. "

It only sounds like a malicious grounder's plan, if only in terms of words.

From Sarah, who knows the face of an uncle or aunt in a bakery or butcher, she would have felt like an unforgivable act.

"... but, you know, that's not all. Because Kenji seemed to have so much fun when I was talking to the priest..."

Negotiating that?

Sure, although Priest Nicolo might have seemed to enjoy it.

Kenji wants to be a nobleman or a priest.

Poop, and the side of the twinkling Sarah shades with lights.

"You've been saying that for a long time. I don't mean to."

"I know that, but..."

Is there any difficulty if I can wipe my anxiety with words alone?

Stress returning to the city from a country life that suits my skin.

Fear in the presence of the negotiations with the Nicolo Priest.

Me who brought it there and talked about building a city like a nobleman.

That would also make you anxious.

I'm thinking of planting flowers on the road.

"Flowers?"

Sarah raised her face to see if she was intrigued by abrupt words.

"Yes. On the side of a straight, flat, white cobblestone road that can be new, make flower beds and plant flowers. Create a path that smells like flowers, even on rainy days"

"I don't..."

The streets of 3rd class neighborhoods can be waterlogged and muddy if it rains.

No drainage, so the smell of sewage stands up immediately.

Roads are dirty, muddy, stinky things. That is the path of 3rd class neighborhood.

"Change that. Let's start with Leather Tone Here Ri"

"... no."

"No?

Sarah, who was looking down, looked up all the time.

"I want to plant herbs. Something you can't eat if it's a flower."

"There, with flowering herbs, please!

"It smells better than flowers."

It doesn't smell like sewage when it rains, it creates a beautiful path.

Though it was only a small dream, that night, I felt like I had spoken of a dream that was important to both of us.