Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"The road. I wish I could."

and only the saints of the Book of God can make their way with words alone.

As a common man who crawls around the ground like I do, building a path will require authentic investigation and surrounding preparation.

"That's why I want you guys to do your job."

Anyway, gathered by the need for manpower familiar with the city are the under-running adventurers who come to deliver the nucleus of the slime and eat the rice distributed in the shoe factory.

Around the age of 14 to 12, there were more than 20.

All you can stretch your hair with dirt, sliced sandals or barefoot little dirty boys, but your eyes flatter your guts and strong will.

"These kids, I want to wash you..."

Sarah standing next to her opens and closes her palm in a calm manner.

I guess I'm about the same age as my village brothers, so I guess I care a lot.

"I'll have it cleaned up when I'm done explaining. Don't get too dirty for work."

While this one is whispering, the boys don't take their eyes off or talk extra as one. Much better. Perhaps the area around Kilik, which is well looked after, is shattered.

"So, what's a job?

Asked questions on behalf of the unspoken boys were: 30 jerks a year, an adventurous man with a sharp gaze and short hair shaved up and one leg caned with sheet metal armor. commonly known as "Pinhane” Martin.

This man was just like me until he retired from being a former adventurer with bad legs, but he was exploiting the cost of his place from the less than runaway boys who worked evil wisdom and hunted the nucleus of the slime to live that day.

I didn't like the guts to squeeze from the children of the poor, so I also shaved my head up after tightening it with the help of the soldiers of Swordtooth, but somewhat when I was buying the ability to read and write and letting them guide the runaways into the Adventurer's Guild, I was now properly satisfied with a position like that of a counselor for the boys.

What a strange man to stand around.

"I guarantee two meals a day. And I'll pay everyone one small piece of copper a day."

When I first explained the treatment, I raised my voice low, like, whoa, whoa, whoa.

With one small piece of copper coin, you can stay in a relatively decent inn in 3rd class neighborhood.

We could even stay in an inn with meals and clean sheets if we met a few people.

If you work for a few days, you may be able to sever a knife or shredded clothes that are chipped and missing.

That's the amount.

It can be said that it is a very good job for under-running boys who have difficulty getting a decent job throughout the city.

Besides being able to eat a glass of warm wheat porridge flavored with garlic and plenty of salt on top of no pebbles or sand twice a day, it could also be a tastier job than a reward for the eaters.

Tell the boys who look full of anticipation what they do.

"Build a church on this street. I want you to go that way."

"Eh."

"We're the Church...?

"You're lying..."

The men told were bewildered, anxiously elbowed, and even some of them had their mouths and eyes open.

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"Is it okay to leave the job to them?

It is the clergy Claudio seconded by the Church who complains of anxiety.

Because of this, I was entrusted with the honorable task of starting a parish, and I guess I'm worried that using the little dirty kids won't get me laid.

"I left this job to you because it's appropriate. You'll find out soon enough... and you're here."

The first of the guys I was dispatching in pairs of three was seen coming back early enough.

"What's your name?

"It's Peter!

The oldest looking boy in the threesome answers.

"Okay. Then tell me what it is."

"Yes! I'm Darcy, the butcher, but I run it with my aunt. upstairs, she says her brother lives with her family."

"Well... it's not in the ledger. Rent it. So? You know what my brother does?

He said, "Uh, he's carrying baggage, he's loading wallstones,"

"Daily employment? Is there another worker when it comes to family?"

"Ka-chan, no. Your wife says she's doing needles."

"Do you have children"

"I don't think so"

"Yes, good job"

At the end of the report, Sarah gives away the bitch for the number of people apart from the little copper coin.

If you're a kid, you can buy a little bit.

When the boys receive the bitch, they run happily back to their next job.

"Oh man. This roster and map are full of holes. Almost rewrite it."

Write the information the runaways brought home on a small parchment and then pin it to a large parchment on the tabletop.

"... because parish information is not updated frequently"

Claudio's voice explaining the current situation is just a little bitter.

"Third class neighborhood. A lot of people and runaways don't even pay a lot of head tax. I'm not blaming the church for anything. Besides, you know why I'm letting them do their job, right?

Before the priest answers, Sarah answers from the side.

"No one cares if you have kids here to clean."

That's what I'm talking about.

In building the road that runs straight from the entrance to Leather Street in the 2nd Class District, it was not listed anywhere and nobody knew who really lived on the planned construction site along that road and asked for precise information about what work they were doing.

That said, residents are usually cautious when they go from the front to investigate that they can put head taxes and some kind of ichamom on them, so they don't give us accurate information.

For that reason, it is inevitable that the boys of the runaway adventurers are being used to imitate things like the census. I'm just a shop owner, this me!

"The owner of the first workshop will not be entrusted with the launching of the parish by Priest Nicolo."

Claudio said something, but I ignored it and kept running the pen while getting reports from the guys who were coming for the price.