Helping with Adventurer Party Management

But what a big plan.

and Claudio looks over and says the concept written on the blackboard.

"Right."

Because the plan, which should have been just churches and streets, is now a religious gateway, a commercial city and a castle fortress with even more defensive features, and even more luxurious residential features.

This is no longer just a zoning plan. It is an urban plan that creates another city outside the city, you may say.

"Can we make this many plans on our own?

There are people who can oversee the building of paths. Some people can build churches. Some people will be able to build stores, others will be able to build homes.

But is it fulfilled by those who can plan the whole thing?

Just thinking about it, who can manage just to function organically and continuously a group of plans for a compartment where multiple types of architecture intersect: roads, churches, sewers, shops and housing?

There's only a small captain.

"Right."

"Hey."

I just gathered some candid faces and I'm not reluctant to speak.

But I've never had a plan like that either.

to the representatives of the organization, who would have many experts at their disposal, with a desire to

"Can't you get people out of that one...?

I asked him, "I can't," but the young priest refused without regard.

Is it still difficult to get people out of church?

I'm glad to be relied upon, but I can't think of all these huge plans by myself.

In the first place, it's like multiple experts teaming up in the original world to draw up a plan.

Moreover, there is no Excel that can calculate the cost without computer software to aid the plan.

Excellent bureaucratic talent with the kind of abstract planning ability to appropriately tease numbers and somehow draw lines based on approximate policies would be monopolized in churches, aristocracy, and even the upper echelons of the royal family, so I don't see it coming around here

We don't have the human resources, so we have to create them on hand.

Nevertheless, there is no time or resources to educate.

That means that if you don't want to be the kind of feathers that carry all of the plan by themselves and die buried in a pile of parchment paper, you have to develop an analog tool that involves the people here in the plan.

Fortunately, I have an idea for a tool.

"I need some time to get ready. Gorgogo, help me."

If you are aware, the sun is tilting.

And that's why the discussion that lasted so long was to be postponed until the next day once it was cut off and the story of the plan to create the compartment was postponed.

Due to a slight delay in the lengthy debate, the artisans' meals had been completely cleaned up and they decided to warm up the leftovers of soup and bread in the office stove for dinner.

"It's been a while since the two of us had dinner alone."

Soak in a soup with meat as Sarah chops the white bread.

"Sort of. I can't say it's strictly just the two of us."

Although a little bigger, the residence is still concurrent with the office, and that office is on the second floor of the shoe workshop. Most of the craftsmen have returned, but the entrance is guarded by soldiers from Sword Fang, and some are interested in a targeted game using stone throwing canes in the courtyard of the workshop.

"That play, the sound of the stone hitting the wall is annoying."

"Right. But it's popular and if you stop it, it's pathetic."

"Well, guys like stone throwing. I have no choice."

Originally, it was a play using the casting wand given to the craftsmen in order to enhance self-defense on the leather streets, but it seemed to be an unexpected play for the artisans who hungered for the road, and now they are diligently trained not only after lunch breaks, but also after the work is thus done.

Sometimes the workshop courtyard lights up late at night due to security issues, and there are a lot of young people at the craftsmen, so they're not energized.

Perhaps when St. Shoe Street becomes functional as a fortified city, they will also be able to put themselves in the headcount as a defensive force.

I'm not sure if it's a good idea for a single artisan who's just innocently stone-throwing to become a force for war.

However, I felt that the joy and pride of those who were not only pushed into the corner of the city and trampled no longer came from the strong sound when the stone hit the wall.

The next morning, in front of the face gathered to hear the rest of the explanation, in addition to the blackboard, where the various figures were written by white ink, there were piles of square cubes that I prepared using Gorgogo badly.

"Captain, what the hell? I think a lot of people are a little old to play with the building blocks."

"Don't make a good point, Kirik. Exactly a building block. I've got a building block for everyone from now on."

Not only Kilik, but everyone gathered was staring at me with the kind of eyes that looked at the odd guy saying, "Here we go again..."