How To Live In A Different World

"Welcome to Bales Castle Fortress City"

Mr. Mare told me out loud that he was on a surveillance mission on the carriage roof from the carriage podium.

"Wow, you're so big."

At present, our merchants are at the top of the mountain, with the entire city of Fort Barreth overlooking beneath them.

"You will, you will. Barreth is the biggest city around here under the direct rule of Count Garen."

Mr. Mare explained as happily as I did.

According to that, Bales has more than 500 years of history and the Lords have changed several times, but the Garren Count clan has ruled for the last 60 years.

Count Garren has begun his reign and the city is very stable, developing and vibrant.

As the name of the fortified city suggests, the city is surrounded by three stages by a wall about 4 m high.

The center of the city is a small hill, with the castle of Count Garen soaking up.

Outside the city there are vast wheat fields and small settlements are pompous.

There is one huge gate, east, west, north and south, where you can see the wagons and people coming and going.

"People are like ants. Ha ha."

I'm the only one who knows. When I'm enjoying myself on the line,

"The first layer of the walls is the main inhabited area of merchants and civilians, the second floor is the mansion of the aristocrats, and the center is the area where the Count lives."

Gal gave me an explanation for the big mess.

"In addition, the civilian area is divided into four main areas: residential, artisan factory, pleasure, and commercial districts, and the adventurer guild is located in the commercial district."

Naria explained it in more detail.

"All right, we're just a few minutes away from this deal. You'll feel better if you get this far, but hang in there a little longer. Okay, we're leaving at the end of the break."

Mr Mare said so, proceeding with the carriage.

I came to Nanjo Gate.

I looked up and looked like a poker, completely like you.

As he approached, the walls could see the magnificent construction and felt intensely that they had come to different worlds.

Conversely, the village of Tales realizes once again that it is really poor on the periphery.

Just one slightly worrying thing started to come to mind.

Now the carriage awaits the order of confirmation work to enter in front of the south gate.

The merchants and all the escorts are waiting with something like ID cards.

"Kind of sucks, huh?

In a state of inner thrill, I sit beside your podium to confirm that to Mr. Mare.

"Mr. Mare, Mr. Mare. Hey..."

"What is it?"

Mr. Mare looked at my anxious face and turned to a serious look.

"Uh, uh, it's that procedure over there... Do you need an ID, huh? I don't have that. I don't know if I can get in there without..."

He looks anxious and asks. Look at me.

"That's right. Shit. Being unidentified means you're gonna get caught and go to slavery?

"What, are you serious?!? Hey... Mr. Mare, do something for me, please. I think I did my best on the journey. Please."

"Mm-hmm. Right. But you, you eat twice as much rice on the road, and you peek into the Karna and Nariya who were in the water. It's called surveillance on the roof, but you'll sleep pretty well."

"Oh, no, no, no."

"You thought you weren't ripped off?

"Excuse me. Excuse me. You're right, I apologize. I apologize to them too, so please do something about it."

Desperately, I bow my head to Mr. Mare, and at the end of the day, I ask him to sit down in the ground, my eyes would-be with a fragrant expression.

The gals look at the situation with a slightly contemptuous, pitiful look.

The majesty and respect gained by defeating the Troll seems to have been blown away.

No, no, the only thing I can be proud of is the skill of selling the festivities I worked out around the sales and the skill of a quick dugout.

Get wrapped up in something strong.

Throw away your pride and sell your melancholy

Don't worry about your surrounding eyes.

Don't make enemies.

This is the lesson learned in living in a sense gained during the Salary years.

"You don't have any pride. Well, fine. It's a joke. A joke. Your ID is fine. Tales' village chief wrote a proper brush and I have a certificate here, so I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

"Well, that attitude is a great way to apologize nonetheless. Slaves are also bright blue quick moves. Look, keep your head up."

I had a muddy face on my forehead, a little suspicious.

"Really? Did that village chief really give you such a good hand job?

"Really. Really. To be precise, the priest told the village chief and gave it to me."

I held my hands together and looked up to heaven, thanking the priest sincerely.

What a thankful man.

Seriously thanks!!

God, Father, thank you.

Not only did you accept me as a seemingly vagabond in a suit, but you were so attentive to me. Thank you very much.

One day he decided to repay himself personally, and paid off the mud attached to his body in the dust seat.