I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"Is there a store owner?!

After opening the store, after a busy time by lunch box, one military man appeared, not a junior soldier, around forty years old, who looked a little great. Oh, attitude means class, not class.

"Oh, shopkeeper, actually, I need to ask you something!

That, this man, he looks familiar... and that, I met him at the lieutenant colonel's, one of the four squadron commanders!

"Uh, what can I do for you..."

I can't afford it without asking about it.

"Um, that's..."

The squadron leader, lurking his voice, looked around for a moment.

"As a matter of fact, could you please come to my residence?"

"Huh..."

What should I do? Positively, I don't think this guy would do anything strange to me. Except in two cases.

For one thing, this man came to finish me off, which is a flavor of that munitions flow and can read the cryptography. Even if I can change the cipher, if I decrypt it again, it's the same thing, so I'll take the root of the problem.

Two, this guy was Loricon, and he gave me eyes.

No, there isn't!

If you're going to finish me off, there's no way you're going to come all the way from the morning on your own. In the middle of the night, you'll let your men do it, normal. And I don't think this guy, who looks older and serious, is the type of person who might be a lollicon..., no, he might be a lollicon, but bring him into his home.

... and something, sounds interesting.

Lately, I want to change my mood a little bit because I've been caught up in unpleasant things or busy with butterflies. Besides, I'm not in trouble for money. No, we're gonna do business so we can make the most of it, right? Selling at a cheap price that breaks down the market or doing a crappy business would be annoying to other merchants and would make a fool of the business god. That's an unacceptable tach, I am.

So......

"Travel price, one small gold coin."

"Oh, oh..., please!

Yeah, I'll get the price right.

"Layette, I'm going out."

"Ha ha!

Reply cheerfully, Layette starts closing the wooden windows. The upstairs windows and back entrance are closed, so all you have to do is close the entrance and hang the key and it's OK.

The mansion is about 20 minutes from here.

Oh, the other side of the royal palace? It's a little far...... not that it's a feeling in this world.

Belle and Emile were after they went to work as hunters, so the store closed temporarily. Take Layette and travel on foot. Captain Nakatomi, perhaps a nobleman, came to the store on foot without a carriage because he was a soldier, so he decided to keep moving. I don't bother to have a carriage or look for a Tsuji carriage. Sometimes if you don't exercise, your body will be blunt (naked), and it's not good for Layette's growth.

A glimpse of the rear on the way, Francette and Roland were following.

Those two, you always stake out our store? Where, from what time to what? No rest?

Please, for once, we have to ask. No way, you're standing in an alley all day, or something, right?

What black company!

That's why we arrived at the Squadron Leader's house. Uh-huh, considering the distance between this building and the center of the Wang capital, it's not very great. Maybe Baron's or Viscount's? Even though the battalion captain's lieutenant colonel said he was a countess...... he's just a three boy, he doesn't inherit the title, he doesn't inherit from now on, so isn't he that great too? With the prestige of my parents, other nobles just shy away.

So, I went through the gate and headed to the front door......

"Welcome home, sir."

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Succeeded to the title, active aristocratic lord? Isn't that more noble than Mr. Lieutenant Colonel?

No matter how much Muko is in the Count's house, and the Squadron Leader is in the Baron's or Viscount's house, the Three Sons of the Unearthed and the Nobleman himself. Then, as between themselves...

Well, turning the Count family against the enemy is deadly, so uh-huh, it's a lot harder, the power relationship.

Even so, I'm a superior officer and subordinate of the same unit, so does that matter? Ranks and positions within the organization are everything in the military and in the company. My parents, my parents, my age, my education, it doesn't matter. That's, like, a mistake, about that fucking peacekeeper yarrow, that warm assistant manager, licking attitude..., no, no, it's too much talk, let's forget it...

Oh, don't be rude in the future, I need to make sure.

"Oh, uh, squadron leader, are you the lord?

"Hmm? Oh, didn't I tell you? Yes, I am Savos von Larslick, Viscount Larslick."

I knew it!

Well, I'm not freaking out about nobility anymore. Anyway, she yells at the royalty, I am.

hehe................................................. One of these days, you're not gonna be rude, are you?

And keep it up, Mr. Squadron Leader's study? The office? Something, go to that room.

Family and servants line up, members are me and Layette (in air mode), Squadron Leader's, only three. Well, finally to the point......

"I brought you some tea"

Oh, tea and tea treats, thank you.

And leave the tea set and the tea treats and the maid leaves, too, and now it's time to finally get to the point.

Munchkin......

Yeah, Layette's eating sweets. I'll have a sip of tea. The squadron leader was a little tired and thirsty because it was his usual habit or something that the army would walk at like a march.

As a soldier, I don't have a problem, but a little more care for women...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I was evil......

And tea, grunting.

"Actually, what I'm asking you to do is to find out where the treasure is."

Ho ho ho!

I jeopardized spraying the tea in my mouth.

Sofa and carpet that looks expensive, no, to the squadron leader of the factually overpriced outfit, as well. Wrong, but you can't go spraying here. Therefore he was desperate, and swallowed. And I let it swallow up.

"How can you say that at this time!

Damn, that pompous face. Absolutely, you don't recognize what you've done! One day, I'll let you spray it in front of the Commander!!

So, well, anyway, it's an explanation. If you don't explain, it won't start.

And the squadron leader tells me that here, the Viscount Larslick family, they're not very wealthy.

No, that's right, as much as your lord works in the army, so it doesn't mean he's poor...... Because my brother inherited the house and the throne, so I thought to myself to the army, because my brother died unexpectedly, etc. But he also resigned from the army for unsolicited reasons, leaving the territory to his brother, who himself lives with his wife in the king's capital mansion of the Viscount House, and works for the Viscount family in a variety of ways, both in the military and in the social sphere.

Well, it's not uncommon for a nobleman.

So, then, what's the problem?

... there is none.

Yeah, money.

I knew you were poor!

The omission lasted for several years, spitting out all the stockpiled food that had been stored in the territorial residence and buying and fishing for food in the vault gold coins. But the surrounding territory is the same. It costs money to buy and carry from afar, and bandits and other realm peasants who are attacked with their lives at stake for their wives. The cost of additional scabbard escorts.

I managed to take a breath this year as a regular harvest, but both the vault room and the stockpile pantry are almost empty.

If anything now.

Even if it's not inappropriate, it can be a "last push", yes, fatal injury to Viscount Larslick today, even if it's something small, like an epidemic (or still) disease or a massive bandit spreading.

If normal, near packing without a hitter. You'll have to accept that you owe money from some grand nobleman, tied to money and your in-laws, become enslaved alike, and denigrate (and deceive) the name of the Viscount.

Yes, "if it's normal".

In fact, the Viscount Larslick family has hidden property.... No, it was "supposed to be".

Many generations ago, a large unmanned ship drifted on Viscount Larslick's territory facing the sea. The ship, which I had never seen, all the crew were dead, running out of water and food, but the loads and safe were untouched. They were because they were things that could not be drunk or eaten, that is, ceramics, swords and other traded goods, or funds for buying, that is, large quantities of gold coins and jewellery.

At the time, the Viscount Territory, which, as now, was experiencing a continuing crisis, secretly converted them into gold coins of this country in other countries and used some of that money to overcome the crisis. And the rest of that.

"This is it. Decrypt it, please!

That's what I said, one parchment Mr. Squadron Leader has been offering me.

"For generations, it is a document that can only be communicated to the Lord. And the whereabouts of the money (or not) were only communicated in an autobiography, but the owner three generations ago died in an accident before communicating it to the next generation...

But now, in my realm, that's what I really need! Please, from this document, read me where the treasure is!

So it's my turn to do it? In case the verbal offer is interrupted, does the cipher say where the money is hidden? Yeah, backup's important, isn't it? I haven't backed that up in three months, and that rotten chief! Who wipes that ass..., no, it's over now, let's forget it...

And when I receive the parchment offered, and I turn to that writing.

"In the event of a Ralslik crisis, only if everything is done and no other means are available, convey and use the money. Korex von Larslick '

That's just what it said.

"You know what? Ahhhhh!