It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Sitting right next to Liz makes me feel cheerful and smiling with the fias. Medium, I can't even offer this kind of year-to-year fun, so I thought the pertia varied. There was talk of dried fruit when I was listening to a story that somehow sounded leaky, so I'm a little excited to see if it's something with all sorts of fruit in it. Did you think of this as a visitor? The main thing was a small boiled boar meat and soup, and the amount itself was a little small. It helps because it is very fuel-efficient in shape. I mean, eating too much makes me sleepy. At the end of the meal, Liz and the others seem to follow Peltia to the talking room, not the kitchen. Fuji Liz looks back, up-and-coming, smiles, and waves at me. Oh, I thought you were happy.

Go back to your room and get dressed. But I thought I'd be dressed again yesterday today. It's going to hurt if I don't tailor some clothes. The shirt has a new one with a feather-woven collar, trousers and a jacket and sleeves. Make sure there is no problem peeking into the mirror and start staring at the hair on the taro and shark. But my hair is also starting to grow quite a bit. The sound of a knock sounds when I think that you didn't even get a chance to go to the haircut inside after being bulky. By saying that the other side has arrived, he will be guided to the reception room.

In the reception room, Rostee sits in the upper seat, and Norweh is underneath it, and it's the seat underneath that's reserved for me. Are you in the lower seat to wear a formal outfit? As I lean my neck a little in my heart, the voice of a knock and a butler. Standing ahead of the door being opened was a skinny man who didn't look a little good for the sound of a mercenary guild. It feels like saying mid forty when I was a year old, but do people in this world look a little older so about my age? Hidden with loose clothes but felt over the cloth whenever the forged muscles move. Listening to the voice of the 'recognition' teacher, the swordsmanship system and the shielding system coincide. That's just over 2.00 good stuff to say skilled too. This man is so militant that he doesn't look good with a gentle smile. My face is slightly stronger than I thought it would be, or the man smiles flutteringly when he sees this one. To go with it, return a loving laugh.

"Thank you for your time today. His Excellency the Duke of Rostee."

A man who gives thanks for the impression that he is more stirring than streamlined. The voice was slightly elevated, but it felt slightly cloudy with the feeling of being tortured or crushed. I also think it's out of place that someone had this voice at the market uncle or something.

"Long time no see, Lord Daemarkien. Let me introduce you, my son Norwe. Next time I'm up to the Count."

When Rostee speaks up, Norweh praises her. It just doesn't feel like I can afford it as usual, it's a little risky. Are you dragging on yesterday...... Do you have any certainty that you will meet the boss of the opponent who exchanged his life for the boulder? I rounded my eyes a little to my boss's rare appearance.

"And my grandson Akihiro. Likewise up to the Viscount."

When introduced and thanked, it is more impressive and viewed than I thought. I don't know, this discomfort. There was nothing tangled up about it, and I don't know this guy.

"His Excellency Count Norweh used to see it once when he was out on the scene. It was a merchant's escort, but I miss Toluca already, too. Really, the lord of that time is His Excellency the Count already? When it comes to senior aristocrats, we will have more opportunities to meet in the future. Best regards,"

When I smile flutterly, I meditate my eyes and nod like I remember the past. Yeah, yeah. And when I open my eyes, I shoot this one through with my more curious shiny eyes.

"And you're Viscount Akihiro. No rumors."

Rostee and Norweh react to the words.

"Rumors......" Norweh's stepchildren and master, but he became a grandson. Are there any rumors out there?

Perfectly bites to death the surprise Rostee instantly showed, listening in the voice of calm itself.

"Oh, no. There are rumors coming from the scene. Did you know that there are aristocrats who give way to the caravan on the route from Toluca to 'Lisatia'?"

Dademarkien says, the two of you turn this way. A delicate gaze can be directed at whether you are doing such a thing.

"In fact, noble people's time and ours are totally different in value. Nonetheless, when the caravan approaches, please wait at the edge of the road, and we'll wrap it up to business in the waiting time for the passage. This is the first time such a person has had a reputation from a mercenary in the field."

"Hmm. We've just opened our territory. I can't even foresee the movement of the caravan, but I'm sure it's because of that. What do you call a reputation?

Rostee asks, advances his seat. When everyone sits on the couch, the tea is carried and the fragrance spreads indoors.

"Yes, we have handled it personally during business talks, and 'Lisatia' itself is a great town. We are constantly rumored to be able to work with such people."

I was looking into my eyes, but I don't even feel like I'm lying in particular. My dear feelings and respect are thrown unchanged. Are you serious...... Honestly, it wastes nearly two hours just shifting over two hundred carriages trying to kick the caravan. If you just wait silently at Ray's or Lot's direction, it won't take you an hour to pass, and we don't have time to do business at that break because we don't have time. I didn't know that was a good impression so far......

When I feel a little unexpected or amusing, Rostee nods small.

"Aye, okay. Sounds like my grandson... You're still clumsy around here, aren't you bothering me?"

"The other way around. I only hear good stories from merchants and from the field. I was looking forward to seeing you today. Well, there are other reasons."

With a slight eyebrow root, Dademarkien tells. Other reasons......?

"So, what's the matter today, what happened last night?

"Yes. I came to open my application. The story I received is that they're all alive, but can I ask you if you'd like some time to ask me what happened last night?

When Daymalkeen hears, Rostee meditates slightly and nods. I'll call the butler as it is and tell him to lead us to the room where he's holding last night's assailant. After the butler, when Dademarkien leaves the room, the two exhale deeply.

"Did the Lord do that..."

Rostee tells me like she's a little spooked.

"Right. I'm putting it on the break because it's more wasted time getting people to stop by over there. And if there's anything interesting, I'd like to buy it."

Answering that, Kuku laughs and Norwe laughs small.

"We don't use carriages when we have information about the caravan. I guess I can't help it because I don't have legs yet. I never thought it was rumored in that place. No, I'm getting cold sweats."

As things stand, as far as I can, my performance is kept secret in the form of a concession to both of us. It would be information that the emerging Viscount, a bit of a commercial talent, is spreading.

"Whatever it is, it won't be a problem if you get a good rating outside of the information approaching the core. But... well. It would be human morality."

Rostee laughs slightly bitterly and raises the cup.

"I personally care to say other reasons..."

When I tell them so, they look at each other and shake their heads.

"I don't know. I didn't even know the Lord was here in the first place."

The nobles know, but they don't hustle about it. We will be gathering information on the mercenary guild side as well, but we won't even care where the wooden nobility is. Discussing the reasoning around it, the sound of the knock sounds again.

"Are you all right? Delighted, relieved. He said you helped him with the magic of Akihiro. Thank you so much."

As Daimarkien walks into the room, he approaches and shakes his hand in a way that is impressive. Somehow, I have trouble dealing with it. I had the image of a warrior, so I had a slightly more pitiful impression, which makes the impression crazy.

"So, when I say open the door..."

When Rostee tells him, Daymalkeen sits on the couch again and tilts the cup.

"In conclusion, with regard to yesterday's case, this is the result of our miscalculation."

The moment I told him that, my anger spreads fluttering and Norwegian hands grip too tightly. My face remains calm, but I guess my insides are fierce and crazy.

"Misleading. Non knows what the Lord understands, so he knows somehow, but these two will be the first to see. I have a future relationship, too. Can you give me a little more explanation?"

When Rostee tells him nicely, Dademarkien nods.

"Right. I think the Lord Count Norwegian and the mercenary guild of Daboutia are determined to engage in a skirmish at the behest of the Unicans, so I will start by explaining the guild. There's nothing to explain around here at the scene."

Is it because of the birth of the mercenary guild that Daymalkeen begins to talk about, with regard to the current situation? The Mercenary Guild was originally an organization founded to outsource replenishment in the event of a shortage of soldiers in various countries. Its activities will include personnel development, troop transport and marching. In addition, escorts may be contracted with merchants, travelers, or nobles.

"We treat the ultimate violence called soldier as a business. Therefore, there are many things to discipline. The fulfillment of the contract will be absolute so that people in every country can use it safely."

Dademarkien cuts the words and tilts the cup.

"It just doesn't mean you want to commit crimes with us, or kill people. The goal is to help the Alliance and their families grow healthy. We get food for this in the form of soldiers. There is not much to spread around here, but there are still people who rarely resort to violence. People like that are not suitable for mercenaries. People like that introduce you to another job. We can continue to do this job sincerely by taking care of our family and becoming people who want to grow up."

Norweh snorts back at the words.

"Earlier, I called it the fulfillment of the contract, but that would be the miscalculation."

That was the stage Daimarkien told me, where discomfort poked his mouth out.

"I smell Dearnine..."

An eye of curiosity turns this way to the word and moves on to Rostee.

"My grandson is also a Viscount. It's time to tell the story."

When Rostee tells a lie bullshit, she nods several times as if she was convinced that Daymalkeen would be enough.

"The same goes for other guilds, but the central figure often involves Dearnine-like incensed humans, kings. Because it is not necessarily geared towards territorial management. Experience and knowledge are also important because they run large organisations. One of the philosophies of the mercenary guild is also that knowledge is called power. The madness of war is carried out with reason. You can't make it without an education. Besides, it is of paramount importance that we abide by national laws and ordinances. If we're not prepared to discipline ourselves, we'll never be trusted with a murder weapon called a soldier."

Norweh opens her mouth the moment Daymalkeen tells her so. Have you reached the limit of stress on the boulder......

"So what the hell's going on with last night? The crime of injury, if it is aimed at the life of the Duke of Rostee, will develop to the crime of civil unrest?

"Yes, I am very aware of that. That's why it's a miscalculation. With us, prosperity in the kingdom will be the most opportunity to obtain food. There's no point in roughing it up there. For this reason, we have a policy of not accepting cases that touch on criminal activities or the internal circumstances of each country."

"But actually!!

"Exactly. Last night's raid happened. Duke of Rostee, this is the contract."

Daymalkeen takes a few pieces of paper out of his nostalgia and hands it to Rostee. After a long view, I give it to Norwe and come around here. As for the content, it's terrible, to be honest. I'm not willing to sign a contract in the first place. Thirty personnel can be sent out to raid the Duke's mansion, and that is also allowed to escape deemed a failure at a stage where he has sustained more than prescribed hand injuries. In addition, any detriment to the mercenary guild associated with this contract shall be borne by the Contractor. Too close to a dodgy blank power of attorney. Besides, this time the compensation is paid in full in advance. That amount...

"240 Million Worl......"

Norwe surprises the boulder in the face.

"Besides, is the contractor a conservative Viscount... There's no way I can pay this kind of amount. Even if you think about it in the first place on a conservative budget, you can't move this amount fast."

Rostee narrows her eyes and shoots through Daimarkeen.

"You're right. Half of it will be taken to Walanica by tax, but 120 million wales. Deaths are almost definitive as regards thirty. I have studied a great deal when it comes to the amount of money to look after the more than a hundred members of that family for the next five to fifteen years. Nevertheless, we thought that even if it were His Excellency the Duke, instant money would not be possible."

Four million won per capita? When it comes to employing and maintaining soldiers in the general territory for a year, it amounts to roughly three million wares. This money alone will be the formula by which forty regular soldiers can operate for a year. Really not. By the way, 'Lisatia' reduces maintenance costs considerably. Lightweight, heavy-duty soldiers become moving walls to maintain the front line in the first place, and archers shoot from behind it is the basic flow. "Lisatia," an armored carriage replaces this front line. As a result, the cost of maintaining soldiers is overwhelmingly lower compared to the overall cost. The cost of producing crossbows is also quite compressible in the first place.

"The contract says it's a full advance, but you paid it?

When Rostee asks, Daymalkeen looks at the butler. The butler gratefully brings a large wipe bag there from the hallway and gently places it on the table. Sounds so heavy the moment you put it down. When Daimarkien opens the bag, he looks like a million wares of gold coins.

"Received"

When Daymalkeen says, Rostee keeps her forehead down.

"Grr...... This stinks. It is not currency in circulation. There is even the possibility of a reserve in the national treasury. I don't want to be so stupid..."

Rostee clouds the words. When I did poorly, it even came out to the possibility that conservatives went into the state vault to steal it.

"But then you won't know more and more. In the first place, the story involving the mercenary guild should have been about what to do with a hundred million wars of surplus. Pay more than that...... purpose?

Norweh groans halfway and stares at Daimarkeen with a strong eye.

"As you can guess. The raid is not the purpose of this case. One purpose."

Daimarkien said, look here.

"It will ensure the identity of Akihiro."