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

At once a burgeoning brew enters a steady flight. Given the use of witchcraft, I think the wings should be folded and streamlined, but they're spreading and flying for the skies when they are. I see a wagon running like a miniature on a small street. As for altitude, would it range from a thousand meters to a thousand five hundred meters? There are no tall buildings or mountains, so the view is good anyway. However, it was good while I was excited, but Brew's body temperature came from the saddle, which makes me kind of sleepy. I feel this is dangerous. With that in mind, you can see the ocean at the edge of your sight. The sparkling, blue, shining belt gradually widens.

"Now get down in front of me to the extent that you can see or not, and I'll wait"

When I tell him that, gradually lowering altitude, I look for a landing point. Kill Speed as he glides and skies, landing hiccups at the end. About thirty minutes from the moment you fly to the landing? It's about four hundred kilometers on the road, so I guess the calculation is about eight hundred kilometers an hour. He was just mostly considering me on the side of the ride, and I wasn't in a hurry. Looks like we could actually get there sooner.

"Well, you're coming."

When I tell him so, he shakes his neck up and down as the brew is difficult, representing a nod. I'll take the hover back to the road and head straight to the 'Fia'. He landed me around the point where the forest ran out with about two kilometers left. Gradually there are also more crops, which soothe my eyes. The sugar cane is also stretched slowly as the fertilizer is finished. Though I thought I'd introduce a sartar guruma, I thought the specifications for pressing it with a water wheel might be better. Once the production of sugar is complete, two wheels of sugar are produced: the necessary salt and the desired sugar. A little more, I wonder what's going on, remembering the former recruits in the name of the common people, who also have to split people on the defensive side. As I walk through it, I see the lockup. It's a gateway to the 'Fia' and luxury resort hotels.

"This, my lord. There was a report of a dragon appearing earlier, but were you brought on board?

"That's right. Because I also wanted to see to what extent the order arrived. Is the village chief there?

"Yes, Terraxta was more visiting until yesterday, but I think it's ok because they've already left"

"Okay. Now we'll head to the village chief's house."

Looking from above, I could see a narrow road being made along the beach to the west. The carriage is a little hard, but if it's about a luggage truck, it's going to be the way to go. I asked him if he would build his way here, but he was admonished because it was in Terraxta's interest. Mm-hmm. I don't think you should really care. With that in mind, I go along the sidewalk. Something about Sothetsu lines up at intervals to stimulate exotic or southern sentiment even this. Enter the 'Fia' and knock on the door of the village chief's house. When you name the samurai who came out, you rush back to the back.

"This is lord. Long time no see."

"Long time no see, village chief. The matter of the dragon has been issued a decree, has it arrived?

"Yes, the villagers had reported the approaching of the dragon earlier, but you were the lord."

"I didn't mean to surprise you... Basically, I don't think the dragon's family living on this continent will be malicious towards this territory. Be as comfortable as you can."

"Okay. So, what can I do for you today?

"Oh. I thought I'd start manufacturing new preserved foods. I was wondering where to build a manufacturing plant and a storage facility."

"I see. Do you have a location designation, etc?

"No, it's just the drainage, so is it on the river side?"

"Then the land is surplus. To what extent do you expect manpower?

"Alternate personnel combined, about twenty. Is it likely enough for the job?

"Right. We have manpower at luxury resorts, so there is no overcrowding. I just wonder if it's possible to turn it around."

The village chief says as he rolls the book.

"Okay. I'm not in a hurry, and I think it's time for fat to start riding the target fish, so maybe next year."

"Yes...... is it? I think fat on it would taste better..."

"In terms of what you make this time, it's undesirable the other way around. So, I'm going to ask Mr. Mermaid if he actually has that fish."

"Okay. If you're designing a building, please."

He breaks up with the village chief and starts moving towards Mr. Mermaid's rally point. Well, I wonder if Belhemia and the others are here.