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

As a recreation, stay in line and move to the racetrack. I wonder if some humans are too busy training and have never taken a trip, and if it's a good idea to see the Knights' mastery. By the way, the Knights aren't at the ceremony because it's a troop move from Norwe. Since the chain of command is different, a distinction needs to be made unless it is formally incorporated. The reason I chose horse racing later is because I also think it makes sense to bet. More money is naturally for everyone because it is a fundamental desire. In order to increase money, I seriously identify the horse and believe that the horizons that anticipate the race unfolding will inspire me to forge an overlooking perspective. By the way, I'm giving the soldiers vouchers, not money, and I'm changing the odds and wager caps from the average customer. Even if everyone wins all the races, it's only up to sixty-four times as it's six races. I was wondering if that would be okay because of the degree of play.

When I go to see the paddock, I mix it up with the general public and the soldiers have a serious look to see how the horse is doing. Some soldiers are watching the horses with their eyes like plates, while others are going to ask the health guards how to identify how the horses are doing. Everyone said it was funny that they were anticipating winning horses as they thought to each other. By the way, I'm letting the voucher say his name, and I'm telling the platoon captain to check on his men somehow. Who bought what and what behavior was in the form of more than a platoon leader. Well, it's up to the person who got the information to use this information in the future.

"Ah, Hiro. Hey!!"

Looking at the pussy paddock, Liz and the others are coming this way.

"Good luck with the ceremony. Is everyone okay with your men?

Ask everyone and they'll get an answer saying they got away with a full smile. Well, you don't want to be with your boss when you're playing. I get a bitter laugh.

"Aren't you a scoundrel around there?

When I point, the lot snorts.

"Yes. Horse legs are synonymous with the speed of information. We collect information on which horses are in good shape and whether they have original qualities. You're selling that information."

Uh, yeah. I wonder if it feels like a predictor.

"Would it be better if it were a long way? That information is also valuable as military information, so be careful what you do."

"Right. I'm making it small because it's a business. Plus, the scouts get paid high, so they get together at the second meeting after the get-together. I intend to raise funds for it."

Lot also says slightly over his shoulder.

"If you're close, don't worry. Come on, first race, here we go."

The performance played by the musicians who moved from the ceremony venue echoes in the hustle and bustle. We all decided to move to our seats.

The conclusion is that after the six races, they all almost failed miserably. There is almost no element to beat because it is double the maximum of odds. I was wondering if I could accomplish this because it was originally intended to give you a taste of the gambling act itself. In fact, the soldiers were mostly people who were blinding themselves to the power of horses running up close rather than to what the bet was.

After the race, align before the track again and head to the practice station. While the six races are taking place, the venue is scheduled to be set up and the food brought in. They all look like eating children because it will be lunch rather late.

When I enter the practice station, the tables and chairs for the camp are arranged like an island, surrounded by booze and food still served to raise the hot air. I send Ray an eye-catcher to see everyone in their seats, even if they're in too much hurry.

"All personnel, attention"

A squad station that quietly returns to instructions to go up everywhere.

"He who holds office more than this, he who holds other positions as a reserve, or he who is in charge of affairs in the rear. Destinations vary."

Deep, heavy Ray's voice sounds quietly at the practice station.

"As different as the road is, I am sure that there is no difference in how I love this Akihiro territory. This get-together is meant to meet that thought. Now start your meal time"

The moment Ray's words unraveled in the wind, they were soldiers who arrived at the dish cheering wow.

"Leader, I'm drinking!?

As I sit in the world of nasal screaming, voiced and snagged by all sorts of human beings, Fia approaches me.

"I don't even have time to drink. What about the fia?"

"Mm-hmm. It's okay. I ate quite a bit, and I'm drinking."

"A pretty good number of light units turn to reserve roles, don't they? Does it feel like we're having a farewell party?

After all, the most experienced recruits were light units, and many wanted to move to reserve roles. The number as a soldier is also to the extent that the total number of "fias" is less than five thousand, but about two thousand take other jobs as reserve officers. In fact, it would be mainly to the extent that all armies combined would be slightly less than two thousand.

"Hehe. Still, I'll see you in town, and if anything happens, I'll fight with you. If I told him not to blunt, he'd give it back so he wouldn't lose, so I think he'll be fine."

"Oh well. That's reliable. You can count on your kids, and if we go on talking about the lodging town, we'll need a resident army. I want people to work in parallel with Tundan soldiers and other occupations if I can, so I hope so."

"I said it, I said it. When we have a new town, it's a business opportunity. Oh, Rossa, we're surrounded. We need to help."

Fia rushes towards Rossa looking busy. Contrary to the light armies, the archers in the crossbow subjects had the most applications for recruits, so few turned to reserve roles. For this reason, there are many circles of people around Rossa that are formed and thriving.

Tilting the cup thinking it looked like fun, I heard a softly called voice from behind.