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

Continuing into the deacon's knock, what I saw was a man sitting alone, not taking a confession. From the experience of meeting with a variety of people, it seems that the only time we don't bring someone in for discussion in this world is if we talk about it in extra detail. Otherwise, I bring in multiple people so that I can make an acquaintance so that I don't say what I said verbally. I'm pretty sure Norweh told me about this. It seemed odd that I was moving around alone for the rest of my life. However, I was used to writing minutes, so I had no particular problems. The fundamentals of the meeting are agenda, so few stories fly so extreme.

When I turned back to the back with a pompous thought in my head, quite a few young people sat with a nervous look, even when it came to men. It would be the first half of twenty when I was a year old. It feels like a college student or a new member of society. Being able to manage a country's logistics at this age takes a seat again with great admiration.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Roomant, Eastern Representative of the Western Jurisdiction Bureau of the Salt Alliance."

Without even laughing, questions arise about the names that pale state.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Akihiro Maekawa. This is my wife, Lisatia. Well, first of all, I'd like to confirm that I was promising you a visit today, and I heard from the Director of the Western Jurisdiction, how about that?

Saying so, the roommate opens his mouth with a slightly blurred look. Looks shorter on the face than I thought...

"The director will be a little late for something else. It's also a question of giving you time, so I'll wrap up the conversation with you."

Is that different from the person who has signed up? Feeling like a letter, I had the impression that I was quite fond of it when it came to greeting him, so I thought it would be great if he wrote it. But I'm not sure what size Eastern representatives manage. It doesn't exist at hand with such materials.

"Really? I would like to check the prerequisites first because I do not know what the matter is. With regard to the reports provided to the Walanica side, we understand that all the decision-makers will be in the name of the Director of the Western Jurisdiction and their terms of reference, but we do not know in what way they subdivide and manage them as an organization. First of all, the Eastern side..."

I've checked my title and authority like that, but honestly, this kid doesn't have that strong authority. The eastern side in this case seems to be the eastern side of Varanica, the organization that manages 30% of the dubteers. Since "Lisatia" was officially inaugurated, they started using our warehouse district to come and go with inventory on the Dubtia and Walanica sides, so they included "Lisatia" all the way to the East, but not that big if you try it on a scale. Viscount territory. Five or six minutes. Is there a big town or not? Do you have twenty small towns? Moreover, a representative in this case does not mean a representative of a representative director, but only a representative. This child does not have jurisdiction over the East. I'm just saying that I'm strictly a member of a council with jurisdiction.

I don't know what to talk about. What am I supposed to tell people who aren't even the ones to talk to?

"Mr. Rumant, I understand your position. On top of that, I have a question, what I received this time was a request for an interview. It's not a petition. I suppose it is somewhat disingenuous to demand from a lord who has been given autonomy by His Majesty the King, who has the kingdom."

Lords are busy too, so I want to adjust for annoying things. If they want to see each other, it's the same style as asking them to drink our request. It's purely troublesome if you're asked to do it unilaterally, and it's not about the Alliance telling you that you have to make demands.

"If you shield the king, do you think we'll pull it off?

We should have had an extremely normal conversation, but the subtle answers come back, nature and neck tilt.

"Pull or nothing, it's a request for a meeting, isn't it? Besides, what was stated in the letter was that you wanted to say hello. What are you talking about?"

When I ask him that, I think he laughed with his nose like he made a fool out of people all the time, and he raises his neck.

"In this realm, we may be secretly mining salt. Request clear answers and compensation in the matter"

I don't know. I wonder what this kid is talking about. A mark that fits in my head flies over too many words.

"Uh... What are you talking about?

"A survey was carried out in relation to this town and the towns around Varanica, but the purchase of salt has declined. Also with regard to this town, the purchase volume dropped significantly from some time after construction. This town would be a town opened to mine salt!!

I really don't know what the suspicion is. Even looking at Liz is pompous. Yeah, I want to be pompous, too.

"... I don't remember anything at all, but if you have any proof, please submit it. The argument comes from that. Can you pick it up?

I smiled and decided to chase him back.

but I'm not leaving. I don't have any evidence, but I have trouble because they talk about it in such a way that they would be doing something wrong. I'm saying I'll do something with the power of the salt guild, but I don't make that part clear either, so I have trouble dealing with it. With regard to salt guilds, I can't be very unscrupulous because I have authority as an guild. Would it delay the distribution of salt precisely? And now it's possible to deal with it. Even if distribution at the national level is not possible, more facilities will allow us to fall apart into the territories involved in Rothschild. The distribution has to be seen this way, so the cheap part disappears, rather than without it. That's why I don't even know what I'm being asked to do anymore, I'm in trouble and I'm just going to listen to you for a long time in a one-on-one situation. About another hour or so from the greeting, listening to this bullshit and it's already the limit, I try to get up thinking about exercising my strengths, and I hear a knock in the reception room. Asked, he was visited by the Director of the Western Jurisdiction. Did the person who said he was going to be late come... If you want to be told the same thing on this, you can cut it, but when you calm down, the front roommate looks blue.

Now, when I wonder where the momentum has gone until earlier, the sound of a knock sounds again.

"Nice to meet you, Viscount. This is Garden, director of the Western Jurisdiction of the Salt Guild. It's a pleasure to meet you."

About thirty. A man greets me with kindness. Is it the lean death that makes you feel long but not intimidated? Oh, finally there's someone decent. When you think you can talk properly about this, Gaulden once turns to the table.

"Rumant... why are you there?

As soon as Garden groaned with a cold voice just wondering where the gentleness had gone earlier, his shrunken back moved frighteningly and his girdle and roommate looked back as if turning a rusty screw.

"Garden...... this is..."

Well, what the hell. I look at Liz, but Liz also shakes her head plumply. Right?