Kujonin

Return to the inn and work out measures for government officials.

If you only plead, you can do it with a monster.

Remi wrote on the beautiful parchment with the excuses, "The southern lord rarely looks at the material," as an excuse. As a matter of fact, it doesn't always go according to plan, and I would like to apply for a lot of money, considering that it will fail.

"Amount of food ...?"

Something got stuck in me.

"Is it something strange?"

"I'm overlooking something ... no, nothing."

Eventually, I couldn't tell what was caught at this time.

"The food can be chopped and kneaded."

Chocolate is a cereal similar to corn and is often eaten in Great Plains.

"I think it is good"

"Growing chokro in the field near the waterway, buying early food, you need a fair amount."

"I agree"

Creating a fish pond was a matter of course because it had to be operated and costly. Apparently, I only had personnel in mind.

Once you have written the details, dry the ink and take it immediately to the government office.

The day was already high, and there was a line in front of the government office.

We lined up at the end and kept waiting. The government officials are at the counter and are working in turn.

After about an hour, the turn was finally over. We explained the fishpond while showing documents such as plans to a scaled beastman staff.

"Which race do this?"

"Race?"

The staff was a reptile-type beastman.

"Isn't the tribe irrelevant? Everyone is a water hero or a water spirit."

Remi explained.

"It doesn't matter if you're a water hero, because tribes without scales will soon get sick in the water. Hiring a Newt or Turtle in such a water-related plan would definitely be better."

Does the disease in the water refer to athlete's foot?

Either way, it looks like a fairly biased staff.

"Race discrimination? Even a tribe of scales may have mold on the scales."

"Why do you guys work in such an environment where mold grows on your body !?

"Wait a second!"

"Okay! It's not just you who bring your petition! How many people are waiting !?"

At the point where the staff pointed, people were gazing at this line.

"Retreat! Please go to the next one!"

Remi and I had to leave the office.

"It's racial discrimination to come here ..."

Remi exclaimed.

I heard that there was beast discrimination, but I didn't think it was so explicit.

"But I won't give up! I've come all the way to the capital!"

Remi is positive.

"That's right. It seems that all the officials were not just beasts with scales, and the response may change if we do not hit today's people."

"Yes!"

We went into the set meal shop to get some energy and ate a meaty set meal.

Both were not so young that they leaned tightly.

Back at the inn, he reviewed the plan and predicted how much impact the south would have when the fishpond and waterway were completed. If the canal is well maintained by the waterway, it alone will increase food reserves. Of course, I don't think everyone in the south will be able to survive the rainy season, but with a model case of success, there's the potential for expansion. There is no need to work in the poor northern environment during the rainy season.

I and Remi forgot about dinner and came up with a plan. We thought about ways to create demand by making specialty products such as kamaboko and chikuwa, but we decided to hit it.

In the end, I wrote a plan that was as puny as possible without any plans for staff to bite.

I decided to go to the government office tomorrow and go to bed early.

The next morning, there was a middle-aged man cleaning the day before.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning. You came today too?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, can I help?"

"Oh, of course."

Honestly, there is no worry. I intend to write a proper plan, but I often overlook it.

"Isn't it working?"

A middle-aged man was talking with a clean face on the ground with a clean face.

"That's right. Yesterday I came at noon, but I couldn't get a petition or plan ..."

"Because they're hard-headed. That's okay?

When asked by a middle-aged man, when he saw Remi sitting on a bench in front of the government office, he held his stomach and looked ill.

"Remi! Are you okay?"

"Naoki ... I'm hungry ..."

"Oh, I forgot! I didn't eat dinner yesterday."

I rushed out of the item bag and served the dishes that Seth and Melmo made and spread them out on the bench.

"Ah, do you eat?"

A middle-aged man was looking at me and invited me. At first he was hesitant, but he was caught by the smell. The dish is a large bread, shaped like a dumpling, with meat and vegetable soup inside. The soup is warm and very delicious.

"It's delicious! I'd love to meet and cook with the person who cooked it!"

"If you say that, they will be pleased."

"Are you always eating like this?"

"Well, roughly."

"I'm enviable."

"I see, ha ha."

"It's a great idea! It's not soaking the soup in the bread, but putting it inside ... ah, rude, I'm excited when it comes to rice."

"No, you're a cook?"

"Well, I wanted to be a cook, but I couldn't. I'm ashamed. Sassa. Sassia Tiago."

A middle-aged man introduced himself and shook hands.

"I'm Naoki. Naoki Komuro."

"Remi"

"Is there something good to get up early?"

After that, when I asked Sassa about the delicious dining room of the royal capital and the Colosseum, the staff came to work.

Sassa left while thanking.

The morning staff is a tough race,

"Who are these people in the southern cave people? Why are they using the inexperienced? Why not use slaves, waste money, and do business in the south in the first place. There's very little. I don't think it works. "

And rejected.

Protests that "past southern public works have nothing to do with themselves" were not heard.

"Let's take a rest today?"

Remi wants to rest her head a little.

"Yes, why not go sightseeing?"

"Good!"

Remi, who was depressed, got a little better.

One of the thieves I met last time fell on the road as I was looking around landmarks, such as a fountain and a large warrior statue.

"Release! There's no next!"

The guards were screaming from the post.

The thief has worn out his clothes and his face is bumpy. His arms also seemed broken.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Even though it was a thief, it wasn't enough, so I called out.

"You are! Come on!"

The thief seems to be short-mouthed.

"Go to the church and heal me."

I passed by the thief.

"Uruse ..."

The thief stood up with his hands on the wall of the house, and started walking to the other side of us.

"Naoki-kun. Injuries cannot be cured in churches."

"Why? Why church monks can use recovery magic?"

"Ah, uh, did you mention that the church is a bard guild?"

"Yes, but there is only one monk?"

"The monk can't always use the healing magic. In the past, the people of the Stars sometimes healed them, because today's bards can only sing songs ..."

what's that. Is this country okay?

"So what if you get injured?"

"You have to buy a remedy at a pharmacy or search for and find a medicinal herb. Both are tough."

Are you serious. It is better to make a clinic before making a fish pond.

"Hey, paint this!"

I took out the type of healing medicine from the item bag and threw it at the thief.

The thief took me healing medicine and looked at me, but finally left because it seemed messy to get involved.

We headed for the Coliseum, remembering what Sassa was saying.

He seems to be doing a theater-like thing that recreates the war of the past, not just killing people. It was basically an end to fighting, and the spectators who used dirty hands were killed by spectators saying "guilty!" They say that if you are strong, you will be scouted by the army, and if you are weak, there is a spirit in the Colosseum of the royal city that you should be stronger. It was different from the Coliseum I had imagined.

As we approached the Coliseum, we arrived in a square where slaves were normally sold.

The slaves were chained and almost naked.

Some were muscular and some were female.

Although it is actually rooted in culture, it is not very interesting to see. Even if you buy it, you have to take responsibility until you find a job.

He is paying money at the entrance of the Coliseum.

At the amphitheater, the performance of the second generation of water hero, who faced the Demon King's army, was being shown.

I didn't understand it because I watched it halfway, but the audience was so excited that it would be an interesting performance.

However, there was a happening where the demon bites in the role of the water hero who should have defeated the Demon King, and it turned into a hell picture as if the whole of the amphitheater fell to the bottom of fear at a stretch.

Immediately, the warrior, who was waiting, defeated the demon, and the hero was rescued. I don't know if the happening was a directing, but the audience was often stooped and incontinent, and applause was sparse.

Remi-san and I smelled, and it was somewhat white, so I decided to leave the Coliseum.

As I was leaving the ammonia smelling auditorium and heading to the Coliseum exit, I noticed that I was.

"Ammonia!"

"What ?! What?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm an idiot. Remi-san, the food for the fish pond may not be necessary."

"e!?"

"Isn't there a sludge? Oh, what are you doing?"

I and Remi rushed home.

Remove the communication bag from the item bag and contact Versa.

"Bersa"

"What happened? Naoki

"The important thing was to create an environment."

"Huh? I also said something strange. '

"I don't know well because I heard it from people, but when I think about it, both the aquatic plants and the sludge are connected. Really, the ancient people are too smart and I do not understand the meaning!"

"I don't know what Naoki is saying! 』

"Nitrogen. Nitrogen."

"Chisso? what is that? 』