Kuro no Senki (LN)

At the beginning of October, the levy, the first of its kind since Chrono became Lord of the Marquis of Elakis, also had the effect of significant tax cuts, which ended without farmers unable to pay taxes selling their daughters to slave traders or causing rebellion.

Rural inhabitants take only a short break until they sprinkle the seeds of winter wheat, and in the city, seasonally sensitive inhabitants are beginning to support the winter.

At the Marquis Elakis residence, a stormy closing procedure had come to a paragraph, the results of which had become three books of reports, reaching the desk of Chrono in the office.

The first street was through, but Chrono opened his income report again.

The income report shows taxes collected for each village… alongside estimates of yields, actual yields, conversion rates for crops net of fees, and finally the amount.

When collecting taxes from the city, you have to compare them with household registries and documents, but when collecting taxes from the countryside, you have to go through at least three stages.

First, the tax collector will circle the villages by the beginning of July to estimate the expected harvest.

Tax collectors go around the villages again by the time they finish the harvest, pick up a fixed percentage of the crop, and finally the merchant buys the crop, which is finally put away by the lord as a currency… tax.

Some tax collectors report to their lords that they had fewer actual gains than quoted.

Some to save the plight of peasants gasping at the murder, while others to put the difference in their own nostalgia.

I guess trying to fit it in currency would save her time, but Chrono poked a cheek wand at her desk and stared at Elena in such a way as exhausted.

"Elena, give me your report."

"The total income of the Marquis Elakis is 65,000 gold coins. The bandits you put in your men were supposed to get a thousand fewer because they complained that the yield estimate was too high... the slave traders who are making a lot of money because of your measures are paying taxes on a thousand gold coins, so the deduction is zero."

Elena looked disgusted and said with a voice attacking Chrono.

"You should think you're doing a serious job."

"You mean the bandits? Or are you talking about a slave trader who sold 10,000 pieces of gold for slaves in just one month?

"... Kane and the others."

Chrono answered a sigh of sigh to Elena, who said deliberately.

Tax collectors in the Marquis of Elakis are Tilia's men, but Chrono doesn't fully trust them.

That's why he had Kane and his men, familiar with rural life, monitor him in the name of his escort.

Chrono's second report...... when we get the revenue and expenditure report for a paper workshop that was just fully operational a week ago,

"Thirty-five thousand pieces of paper sold to the Pics Chamber of Commerce in a week, seventeen gold coins and ten silver coins in sales… minus seven labor costs, the profit is ten gold coins and ten silver coins."

Elena explained to take control of the front desk.

"I was worried because I hired ten more people than I planned, but I haven't had any trouble, and I don't think I need to worry about this for this minute"

The number of workers working in the paper factory is twenty, all residents of the Poverty Salvation Home.

Chrono thought it would be enough to make paper if there were ten of them, but when Goldie checked on the mock line, she found that she couldn't get around to sourcing materials… collecting trees and collecting ash… and expanded the hiring frame.

"You're not very happy, are you?

"There's no cost of materials right now. The joy is that the trees have been cultivated successfully... since the second paper factory was built."

"It's a long and careful story."

When Chrono said, Elena sighed like she was frightened.

Tree cultivation is a preparation for depletion of resources.

According to Goldie, the trees that make up the paper ingredients are native all over the Marquis Elakis territory, but if you use as much as five hundred kilograms a day, you shouldn't be able to collect them in the not far future.

"If we can't stabilize the ingredients and secure them, we won't be able to build them as an industry, and if we cut the trees, we'll feel like they're going to get cocky in unexpected places."

"Are you actually very worried?

"... for the price of"

"Heh, heh, yeah"

Instead of believing, Elena even let her contempt seep in and stare at Chrono.

"Anything to complain about?

"A lot, but I'm not going to say it here."

Finally, Chrono took next year...... the draft budget after next month.

"As I said earlier, this year's total income will be 65,000 gold coins, 21,000 carry-overs, and next year's budget will be 81,500 gold coins..."

You couldn't memorize everything in the boulder, Elena walked over to Chrono and peered into the draft budget.

"I'm convinced you've increased the cost of running the hospital, as well as your donation to The Loess Temple, but do you really need to repair the fortress or build a new barracks? As a precaution, building a new barracks won't bring your budget down from the Empire."

"I know about that."

This is still an imperial soldier, but Chrono poked his cheek wand.

Imperial servicemen are paid by the state for their salaries and equipment and are also guaranteed a minimum subsistence in the form of barracks.

In fact, the commander... is mostly torn from the military expenses paid to... the lord of the land where the army is stationed, but as far as overbearing himself, the commander is allowed a great deal of discretion.

"I don't mind you flattering the suburbs, but isn't it too flattering to make them new to the barracks?

As Chrono grinned thinly, Elena turned bright red and leaned down.

"I'm not being fragrant, I'm part of a utility. I hope Marquis Elakis returns the taxes he sucked up to the inhabitants so that they can finally earn extra money for farmers who don't have jobs in the winter."

Chrono exhaled and deposited his weight on his back.

"If that's what you're gonna say, I'm not gonna say anything anymore. Unfortunately, that's all."

"Good day, you can rest today"

As Chrono smiled, Elena pointed her lips dissatisfied.

"... that's all?

"That's all."

Elena turned bright red in her face and looked down at Chrono.

"So... Huh!

The next moment Elena opened her mouth, the office door was knocked modestly.

"You can come in."

"... Sir, I beg your pardon"

Softly the maid-headed Alyssa... is Alison's mother who has returned from sick care... enters the room.

"Dear Sion and the village chief are waiting for you in the conference room"

"Okay, I get it."

Chrono gently slapped Elena's shoulder staring at Alyssa resentfully, whispering small in her ear.

"Next thing you know, when you come to your room, you're not stupid! You pervert! And die! Die for real!

With Elena's curse on her back, Krono left the office behind.

"Sir, over here"

I don't need guidance, but Alyssa led me, and Chrono headed to the waiting room for Scion and the village chiefs.

"Why did you put me on the maid's head?

Alyssa slowed her gait just a little, squeaking like a pompous, solitary voice.

I just want you to ignore me if you answer me.

"Because I didn't have any experience with maids"

"Is that all?

Alyssa stopped on the dance floor of the stairs and stared at Chrono over her shoulder.

"A little sympathy, too"

"I'm relieved"

Alyssa walked out again and Chrono followed it.

Did they think you had a lower heart? and Chrono looked behind Alyssa wrapped in an apron dress.

Why do you feel the colour fragrance when you just tie it up tightly with your hair and wear an apron dress?

With that in mind, Alyssa stopped in front of the door.

I hear you blurring through the door.

"Sir, may I?

"Anytime, go ahead"

When Alyssa opened the door, the blurring that was filling the meeting room turned to silence.

Chrono took his seat in the gaze of Theon and the village chiefs.

"Mr. Theon, how far is the explanation?

"has just explained that, yes, Clover will restore the local power of the field"

"Ah, I see."

When Krono stared at the village chiefs, they gave a uniformly frightened look.

Perhaps they couldn't believe Zion's words and said one of the complaints.

So that passes from Scion to Chrono, afraid to buy an unhappiness.

No one wants to piss off the lord who drastically reduced taxes and corrected the tax collector's quote.

"That's why you want clovers grown on fallow land. Of course, it's not like we're going to do it on all the arable land. At first it is 10% of the arable land, and when it fails… if it is less than 20% from the average harvest in the last five years, the tax for that arable land shall be exempt"

As he hid his face with his assembled hands, Krono gazed at the complexion of the village chiefs.

"... I'd be happy to run for it if I could"

"Well, we are."

With that said, it was the old man I knew raised his hand...... he was the elder of the village at the foot of the fort that the bandits were rooting for.

"Then it's settled. Don't forget to collect clover seeds because I'll buy them out...... next time about making them next year. Theon from here on out, say hello."

"Yes, I understand."

Leaving everything to Scion, Krono watched the conference go on.

All the while, this agenda is about making.

Around here, there is a three-plowed farming method that rotates cultivated land in three parts, and it is up to the village to decide what to make, but when viewed throughout the territory, there is a bias in the type of crop.

While eliminating this bias, it is the purpose of the conference to solve the problems that are going on in the villages or to share knowledge.

Occasionally, there were occasions when words stuck, but Zion made the meeting go ahead without difficulty.

"Oh, that Master Chrono... would you like to finish the meeting?

"Roger... Alyssa, arrange a carriage to get the village chiefs to the village"

"Yes, sir. Mayors, please wait in the courtyard."

When Alyssa left the room, the village chiefs also left the conference room.

All that remained were Chrono and Zion.

"Ha ha, I'm nervous"

"Good luck"

Exhaled, Theon rounded his back.

"... you didn't even listen to me when my father and I were together"

You remembered the old days, Theon pointed his lips like a rotten one.

"Sounds like you couldn't grow beet."

"I also explained that it's going to be a sugar ingredient, because you have to dig up the soil deeply, and it's going to take a lot of work to get fertilizer."

"Quick, I'd like to produce a lot of sugar."

Arming after his head, Chrono looked up at the ceiling.

The beet harvested from the fields of Scion was just over three hundred kilograms, from which fifty kilograms of sugar could be refined, but too much is enough to trade.

"... Now I'm challenging you to grow trees that will be paper ingredients, shall we add more manpower and also grow beet?

"Yes, is that good?

Theon rode himself out and stuffed him in Chrono.

"Except that you don't sell the beet you harvest except me. You can use compost made to grow trees, or you can use it if you talk to Goldie when you need ash. Use the extracted sugar squeeze as a feed."

"Oh, thank you! I think this will reward my father too!

Theon took Chrono's hand and knelt to pray.

Let's go check on the slave market, too, and Chrono went outside the Marquis Mansion.

From the newly built paper workshop, the hot air of boiling wood skins rises, and the sound of hammers hitting Khan, Khan and the Marquis Mansion, which are becoming specialties.

"More, bissi! Bishi! and wave down the wooden sword!

Seeing those who spoke, Faye was teaching swordsmanship to three children in the corner of the Marquis Mansion. One of the three seems to be a girl and unmotivated.

"Faye, weren't you off today?

"Ha, Master Chrono!

As Chrono approached him and hung his voice, Faye stretched his spine as if even a stick had penetrated him.

"It's where I was brushing my horse, because these kids asked me to teach them swordsmanship, so it's where I teach!

"I see."

Faye was even trying to be held by Chrono, who he didn't even love to rebuild the Mullifine family, but he doesn't seem to be scorning anything else.

"In the future, we will take it up with ministers when we rebuild the Mullifine family! Until then, I want Master Chrono to live and to remain a good heir!

"... when you have children, you mean used?

"That's what a noble life is all about!

Don't hang up like salmon for the rest of your life, Krono looked up to heaven.

"I think I'll take a little more tour"

"You guys keep swinging!

As he lowered his back to the crate that was nearby, Faye moved next to Chrono like a deputy.

"... Kane told me about your work."

"Also, was there a problem?

"No, he praised me for being serious."

Newcomers are too serious to sleep with! Kane said, but it would be a euphemistic compliment.

"Good for you, sir."

"Then... my previous boss wrote to me."

Big Faye only strengthens his body for a moment.

"Hey, what did it say?

"Mm-hmm, same as before"

It costs a small amount to deliver one letter, but I have to say it's pathological to keep sending it every two weeks.

"Did you do something to my previous boss? He strangled me during training and tried to kill me, or he bobbed me with a wooden sword during training."

"I just refused to be your mistress."

"You're narrow minded."

By the way, Chrono believed a word in "It's a handful," and got bogged down, but doesn't feel like sheltering Faye's former boss.

"I thought it would be rude to keep ignoring him too much, so I wrote him back in the letter saying 'Faye is a serious good boy'"

"… I am older than Master Chrono"

Maybe he hated me because I was too serious, and Chrono stared at Faye with a flashing look on his face.

"I knew you didn't understand."

"When you practice swordsmanship, you call it a master!

Faye yelled at the cutting edge of the wooden sword as the boy stopped swinging barely and clasped his shoulders aloft.

"... you don't understand my master"

"What do you not understand?

You thought you were being fooled, Faye upside down Willow Eyebrow uncomfortably.

"Master Krono has sheltered his master, so we must thank him properly."

"I am older than Master Chrono and I am a knight! You can't look past the 'Chan' call!

"Master Chrono is not my sister... he's better than my master, so I have to flush him properly. He's got to watch out for the guy who's got to watch out."

To Faye, who vomits the truth, the boy told the theory he had developed in the life of a stray child.

……

There was a verse in mind, Faye listened to the boy and shut up.

About five minutes, the boy spoke his theory.

"Dear Chrono, shouldn't I have flushed it?

After listening, Faye asked Chrono how he had been beaten down.

"I don't care, but I guess someone does."

"Ku, Master Chrono told me he didn't care!

"I knew your master didn't understand."

Saying as Faye proudly won, the boy said as he waved his index finger to the left and right.

"Okay, gamble."

Leaving Faye and the children on the spot, Krono went for the commercial district while stopping by.

It seems rumors are whispering among gentlemen who want daily healing that if they want to hold a five-body satisfied slave and a non-sick whore, they can go to the Marquis territory of Elakis.

I wonder if this is also called reputational damage, and Chrono poked his cheek cane on the couch and looked at the slave market.

The sex slave girl was walking on the edge of the stage just like when she bought Elena.

I'm wearing a clean cloth braid compared to that time, and there are no signs of violence.

The seats are full, and the guests are as busy as ever.

The sex slave girl stood in the center of the stage,

"Wow, my name is Maria. I was born and raised in the countryside, so there was no learning, but now I can read and write easily."

I spoke to the customer with a nervous face.

"... I was wondering if I would ever come again"

"I don't really want to come, but I need to make sure with my own eyes"

Chrono shed Miles' sarcasm and chewed up beans that had become bitter bugs with his back teeth.

"The slave market seems to be thriving."

"It keeps selling out, so much so that we talk about holding the slave market twice a week. Of course, I won't because that would inevitably reduce the quality."

"Teaching letters is also part of improving quality?

"Oh, did you know"

When Chrono said sarcasm with his bitter face, Miles grinned as impressed.

"If a customer wants a healthy slave, and that's the minimum condition, he has to add more value to the quantity preference, and if he's healthy and the quantity preference is the minimum condition. Occasionally, that's what it was all about this time."

"You don't need a special gift to learn letters."

"Thirty gold coins!

"Thirty-two!

"Thirty-five!

Watching the girl's price jump, Chrono dampened her lips with water.

"Fifty gold coins!

"Who can value more than fifty sheets?... You're not here, it's a bid!

The moderator had the quality assurance certificate gripped by the sex slave girl and handed it over to the successful bidder.

The Quality Assurance Certificate specifies the results of the doctor's diagnosis and the fact that he is a virgin.

This is also part of a service started by slave traders to increase sales.

As a result of the exceptional improvement in the treatment of slaves as a result of Chrono's measures, the slave trade has become active, bringing enormous profits to the territory of the slave traders and the Marquis of Elakis.

"I don't know about the others, but my whorehouse is growing sales well thanks to Master Chrono. It's a slight increase, a repeat slight increase."

"I know that too."

"Did you make a difficult face and do something nasty?

When I looked up, a woman stood with a soft grin.

Age may or may not reach Thirty Roads.

Her chest is big and her hips are thin.

He wraps his limbs in a short dress that gives him a slutty vibe.

The dress, which opens wide from the chest to the lower abdomen, is no less exposed than the cloth worn by sex slaves, but it seems to be about a thousand times more gold hung.

"Here, may I?

……

The woman sat on the couch without listening to her reply and crept into the chrono.

"This is better, Marquis Elakis? Rumor has it, you're lovely."

"I hope you don't act like this and introduce yourself properly"

When Chrono blurred, the woman turned around and gave her a pitiful look.

"Oh, you got it."

"I don't understand."

The woman leaned her neck wonderfully,

"How could you pretend to understand?

"If you say nice people or something and you get close, everyone will be on their guard."

The woman is as troubled... she must be in real trouble... she missed her gaze from Chrono.

"Are you an undervalued person?

"I don't think a strange woman could have told me that."

If the woman I had ever approached hadn't had a lower heart, I would have honestly believed it.

The creep and the woman leaked a small, sneaky laugh.

"You're a funny kid."

"Hi...... So, who is it?

"I'm the guild master of the Whore's Guild in the Free City Nation. My favorite grandfathers ordered me to explore you. [M] Surprised?"

"That's not what I meant, I wanted to hear your name."

Oh? And the woman turned her eyes round as if she had been poked at.

"It's Elaine, Elaine Sinner. I'll tell you because it's troublesome to be mistaken, but you're just a civilian, just a nobleman named to foil, just a civilian."

Woman...... Elaine, guild master of the whore guild, had an adorable grin.

"Why are you looking into me?

"Come on? I don't care what you say about the guild master of the whore guild, what you're talking about is running with it. I don't know what my grandfathers are thinking."

"What do you think of Mr. Elaine?

As Chrono asks, Elaine thinks... no, he put his arms together to emphasize his chest.

"Look, you make paper in ways you've never done before... maybe you're just anxious because he's trying to intimidate our own interests? For once, paper production is a secret."

"I see."

How serious is Mr. Elaine? and Chrono tilted his inner neck.

"Hehe, are you thinking?

"I guess it would be somewhat easier if someone like Mr. Elaine could talk to me."

Instead of getting your hands bitten if you do it badly, you're afraid you might get your arms cut off a thousand times.

"I'm expensive."

"Uh, how many of you?

Elaine raised her index finger.

"Ten thousand gold coins...... I don't need to contract you because I run my own whorehouse, do you want me to have at least this much for you? Because of all the connections, it's cheap if you're going to do business."

"Say hello then"

"Yeah, welcome."

Chrono continued his inspection of the slave market while talking to Elaine about no other love.