Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"The black and thin one there is Miss Verga's favorite"

"Ugh!?"

A wild voice coming down from behind.

Heavenly Grass brave man looking back in reflexion as he carried the paperwork - what Yut saw was still thicker legs than Oki's.

If you shift your gaze up in love, your face will be as huge - but crude - as the high ceilings of the Imperial Palace Ebony Circle and the Great Buddha. A giant with as many as a miscellaneous building.

A giant.

Though sometimes different from Minotaur the bull-headed person, the Giants are also new to seeing. I didn't think there was a practical reason for the enormity of the ebony circle.

But in front of the giant looking down on this one, there's no excuse for saying, "For once, it was a football club until middle school..." In the first place, a common perception could not have been gained in the physical part with the giant in front of us - the Bourne Novore.

"You can't be a kid."

"Ugh, wow."

To that giant opponent, Yuut in uniform can only scream.

But that won't be impossible either. Anyway, after being surprised by its greatness, it was pinched and lifted with its fingers as if it were even picking up garbage.

"Well, which is it?"

While capturing parchment over the hallway in the corner of his sight, Yut asks a needless question.

Don't you know "this“ grab the clouds too ”Bourne Novor!

Yut's hair stood upside down with that loud voice, his cheeks trembling like waves with atmospheric vibrations.

In addition, the stinking exhale wraps around your whole body. It is not at the level of discomfort, but it cannot escape its restraint.

"Damn, I didn't know this was happening when the lady from Verga came all the way here to look at me because she said she had surrounded the man"

"I'm not surrounded by anything else..."

"Hmm?"

A sharp gaze like shooting is poured on Yut.

"Is it black and thin? What can you do?

"Now, I'm mostly doing calculations."

"Calculation!

It was a yuut flirting like a swinging canoe between the waves, but the death spirit (aura), the characteristic of a death giant, is not allowed to erupt, which shows that Bourne Novor also takes some account of.

But knowing that wouldn't have been comforting.

With no legs on the ground, I'm definitely reducing my life expectancy just because I'm in conversation with this dead giant. If you buy unhappiness, the commandment will be broken and you will crash to the ground to die.

"I have no idea what Miss Verga thinks... but I don't think you're going to be able to keep her alive."

Somehow they're going to kill me.

How unreasonable.

But all I can say is that Yut is divinely hidden, caught up in a phenomenon for a week.

Lost in the other world of the Brewers, Yut was already accustomed to the expansion of this hand. This is the world, as Verga said.

"You want some?"

Even crash death was still a gentle future.

Bourne Novor doesn't get lost. The head of the dead giant, who is being sent to the county by Verga for summary execution, carries a man who remains pinched into his mouth -

"Prime Minister... I thought I should ask your permission."

- I stopped moving on the words the food emitted.

"Isn't that Miss Verga?

"My boss is Latetal, not me right now"

Yut tries to calmly encourage her to translate by desperately suppressing her nearly trembling voice.

Just like a fox borrowing the authority of a tiger, but now he has no power whatsoever. No, when it comes to power, there is only a connection between the Empress and the Chancellor.

And it's power to say things in this world, no matter what the source.

"Huh. I just didn't give you Verga's lady's name, is that good?"

"Then..."

"In the first place, it seems tense and creepy."

Bornnovol said out in a grumpy manner, throwing Yuut away.

"Knock."

I was spared the fate of being chewed, but the result remains the same.

Floating sensation with frozen spine. Fear that preceded death.

Unconsciously, Yut held his head and circled his whole body. I didn't think that would work out, but I can't possibly give up.

Walls or floors.

Either way, it ends in a clash.

- Fulfilled, its fate was averted just before.

"You can't treat your concubine's things badly."

The red-haired empress speaks reprimand to Bourne Novor, who takes care of his guardian while accepting a visitor's boy in the secret (Sacramento).

Yuut, who remains floating in the universe, can only look at it.

"Lady, stop being such a dick. You're gonna make a woman unhappy."

"If you're going to break yourself in a man, as a woman, it's what you want"

When it comes to height, two people who are more than ten times different make fun of each other.

It was - naturally - the head of the Dead Titans who turned away first.

"Black and thin, work it out! If you grieve Miss Verga, I'll go screw her!

Bournonovol said as he wanted to say, he turned his heel back and went straight away somewhere. Apparently, he really only came to pinpoint Yut.

"Yut, are you okay?

"Thank you."

Yut, supported by something invisible, frees himself from the secret ruins and puts his foot on the ground. While doing so, he conveyed his gratitude in a rough tone because when he used the salutation, he was angry.

"Not at all, my troubled grandfather."

"This one, it didn't stop..."

It's a more troublesome thing to be done with "trouble" trying to kill every person, but the truth is, Yut, too, is already used to it.

When I went to the warehouse materials check as a job, I was about to be eaten with a snack feeling by the guard aug. On that return, he was attacked by a group of goblins, who sucked his precision from the sacubus, which helped him where he was in danger, to the point where he was about to die. I'm on the verge of dying, of course, not out of kindness. Fortunately, I was just not stupid enough to kill a chicken that lays golden eggs.

This has happened many times.

"It's an unpleasant routine..."

Yuut's voice gathering documents with such a grunt had a sense of realism and fatigue.

"Good morning, be great"

To such a yuut, Verga speaks melting from the top of his head.

"Does that require a result…. Yes, it is. A week, no, three days."

"Results?"

"Yes, let me show you the signposts of our empire. Let's make time in three days."

"A signpost? You mean suggest a policy? Well, much--"

That's what I said and shut my mouth.

I don't know if I could live that far, even if three days turned into a week or a month. This is the world.

"Okay. I don't have any prospects yet. I'll do it."

Verga is certainly favorable, but that's all.

Even if you shelter me from rarity now, I don't know what will happen tomorrow.

So, what do we do?

It is decided. I don't want to keep proving my own usefulness.

The evil demigod stared at the side of Yut, so determined, with a smile that seemed satisfied, slutty and still nodding his tongue.

"Newcomer, do this too"

"Oh, yes."

But reality isn't so sweet.

Yuut, who broke up with Verga and returned to a room in the Ebony Circle, was pushed further into his job from the same dark elf colleague as the Chancellor - although I still doubt if I can say so.

Yut, deposited with Sherreylon Latetal, the Chancellor of the Verga Empire, seemed to have been turned down several more steps from there and eventually assigned to a cashier-like department.

So calculate and calculate the figures of the documents coming up from somewhere, and match the figures of the documents with the supplies of the warehouse.

I was doing such a plain job, pale.

At least, while I'm working here, I rarely get hurt by anyone. Even if they pushed someone else's work, its value was immeasurable in this world.

Now Yut is the kind of person who manages to cling to the bottom, and the truth is, there are enough people who are poorer treated and so on to sweep and throw them away.

Where he died, it would only seem to be to the extent that a somewhat convenient human disappeared.

"Is this notebook over..."

In this world without a calculator, calculations depend. The notes I brought from Earth were already overflowing with formulas. In the original world, I've never studied this far.

I mean, I wasn't desperate enough.

And that can be said of the people who have pushed the job.

The information obtained from many materials is equal to a mountain of treasure for those who are willing to crawl up and become them.

For example, in the Verga Empire, human slaves are allowed to farm, but not in absolute numbers.

Rather than that, most human beings are slaves and their descendants brought from other countries.

There were few human beings in the north of the continent where the Verga Empire existed. So what is there, the sub-races with goblins, giants, dark elves and many other evil phases?

A period of confusion in which each race had formed a king and fought for each other. It was the Verga Empire that emerged there and quickly bound them and established them.

And, unfortunately, those races are not suited for authentic labor, such as farming. by hopelessness.

So what are we doing with the shortfall, we take it directly from the extra countries, or we pay for the money we take from the extra countries as well to import it?

It is a situation that is too primitive and can only be described as bankrupt as a country.

Still, we are able to maintain our national statehood because we are losing people because of an impossible invasion. They are invading other countries to feed their people and killing the people they should feed on that course.

Great contradiction.

It is permissible because it is ruled by an empress of absolute charm (charisma) and is thoroughly ruled by powerful things.

Distorted structure.

But that's the way to live.

So convinced, Yut spared while sleeping beside his work - rather than putting together ideas all night.

Three days later.

Yut prepared a number of policy proposals, as Verga told him.

There's just one thing that was unexpected.

"So, do you want me to announce it?"

Ebony Circle, between the thrones.

So to the Empress Verga, if you are going to play it, you will understand.

"Ah, haha..."

But I never imagined it, such as announcing it in front of a line of kings of all races, including Bornnovol.

King Goblin's "great” Cardod boasts a huge body full of giants.

Gangilzoi, a black dwarf chief “black iron beard” with long mustaches and steely muscles that reach beneath his feet.

Sahagin's leader “pale” Azur-Srl, who prints the territorial waters of the Verga Empire.

Wolves, tigers and other forest kings who can follow beast possessions “wandering warriors” burglers.

Some do not show themselves, such as the blood-sucking Marquis Sieg Alto Crewing or Lord Fire Dragon, but you can say that the nobles who started it are all there. In addition, Bornnovol, the head of the Dead Giant, had his body smaller with a magic device (magic item) and clad deeper and deeper.

(I could die, me)

From a height, Yut looks at the grumpy faces of such heavy towns, with a dry laugh.

But I didn't want to escape in wonder.

I just have to do it.

That's the only way to live.

At first glance at Verga smiling at the slut on the throne, Yut opened his mouth broadly.