Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Mainz is still a crystal iron."

The story moves to the Dwarves' inner mainz.

"Totally, we're on track"

"Good...... At first, I wondered what would happen."

"Right. I can still remember Yut's negotiations."

"I was young back then"

Of course, not many years ago, but Yut smudges and crushes.

I even felt angry with the Dwarves, who were secretive, and forcefully proceeded to talk. I guess I didn't care if you said you were going to wait for the doom to be clean.

The result worked, but there are many things to reflect on. I don't know if that's alive now, though.

Thanks to Val.

"I just had a drink."

That's what I say, I'll whisper my throat down.

Valtrude has been out of alcohol since she found out she was pregnant. Doesn't mean I can't live without it, but I guess sometimes I miss it.

Yut feels sorry and loving for such a Valtrude.

Unexpectedly, I want to hug her - unfortunately, she weighed herself only because she wasn't alone.

"The heart of the demand for glass iron is as jewellery and works of art. Dishes with fine workmanship on weapons and protective equipment. Plus, condiments, etc. However, there is also an increasing number of engagements such as sheet glass."

Dal-Lukash says as he lifts his Fox type glasses. If I had acorns, it wouldn't be hard to imagine what I would have been happy about.

The Dade glasses do not come in degrees, but I seem to be concerned about the position. Maybe it's a little bigger.

(No way, I didn't buy a bigger one to make it less natural.)

Impossible.

It's impossible, but I also think it's possible for acorns.

(Well, let's not think deeply)

It was a lovely move. That's good.

"Does it feel like a dwarf craftsman sells from right to left making it on his own?

"As the Lord of Dal-Lukash pointed out. If you glance at sheet glass, one-off crafts are rare"

Valtrude's new sword of love, the Horse Sword of Heaven (White Knight). Its sheath is also a delicacy at the hands of the Mainz craftsmen. If you look at what you can do, you can sell it.

"But the bulb of Light Fire isn't like that."

"In the first place, I can't make a number"

Yut listens as he looks at the details at hand, but Dal-Lukash's response is incomprehensible.

"If science spell education in elementary schools is on track, the story will change. Therefore, Dal-Lukash points out that it will not be overnight"

"So is that..."

"However, five thousand gold coins from initial investments are expected to be recoverable in the current quarter"

"We have also received reports from Chief Miranda that we intend to secure funding for when we set up a fund."

"Fund? What do you mean?"

To the Lord's immediate confirmation, Old Claude answers with his spine stretched out.

However, the contents were difficult to say.

"Whatever, no matter how much you earn, you're going to use it to eat and drink right away."

"... Isn't it just what Yut ideally thinks?

"You seem to be breaking up. That's why I'm in trouble."

It is also a part that is directly linked to artisan motivation and not an issue that regulates it. For the moment, we'll have to leave it to Chief Miranda.

What I can say to Yut is limited.

"But a fund is just fine. Let's run it and have it grow the next one of the bold irons."

"Next?

Surprisingly, Claude asks.

Glass iron products are doing well and supply is not keeping pace with demand. It's in the details that Yut was looking at earlier, but it's a situation where most deals are with the Chamber of Commerce in the Territory. From there, I guess it flows out of the realm, but there is as much demand.

Shouldn't we concentrate our resources now?

But Yut disagreed.

"This kind of thing, because it's too late to prepare after it fades. I guess it's like changing your daily life after you get sick."

"... yes, it is."

Claude admired the wisdom of the Great Mage (Arch Mage) and drowned his head naturally.

The first territories I worshipped as Earl of Istas were all well developed.

With all that money invested, everyone can develop.

It's likely to sound like that, but it goes hand in hand with the behavior of the Yuts, who exorcised pirates and showed the usefulness of bold iron. With the power of gold alone, we didn't do anything about it.

In that sense, it would be the city of Falve that could not even lay the foundations for development without the Yuts.

"There is no striking industry in this falve"

"Well, that's true."

Yut nodded lightly at the forefront of Dal-Lukash. At best, it would be to the extent of horse training, but it's basically a ranch for carriage railroads, so it's not something to put up for sale either.

"But it is becoming a relay point for sending supplies from the Wang capital to Mainz and Hardenturm, a city that feeds the people serving the Istas and their families"

If people get together, that's all we can do about business.

The artificial city of Falve also seemed to be at the tip of turning the economy around as a place of consumption.

"In addition, we are planning to increase the number of visitors from outside,"

"Tourism."

"Tourism? It must be a pilgrimage. I'm telling you, there's so much to see."

"Right...... Well, it's too early to travel in entertainment..."

Even on a pilgrimage journey, it doesn't change that you drop me money.

Besides, it would be essentially the same as tourism, just to say pilgrimage because the attractions are related to God.

"It's a hot spring when it comes to travel, isn't it? If I dig, I don't know if I'll come out."

Having heard that, Valtrude distorts its beauty, even if it had a bad feeling. But I didn't say anything to put it into words, wondering if I was too worried.

Instead, write something on the paper at hand.

"In the meantime, Falve is doing well too"

"If you put that together, there's not much land that's not doing well"

The Dragon Man of Kera Forest (Draconut) is also getting along well. Oriental, which was an antenna shop, is also being accepted, and plans are being made to put out branches, he said.

The production of miso, soy sauce, rice and paper is also at the end of the prototyping phase and can be flown to the market.

"To what extent can the rest be accepted…"

"I like rice, miso and soy sauce."

"So next time, shall we do it at a tasting event? If Val was eating it looking delicious, everyone would care to eat it too"

"Ugh. Why don't we do it"

There seemed to be a grid, but the appetite seemed to have surpassed it. The spread of Japanese-style ingredients is no longer as promised.

On the other hand, it was the city of Rotonia, which is renting part of the Kingdom of the Chronica God, which is close to being put on hold.

"Is that it? I thought it would still take a while to finish the city and the streets."

"That's what we're getting reports that the work for the Cronican kingdom is coming to an end."

"Huh?"

"Perhaps piercing was done to welcome the hero who fulfilled the Solar God's quest"

"Soon, will you be a general contractor..."

Apparently, it's the stage where Yut just scrapes the mountains and passes the carriage railroad.

As planned, but I didn't feel pressured when I was forced to do so. How much do you want to invite? Outreach, maybe he hasn't given up on certifying Falv as a Kanto yet.

But there's also a trade in crude oil, and I can't even grab it.

"Well, let's schedule that and get it over with."

"I'd appreciate it if you could do that. Not yet published, but to the Duke, this is to be announced soon, because the birth of the heir to the Lord's birth and the festival are being discouraged."

"... I'm glad you and Arcia were married to Jimi!

I myself wonder what plain is about that, but it will be relative.

Thus, the lengthy lecture on the state of territorial management was concluded.

The greatly stretched Yuut speaks the words of labor to Old Claude and Dal-Lukash and moves under Val.

"No, Val. Seems like he was writing something earlier."

"Uhm. I was putting the gist together so you could forget"

"I don't know if it's a premise to forget... Huh? What does it say?

Valtrude said he had left a note on the paper at hand, remembering what he had heard.

That's good.

But.

The note had no idea what it said. It's not that the letters are dirty and illegible. The letters themselves are incomprehensible. Letters that cannot even be read by Yuut, who gained the ability to translate, as the world moves. That could only be called a cipher.

"Mm-hmm. It was better to read, but I forgot how to write characters other than names while I wasn't using them for a while."

"So, this letter..."

"Made it myself"

grand. And proudly, Valtrude ran out of words.

Old Claude's movement, which was about to exit, stops as well as Yut.

Not so much a cipher as a big deal.

If you translate Valtrude's notes, it's just a simple line of words as follows:

Full of muggings.

Why is it still there?

Not much for Yutren. And Jonah.

Warwolf Bullshit.

Booey, good.

Why is it full?

[]/(v5s, vt) (uk) to pretend/to pretend/to pretend/to pretend/

But Yut turned around and impressed me.

"Genius..."

If you can't remember the letters - I forgot them - then you can make a letter that you know for yourself. Normally, I wouldn't think of that idea.

All I can say is it's amazing.

Dal-Lukash stares silently at the bewildered Lord.

For those inorganic eyes that didn't reflect that light - it's impossible by nature - those emotions were there.