That's right. Mr. Cecil is working very quickly. By the next day, he had already put the contract together and even signed it.
Anything, he said that a lump sum payment in cash cost me about 10% more than planned.
Ast 58 million from the amount that was to be paid to Mr. Bados and Ast 20 million per person came back.
Regardless of your intentions, I can be honest and very fond of you, even though there would have been some deception for the price.
We have a letter from Mr. Bados delivered early to the farm, and we hire four escorts in the city to take the carriage to the farm.
The wool I had loaded in Mr. Cecil's carriage seemed to have sold, so I decided to have it loaded with food instead.
Buying food to go to the farm is a weird story, but Slan farms seem to mainly make commodity crops, so they buy and bring in everyday food in the city.
By the way, they say security isn't bad around here, but it's the wolves and Wyburn that get out ahead that have a lot of escorts.
Wyburn wanted to see quite a bit of it, but he said he'd finally get rid of it with four B-class adventurers, and it seemed like the best he could do was hire three C-class for one B-class, plus only a C-class liner to get away with it, and pray he doesn't turn around and come out. Safety comes first.
Of Mr. Cecil's offerings, the man says he does some martial arts at once, but he's an adventurer, equivalent to a D-grade, and it doesn't count. Of course I don't count either.
Most importantly, Wyburn rarely shows up, and we were able to get to the farm safely. Slan farms are more orchards than farms, and as far as the slopes of the mountains are concerned, trees are planted neatly.
Eight people were waiting for us at the entrance to the farm, headed by a grandfather scared of his face...
Discussions just started in the farm cafeteria, but the atmosphere that was tingling at first also turned into a very calm response where Cecil responded politely to you as a former minister of the Viscount Branch and showed you 200 million astols as a contribution to the migration, giving you a great deal of wine and dried grapes from the farm and welcoming you.
Mr. Bados, it seems you didn't want... but I can't help it.
When I heard a lot from people who said they were farm employees, three out of eight were women, and the couple had two pairs and their children. They say there's one grandfather generation.
I have two other little kids, and they seem to have 10 people on the farm in total.
It seems that the merchants who carry the goods to Wang Du are just returning, and they will all have them.
Drinking alcohol, my grandfather and I are asked about the martial arts that defeated Wyburn for the three of us, and the pride in the taste of wine. Me and my sister and Nina had it grape juice, though.
Mr. Cecil had been good at guiding the conversation and getting the information he needed.
There are 103 elves on this farm now, half of whom were collected 40 years ago when this farm was opened.
The rest was bought in turn as the farm expanded, he said. They had brought slaves bought at the slave market on their way back to Wang Du.
Unlike mines, there is little wear and tear, and it seems that only one person who has died in the last decade has been involved in Wyburn raids. People in the village of Lynne are likely to live with this.
We'll be the only ones looking for it.
Otherwise, they plant wine, olive cultivation, and squeezer operation in the elves, so you can leave it to them. They say brewing wine has a little trick, and someone from Ms Cecil's lady is going to teach it.
Apparently, this farm was opened for Mr. Bados' father, who was originally the Viscount's third son. But instead of "for" in a favorable sense, he chose as far away as possible to open it to keep his brother away, who was better than his brother.
Initially, therefore, Mr. Bados was not allowed to leave the land, and for the first time since his father died, he was allowed to move to the tread.
Still around not Viscount territory, the roots seem deep.
'I can't help but hate this place,' my grandfather said with a slightly lonely look...
If you thought there was a potpound in a despicable (heppy) place with no village around you, it was like a place to hang people. I just have a little sympathy for Mr. Bados.
That's how the feast lasted until late, and the farm folks started packing their bags the next day, and on the second morning they traveled to the tread.
He sees Mr. Bados once and says he probably doesn't need it anymore, so he's going to start a new life somewhere based on the money he gets.
Everyone's expression is refreshing because it was a subordinate relationship with little connection just to go deliver the money. Looks like the takeover was done without rotting.
The farm that we both owned was renamed "Listella Farm", and we will quickly proceed to confirm all kinds of...
Continental calendar, September 19, 419.
0.11% progress towards continental reunification at the moment (based in the village of Lynne's hometown - currently deserted) (Parklen mine ownership - 3974 elves) (Listella farm ownership - 103 elves)
Asset holdings 357 million (+76.5 million)
Distributed Lynne (Elf's Archer) Rhina (Adventurer) Lena (Elf's Textiler) Ceres (Elf's Woodworker) Listella (Hired Store Manager) Lucrea (Elf's Pharmacist) Nina (Liberation Slave)