Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

20 Aug 7449

Ralpha and Guine both left Weed together.

It was in the early morning when the morning sun rose and not an hour later.

The Ralphas had arrived in Weed at the end of last month, where they were divided between those heading south of the territory, starting with Bell, and those heading to Beglitz, led by former members of the Purgatory Flame (Gehenna Flair).

Troop formation (partisation), which was used by the central members of the Killers (Slaughters), has also been lifted with Ralpha and the others' arrival at Weed.

You should be thankful that you have looked at the safety of the Second Battalion until critical, prepared for inconvenience, for a long time since the number of orders that can be given within troop formation (partisation) has also reached zero.

I guess Al will call back at the end of the year when he goes to King's Capital.

There's a reason Ralpha stayed in Weed for about four weeks.

As part of the nobility that governs the city, we have to greet and dine with our servants and the city's leading men, because considerable time was taken to show our faces to the slaves owned by the Baron Firefrid family.

In addition, it was necessary to take a look around the pits and farmland owned by the Firefrid family once, and it was necessary to look around the city called Weed, guided by Ginger, who served as chief squire, and the barons who assisted him as lord, to get to know each other better.

Because of this, the opportunity to speak slowly has hardly been taken until this day, except for the clerical one with Guineh since arrival.

"It's Judgment Day, isn't it? If I could have left by yesterday, I'd have seen it."

"Lar. Didn't I tell you I don't really like watching judgment?

"Mm-hmm. I don't want to see justice, that's it. But Al's gonna judge you, right? You want to see what you look like and judge the bad guys. And on Judgment Day, there's gonna be a lot of stores and stuff. Come on."

"Oh. That's like a festival and fun, isn't it? I can eat all kinds of food."

"I can swallow."

"Right ~"

The two line up their horses and continue down Burral Street, which stretches to Beglitz.

The two horses are wearing a very valuable magic item (magic item) called Breeze Horseshoe, a breezy hoof, so the speed is between six and seven feet an hour.

If you work hard without even taking a break, you can get to Beglitz at dusk, but then the riders will come quite a bit.

Above all, I plan to stay overnight in the village of Halos on the way because Guineh also needs to take a slow look at the terrain.

Having lunch in the village of Damon on the road, two horses walked out again with two raucous young women on their backs under the remaining summer months of the heat.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Lar. I want to take a closer look around, so I'm gonna take a little off the road."

"Mm-hmm. By the way, does this area come out with monsters or something? Orcs and goblins."

"Mm-hmm. If you go into the Dart Plains in the south, they're gonna be all right, but it's gonna be okay around here first."

"Hmm, well. Well, if monsters come out all the time, like it or not, nobody lives there."

"That's right."

"Think of it like Tris or Lorrick or some poor label."

The two of them are having a conversation like a public discourse but flying a cautious gaze around them.

Is it a wild rabbit or something? An unidentified small animal escaped through the woods sewers.

"... right. I don't know the details either because of what I heard, but it seems like patrolling around the village every week isn't enough if you're that way. The village squire has to take turns, wake up at night and watch the fields."

"Heh. It's good to hear that Weed doesn't have any monsters either."

"Yeah, because I got a pit, not a field. You don't have to worry about Hatake. I took over the slaves of the previous ones, so the only money I hung was the first one."

"Heh, how many slaves are there in Guineh?

"Four or one total of four or seven people took over from six people who bought it in Balduk. But eight of them are kids who can't work yet."

Guine says she wants to climb the tree when she finds a tall tree just off the street as she talks.

The two of them circle their heads towards you.

"Wouldn't it have been pretty cheap if we had as many as eight kids mixed up?

Ralpha asked as he looked around.

"Mm-hmm, because you could have bought it directly from Baron Kazum's squire without letting the slave trader through. I guess it was a bargain that only did a little over 140 million. We're all veterans of pit digging, and thanks to you, we've saved quite a bit."

"Huh. I don't know because we bought mine slaves and farmers combined for a takeover of about 400 people. Your father said you spent about 1.6 billion. More than a billion of them are owed to Al. Since then, the money I've made in Balduk has been taken away by leaving behind a piece of gold coin."

"What!?"

Guine is surprised to hear Ralpha talk.

In Guine's memory, I remember Zenom telling Ginger before leaving this morning that he was going to take a bag with gold and give it to Ralpha.

It also made the sound of coins touching each other out of the bag, so I just think that bag had a fair amount of money in it.

I'm also looking at where you were going to put that bag or open the lid on Ralpha's horse saddlebag.

Somehow, I didn't think it was something to see, so I didn't actually see the moment to let it in.

We have to look around the Count's territory for the next few months.

It is also with Marr and Limby as escorts since they went to Beglitz.

I'm a little uncomfortable with the million Z's that Ralpha is bringing with him, given the food and accommodation costs in between, and Zenom must have figured that out, which is why that action was.

"Lal. Saddle bag to the right"

"Hmm?"

"Open it."

"Why?"

"Fine."

Ralpha, who stopped the horse, began to remove the belt that was stopping the saddleback lid on the right, hanging from the left to the right of the horse's buttocks with a separation.

- I shouldn't have seen how much Mr. Xenom cares, should I?

That's what I thought. Guine strives to remember the surrounding terrain.

Ralpha, who was exploring the saddlebags with the crap, said, "What the hell? Nothing unusual, is it?," he called out to Guineh.

I wonder if Ralpha has received that bag?

"Huh? Mr. Xenom put the money in the bag..."

I put it in my mouth, but I think Guine should tell you this.

"Whoa!? That's right. You don't have a father."

"Sorry. Just before Mr. Xenom put the bag with the money in it, I saw it."

Having heard Guineh's words, Ralpha begins to fish his saddlebags politely when he is in a good mood.

"... there isn't. Did you really see it?

"I didn't see the moment to let you in..."

I haven't seen the moment to get in, and I haven't really remembered Guine since then because I've been talking to Kevin.

After all, what would Xenom have done if he hadn't put the money in it?

According to Ralpha, it doesn't mean there's anything in there that I don't particularly remember.

I also let the saddlebags on the other side fish just in case, but they ended up in jail.

- What about the money? Wow, I...?

Guine stared at Larfa's face with her eyes open.

"You don't have to look like that. Don't worry about it. If you say you don't have any money, Al can help you!

Ralph says confidently for some reason.

"Hey, why? Oh! No way, Al told me it was a job, so I thought I'd get paid!?"

"You're not answering?

"There's no way you're leaving! Mr. Al is already a lord. And Mr. Xenom is his squire chief and you're his squire. In return, the aristocrats give you the right to collect taxes on the territory!

"Ugh 'Seriously'!?"

"Seriously."

"Oh, what about you?

Ralpha asks Guine, looking surprised.

"From there? I don't mind."

Seeing an atmosphere that was going to be a little lengthy, Guine stopped the horse before he reached the target tree.

"Here's the format for this case."

Preceding and Guine started talking.

"First, everything in this realm is inherently Mr. Al's. In short, I'm talking about my stuff, the pits, the house I live in, the clothes I'm wearing right now, the slaves who have this field with you, the free folks who do business with me, the pigs and chickens that someone keeps, and, at the end of the day, the meat and bread that I sell at the store are all supposed to belong to Al. Anyone who simply wanted to pass through this territory, with some exceptions, is all Mr. Al's stuff. The only exception is the aristocracy, which has its main house in other territories. Can we get this far?

"Well, I know that's what's going on."

Ralpha, a boulder because of his common sense, also pointed his mouth and looked dissatisfied.

"Fine then. Well, there's actually no lord to claim that. If I did, I wouldn't be able to bring in the slaves I bought in Balduk, and I'd be in trouble with the people in the Royal Army stationed there."

"Yeah."

"But it's Al who has the right to lay down the law in this territory, so it's also possible to confiscate it all and take it away if you want to. You just have to make laws like that."

"I don't think the king would approve."

"Then you won't admit it. But that's between the king and Mr. Al, and it's actually none of our business. Well, if you do that, naturally, your relationship with the kingdom is visibly broken, so no one has a lord to do that, including Mr. Al. What were you listening to when Al was giving me a lecture in Balduk?

The important part was taking proper notes, says Guine, shivering a small ribbon tied at the end of his mustache.

"I slept with my eyes open except where I was interested because I was bored"

Having heard Ralpha's answer, Guine shoots through Ralpha with a twisted gaze.

"... clever. Ha... it's getting troublesome... The point is, I'm Mr. Xenom's squire, so I pay Mr. Xenom taxes from the proceeds of the pit that I was entitled to, but the rest is in the form that he's admitted to be mine. That's why I have to listen to Mr. Xenom, the master of the hall. This time, Al ordered Mr. Zenom, and because it's the form Mr. Zenom ordered me to take, I'm going to follow that order to investigate the territory. In the meantime, I'm ordering Kevin to take care of my house. Well, that's formally true, anyway."

Quite softly the part along the way, Guineh remarked the conclusion.

"Yeah. So you're saying Guiney's unpaid, too?

"You, why are you listening to me now? Why? I told you I already got the price! Pit right. That's like a paycheck."

"Heh."

Nodding, Ralpha still looks like she hasn't figured it out.

"Uh already. I'll put it plainly. Mr. Al is the manager of the 'convenience store'. You're the 'byte' there. Okay?"

"Oh, okay."

"You're hired for 'hourly pay'. In the meantime, clean and serve as instructed by the store manager. 'Cashier hitting' also. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay. Then, one day, a drunk came and put me back in the store in full swing. This is rarely happening, is it? Mr. Al told you to clean it. So you're gonna get paid more?

"Huh? So you have to increase your hourly rate for cleaning gelos? Oh, you should clean up Al yourself. It's my shop."

"... I was an idiot"

"Are you nuts?

"You are."

"Huh? Me? Muki."

Looking up to heaven, Guine advances his horse toward the tree of purpose without any further attachment.

21 Aug 7449

Around 3pm.

They arrived in the city of Beglitz.

I was worried that I didn't know the geography very well because it was my first city, but it didn't seem to be a big city either, so I immediately followed it to the square in front of the administration.

"Hmm. That's the administration. There 'll be Al or Mizuchi at this hour, but what do we do? You want to go now?"

Ralpha asked Guineh as he got off the horse and pulled the reins.

"Hmm. Wouldn't it be first to take today's inn?

"So is that."

"Besides, it's still hot today, so I dried my throat. I want to drink something. He who shrugs."

"Oh, that's right! Let's just have one drink before we go."

Ask the person walking in the square, and when you hear the location of the Inn of that character, the two head to the Inn.

and found a magician's sign at a place that separated one alley from the square.

"Oh, wait a minute. Pull over. Actually, you used most of the details when you had lunch today. And then there's one gold coin..."

Ralpha says as he points to the magic prop shop.

"Are you going to collapse? In a magic trick shop?

Listening to Guineh saying so, Ralpha took his head bag out of his saddlebag and ran out for a small run towards the magician when he deposited his horse's reins with Guineh.

- Oh, that bag!

What Ralpha has in his hand is not to be seen differently, it's also a bag I'm used to seeing in Guineh.

When I was diving into the labyrinth in Balduk, a bag containing demonic stones collected from monsters I defeated.

I remember seeing Al say "I'll do it" to Ralpha and give it to him when he left as the first batch.

Perhaps Ralpha kept it without redeeming the demonic stones he had gained in Balduk.

That amount doesn't seem to be a big deal in itself, but if you look at how the bag swells......

- If that's the Orga Demon Stone, 200 million looks kata... I don't think you're saving cheap goblins and knolls even if you're not... it's going to be tens of millions z even if you're in the main class of the room...

Ralpha, who came back after a while, had a plump face.

"Look at this!

Ralpha offered a small piece of paper.

There......

- If you have all this hidden property, you don't want money. Don't waste it.

It was written in the handwriting of a Zenome characterised by this.

Guine says, pointing to the headbag that Ralpha is raising when she laughs bitterly.

"You don't need money if you only have magic stones."

"Hmm, I was thinking of buying Barkud armor just like Guine..."

Ralpha looked just a little sorry and said, with a peppered tongue.