Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

June 19, 7450.

A prototype of a transistor using germanium was completed.

Naturally, it is made by hand, so it seems to me that the comparison with the products manufactured in Japan prior to reincarnation is very low performance.

Finally, since the transistor itself is not covered with an insulator such as a resin, even assuming it was made best, the lifespan may be six months.

For these, if you get used to producing a little more, you can use Ebonite or something to package them.

Life expectancy will increase rather than doing nothing.

Note that the operation confirmation is confirmed by whether the electromagnet made of a coil wrapped in copper wire in a thin needle is operated.

For the record, as far as I can tell, no magnetite has yet been discovered in the oath.

However, we knew that geomagnetism existed on this planet because we could also measure the orientation with magnets.

The polarization between the magnetic north and the actual north appears to be slightly larger than the Earth, and deviates about five degrees when the orientation is measured with magnets (it is possible to know the north-south direction during the day if you are a reincarnator who has an accurate magic clock and can write a dial for the clock, and the measurement of the actual orientation is done in a similar way. ○ Measuring plates are sold such as East-West, North-West, and North-West when this direction is appropriately pointed at the sun at midnight. There are several azimuthal maps on the A4 or so board that correspond from about 6am to 6pm), so the geomagnetic pole and the magnetic pole are somewhere other than the pole, as is the case on Earth.

Besides, I had to rely on Ralpha's inherent skills because for some reason in the labyrinth the direction indicated by the magnet was unstable and I didn't know where to turn.

As a result, it is possible to place an iron rod (like a needle is sufficient) in the center of the aforementioned coil and cause it to become magnetic as a matter of course by continuously moving the iron rod in and out of the coil while continuously hanging the sorcery that generates current such as lightning bolts.

However, since it is difficult to make a needle so hot that it becomes red heat can be placed northwards and beaten, it seems that the strength of the geomagnetism is weaker than that of the Earth.

There's geomagnetism, and lightning falls.

And even though there are records of meteorites falling very rarely, there are predictions that there will be minerals somewhere similar to magnetite mines that have just not been discovered, but there is nothing we can do about it because they have not been discovered in places in the eyes of people.

At any rate, we could make a transistor and diode, so we decided to start developing a full-scale radio.

Hmm?

Power?

You can make a battery out of zinc, copper and sulphuric acid, or, to put it to the polar theory, a lyden bottle that I used to check the operation, so that's not a problem.

Regardless of the transmitter, the Lemon (Wheel) battery may be sufficient if it is about the receiver.

Do you not need a fruit battery for boulders because monolithic radios can be heard even if the biological current and transmission waves are turned on?

What a luxury piece of fruit.

... Speaking of batteries, are they in a manganese mine somewhere?

Soft manganese don't even leave my territory, do they?

Well, the general glass transparency is low, it's green, and for what it wouldn't be known for, I think manganese dioxide is a duplex.

King's capital Lombertia.

There was a small crowd in front of a shop on a prominent street called Bail Street.

"Oh. Well, then. Isn't that impossible anymore?

Surge, who lowered his back to the reception set in the store, said so, clapping his shoulders.

"... you still think so"

A quiet fio dropped his shoulder and dropped the item.

They came this far after the remnants of the church, but they had lost sight of the remnants, and they rushed to Wang Capital to make money if they could get ahead with a single hope.

Of course, God only knows if the remnants of the party are headed for Lombertia, because he thought that a heavily populated Lombertia would be a good idea if we were to start over.

"Because, hypothetically, if we could really rewrite the status, we wouldn't be able to follow footsteps that easily, would we? You've lost a lot of sight of it before Dolan, haven't you?

Surge said it would be foolish to bet on a miracle-like possibility, and he said he should get ready for Al's reprimand and just get back to Beglitz.

Surge, a third party, tells me that Fio can only snort.

- I can't believe they haven't made any feats, even though they've been infiltrated for a month before they escaped... Would Lorrick be disappointed, too?

Fio's position is that we're not going to waste any more time and expense.

I've decided to cut the chase so far.

- Think back now, maybe they were part of the church I met then...

Around the second or third day after entering heaven from Viscount Penride territory, the Fios met a pair of men and women.

In a line led by a female Associate Duke of the Pu, they said it was a place to go even to relatives living in Doran.

Everyone, including Fio, met for the first time, and they didn't find anything suspicious about their status, and they even asked me to accompany them because they were anxious on the road to Dolan, so they decided that it was not a good idea in a church line.

That said, in view of the possibility of being able to rewrite the status, I decided to split seven men from the troops to attach them as escorts, just in case.

I have also not forgotten to order my predecessor soldier, who leads them, to "capture him without question if he has any bare gestures to take off course at all".

Then, hurrying ahead, Fio and the others forced the soldiers' legs to say things and put them down and hurried to Doran.

And he arrived at Dolan, where he had spent only two days interviewing innkeepers and others who were the Lord, and joined his men who arrived late.

I received a report confirming that one of the rows of the Associate Sir had just entered the residence of the Sergeant, who was an official of the Doran, dignified, and was also welcomed by those who were working under the Mansion.

At that time, he laughed bitterly, "Did you overthink it?" and left the drain.

But would you have even checked your status when you were being welcomed?

Normally I don't do that.

Well, if you're familiar with him, it's more than that.

The report says he was called May by both the line and the people at the mansion, but it's not strange that May is his real name or nickname.

Various names can be considered as nicknames or shortened shapes.

It is also possible that he changed his name to become the same nickname.

- It's the only lead. Let's stop by Doran again on the way home.

Did you even dare accompany the chaser to Doran?

Until I ask you to keep your head down yourself?

If those who start the rest of the Enlightenment were imprisoned between their arrival in the drain, they would almost certainly be exposed and tied up.

There is no such thing as a fugitive who offers such a thing to himself, which is very dangerous in common sense.

But this is the only clue we have left.

The kingdom of Lyle, with huge tunnels as its national territory, in the midst of Mount Kinlu.

There was a lively exchange of views in the conference room of the executive branch in Errehaye, its only capital.

"You should take it on. The fact that the # 1 Chizu Tuna Glol warrior is pregnant does not necessarily mean that a dark elf will be born. No, of course I'd love to, but it's not that simple, and it's unlikely in the first place."

"That's right. Whether to take the born child as your successor is yet another story. But if there's only one candidate for succession, there's no choice."

"Mm-hmm. Count Gried says he's obsessed with the common son of Lomberto, which is the information Dabus grabbed. And the bastard is a fume. Marry and we'll have kids as soon as we can."

Discussions have taken place among the elders as to whether they should receive a request from the Kingdom of Dabus or what they will do with the amount, even if they do so.

Especially when it comes to discussing it, it seems that at the moment, I accept the request.

"Please wait"

Elder Zagroch, foreign affairs director, pinched his mouth.

"As you all know, I went out to West Dirt the other day. In doing so, we are in direct face-to-face conversation with both Count Gried and the number one Chizumagrol warrior. The impression I had was that the couple were close."

Elder Zagroch confirms that he has drawn everyone's attention and continues.

"Naturally, if the Count marries the bastard of Lomberto, we shall have a son in the near future. But that Earl felt like he cared sincerely about Chiztunolol. From there, I felt the air that I would naturally raise as a successor if I could have a first child between them. If it is a marriage they are convinced of…"

Zagroch takes his breath there and looks around at the faces of everyone.

"What would it look like if our country's hands were exposed?

Hearing the words, most of the elders clogged the words.

"Hmm... is that the opposite of taking on this request?"

Zagroch replies by nodding slowly, says Merrix, the elder's oldest.

"But isn't that a pseudo? Those who deliberately express their true intentions to their foreign elders."

"That's right. Besides, the Count has territory. Now that the number one Chizu Tuna Glor warrior was pregnant, he would want as many children as he could."

"Oh, the nations of the earth are vulgar and barbaric customs, such as polygamy."

"Besides, did you forget about Lord Zagroch and Cambit?

What happened with Cambit was about fifty years ago.

At the time, there was a warrior who went to the Kingdom of Cambit as an escort to the winning class.

The warrior was a woman and a great beauty among the dark elves.

It's so beautiful that a senior aristocratic elf in the Cambit kingdom has begun to see her and has offered to marry her.

The Kingdom of Lyle has no restrictions on marriages between its own nationals and other nationals.

In particular, it does not mean that it is preferred because it wants to increase its population and increase its national power.

However, His Majesty Lils, the Mother of the Nation, stipulates that tearing apart two beloved people at the convenience of the country is not the only way, so it is forbidden for the inner mind to stand up against them anyway.

If you take it and take an oath that you will also leave the country by marriage to protect the secrets of the state that you have learned by then (e.g. fungi cultivation laws and warrior class development laws), you will be free (which is also just a formality).

Anyway, she left the country and married that Cambit nobleman.

They only spent time in rapprochement at the beginning of their marriage, and after a while they had children because they were originally close to the elves.

Of course, the child's skin was inherited from the father's trait and not slightly black.

Besides, its dealings with senior aristocrats also began to come in some colors.

The nobleman was so adored of his son that he was thought to be his successor because he had been his eldest son.

Yet a few years later the nobility marries the Second Lady from the country.

That in itself is a common story in the countries of the earth, so no one cared as one at the time.

But when a child is born to that second lady, the aristocratic interest is entirely directed towards that second child, and the first child and the first lady are turned away.

I give thee, it was the second son who inherited the trail of his nobility.

The subjects of the Kingdom of Lyle were all outraged by this event, but there was nothing they could do.

One is that neither the former warrior who became the First Lady was dissatisfied with the people of his homeland.

And the other is because I have known that aristocratic territory for a long time, and I was also the importer of large quantities of food, such as meat. Even after the First Lady's loss of nobility's patronage, the deal is not only not fraudulent, but it is also significant that it remains somewhat advantageous for the Kingdom of Lyle.

Therefore, the matter was simply that one woman had lost her love, and her husband was still regarded as being honest with his wife's country of origin.

Still, as Lyle's subjects, it was difficult to convince, but I have to accept it.

For this reason, the first child, born between the First Lady and the First Lady, died in battle against the Suesarg Empire, and the First Lady, who heard the news, has refused her life herself.

Because of that, marriage to other races is not seen in a very good way.

The marriage between Mizuchi and Al is also greater for the reason that no one could object because Mizuchi had received a special assignment from His Majesty Lils and was also part of it.

Many people are convinced that the boulder is Her Majesty because Al is able to manage the territory well there as a senior nobleman of Lomberto.

But no one has forgotten about Cambit.

These things have been told to me by Cotton Consolidated.

Elder Zagroch naturally knows.

"... it is... yes, but Count Gried is not an example Cambit nobleman. One way or another, I was honestly happy about having a child..."

Though stuck in words, Zagroch spoke of the impressions he had received from Al and the others.

"That would be the case with the first child. So did the Cambit nobles in the example."

"Hmm. I can't say I won't change my mind."

"I can predict from the inside what the first warrior of Chiztunol thinks about the Count marrying the Second Lady."

"Oh, my country is monogamous. At the bottom of my heart, I'd hate it."

Hearing those words, Zagroch would look sorry, but he opened his mouth to disprove.

"The number one Chiztuna Glor warrior carries His Majesty's special mission. I didn't feel that way in the atmosphere with the Count, but I may not have any affection for the Count in the first place. In that case, the Count may not have a problem marrying the Second Lady..."

Though I've spoken that far, Zagroch thinks, "No, this is not what I'm trying to say," and his voice turns down on his butt blush.

"That's it. His Majesty's special assignment. The first warrior of Chiztunolor is forbidden by His Majesty, so I don't know what the mission is, but I think it will be part of the Wangdao Rakudo construction plan."

"Hmm. That's what Yolette's doing with the food research."

"That's what I was thinking too. After the first child has grown up and officially consolidated his position as a successor, is there anything but harm, such as a second wife of the same race, at this stage?"

"And Lord Zagroch. It is not we who lay down our hands. It's Dabus."

"Sure. It is easy to wipe out a group of less than a hundred grounders if you choose a good time and place. If the warriors of our country guide us, we will not leave any evidence behind."

"Let the warriors keep an eye on you in case all the Dabus men fail."

"It is also incumbent upon our elders to prepare the environment so that His Majesty's plan can proceed satisfactorily"

"Right. Instead, if you just hold your finger and watch it statically without putting your hand here..."

"Oh. This may also be His Majesty's trial for us. No, it will be."

Zagroch's objections are thus about to be blocked in the name of "Her Majesty's plan to proceed".

- No, then you should tell the Count, or at least Chiztunolor, and ask for his opinion.

Zagroch stood up slowly to give his opinion and sent his gaze to the elders.

June 20, 7450.

Winston Carlim, an armorer who pulled from Wang Du, came face to face with the administration.

The measurements of the armor we are making from the scales of the Longarzamruzolfalen that we defeated in the underground labyrinth of Balduk continue to be a bit, and I wondered what use it was because it was just measured the other day, but the requirement was for scales that were pulled from the Blue Dragon.

"My lord, take a look here"

Get the bright blue scales offered by Carlim.

There is nothing particularly unusual about looking at the status or appraising it.

I wonder and ask, apparently if the blue dragon scales, the dragon from which it was collected is younger (?) or that the process was likely to finish unexpectedly quickly, and that it was found to be inferior to the shadow dragon in terms of sturdiness and hardness, but excellent flexibility for that matter.

So I don't know, but there was more to his story.

"I was wondering if you could use this blue scale for areas where flexibility is required, such as the inside or back of your arms and feet..."

Oh, I see. You know what?

"Isn't that nice? But if you think it's better that way, you don't disagree with me."

The pay for armor just goes up a bit, and the delivery time seems to be a little late (it's going to be about autumn), but the pay was originally said to be about Z 20 million, and to the extent that it goes up a few million, it doesn't matter.

And I was waiting for the delivery date, now or now, so I didn't expect you to make it until I felt better about it.

If you want to make it anyway, the quality should be a little higher.

"And, uh... it's hard to say..."

"Hmm?"

Carlim started talking in a very frightened manner.

"It's that blue scale, but I can't dye it."

"Hmm?"

Well, say you're young. It's a dragon scale.

Sometimes that happens.

"I tried every dye, but it didn't work. I don't need to tell you about the black scale, of course."

Twist your neck a little.

So what is it?

I've heard since I was in Balduk that shadow dragon scales can't be dyed.

"Uh, then you do. Tailoring to armor turns black and blue..."

"What. Is that so? If I can't dye it, I can't help it. If the design is going to change dramatically, you can still do whatever you want because there's no color constraint."

I'm exhaling like I'm obviously relieved when I tell you so.

Well, in all seriousness, I think the color that suits me is the color under the armor that my mother used to give me when I left Barkud, pure white with no dirt (injury).

I really didn't like the fact that black or far-sighted looks like rubber armor, and I don't have any gold in my territorial grand aristocracy, or I could spare money to look at it like it was the only way I could buy it.

Above all, it's hard to stand out even though the Knight Commander is also in charge.

Oh, but regardless of the black and blue two-tone colors, I just want you to take that into account because the spots don't look good on the boulders.

Once I told him all that, Carlim went home, acknowledging, "Of course."

But is your whole body a complete dragon scyle?

Until now, the plan was to use untreated small scales behind the legs and inside the arms to make it difficult to see the leather underneath the armor as much as possible.

It was said that the area of use of properly treated scales would cover 60% of the entire body.

If it can cover the entire body with treated scales, it's nothing like a two-tone collar.

Because of this, it is said that although it is a treated scale, the normal tools do not allow one hole to be drilled, so Adamantite tools are made and supplied.

Still, they say it's harder to process than Wyvern's scales.

Um, why don't you shoot the dragon scales with artillery, too, processed stuff?

I'm interested, but it doesn't have to be now. If you feel like it.

Well, work job......

"Haritide to this"

Tell the Knights of the Guard guarding the office door, he immediately went to get Jabba.

Recently, I have been calling someone to work day in and day out to day in order to assign the majority to other people other than the settlement that really matters this fall.

Mizuchi will also be on full maternity leave at the end of the fall, so now she has a dedicated office (which is already cramped in my office), and she also calls someone there to plant it from morning to evening.

Everything is going well, and there is still a time for peace today.