Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

January 16, 7451.

"This, Your Highness."

Me and Mizuchi bow their heads as soon as they take their seats.

I, the lord, did that, and a few of the customers in the store looked at each other.

However, during this time, one after the other, he will thank his subordinates by imitating the appearance.

Of course, the same goes for my daughter, who was a waitress.

"I'm just a guest tonight, too. Make yourselves comfortable."

His Royal Highness Richard proclaimed that, and the knights with him also said, "This table, okay?" Asked the waitress, he slowly began to lower his back to the empty table next to us.

Taking it, the tense tension slowly diminishes, and the guests return to their seats as they rise off the floor.

I remember feeling a little similar when I first came to this store.

Especially after that, Mizuchi and I started going there about a week, so the store and the guests who came there got used to it immediately.

Me and Mizuchi just met with His Highness. As soon as we get back to our seats, we tip the drink.

Relax, I said, because I thought the sincerity of His Highness was "I didn't think the lord (me) was eating in a store like this... sorry for breaking the vibe".

Until then, however, the conversation between the guests who had been wooden in the store has dropped quite voluminously, giving the waitresses a glimpse of the tables of His Highness ordering drinks and such.

Guests seem to be hired at some merchant's house or handing over their squire, but some of them are talking about the unfamiliar nickname I issued.

Uh, this, don't be a pain in the ass if you leave it alone.

Almost at the same time I feel that way, Mizuchi sends me a gaze, "Do something."

I also warped my face and stood up slowly, "I wish I had come to the drill avoiding your highnesses because of this" with only my gaze.

Mizuchi immediately perceives my intentions and lifts a small plate filled with soy sauce substitute sake to avoid overflowing.

"Excuse me."

Frankly, I lift just a little bit of every dish that was put on the table where Mizuchi and I were sitting.

"I didn't expect to see you at this store... Would you like to join me? There are many other menus that you can't eat in this store, so if you don't mind, I'll explain."

Saying so, His Highness replied, "Please," and lifted their table, which had not yet ridden anything.

"So, Your Highness! That's what we do...!" I will not listen to the words of the hasty knights, and my Highness and I will walk over to each other a little bit and stick to the table.

That's your first joint effort.

"I will introduce you. This is my wife, Mizerit."

"It's Mizzerit. It's an honor to meet you first, Your Highness."

Mizuchi politely sent the meeting.

"It's a great pleasure to meet you. Mrs. Gried."

That's what I'll say and return the meeting, Your Highness.

Following him, the knights of the escort have also greeted Mizchi.

His Royal Highness asked Sankrat's manager, "If it's West Dirt, I'd like to go to a restaurant that serves the dish." He introduced me to this restaurant.

This drill looks like my father's face isn't motivated at first sight, even though the store is poor, and it's hard to say the waitress is beautiful.

Blaming Sankrat's manager is a big mistake, but I resented the response just a little bit as to why he would introduce a store like this to His Highness.

but when I think about it, I'm used to dealing with the aristocratic class in the stores where Fio, Grace and Cunningham come along recently, starting with us, the Lords and their wives, Claw and Marie, who are promoted to the cavaliers' executive, Ralpha and Guine, the heads of my artisan slaves (although I haven't let them get promoted to the junior heads yet).

Besides, Giberti, who is gaining a reputation for being an amazing cook in my slave middlehead, is not a rare sight to see a chef in a luxury store looking for new flavors because he teaches simple recipes and so on, while making a face at purchasing ingredients (we know how much our family consumes, etc., so we buy seafood from this store).

The only expensive menu is fresh seafood, so if you avoid it (the number of customers who ask for sashimi is twitching thanks to sake), it's just a store that occasionally serves slightly more advanced dishes that can be eaten relatively inexpensively, as the store structure suggests.

It should have been, but when did it become a store for lords when the name began to come to pass as a store used by lords, cavaliers, etc.?

Then there is no need to deal with the manager.

"By the way, the... is that...?

It must be about the clouds and sashimi that were on Mizuchi's table with me.

When I explained carefully that this had my intentions or just wanted it to be enjoyed, they all spoke to me, but all four of them looked subtle.

To the extent that one of the knights preferred a mackerel tick, vinegared Maiseaver's half, which resembled mackerel, and then pulled it into a sashimi, it didn't seem much liked.

Too bad.

The gift of Giberti's guidance or, more recently, the arms of Dringle's master have also risen, and it seems that only the reincarnated thought that the sashimi he makes had come to a medium taste as well.

Perhaps there is a mixture of prejudice, but the taste of delicate sashimi cannot be understood by oath people.

Even that gibbertie doesn't like sashimi.

I just trained hard because I and Mizuchi are happy to eat.

Sashimi and other raw products didn't seem to be preferred, but the simmering of wokose, which was made dark with sake and sugar in the fried liquor, was only a little frustrating, as it seemed to me that they liked it greatly.

Why would I be happy to see other people delight in their favorite foods as "delicious, savory"?

When people say, "I don't like, I don't like" their favorite food, I think it's a reversal of the fact that I was denied it and it's not funny.

In fact, at this time, I noticed one interesting thing.

Me and Mizuchi had a special chopstick left in the store like any other reborn, and I used it at this time.

The drill does not come out unless the cutlery set (knife or fork) is demanded, as is the case in the oath general store.

Unless it's also a luxury store, it's normal for dishes other than soups to be carried directly to your mouth and eaten by hand, and there aren't many stores that serve spoons of juice from the beginning.

Using dishes to cook is about nobility and some or more upper class.

The three knights were also only in the First Knights' reign of the Orthodox Knights, demanding a cutlery orally, as they were asked to do in the restaurant where they would dine in the King's Capital.

But His Highness was the only one who looked sharply at the chopsticks at our disposal for a while.

Of course, he didn't ask me to give him chopsticks, and His Highness ended up asking for cutlery.

But I never looked at us eating with chopsticks as unusual as the knights.

In one way or another, it was eye-catching to see how the chopsticks were made and how to use them.

For a moment only, but when I ate the boiled fish, I was impressed to see how cleverly I looked at me and Mizuchi picking themselves up with chopsticks and carrying them to my mouth.

Such a fold.

"Lord Gried, by the way"

One of the knights has spoken.

A tiger (Tigerman) named Mr. Cyran with a sexy mustache impression.

"Yes."

"This is the carriage Tetsudo I got you on today, but that's a big deal"

"Thank you"

Your Highness interrupts me where I have thanked you.

"First of all, I feel comfortable riding. It's great that you're barely tired after a long ride"

Sorama, even if it rots, it's a railroad.

I can't even compare it to a regular carriage.

"Your nose will be higher if you praise Your Highness"

That's what I answered. Now another knight interrupts me.

Gorkney from the Lions (Lios) who liked mackerel.

"How much load can that carriage Tetsudo carry in a single operation?

Your Highness interrupted me earlier during a conversation with Mr. Cyran, the mustache, so I guess I decided it was rude about the conversation.

But how did you respond?

In addition to the one-and-a-half tons of cargo brought in as baggage by passengers, the train I took today was heavily loaded with tanned pork leather manufactured in Weed.

Perhaps it would have totalled about six to seven tons.

Leather is quite heavy, but not as heavy as metal.

Whatever it was, it should have been a fairly affordable operation compared to the original full load (full load).

"To what extent have you seen…"

"Uhm. It's amazing how many people and luggage you can carry at once"

I just tried to answer without difficulty putting in the numbers, and once again I was interrupted by His Highness.

Does His Highness not want to hear my answer to a series of interruptions? and I'm even going to make an evil push.

"Yeah, it's for safely transporting glass products all the way to Wangdu. Naturally, countermeasures against wobbles and vibrations do not involve a significant number of escorts aboard…"

"That's true."

His Royal Highness nodded as he simmered with garlic and onions, a small amount of eagle claws (chiles), etc. and ate a delicious simmer of caesargo seasoned with western flavors.

"What should be stunned is that speed. I caught a few breaks along the way (I guess you mean parking), but you said there were fifty kilometers on the road today. I didn't know I could run that in just four hours..."

Now says Zairas, a Putin (fume) who has noticeable hair like honey on him.

Because the same is true of the color of honeyed hair, but because it looks sticky with sweat, etc.

Even an oath where there is no one first to take a bath every day and very few people have a habit of washing their hair properly every day, his hair would fall into the dirty category.

Unmade all-back hair stretched over the shoulder.

That's the speed at which the carriage railroad operates.

From Weed to Zondir, it takes about five hours.

No magic hooves, no replacement horses.

It can also be said that the speed is not very different from that of station carriages that have been popularized and developed since around the nineteenth century on the planet, but the road conditions there are not comparable to that of oaths. Besides, the carriage vehicles themselves are not as good as I made them, but they boasted high performance, and besides, there were replacement horses for each parking lot.

We pride ourselves on being a fast-paced and mass-transport organization that is seen around the tenth century of the planet.

Even though they don't use magic hooves, they also assume they will be attacked by demons and pirates. As a result, it is naturally possible to operate at higher speeds.

but from time to time, horses snap, and the amount of load they can carry is restricted.

Above all, the damage to the load in the event of an accident will be greater, and in some cases the passenger's life will be at stake.

At this speed (is it less than 15 km/h at the highest hour), the braking distance can be shorter even when foreign objects are admitted on the track, so accidents can be reduced, and often as long as the beating is not too bad even if it jumps at the worst.

Train crashes are dust.

"The speed itself can be increased a bit, but there are also physical problems with horses, and they usually operate to that extent"

Answer Mr. Zailas, honey-haired, smiling.

I felt the sight of His Highness slightly sharpened in the corner of my sight.

Hmm...... I want to make sure with my own eyes first, is that what you're saying?

Does it feel like you're going to talk to me until you compare it to what you know for sure?

Until then, I'd like to shut out my spare knowledge, right?

If you hear a lot from me first, there will be a part of you that will really be dragged by that information.

I'm not going to tell you all about the carriage railroad, either, foolishly and honestly, and I'm afraid you'll be able to mix up deceptive information.

So it must have been a real coincidence that you came to this store and you didn't come to my house.

I'm also interested in where he looks, how he thinks and how he evaluates the carriage railroad.

Should we also get on board to see how this goes about the scheduled tour of the ring line after tomorrow...?

No, you don't need me to.

I was going to accompany you from the Knights with a couple of escorts, so you could ear to someone in there.

"Dear town, it's Calf."

The waitress brought the food.

It's a simmering dish with a lot of dishes like potov.

Frankfurt-sized balduckies also come in for a number of people, and the bacon is scattered into a few large corner cuts, making the carnivorous race feel satisfied.

"The calves here are delicious with lots of meat."

Mizuchi smiled and split the calf on all the plates.

January 17, 7451.

Early morning.

Beglitz Station.

When Prince Richard's line arrived at the station building, three knights waited for them, thinking they had been seconded by the local Leagues Count Knights.

He is the Associate Sir Camry and the Associate Lord Barson, headed by the Deputy Knights Commander, Sir Valute.

Only the oldest of them, the Associate Duke of Camry, was summoned by Al last night to "talk to the prince as much as he can, and observe closely what impression he has had of the carriage railroad and what assessment he has made".

The seven greet each other and board the train to Weed.

They were seated with honey and moustaches around the middle of the inside right row of seats with eight seats each in the passenger car, and Sir Valet and Associate Lord Barson sat on their back, mainly mackerel, directly in front of the prince and outside the right row.

Associate Sir Camry sits directly behind the Prince and his back, in the middle of the inner left row, but as soon as he turns around, he has the Prince's head, so it goes without saying that he is closest in distance.

In addition, while each person's gear carries a crossbow only to Associate Sir Camry, Sir Valt and Associate Barson, as well as a row of princes, are just light attire with swords raised in plain clothes.

For this reason, the passengers seem to mistakenly assume that all belong to the Knights of the League, and they remain sending in light meetings.

While the passengers are boarding, loads such as ore mined at Zondir are unloaded from the truck connected behind the passenger car, loaded with crates, etc.

The last guard to transfer from a local adventurer boarded the truck to make sure the loads were securely secured.

"Departure progression!

The carriage began to move slowly when your man gave the order out loud and munched in.

It accelerated for a while, almost at its highest speed, when the vibrations transmitted to the passenger car became constantly spaced.

"Cyran. Horses don't look tired yet."

The prince whispered to his moustache sitting next to his left.

"Yeah. With all this load, it looks like you can still afford it even though it's this speed"

To their conversation, Associate Sir Camry tilted his pinned ear slightly over his head.

of the werewolves (Wolfwer). Though he does not extend to the rabbis (Bunny Man), he is quite well eared and can manipulate the direction his ears point in to some extent.

It's possible to pick up conversations almost directly behind you by tilting your face slightly in the direction you're going.

"Three or two people per seat based on the number of seats..."

"Yeah. And you could ride a little more if you wanted to get in the truck. I don't have a chair, so I might get a little tired."

"But you're going to get some sleep."

"Sure. Sometimes if you can afford space, you can take turns and lie down."

"Hmm. How much can you tow if it's just passenger cars, not freight cars?

"I don't know, but the load I brought earlier looked like iron or some kind of ore, so it seems to weigh a lot. Given the weight, I don't think it will be the same with a truck and a passenger car. You'll need to think at least twice as much."

Not a fully audible conversation, but hearing the fragment, Associate Sir Camry consciously disguised himself as faceless.

As Al told me last night, regardless of whether the education is an unsatisfactory squire, it is still as expected that if he were to be an orthodox knight, but also an orthodox knight of the First Knights of the Kingdom, it would, by the way, be discerned that this carriage railroad is very effective against the barracks.

As a result, honey has a conversation with Associate Sir Barson sitting in the front and Mackerel with Sir Value sitting next to him, respectively.

"Therefore, in one formation, passenger cars can be considered at least three, depending on the circumstances, four, no, five."

"... that's a hell of a number. One hundred and sixty. The Second Knights can carry a fully equipped squadron in two formations. That's only six... not one or two horses."

According to information received by the Royal Palace from the Knights stationed in West Dart, transporting personnel by the carriage railway of the Marquis of Gried was initially a two-tier freight train to one formation, but more recently it has been a three-tier or four-tier formation.

The king who received this information was very surprised and was aiming for an opportunity to investigate by someone who was quite capable.