Price of Management

“I've never experienced it, but it says in a book that a spirit like me can recognize someone with spiritual affinity at a glance. But I don't feel anything for Count Spain. ”

This is true. I didn't feel anything for him.

I know he's strong, but there's no sense he's my ally.

“Hurrah!"

Randall mourns the country as if it were doomed.

It was a life-threatening reaction to drinking.

“I'm sorry. I'll taste this fantasy for the rest of my life. ”

“Don't you have such a nasty friend. You think I'm gonna let that happen? I'll be back often. Be ready! ”

“Hahaha!”

The atmosphere grew brighter when jokes were played with the illusory Queens Blood.

The conflict in the daytime negotiations vanished like snow and intimacy settled.

Randall says with a serious face.

“I'll sell the wheat. ”

“All 35,000 sacks? ”

“I'm begging you. ”

I opened my mouth with a smile.

“Can I tell you a story? ”

Randall listens to me quietly.

“Spring civil war has wiped out all of Prince Brando's clan and confiscated all of their territory. Many of them were distributed in tribute to the lords who followed you, but many of them became royal lords. ”

Randall swallows his saliva.

You have such a cute corner to show your emotions easily.

Evidence that I have approached the core.

“Position, territory, and about two reds or 50 silver a sack. That's the best you can call it, right? ”

“Huff, huff...! ”

Randall's eyes are wide open and he can't keep his mouth shut.

You got it right.

I guess I haven't been dead for a long time. Uh-huh-huh.

Well, let's see. Let's do the math.

If you sell 35,000 sacks of wheat for three Redinas per sack, you get 15,000 Redinas.

70,000 if you sell it for two Redinas per sack.

Two redinas per sack, 50 silver, 87,500.

So 80,000 Redina, Etta, the title, the territory, that's a realistic best case scenario.

“The title is Baron. Your position means something to you, a bastard with nothing to inherit. ”

“There must be a useful corner to being a merchant and the title Baron. ”

“The territory can give you land about half a mile south of the Duke of Kunt here. They used to call him the Baron of Vatan. ”

“I've heard of this place. ”

“And the price of wheat……. ”

Randall once took a look at me.

“I'll pay you 72,000 Redina for all the 35,000 sacks. ”

“A little more, please. 80,000 neatly.”

“75,000 Redina. Stop here.”

“Looks like the royal treasury is worse than I thought. Why don't we just go with 30,000 bags and 60,000 Redinas? ”

It's best to pull it one more time.

“Eighty thousand! Eighty thousand! Are you done?”

I grin at Randall, who gives me back.

“Do you want to write a contract? ”

Randall pulls out the two prepared contracts. It was an empty contract with the king's Seal on it.

After writing down the compromised terms, I signed.

That's how the contract was formed.

I raise the glass of Queens Blood.

“Well, congratulations on your contract. ”

Randall raises his glass with a puffy face.

“Salute the evil young merchant. ”

It was time to toast and taste this wonderful wine again.

After the deal was concluded, Randall dropped all his luggage off and enjoyed a relaxing drink with a comfortable face.

Suddenly he asked.

“But where is Count Basque Kunt? ”

“That……. ”

* * *

The Basque party who came to subdue the Mysterious Rock Monster couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion.

The rock monster I found in two days...

“It's just a piece. ”

A knight said in a puzzling voice.

In front of their eyes was a giant piece of Ogre, about five meters in size.

The whole piece of rock looks like a real Ogre... but it's just a piece.

However, the thick basque did not lose caution.

“Just in case. Like Gargoyles, they usually stay like ordinary pieces, but if they get enchanted, they'll move.... ”

Basque pulls out the long sword and approaches with caution.

Phew!

The ogre's arm falls off as he raises an error and swings it.

“It's just... a fragment? ”

The article says again.

“It's just a piece. ”

Basque has fallen.

Yes, it is.

It was just a piece.

“Someone's got to be kidding me. You're a shrewd but brilliant sculptor. ”

“I see. Hmm? Wait.”

Basque looked carefully at the ogre fragment and found some questions. He scrubs the piece and examines it carefully.

“It's not carved with pith and anvil. ”

It was not artificially carved, but it was a trace as if it had been made naturally.

It felt strange, even though it was a very elaborate piece of Ogre.

His sense of superior Exporter could not be wrong.

Yes, this is what the spirit of the earth would feel like!

“Spirit? Caroc? ”

Basque's face distorted.

Son of a bitch!

“Is this guy joking? ”

Yeah, it is.

He used to roam the land all summer.

It was also possible to make these sculptures with boredom while passing through here.

Rrrrgh.

Basque was annoyed.

How I expected a mysterious Rock Monster or perhaps the work of the Black Wizard!

I tried to have an exciting fight, but I wasted my time and patience.

“I'm coming back!”

The Basque party turns to Kunt Castle.

* * *

My father came back to make me angry.

But I did introduce you to Earl Randall Spay at a good time, and my father, who had always wanted to face me, vanished like a blizzard of anger.

“You're the Earl of Spain! ”

I knew he was simple.

Uheeheeheehee.

“I'm familiar with your anonymity. Last spring, I saw for myself. ”

“What more can I say? ”

“Haha! You're right. ”

“Let's go to my private training ground. ”

“Let's do it!”

Holy shit.

How did you meet her in less than five minutes?

If I hadn't let my father go before the negotiations started, I'd be in trouble.

“Oh, by the way. ”

Randall suddenly stops walking and says, He said, looking at me with meaningful eyes.

“I've been practicing swordsmanship for decades, but I'm ashamed I haven't fought a spirit yet. ”

“Well, then, you've seized the opportunity today to try something you've never experienced. ”

Even my father sees me with meaningful eyes.

I feel like I have something stacked up in me.

What's wrong, guys?!

“Please do me a favor. ”

Randall clenches his fist.

Eventually, I was dragged to the training ground.

On my way to my father's private training ground, I carefully asked Randall.

“You're not mad, are you? ”

You're not the guy behind this guy, are you?

“Angry? The negotiations are over. There's no reason to be mad at you. ”

There's a lot of end behind you.

“You really don't want to be angry with me, do you? ”

“Don't worry. This Randall Spay. I'm an honorary deputy director of Royal Knights. ”

And after a while…….

“Die, motherfucker! ”

“You're angry, aren't you? ”

I scream, stopping Randall's charge with Earth Wall.

“I'm not angry! Die!”

He's angry!

“You're angry! ”

“It's just a celebration! Fight like it's a real fight! Die!"

Die! Where is the same battle!?

“Grrrgh!”

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