Risou no Himo Seikatsu

The Lords' Army of Border Birds of Ghazir, led by Chabiel Ghazir, a total of 100 people, had stopped marching in the middle of the 'streets of salt' under fire.

Resume the march from the great pause at noon, about an hour.

Chavier, if you are to describe in words the sight that spreads before a line, it becomes just one word, the word 'gloomy'.

Multiple dragon cars, overthrown, blocking the streets.

Deadly 'Blunt Dragon' corpse, still connected by its dragon car and leather strings.

Scattered, torn salt hemp bags on the hit.

And a bunch of human corpses rolling around the Lone Dragon car.

The end of the salt merchants.

I guess there have been quite a few days standing since the raid. The corpse, corrupted by guzzles, has a strong odor.

It seems that the amateur eye cannot discern whether the missing part of the body was once preyed on by a carnivorous dragon or whether the flesh melted off and peeled off the cheat.

The black spots on the various pieces of red brown molten meat are a group of fleshflies gathered in the rotten meat, and the white spots that float with the potatoes are the individual group of eggs produced by the fleshflies, Colony.

If you clear your ears, you can hear countless feathers, mixed with the sound of the wind and itching behind your ears.

"Agh......!

"Woo......"

"Don't throw up! If you drain your health in this place, we'll withhold you from this later battle!

"I ate it because of you, smack it. Until the eyeballs pop, I'm gonna punch you!

In the rear, recruits fighting vomiting are encouraged by the rude scolding of ancient soldiers.

Even when it comes to recruits, they are also born on the border, living side by side with the marvels of nature. Humans, anyway, starting with dragon bodies and looking at them, should be a minority.

Then again, the cause of vomiting would be this smell.

Meat rots and is brewed when melted, a rotten odor. It is not impossible for an unfamiliar young soldier to have the urge to punch the contents of his stomach into the streets because of the smell so intense that it is not sweet or sour that it cannot be considered a raw smell and its air is likely to come in color.

In fact, Chabiel himself would have defeated the urge to boil from the back of his stomach, if he hadn't had a lid on his esophagus, with two valves: 'sense of responsibility' and 'vanity'.

On the back of such a 'runaway dragon', it was still the knight of history who gave a word to the young commander distracted by the inner battle to remind him of his duties.

"Dear Chavier. Instructions, please."

The middle-aged knight, skillfully manipulating the 'runaway dragon' he rides himself and packing his distance with Chavier, in a small and strong tone, scolds the commander, yes young.

In a fractional word of the knight Josep, recalling the duties imposed on him, Chabiel coughs up once and for all, as he regains his sanity, and skips the instructions.

"Ugh, um. The Segment Clerk will step forward and test the body. Analyze and report the situation. Everybody else hit perimeter alert!

"Copy that!"

"Did you hear that? First Squadron to the east of the street, Second Squadron to the west! The third and fourth are rear 36636; heavy troop guards!

"Clear the way, the inspector will be out front."

At Chavier's behest, which was slightly reversed, the unit immediately moves out.

When the men of the quarantine clerk approach the corpse for a small run, a group of fleshflies, which until then had solidified like a hedron and stuck on the corpse, fly in unison. The vision of the hit was black and cloudy, as if wrapped in black mist.

The examiner sounds like a very learned human being, but the truth is, there's no such thing as that. Their identity is' skilled hunters'.

But no one has accumulated more knowledge of this hand than a hunter with actual experience.

From the tooth shape of leftovers, manure, etc., the target species is determined, and from the victim's situation, the number of subjects is extrapolated. What's more, let's even guess how many rough post-mortem days have elapsed from the rotting situation of the body.

That is only a collection of practical knowledge acquired by the accumulation of experience rather than academic knowledge learned systematically, but that is not why its credibility is diminished.

Before long, the quarantine hunters came to Chavier.

If this is the mansion of the territory or the king's capital, it would be courteous to do so, but on the front line, the approximate disrespect is acquiesced to.

Representing the hunters who had come before Chavier, the one who opened his mouth was a middle-aged man who had grown a brown, barren beard.

"Report. They think it was the" dragons "that attacked these salt merchants."

To the words of the middle-aged hunter, Chavier makes him wiggle his pickles and cheekmeat.

"The Dragons."

A man who does not know his name will not be present here. That much so, here in the western part of the southern continent, is a popular carnivorous dragon.

There are a few exceptions, but if categorized broadly, the majority of grass-fed dragons who said 'blunt dragons' and 'walking dragons' are quadrupedal, whereas the majority of carnivorous dragons are bipedal, and this carnivorous dragon named 'group dragons' is no exception to that.

Is it a common Chenglong, whose total height is roughly about one or two heads higher than that of a human?

Upright with two thick legs that store mighty springs, balance the whole thing with long tails, with two short forelegs with sharp nails and a gizzard fang-bearing bite, prey.

By analogy to organisms living on Earth, their silhouettes may be closest to 'kangaroos'.

In carnivorous dragons, it is a 'group dragon' classified as a small species, but that does not mean that it does not pose a human threat.

As the name "group dragon" suggests, this dragon is always a group.

In fact, in the peripheral villages, it is said that the damage caused by 'blunt dragons' and 'carnivorous dragons', which are livestock, are attacked by the hands of 'flock dragons', is a frequent problem, as are carnivorous dragons most likely to prey on villagers who have entered the forest.

However, Chabiel, who knows somewhat about the life and habits of the 'group dragon', leans his neck on a ride to the hunters' report.

"You said it was a" group dragon "? Are you sure about that?

To the inquiry of the Commander, the hunter on the beard face assents himself with confidence.

"Yes. Definitely. The corpse of a person could hardly be confirmed by the intense corruption, but the outer skin of a blunt dragon does not rot to this extent. Tooth shape, nail marks confirmed. Undoubtedly, it was the" dragons "that carried out this raid."

The hunters, the experts, affirm this clearly. First of all, I'm pretty sure.

But Chabiel's doubts, they don't dissolve.

"Well, if you did, but you're so sure, I guess so. But you don't know. You mean the salt merchants were hit by each herd of" dragons "? I hear their escorts are quite skilled and numbered?

That's what Chavier said, pointing his gaze at the bodies of salt merchants scattered all over the place.

Much eaten and rotten corpses already seem to be salt merchants who don't know which one of them is their escort, but from the wreckage of short spears and single bows falling around them, make them see that there were enough combatants.

Chavier himself, as part of his "training in action", has had a lot of experience in the exorcism of the "dragons", but from that experience, it is a bit unimaginable that he cannot repel every swarm of the "dragons" with so much force.

But the bearded hunter shakes his neck sideways with a harsh look.

"Dear Chavier." Group Dragon "increases the number everywhere, depending on the volume of the bosses in the group. Approximate bosses make less than ten groups at best, but some of the bigger bosses who grow older make a group of twenty or thirty.

The boss who leads the big group isn't just big and strong. Because that's how many of my men can be fed. You're probably unusually smart and you hunt cunningly. "

"Then we attacked these salt merchants, the group dragons..."

To the hunter's explanation, Chavier, who understands the situation, hardens his expression.

"Yes. A massive herd of group dragons, led by a big boss, I guess. No matter how many salt merchants say they have escorts, it is well conceivable to take an unconsciousness if a well-controlled 'group dragon' strikes at you twenty or thirty times.

As you can see, this area of the street is densely packed with trees from left to right.

If you get ambushed, it's not strange to be hit without the art of exchange. "

"Twenty or thirty,"

To the description of the hunter on the beard surface, Chavier shrugs, with a difficult look wrinkled between his eyebrows.

But the hunter, with a sinister look, now shakes his head to the side once.

"No, Master Chavier. It's at least twenty or thirty. As a matter of fact, I think this time the group is more than fifty, even if it's a small estimate."

"Fifty!? Do you have a basis?

By far exceeding expectations, Chavier exposes his surprises.

If you look closely, the hunters besides the hunters on the beard surface who have just spoken have a surprising look. I mean, I guess this is the opinion of every hunter on this beard surface.

The bearded hunter finally develops his own narrative, as if he had waited for Chavier's words.

"You'll see it from here as well. Look at the body of 'Blunt Dragon' pulling the salt merchants' Lo Dragon cars. Not all of them, but some of them, they're probably eating this back area, right?

There, the flesh is hard and it doesn't taste good. If there's enough prey, the approximate carnivorous dragon won't eat that part over there.

And there were quite a few humans here and a total of eight blunt dragons. Yet when it comes to being eaten to the back of a blunt dragon... "

"Even if you ate up a good number of humans and the soft parts of blunt dragons, it just wouldn't fill you up, there was a" group dragon "?"

"Yes, I think so."

"That number is over fifty?

"That's just a big guess of me, though. The salt merchant and the lord of the dragon cars. Soldier of escorts on loading and unloading manpower feet. Besides, I don't think it's strange to have that many people hungry after eating up the soft, relatively delicious parts of the octopus' Blunt Dragon '."

"Mmm..."

Though not at all, to the words of a persuasive bearded hunter, Chabiel thought with a difficult face, with his lower lip chewed.

Fifty group dragons.

If that anticipation is true, it is an enemy that cannot be easier for the hundred armies, led by Chavier.

I don't even think we're going to lose to boulders. But the young soldier is precious, taking it to the kingdom of Karpua, which just ended the war ahead.

The tolerance of human harm is narrow.

This is the case where Uncle Ghazir Borderline, who viewed this case as an "obstacle good enough to make his son handle it," brought it in the direction of resolving it with his own forces a little more forcefully, but depending on the situation ahead, he may be forced to make two unwanted choices.

That is, give priority to the handles and let the precious soldiers of your own territory die? is also a choice between throwing down the handles and giving priority to reinforcements to the King's Army in order to protect the lives of soldiers.

(Hard, huh)

As for Chavier's mood, he wants to prioritize the lives of soldiers in his own territory over his own handles, etc., but he himself is aware that he is not in a position where such emotional judgment is allowed.

In the near future, Chabiel, who will inherit the status of Borderline uncle, 'gains fame' is directly linked to the protection of the interests of the Borderline uncle of Ghazir in the Kingdom of Karpua.

Honor or the life of a soldier?

Regardless, it is certainly best for Chabiel to earn his honor and not let the soldiers die, but if the presumption of the bearded hunter 'The enemy is a flock of fifty dragons' had been hit, it must be said that he is quite unlikely to succeed in the crusade without causing human harm.

Aware that Guru and Thought were about to enter the trail, Chavier concentrates his consciousness on solving the situation in front of him for a moment.

"Okay. Whatever it is, we'll dispose of the body and the caravan first. You can't keep marching like this."

Chavier, in his riding state, declares so loudly to his men who refrain from rearward when he flips the 'runaway dragon' on the spot with a skillful handrail judgment.

It is the knight Joseph who receives such Chavier's life and adds fine instructions, without intermittent hair.

"Did you hear that? Axe-handers, cut through the side woods and make room for cremation.

Those who can use "Dry" and "Wind Blade" make fuel chips for cremation, from chopped down trees.

After that, we moved the body and the cargo wreckage to the cremation space to "ignite." When you move a corpse, don't forget your mask and gloves. Wrong hands, don't touch them. Unless you want to get hit by the poison of dead meat.

Yeah, salt from the load is also incineration disposal. This one, too, could be turning the poison of dead meat.

When cremating, be careful not to burn around. Just in case someone who can use 'water manipulation' stands by the water barrel.

The rest of you, go on, be on your guard.

You got that? All right, you got it. Dear Chavier, "

"Ugh, um"

Though slightly overwhelmed by the meticulous instructions of the knight Josep, Chabiel, pointing at the water, did not forget his role, and breathed one big breath,

"Okay, start the situation!

Yes, he made a loud declaration of initiation.

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The same evening, Wang Du.

After a long lunch break characteristic of a severe summer season, Aura and Enjoyed Sunjiro were dealing with a large number of nobles at the Royal Palace and fulfilling certain duties.

Set next to the throne, the dressed nobles advance in turn and bow their heads in front of Yoshijiro, who slowly lowered his back to the seat of the king's spouse.

"The Baron Pantoha family, the current contemporary. It's in Tomas, Master Zenzilow.

My Baron Pantoha family is still stuck in Wang Du Mansion this year with my wife. We will continue to offer the same loyalty to the kingdom and the royal family. "

"Got it. Baron Pantoha. Your loyalty, I am delighted. On behalf of His Majesty, Aura, I promise to tell His Majesty what you said."

When Yoshijiro nodded with that said, the middle-aged man in front of him - Baron Tomas Pantoha, bowing his head deep again, then slowly lowered.

Instead, he refrained behind the room, an old man advances in front of Yoshijiro.

"I'll be the first to see you, Master Zenzilow. It is located in Brass, the former head of the Knight of Bobone family. This old bone will continue to serve in the Wang capital this year.

With the orders of His Majesty and His Majesty, I will whip this old bone, and I will do my duty to you. "

"Okay, Sir Brass. I will tell His Majesty Aura the same loyalty."

The old man also bowed his head deeply and backed away.

Then this time, the young knight advances.

"Dear Zenzilow, Kabajero Knight Principal Conrado is located in Francescu, the eldest son. As I did last year, I work for the King's Capital..."

Everyone has the same mouth.

The point is, as a representative of the house, I declare myself to serve in the King's Capital, and Good Giro approves it.

This is such a liturgical exchange.

Originally, in the kingdom of Karpua, where the royal power was strong by way of exception as a feudal state, it was insensitive for each local lord nobleman to have either the present, the former or the next lord reside in the king's capital.

Originally a custom that began with the meaning of 'hostage' to the royal family, it continues today, without any particular remorse, due to its great benefits for the royal family and for the local lord nobility.

As I said earlier, the King's authority in the Kingdom of Karpua is extremely high. For this reason, it is of greater benefit to the nobles that those in the clan who have the right to make decisions close to the top are stationed in the King's capital.

Thus the concentration of the great nobility in the King's capital revitalizes the economy of the King's capital considerably. If the economy moisturizes, that's all the people gather in Wang capital from the provinces.

If the population of the King's capital increases and the economy grows, that will give rise to numerous rights in the King's capital. To obtain that right, or not to let go of the right obtained, nobility becomes inseparable from the king's capital.

It is for these reasons that every family of nobles, once a year, a man who acts on behalf of the house, makes the declaration to the king, and obtains permission from the king to stay in the capital of the king.

If it were, it would be a courtesy for Aura, the queen, but all the nobles who plan to 'declare their presence' today are just those whose previous years' personnel will continue as they were. For this reason, on behalf of the busy Aura, Yoshijiro was acting as an understudy.

(If you're going to take a replacement, it looks like you have a lot of troublesome procedures and adjustments, but if not, it's just a greeting. As much as this, you don't have to bother Aura's hand, it's on mine, right?)

Sanjiro, who sits in a chair and receives consecutive greetings from the nobles, thinks that in his heart while taking on a serious look.

By now, Aura should be in a separate room in the Royal Palace, dealing with diplomats from the two kingdoms of Shalova Zilbert, exploring the elusive belly.

In order to relieve Aura's burden at all, Yoshijiro thus stands on the surface stage as an understudy.

Regardless, we will not stand alone on the grand stage as seen as a 'transition of power' from the Queen to the King's Mate, nor on occasions where difficult decisions are required.

The only thing that makes Sanjiro a substitute is a substitute, even a stuffed animal with audio playback capabilities, as long as it has a title like 'royalty' like this one.

A rewarding job, it's hard to say, but because doing so will say Aura is "helpful," Sanjiro doesn't want any more.

But there is no way that nobles in this world can understand the mood of such a good jiro. For this reason, some people use this kind of place to take different approaches.

Just now, I kneel in front of Yoshijiro, a middle-aged nobleman is the type.

"It is located in Count Duran's house, the current lord, and Diego. My family will continue this year and I will serve in the King's Capital. No, and the king's capital is hot. My territory is in the highlands, so I am not used to the heat of the king's capital.

It's nothing compared to the Wang capital, but all this time of year, I can't help but miss my hometown "

To Bella Bella and the middle-aged aristocrats who continued their unnecessary public discourse, Yoshijiro seeped only a little color of vigilance in the back of his eyes.

The middle-aged aristocrat keeps talking without noticing such a small change in Good Jiro.

"It's nothing in the countryside, but the scenic scenery and the clear air make me proud that I'm not losing anywhere. If Master Zenzilow had come to take a summer vacation, there would be no better honor than this. Then we'll give you a clan and welcome you."

In the words of the middle-aged aristocrats, the eyes of Yoshijiro, who had consolidated his expression, narrow slightly.

Just asking, it's just an invitation to a summer resort, but what that means, it doesn't stay just that.

As things stand, in the Karpua kingdom, with the exception of Carlos = Yoshiyoshi, a dairy drinker, only two can be called royalty: Aura and Yoshijiro. If one of them, Yoshijiro, leaves the King's capital for 'summer shelter', inevitably, Aura, the queen, will be unable to move from the King's capital, which is the centre of politics, no matter what.

In other words, this middle-aged nobleman equates to saying that he does not want to accompany Aura, that he wants to invite one Shinjiro into his own territory.

(Uh, after all, is this still being viewed as my dissatisfaction with the status quo?

Inside, a little unzarded, Yoshijiro speculates in the head of a nobleman kneeling in front of him.

In the light of the values of this country, which is inferior to men and women, it is true that the position placed by Sanjiro may seem unwilling.

If you are a man aristocrat in the Karpua kingdom in general, you can also forgive your self-esteem, such as if your parents are your wives and you are a shader.

(Well, in good faith, in bad faith, the people who propose these things will never be gone. That's why I can't even ignore it, it's a hassle)

Keep the sigh only in your heart, and Yoshijiro purposely laughs and returns the words.

"Well, that's fascinating. Once Seiyoshi has grown up, he would like to visit with His Majesty Aura.

Then ask for guidance. "

If I translate that word I joked about, would it hit something like, "As it stands, I'm not going to distance myself from Aura, hairless"?

"Ha, ha. That's a long story ahead of us. Yes, in doing so, I will be happy to guide you."

I guess the sincerity of Yoshijiro was conveyed.

The middle-aged aristocrat seeps the color of disappointment against Yoshijiro behind his eyes and bows his head deeply.

"Uhm. Let's remember"

Sanjiro pretended not to notice such a middle-aged aristocratic change and flatly returned it.

With nearly three hours of long lunch breaks in place, the Royal Palace can continue to work all the time while the sun rises, taking a little bit of L.A. back at that noon hour.

For this reason, it was only fitting that Yoshijiro returned to the rear palace when the hit darkened, to such an extent that his feet were indelible.

Led by a samurai with a proof like a metal lantern, and returning to the living room of the rear palace, Yoshijiro briefly tells the samurai "thank you," he dives the door of the living room by himself.

"... ugh"

Yoshijiro, who has already returned to the dim living room, turns on the LED stand light, whatever aside first.

The white light of the LED is a little dazzling in the eyes that were able to sunset.

In the living room illuminated by a bright white light, Yoshijiro takes off his clothes in all likelihood.

Thick daho pants. The type of jacket that closes front like Japanese clothes. Chock-like red decorative clothing to wear from above.

All made of Southern-like breathable fabrics, but for a solid build, the outfit is still hot.

Sachiro, who quickly took them off and became just a T-shirt and a trunk, pointed his gaze for a moment at the freezer room in the five-door fridge that was installed on the wall, but after much thought, shook his head and shook off the temptation.

"You can't. Now, if I serve ice, I won't hold it till night."

At the very least, the benefits of an ice fan should be tolerated until Aura returns.

Instead, Yoshijiro poured the contents into a glass cup and sighed when he removed the silver water from the fridge.

"Ugh..."

Sweat erupts from all over Yoshijiro's body, as if the moisture he drank had blown out of his sweat glands instantly as it was.

"Uh. Don't wait for Aura, do you want me to take a bath first?

Sunjiro, so tempted, unconsciously pointed his gaze at the shelf where he stowed his bathing gear and remembered that it was there.

"... Speaking of which, the soap making wasn't working at all"

Since a few days ago, he has been working on soap production with ash and vegetable oil, but so far, it is difficult to say that his efforts have been fruitful.

What I did on day one was Zubari: "Oil with Ashes" and then there were some examples of relatively advanced emulsification, but there are no examples so far of "soaping" up to the practical level.

The bad news is, is it oil or ash juice? Or is it Yoshijiro's business? There's so much I don't know, it doesn't seem right that we need trial and error for a while.

"In some cases, should we do it from the manufacture of caustic soda? No, but whatever you think, making caustic soda from natural natural ingredients seems harder than making soap without caustic soda."

Yoshijiro's troubles are endless.

In modern times, an object called handmade soap is commonly made by reacting aqueous sodium hydroxide solution (aqueous caustic soda solution) with vegetable oil.

Using ash juice is an older way of doing things, and if you have caustic soda, it's much easier to manufacture soap.

For once, the way the caustic soda is made, Yoshijiro has dropped it on his computer, but naturally, he has never actually tried it.

There are two different methods of producing caustic soda that Yoshijiro has dropped.

One is how salt water is made by electrolysis, but this is an essential 'ion exchange membrane' for electrolysis, so we have to give up because it is not available.

So what Yoshijiro is thinking now is another way.

It is a way of replacing 'calcium hydroxide' and 'sodium carbonate' with 'sodium hydroxide (caustic soda)' and 'calcium carbonate' by a multidegradation reaction (a reaction that reacts two compounds and changes them into two other compounds).

What you need is calcium hydroxide and sodium carbonate.

First, calcium hydroxide is also known as' calcified lime '. This can be done if you react the' raw lime 'made by baking seashells to water.

Another thing, sodium carbonate seems to be obtained by heating sodium bicarbonate - 'sergeant'.

In other words, if you stick it up, if you have 'seashells' and 'natural heavy cadets', on reason, 'caustic soda' will be manufactureable.

"Seashell" and "Natural Heavy Cao"

Oddly enough, these two are the resources needed to make glass, a substitute that Aura has already picked up some number in the Royal Palace because of its association.

Already, the raw materials are in the royal palace. It may not be necessary or necessary for Yoshijiro to extend his forefinger to the manufacture of caustic soda.

However, needless to say, from "seashells" and "natural heavy cao", there are several processes to refine "caustic soda".

It shouldn't be an easy and successful thing for an amateur like Yoshijiro to do without mentoring her.

Even if you are most optimistic, you should be prepared to take some month-by-month time to complete each phase.

And in the unlikely event that you complete all of that process and succeed in purifying "caustic soda", "caustic soda" is such a theatre that there is a risk of blindness even if it just goes into the eye a little bit.

Moreover, it is such a difficult substance to handle that it reacts and degenerates with carbon dioxide in the air or takes up water vapor and liquefies it.

Again, if you think calmly, as long as you refine 'caustic soda' and make soap, it seems more realistic to boil the way you make soap out of ash juice, as it is now.

"Okay, after all, let's move on for a while the way we do it now. I can't fit in, and the emulsification is starting to happen. Now let's tabulate the ingredients of ash juice and oil for the X-axis and Y-axis and examine the trends?

Sunjiro, whose thoughts began to turn, heads straight to the computer and when he turns it on, immediately launches the spreadsheet software.

"First, prepare several types of ash that will be the ingredient for the ash juice, as well as vegetable oil, and more than one. In some cases, you should blend, right? No, first of all, is it first to give the whole trend?

I'm sorry, but the samurai need your help. "

In the end, Yoshijiro stayed put until Aura came back and went to the computer alone and continued to immerse herself in the task of filling out future plans.