"Oh, that's a lot of good booze. I wonder if I can get a lot of them."
That's what I said. Tilt the liquor pot I handed it to him and he goes to the cup, and he drinks it up in no time.
Drinking so much is a man named Maddock, one of the wood dust in the village.
About the wrath of the wood dust my father told me, but if I say it, it is a state of hearing again, and I did not hear it directly from the person in question.
So he came to me with a handicraft to keep his intentions well communicated.
By the way, the liquor Mr. Maddock is drinking right now is something he bought for a souvenir in the city.
It was a precious thing my father offered me as he looked like he was about to cry looking forward to drinking.
"So what happened? You're running out of logs?
"No, it's not like that. Actually, I heard they were mad at me."
"Oh, I see. So you came to me to ask."
Mr. Maddock puts his hand on his chin, rubbing his beard, saying that it will be enough.
I don't think a good grandfather with gray hair would look a lot like that.
Mr. Maddock's relationship with me began with the cultivation of magic mushrooms.
It was the beginning of asking Mr. Maddock to obtain logs to grow magic mushrooms.
Since then, we've been dating, so you've come to ask me what I know about Maddock in order to prevent trouble.
"It might be too good to be angry. It's just that some of them may not have very good feelings."
"Well...... I guess the problem is I'm taking too many trees. But I'm going to keep pioneering..."
"Hmm, it's true, indeed, that Ars takes a lot of forest trees. But no one will stand out and complain."
"Uh, why? Someone's dissatisfied, right?
"I do have that. But cutting forest trees is in itself also the mission of this village. Besides, did your lord ask you to cut the woods? Then don't complain."
Hmm?
I don't remember nobles asking me to.
Could it be that's how the villagers received my permit from the nobles?
It's not true, but then maybe that could be used as an excuse.
"But it's true the woods are angry, isn't it? Then I guess we should make some sort of arrangement. You know, be careful that I sell trees to mumble and not make less money on other woods, or you decide which trees in the woods you want to cut."
"Hmm, I guess that's one hand. But your Lord has no idea what it is."
"The essence?"
"That's right. In this case, it doesn't make sense that we don't understand what the Lord is angry about. Ars, do you see that for the Lord?
"... aren't you anxious about your life? You think you're anxious to lose your profits because of me?"
"You're not. At least I don't think so."
"Well, what is it?"
"Well, there's so much pride, pride, so much to say in the Lord's actions, but I don't care if you're messing around with those things."
"Huh? I don't mean that at all. I've never fooled a dusty guy before."
"So I'm telling you I don't understand. Look, we're born in a woody house, and we grow up as woods, and we die as woods. For such a wood dust, a forest tree is both food for life and a treasure. I work proudly in the act of cutting trees. You know what that is?
"Yeah."
"Then what do you think of the Lord who is knocking down that forest tree and leaving it alone? How can you be calm when you see a fallen tree rot and become useless even? Your actions only seem to make you proud of the wood and fool your life."
"... right"
"But, as I said earlier, it is also originally our desire to expand the land by exploring the forest. I also know that it is a noble request. So, there's no one to complain about, or even if they were there, it would be like a novel. But surely dissatisfaction builds up deep down. The Lord wants you to know that."
I see.
Maybe my father heard from Mr. Maddock about the grievances and anger of the wood dust.
Before the problem gets bigger, to keep you informed.
Sure, it's all about pioneering, and I may not have seen anyone else.
For once, you might need to calm down and think about it.
When I heard about Mr. Maddock, I thought deeply.