Summoned Slaughterer

An abbreviated sermon was delivered by Wang Du to one, two, three. Asking the messenger if it is this easy and good, he says it is a wartime style and a formal one. Though it is a provision from consideration that you will not have to come all the way back from the battlefield, it seems that this is the first time that one, two, three, has actually been scolded in this way.

"Well, now that Pajo's on his way to the castle, I guess I don't want him on the same path"

I can somehow imagine Pajo's thoughts, one, two, three, but I wasn't even going to respond to this. I don't consider Orson Grande itself an enemy, but I don't even consider him an ally, so I don't care what path you choose.

Whatever its shape, one, two, three, which officially became the lord of the Viscount Territory, centered on Focarol, will be the former consulate of Focarol's house from now on. I didn't pay much attention to where I lived, so I decided to just let the newly hired maids clean up and use all the rooms as they were.

One, two, three said the room was also adequate in a small room like the one used by the servant, but Sabnak convinced me that the lord would then shrivel the servant, and that Haagenti would use the room he was using.

By the way, Origa and Alyssa were also supposed to get a room at the Lordship Hall to live there.

The two were given the room they were supposed to use, and Alyssa was suddenly confused that they were going to live in a luxurious room and that the samurai were going to take care of them.

Origa had been in a position like a secretary by leaning on one, two, three from the time she came back to Focarol, and the room also wanted to be next to one, two, three rooms, doing her job vigorously.

The Expeditionary Army also returned partly to the Wang Capital, but more than 80 of the majority remained.

It was decided to change the organization from a wartime one to a simple form of policing, policing of focarols, various kinds of training and rest in the territory, divided into four groups, and recruiting recruits from the territory.

Employing Alyssa as a military compiler, Oliga as a civilian compiler, the one, two, three system is an outfit that could only be shaped first. By the way, Alyssa alone was anxious as a summariser, so she followed one woman from a civilian slave named Mukale, a former Wang Capital civilian, as an assistant.

The decision so far was decided and notified during the journey to Focarol and was executed immediately after Focarol's arrival.

And now, before the eyes of one, two, three, four slaves were being paper-tested diligently sitting at their desks. To see the results of doing the prepared assignments. Mukale secured his role as assistant Alyssa earlier, so it was an exam for only four left.

Everyone is desperate just because their future depends on them.

"All right, time to go. Everybody put your brushes down."

The sound of being written galloping stops, breathing out with no one.

With just four people, one, two, three just collects the paper and scores it full.

"All right, well, fine. Treat everyone as my direct civilian."

I put the test that confirmed the answer, poised on the desk, then looked around everyone and said one, two, three.

"Good..."

One woman is crushed and everyone else has a relief look on their face.

"I'll explain the system of this city as it is. It's not a big city, so I'm only going to build a simple organization. Make you and the five Mukale the center of the city's administration, with Origa at the top. Mukale will be sent to the army as he knows it, and in some cases he will be asked to act as a bridge with the administration. Taxation and budgeting and execution are Kym and Brokla. The creation and management of the family registry is Palu. Commercial-industry-related administrative guidance is Duergal. I'm gonna hire more and more staff, so I'm gonna split them up and make them your guys."

"Um... what is a household registration?

Palu, the youngest woman among the slaves, raised her hand.

"Oh, you didn't explain that, did you?"

One, two, three, had heard of the general tax system in this world from Sabnak. Farmers collect about half of their harvest each year for each village. Merchants collect a fixed amount each year depending on the size of the goods and commerce. From other ordinary people, officials circle the city every year to collect headcount taxes.

One, two, three said there were going to be a lot of leaks, but Sabnak had told me that this degree was the limit because few people could calculate it.

"It's about the information we compiled by looking up where and who lives. There doesn't seem to be any notion of street or anything, so I'm going to turn most of the personnel under you first, so number every house and land in the city according to what I'll explain later, and find out who lives there and what kind of work they do. And give it to Kym and the others. That's the basic information for taxation."

He explained that births and deaths would also be notified and that administrative services would also be based on that information.

Palu looked like he had figured it out. He nodded when he heard there was an explanation later.

"I meant to teach business and industry, but what do I have to do?

The next question I asked was Duergal, a middle-aged man with a mustache.

"Let them create unions for each of the rough industries. Through this, each craftsman and shop is compiled and instructed by the state of the industry and the administration. It would be efficient to send someone who is overwhelmed with jobs to places where they are understaffed."

"I see."

Douergal seems to have convinced himself perfectly.

"And a few dwarf slaves will soon arrive in Focarol as well. Some make them make some, so whatever sells inside will flow from the state to the market through the union, so I'll leave it to you about that too"

"Understood."

In addition, he explained to everyone what he had been thinking about since the war, including how to collect taxes and tax rates, and informed them that as soon as the household registration information came together, tax changes would be made.

Each of them is given a private and clerical room in the Lords' Hall for confirmation, and also a dedicated maid of honor. We were together bewildered by the treatment as if we were nobles.

"That's all it means to be a tight job."

It varied from frightening and motivating to one word.

On that day, Dwarves who arrived in the city were vigorously going around the city to explain and entrust them with the construction of the city and the creation of tools, showing them the drawings, and instructing them to build a new alternating building that would be filled with fewer people rather than a filling about the city's security.

To the new lords walking around the city on their own feet, the inhabitants of the city, who were bewildered at first, gradually began to greet them by remembering their faces.

I honestly thought it would be a hassle, one, two, three, but when I thought it was someone who would generate money and supplies for the war, I naturally started to raise my hand and respond.

"Something's making the atmosphere a little nicer."

Oliga smiled as she made tea for one, two, three.

If I noticed, I thought, one, two, three, that Oliga wouldn't be next to me except when I had a job.

"Really? Well, no one's been poking around since I became lord, and Vichy hasn't made a move. Peace will be frustrating as it is all along, but it will soon be a big battle anyway. If you think you're ready for it, it'll be fun."

But it was also true that I was getting tired of a few days of peace. As I spend my time teaching unfamiliar politics, I feel the smell of battle disappear from me. I have a feeling that for more than a decade, when I was on a stuffy planet without killing me, it would spring up again.

"The... Alyssa told me"

With Origa's voice, the consciousness that was sinking into thought returned.

"What?

"Dear One Twenty-Three, I have been sent a letter to the Vichy Central Committee stating that I would like to offer Bailevra. Thank you."

It seems Alyssa consults Oliga a lot, so I guess that's where she heard. I didn't even intend to hide it.

"We haven't had any results yet, and there's honestly no guarantee that Vichy will move. It's not like you're thanking me."

"It's not the result, and I'm glad you did. So, the..."

Turning his face bright red, Origa tries to convey something with her mojo, but she can't put it into words inside.

Seeing it this way, it was one, two, three that I didn't even think it was my fault that she was the right girl for the year, but she's been slated for some reason lately.

"You better not tell me what's going on from there."

"What?"

"I'm a man, too. I'm glad you feel that way."

One, two, and three urged Oliga to the couch at the reception, and he sat himself in the front.

"But you were a slave. I bought you as a slave. Vengeance is not satisfactorily served either. Well, I hear Kasha was good with that one. I'm not saying it's because you're near me for revenge, but is there any part of me that looks good like some kind of imprint?

"Oh, that's not true!

Oliga felt her feelings denied and overflowed with tears.

"Calm down. Sometimes I still don't want someone in this world to calm down and have that kind of relationship. It's my convenience. Sorry."

Seeing one, two, three with his head down, Origa felt much calmer.

"Oh, no, dear one, two, three, keep your head down on me, etc., please don't!

"I don't hate you. But more than that, it's not a conceivable situation now. Right...... when things settle down with Vichy, I'll make time to talk slowly. I hope Oliga didn't change her mind then."

One, two, three were jokingly talkative, but Origa took it seriously.

"Okay. My feelings remain the same, but I will try to prove to you that she deserves to be beside Lady One, Two, Three. So would you look at me?

"... ok"

You couldn't help but be satisfied with the one, two, three responses, Origa smiled back and said she was going back to work and left the room graciously.

The remaining one, two, three, take out the knife and confirm your fullness. Even though I knew I wouldn't spill the blade, this was getting routine.

(Lover, marriage? I didn't think about it over there, but when I became a nobleman, it felt like I'd read it in a book, and my daughter would rub it off. I hear a lot about it, Oliga, but whoever I'm dealing with, will my personality be rounded up when I get married? Would you be able to stop killing people?

I was afraid that I would become more perverted than killed. For the first time in this world, I thought I was scared.

No way, one, two, three mocked herself for not thinking that the first fear was a women's relationship.

There is nothing important in the present one, two, three. The country, the city, can throw it out at any time, and sacrificing the people will be done without confusion, depending on the circumstances. Separation from Kasha, too, I thought there would be fewer people available, but I didn't think anything emotionally. Pajo and Sabnak are also going to kill without question if they are close or enemies.

(Who would want to be the wife of a guy like this...)

Or would that be an important opponent if my wife could? If I could have children......

"Stop. You're just disgusting."

I couldn't help but worry about things I hadn't decided, and I immersed myself in the continuation of my work.

Apparently, Torn is not the only one who works fast, but Dwarves in general.

The Dwarf slaves, bought in by one, two, three from Woolal, were vigorously doing the job they had been given since the first day of their arrival in Focarol.

As a dedicated production squad in the realm, the slave dwarf Pulfras was the leader, and 10 dwarves were separated into several groups to work. There are 15 Dwarves bought in, but the rest are under construction in the city.

The work area is bought and used for spacious work site trails.

When I saw the one, two, three that I visited, Pulfras rushed over.

"Oh, lord."

"Looks like work is progressing."

Even though it was only a day from the start of the work, several pieces had already been arranged beside the workplace.

"No, no, because you gave me a good job, I'll do my best. I thought I'd become a slave and work until I died in the mine like this, but I'm all thankful to my lord that I can make something that I've never seen before. Come on, make sure you're doing what you're told!

I will be guided by Pulfras to check the work in turn.

Created by one, two, three instructions are stone throwers and large bowgun-like weapons, made to eject simple wooden spears instead of arrows. If you make a lot in a short period of time, it's because spears are faster than making arrows to just scrape and make.

Plus, it's a trolley that's about the size of a car. I had a hard time explaining how it works, but I instructed it as a top priority because I thought it was essential to revitalise industry by increasing the means of transport. A simple mechanism for moving the handle up and down and a brake that can be controlled with a single stick just arrived.

"I know the weapon, but what are we going to do with this trolley?” Sure, putting heavy stuff on it makes it easy for both of us to move around, but if I try to make it as shown, I don't have the ability to bend it. "

"Pull a dedicated rail. Place the two bars in parallel, to be precise, and put them on top of it. If the stick curves, it bends along."

"I see."

"You've done the motion test, haven't you? I'm going to need some backup staff, so I'm going to need you to lay two rails around the city."

One, two, and three, who gave him drawings from all over the city, showed him the line drawn to the road part.

"You got two?

"It would be useful to have a reverse turn. If disseminated as a cheap means of mobility, circulation and movement of people throughout the city will be activated"

"This is a people's thought."

I see. One, two, three laughed refreshingly at the exaggerated pull flass.

"No, I'm going to have that rail made for branching out of the city. On the border."

"Not on the Wang Du side?

"Naturally. This is for the quick transport of war supplies, right? People and supplies would be so advantageous if they could be arranged quickly."

Pulfras took a breath to the young lord, who laughed and told him about the noise.

(Is this the rumored hero Knight of the Fine Sword?

Pulfras felt something more horrible than a hero.

But if I reconsider my position, I changed my mind not to miss the instructions of one, two, three, that there was nothing else but to show my arm here.

With a hunch that this city will one day be a battlefield.