Survival in Another World With My Master

We installed a large Golem transmitter at Fort Alpha, and we flew to our next destination immediately. Security instructions will fly from Arihibourg soon, so we're no-touch. We're on vacation anyway.

"After all, the rear surveillance, the deployment of a new communications machine, and the friendship with the black forest elves are just in front of us?

"Yes"

Sylphie is right about the building. It's essentially a vacation.

The Liberation Army leader, Silfi, looks out at the rear base, deploys Golem communicators to the area, and meets with the elders of the elf village, who have not spoken directly for a while.

I'm with you. I am the only one who can communicate with the dragon Grande, the rider, and I can easily transport supplies using my abilities. In fact, I am storing and transporting various crops, favorites, materials and other items procured in Arihibourg, and I plan to release the materials to the central base and rear base of the Omit Great Wilderness, which I plan to visit earlier, of course.

"I haven't seen it for a while. What's going on with the rear base?

"Basically, you seem to be living a relaxed life. There's plenty of land and no food or water to worry about."

"Most of the people there lived a harsh life in the rock salt mine and were weak... maybe we should specialize in sanatoriums."

"There's magic coming from lack of pulse, and I want to grow it not only as a sanatorium, but also as a hub for technological research and a source of magic crystals."

"Speaking of which, there are quite a few ruins buried around here, right? Perhaps as a hub for explorers."

While talking about that, I will now stop at the central hub.

"Long time no see."

"Something... you've succeeded."

"Haha, because if you don't succeed, you'll die."

Psycho, who had the impression that it was very flabbergasting, was undergoing transformation. My body is one turn more than I remember... no, I feel like my body is getting bigger twice. Does this mean Six has adapted to harsh environments... amazing subhuman.

"If you don't succeed, you'll die... you're not fighting."

"I'm fighting. In a way."

Every night.

"Yes"

Six's eyes suddenly lost light. The R&D department here is kind of like Psycho Harlem... I'm sorry, most men, including me, were on the front lines that time.

"... good luck"

"Yeah."

Hand over a drawstring bag containing a Magic Stone and Mythrill ingots that had been crushed to the size of a dead psyche. Now that Sykes and the others are studying the relay base station and radio broadcasting technology of the Golem communication machine, Mithrill, who boasts magic sparkle stones with magic savings and amplification capability and good magic conduction capability, should be useful.

Six was surprised, but when I told him I could make it, my eyes were dead again.

"Where is Koske headed...?

"Mithrills and magic stone chickens."

Ah.

I was convinced. It's not like you're producing a mythrill or a magic stone by saying, "Laaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"? I'm just making the ingredients. I'm just making them. It seems that the rate is a little strange.

After lunch at the central hub, we fly again, and now we're at the rear hub.

This is the first large base to be built, with a capacity of 3,000 people. It is quite spacious because there are fewer than 1,000 people living there today.

"But are you alive?

"According to reports, there are no gizma raids and there are plenty of crops to take from the fields. The magic equipment that can use the endless magic gained from lack of pulse is also widespread, and it seems to be able to live a very rich life."

There is also a boundary between monsters. Most of the people who live here lived a harsh life in the rock salt mine, so should I get some medical attention for a while?

"I can't say that forever because the current situation is a shortage of manpower. Those who are back in shape seem to be digging and exploring ruins."

I see.

The residents were surprised to see the dragon fly for the first time, but it seems that the information was also shared here via communication, and it was not suddenly intercepted.

"Your Highness, thank you for coming."

The old man who welcomed us was probably a dog or a werewolf, and the residents of the rear base.

"Thank you for picking me up. Donnel"

The old man, named Donnell by Sylphie, was once famous as a high-ranking adventurer, and during the war twenty years ago he had already retired from active duty as a branch manager of the Adventurers Guild in a city in the Kingdom of Merinard. You're already quite a grandfather.

Now I'm taking advantage of the experience of that time to act like a back-office supervisor.

"But I didn't know you had the dragon... but the boulder was Koske."

Grande is my friend.

I see.

I didn't make pets and servants nostalgic, so I will correct the area for now. After all, I caught it with Merti's violence and the food I provided, so it might be more accurate to take care of it, as Mr. Donnell said.

"Silfi, I'm going to release the supplies."

"Yeah, I'll talk to Donnell for a second."

Break up with Silfi and move to the stockpile warehouse. Watch the people on the road, but every resident has a gentle expression and good skin gloss. When I first came here, they all looked worn out and terrible, so my life here seems to have improved a lot.

When they realize I'm here, they all say thank you.

"Thank you, I have a decent life thanks to you."

"It was thanks to you that I was able to raise my children without worries. Thank you very much."

"My father's illness healed when I came here. Thank you, brother."

The subordinate refugees who were wary of me are now far more friendly. When you say thank you in this way, you realize that what you've done so far has saved these people.

Well, if that's why what I did was justice, the world isn't that simple.

I did save the sub-refugees here. But he is killing many times the soldiers of the King's march and making his family miserable. That's why I'm talking about what it is, but I think you should keep it in mind. I wonder if it would be easier in a world where everything can be divided neatly between justice and evil.

Properly respond to residents expressing gratitude by discharging supplies into the warehouse and storing surplus crops and products. Rear bases are made mainly of food and metal weapons, armor, and other household goods made of water wheel power and magic processing machines.

Especially food and metalwork. From what I've heard, it seems that the food was harvested from my fields and that the yield has not declined so far. Awesome farmland block. What the hell is going on?

Also, it seems that the metal workpieces were massively refined in a large furnace using magic from a nearby mining site, and then forged with a hammer with water wheel power and magic power. As far as I can tell, all of them are of good quality.

Now you're trying to add magic to your ore refinery to produce massive amounts of Magic Iron and Steel. If that happens, don't improve the quality of the Liberation Army's equipment any further.

There was also a considerable amount of Magic Crystal in stock. Since this can be done more and more simply by making the machine work, it seems that the production of the machine is still increasing. Magic Crystals can also be used as an Enchant catalyst, and as powerful as Magic Stones and Magic Crystals. Unlike Magic Stones, they cannot be processed into Magic Stones, but they can be used as a stable magic source with higher output than Magic Stones.

I don't know the difference, but it seems that there is a different demand than Magic Stones and Magic Stones.

Upon completion of the release and containment of supplies, Sylvie had just finished his meeting with Donnell. Next, install a large Golem communicator in a pre-arranged location, and after confirming the operation, move to the final destination, the Black Forest.

It's been a long time since I've been back in the Elf Forest. Perhaps it hasn't changed that much, but I'm really excited to be able to go home. When we get there, we'll have a few days to relax with Sylvie.