Sweet Reincarnation

It was also past Kim Nang Moon, when the red moon entered.

In Morteln territory, winter executive meetings were held.

Incidentally, a board meeting is a slanderous term Pace calls a regular meeting of the ministers who support the lord.

Headed by Pace on behalf of the lord, the chief's shits and other discerning attendants are all in place, and since it will be the policy for the next year to discuss them here, they are all serious.

"Last year was a tough year."

Pace was the most open.

Last year it was a smiling tone, but of course it wasn't such a smiling story, and the attendants looked stunned.

"Let's get rid of it in one big word."

The shits make a representative tea.

In fact, his words are like representing the feelings of everyone but Pace.

It was Pace who played a role in the momentum of the world turning upside down and the word common sense. It was tough, and I don't want you to clean it up easily.

Damn it, be careful, this is the truth of Sergeant Shits.

"If you say so, there's nothing else you can say."

Well, yeah.

While Top 2 argues that there is no other love, the maids working in the Mansion distribute tea to the samurai.

The maids are not only grandchildren, but also grandchildren, and the farming work has become difficult for them, so they are employed for housework. Since tea is served with trembling hands, it is far from obvious that it is cooler to watch.

And the young newcomers will distribute the materials.

It is like a meeting schedule written on a thin wooden board like a pennya.

"Now, let's take a look at what you decided last year. Shits"

When everyone was ready, the boy most likely started the meeting.

It would be a homely place to omit any tough greetings.

Every year, every year, it is a Morteln house with a lot of incidents. It has been a routine event of the past few years that I have struggled with just to recap last year.

Heh. Firstly, tax-related. Someone did it and the money was rotten, so it was decided to waive all taxes for the next three years. "

Wow.

That's awesome.

Tax exemption for three years.

Many people had heard the rumors, but the surprise was spread by being told the truth.

In a difficult world, it is common sense that money can't be easily earned even if you want to earn it. Nobles or not, that's the same thing.

Ordinary Territorial Nobles keep their income directly linked to their own. So, taxes are silver anyway.

Winemaking, salt making, or shipping. I'm still better off running my own business. If the aristocrats themselves were to do business, there would be no such thing as a deficit when combined with power.

However, some nobles are not suitable for such business.

In the first place, if business is guaranteed to be profitable for everyone, there will be no one in the world who is in trouble with money. It is not uncommon for a powerful aristocrat to be exposed to competition from other aristocrats or to defects in the way business is conducted. Rather, there are many of them. There are only a handful of successful candidates.

When it comes to how people who are territorially noble and poorly traded make money, they have to squeeze it out of their people. Makes money for a man who is good at making money, and pushes him forward. Many nobles think this is a smart way to do it.

Nobles take money from their people in the form of taxes in order to make absolute use of their privilege of being noble. This is common sense in the world. At least there was no nobility against this common sense.

But Pace made his own money and declared that he would not pay any taxes to his people.

This is unlikely to flip the very essence of territorial management.

"The treasurer can rest assured that we already have an alternative source of finance. I take a lot of spare money, so I can rest assured as long as I don't have much to do."

Spinning words to reassure the Shiites as they look around in surprise.

Unfortunately, some were accustomed to the cunning of the Morteln family and realized the disturbance of the Sergeant's words. Like the old stocks and the nicolo of the vault.

"Sergeant, there's something disturbing about every word."

I can rest assured as long as nothing goes wrong.

Only people who are unaware of the many disasters that have befallen the Morteln family so far can be reassured by this phrase.

There is an out-of-standard confectionery madman who defeated Dai Long and made a lot of money. He is still roaring a lot of gold coins, and he has strategic supplies to turn the church into an enemy. He has received a new territory like an unknown chunk.

If there are people who can breathe in saying, "I'm relieved it won't happen so much," it can be either an idiot with a bottomless heart or a grand masterpiece with an immobile heart for anything.

"Right? I think so, too. Don't let anything strange happen.... No, don't worry, I'll do my job as far in advance as I can."

Uiiu

Make sure something happens and get ahead of the job. Does this mean that it is easy to say and difficult to do?

Together with the increase in personnel, the workload has been the same as before. I don't know if I can do it, but it's the young people who cry at jobs that are not always easy.

The number of people should be increasing, but the job will not change. Should we praise good management or incarcerate demons who increase their work?

The old stocks have thought seriously about the latter.

"Also, this tax exemption raises concerns about an increase in immigration."

Complete tax exemption brings people together.

When people gather, money gathers, and when money gathers, work increases. And work is a circle of calling people.

Because of unprecedented measures, I don't know how influential it is, but at least it will be attractive to immigrants.

"If it's free of taxes and a lot of work, then so be it."

"Tobiam is right, people will gather on their own in the present situation. At the same time, security is getting worse."

There's more trouble.

It makes sense that the more people there are, the more disturbances there are.

Tobiam, the security officer in Shinchon, who was established for immigrants, was overwhelmed by the hunch that things were going to get more troublesome. Discussions about security continue as the old man's harsh face becomes more frightening.

"If you are an immigrant who has accumulated properly, has the skills and skills, and has a decent personality, you would be very welcome, but they are not going to become immigrants."

In Tobiam's words, the faces gathered are much smaller and more agreeable.

What kind of person is it that emigrates in this world in the first place?

First of all, people who are rich and have jobs do not. Although there is already a stable living foundation, there are no people who abandon it and think of a new life in a new land.

It is also rare for a smart person to become an immigrant. If you have a clear mind, you usually have a job in hand, and even so, there are many homes that want talented people. We have good terms and conditions to hire, but we will not bother to come to Morteln territory.

The same is true of those with superior technology. Why do I have to go to a remote place because I have a job in my hand?

"Oh, there's no storage, no learning, no job. You may have rough personality or be disliked. There are so many immigrants. Therefore, I will increase the number of security personnel. Tobiam put it together."

"Oh, let me handle it."

Tobiam smacks his chest confidently as he tells him to. Regardless of how credible the confidence of the shop is, Pace nodded and said she had to work responsibly when she contracted.

"Tobiam and the boys are making a manual. Follow that and deal with the problem as small as possible. If you do it according to the manual, you also have the right to a summary trial. It's up to you to beat them up in a tavern."

"Okay."

The squire was a semi-autonomous class, but there was a conflict in giving the court jurisdiction.

Summary trials of current arrests. It is a powerful authority in some cases, but it is the result of the upper management's judgment that strictness is also necessary to protect security.

If you need someone who can outrun you in a tavern, you'll have to deal with a militant Tobiam with a strong hand and make him grow up even if he hits you.

It's a very concise and rough way to do things, but it's also a fact that I can't afford to take the trouble of listening to the best and reporting to the lord for a trial.

Particular concern has been expressed here about disruptive work from other places, so the focus is on increasing the number of personnel.

"Next, to increase livestock production."

Shits reads out the next agenda.

"This is from me. Morteln territory is expanding, but people are consuming more food and more. With the planned development of fields and flood control led by Grasage, grain production is increasing at a pace higher than population growth, so there is no problem, but meat and other imports from outside are noticeable. That's why we're setting up a new ranch in the eastern region to double our meat production. The person in charge is Slavomir, but of course there will be more people here."

Food consumption increases with increasing numbers of people.

In particular, the higher consumption of meat compared to cereals is expected to increase at a faster pace than ever due to better gold surroundings.

Pick buds before problems arise. It is a hand by Pace. Of course, while satisfying the reason for the appearance, the purpose of the back (sweets) was to pin if it was sensitive.

"What about more livestock?

"Basically, we prioritize efficient things like chickens and pigs. However, we will continue to increase the number of dairy cows."

"If you're a chicken and a pig, the pig feels more fry.

If you compare chicken to pig, pig is better if you only look at meat production.

Slavomir, the livestock sergeant, said it from a professional point of view, but Pace certainly knew that, but he nevertheless promised to increase the number of chickens.

The honest animal number nods when he finds out.

"In the case of chickens, there are also eggs, so please balance them."

"If you're a boy, you might want to make something out of eggs."

Pace wants chicken eggs.

That's what I expected, and the shits stabbed him in the neck.

"Of course. Fruit parfait was popular with Rico and José's sisters, so I'm working on making pudding. Parfait and pudding are a good combination."

The Pace told me so without any naughtiness.

I want to increase the number of chickens so that I can lay lots of eggs, and lower the cost of making sweets so that I can enjoy making sweets as much as I want. Not for the territory, but for myself.

Especially the policy of running to the fullest for hobbies and enriching the territory.

No matter where you go, Pace is Pace.

"That's it. Slab, chicken is good enough. Plenty of pigs."

"It's tyranny!!

"Proper allocation," he said. What are you going to do with your hobbies to talk about the lack of manpower? "

Mu

Pace was dissatisfied with the Sergeant's reasoning, but he did not object, reluctantly agreeing.

When left alone, the shithead shrugs his shoulders in the struggle to hold the reins of the next lord, who runs wild.

"If that's okay with the boy's selfishness, what else?

"Yes"

"Prohor, what is it? Tell me."

A young delegate, Prohor, raised his hand to seek permission to speak.

"I understand the personnel, but please consider investigating the Magic Forest as soon as possible."

Are you investigating the forest?

A new territory given to the Morteln family. The poorer the country, the wider the forest.

As a matter of confirmation, there is even the fact that Dai Long lived there.

There is a fear of sucking in resources, manpower and money everywhere you start.

However, there are many opponents.

"Nnamon, why don't you just wait?

"No, you'll need it early."

Prohor doesn't bend his own story while seniors do a lot of other things, so it's okay to leave the Magic Forest behind.

Tell me why.

"To dispel my anxiety about the Magic Forest."

"Anxiety?"

Everyone wrinkles their necks, no matter what.

"We're also researching shallow parts of the forest and making maps. So, to some extent, you can be optimistic about the Magic Forest. However, there are more and more people who are not familiar with the Magic Forest at a time when there are more immigrants from other places. From their point of view, the dragon may be sleeping next to it. The fact that you haven't been in the woods at least once since the Tai Ryu appeared is nothing but an act of anxiety."

"Well, that sounds like a bad speculation."

Pace nodded as soon as possible to the reasoning behind Prohor's opinion.

The roots of human fear are unknown. Don't know is like a relative with an emotion of fear. There are rumours that are fuelled by speculation and hearsay that are fundamentally unknown.

Situations where you are unsure whether or not there is a threat, or what kind of threat, create unwanted anxiety. Everyone knows that even if a threat exists as a fact, it is not a strange myth.

"Yes, once you enter the forest and publicize that there is no particular anxiety, I think immigrants can live without feeling anxious about the Magic Forest, and the reduction of anxiety also affects security. I think it's a necessary policy to pick up the bud of anxiety before it becomes a big problem."

"That's a good suggestion. Let's consider it positively and fill in the details."

"Yes"

I should have listened to Prohor.

The agenda will be moved to the next level for further consideration.

"Anything else?

Ah, may I have a moment?

Chief Sokihoro, come in.

Next up was Horwood Mill Sochihoro.

He is a nobleman, but not a title.

He is the director of a Mortairn-run research institute and is in a position to know the top secret end of the Mortairn family.

This town is a powerful assistant to Pace in terms of intelligence.

"I don't know what the policy is, but there's a report."

What is it?

"Recently, I was investigating the dragon's residue and discovered something interesting."

"Interesting stuff?

The Daiyu materials have already been cleaned up.

Unspoiled objects are strictly controlled by the underground warehouse Pace dug up, and most of them turn into astronomical amounts of money in the first place.

However, there are some left.

A man with rough hair doesn't dare to say clearly, but the remnants of the dragon are scratched from the intestines of the dragon. An early story is shit.

Something mixed with the undigested product is a product that is difficult to handle. I am studying whether it can be used as a fertilizer, but a middle-aged man says that there was a mixture of things that could not be overlooked.

"An object of this magnitude with a very prominent color."

A Hollywood researcher creates a circular shape by hand. If it is the size, is it about the size of a small watermelon?

"Whatever we found was in the“ residue. ”It is a mystery in the darkness to say what the dragon was eating, and I don't know what kind of digestion it is. Your story is out of my field of expertise in the first place."

Ha.

The ecology of organisms is a field of expertise that is systematized as a field of research. Although he has a long background as a researcher, he is said to have insufficient knowledge of the biological system.

"But it seemed very sturdy as a thing, and at first I was wondering if it was some kind of mineral. I was wondering if there was anything I could do in my area of expertise. As a result, it seems like there are no minerals."

"Huh?"

Fortunately, clothing researchers specialize in minerals.

I know a lot about underground resources from my long history of exploring materials that can be a medium for magic.

That's why, at first, I was investigating minerals that I didn't know. The report is now about the researcher's reluctance to make vague reports.

"That's what I thought. Found residue from the“ total drainage hole ”. Maybe it's not digestion, it's breeding."

The dragon seems to be one of the lizards.

Therefore, even if there was an organ called the total drainage hole, it was not strange.

And the function of the total drainage hole is in addition to the excretion.

"... maybe an egg?

"It's not clear yet, but it seems likely. I thought you should know, but was it awkward?

It is doubtful whether it was a good story to discuss policy, but Pace apologizes.

"No, thank you for the important information. Everyone is right. The information is not yet definitive, and we will issue a decree on dragon eggs. Except for the humans here, even if they don't talk in the grass."

"I understand."

"Now, the next agenda....."

The Morteln meeting continued until late that evening.