Sweet Reincarnation

- Conkon.

"Excuse me. I'm building a new farm that was approved the other day...?" What about the young man? "

"I'm not here right now."

Batchley-Mauret glanced around the room and dropped his shoulder at the words of the hero.

Yeah, I'm in a hurry, but where did you go?

Pace currently holds the ultimate responsibility for agriculture in the Mortelun territory.

The top of the Mortelun family is casserole, but the top of the Mortelun domain is Pace.

It's easy to confuse it because there are many cases of war reorganizations where a family has only one territory, but the top of the territory and the top of the house are strictly different.

It is easy to understand by taking the example of a house with several enclaves of territory like a royal family. In this case, the top of one land is who it is, and the top of another land is who else, so that there are multiple tops of the territory, and the royal lord reigns over them.

Even in the Mortelun family, the difference between the territory management and the house was different, and Pais was officially responsible as the lord's representative.

I mean, I can't work without Pais.

It is only natural for Batchley to complain.

"I don't know."

She throws away the complaints of her subordinates in a fairly disrespectful manner.

"The young amulet is the job of a non-commissioned officer."

"Is there a reason for that?" Even if you give me 100 steps and I need your amulet, I'm going to win too much. Let the casserole do it. "

If the sergeant-in-command was really entrusted with Pais' amulet, the first thing he would do was lock him up in a magical, unusable office.

It wouldn't be viable to capture a silver-haired boy who was made to [move instantly] by magic.

Even if I wanted to keep a rope around my neck, the sergeant wouldn't hide a sigh.

Your lordship is the capital of the kingdom, isn't he?

It's easier than looking for him.

That's right.

- Conkon.

"Excuse me."

Mr. Slavomir.

It was Slavomir who visited the office to follow Batchley.

A man who runs the entire agricultural administration of the territory, and a servant of the Morterlung family who is a healing male.

Although they are from the lower class and have some difficulty in education and speech, they have been trained in agricultural work and physical labor since their physical strength was small, and they are entrusted with the agricultural policy because their original ground is very good.

A victim and beneficiary of the Mortelleun family's human resources, who defeats humans who can use them indifferently.

Oh, Batch, did Master Pace just say something about that?

Slavomir asks his men.

"No, that's why the young man is out somewhere."

"That's a problem." If we don't hurry, the worst thing we can do is fight. "

Wow, that's a little noisy, isn't it?

Slavomir's words sound like a completely troubled breeze because he said it was troubling, but his tone was sober with a mixed accent.

However, he has a serious personality. It is a situation that is said to be troublesome in charge of agricultural affairs, so it is really troublesome.

The interaction between Batchley and Slavomir seemed quite urgent.

The sergeant commander added a line of complaint list to the incoming lord who went somewhere on his own. This list that I am writing in my mind has already reached the level that can be called a scroll at the earliest.

Isn't that permission from the sergeant?

"I can't give you permission without talking to you."

The position of sergeant chief is not Date.

Although we have to get Pais' final clearance, there are times when he will give us a provisional clearance if we really have to deal with this in a hurry.

It is possible that Pais, who heard the report, will withdraw the permission, but at first it was possible as an authority.

But that's all we need to be careful of.

Even when I'm busy, things like getting back to work add to the workload.

First of all, he urged the two of them to explain.

"No, no... how many times?" In the defense plan I told you at the meeting last month, you were talking about putting the walls in the east? "

"Yeah, I'm listening."

And the house of Morteelun gathereth together those who were the lords of the servants, and they make regular meetings.

It is because there is magic that can be gathered instantly even by people in the distance, but the purpose is to facilitate the work by keeping everyone's communication close, and to enable each person to act independently with a common perception.

Among them, the sweetness of immigration control in the east was regarded as a problem.

Currently, the eastern part of the Morteln Territory borders the rest of the territory in succession. If you want to enter the territory, you can come in from anywhere, and what can be called immigration control is a good place for monkeys.

There is a certain control over the flowing rocks as they enter the city of Thersteden, the capital of the Morteln realm, but it is a barrier built to encircle the city.

Regarding the influx of spies into the Mortelun family in recent years.

As expected, if something is not done, it will be out of control, and it was decided last month to circle the walls of the eastern region to make immigration screening easier.

So if Koro-chan did a preliminary survey of the terrain and ground, she said that she thought it might be necessary to revise the defense plan.

"Amendment of the plan?"

"When you dig in the terrain, the water is about to spring up." If you wanted to build a moat, that would be fine, but you didn't have a plan for that, did you? "

Yeah.

The original plan was to build the walls in three stages.

The first stage of making only by rushing along the street. The second stage surrounds the villages of the eastern region. The third stage covers the entire eastern region, including the mountains, and forms a bulwark.

Now, we are conducting an investigation for the first stage.

The person in charge is Msgr. Corona. My nickname is Koro-chan.

She was judged to be qualified if she had a serious personality and a painting that was rigorous and honest.

It was Koro-chan who had been assigned to the major role, but the geological investigation found that the groundwater veins were nearby.

Having struggled to dig wells without enough water, he said that he was completely concerned about the situation in the eastern region, where water gushed immediately after digging.

So, we decided to relocate some of the walls.

"Who's saying that?"

"Mr. Tobiam and Mr. Grassage."

"Are those two talking?"

Apart from Tobiam, which has a rough personality, Grassage is a big town that covers all the work in its territory.

What he is saying is that the problem is really serious.

Change the location from the current construction site.

It's easy to put it in words, but in reality it's pretty tough. The estimated quantity of materials to be procured will be completely different, the ground survey will be redone, the construction period will have to be reviewed, and the arrangement of personnel and feet will be redone.

It really is a headache.

"It seems that it is still packed at the draft stage..."

So?

The construction site of the wall under consideration in the draft will be quite similar to the planned site of the new ranch.

"Oh, that's tough."

He struck his hammer with a voice that didn't sound very good at all.

I guess I'll be lucky. To this extent, it stopped moving at the earliest.

Compared to the sudden return of the dragon, the problem is extremely common sense and serenity.

"Do you prioritize the ranch or the barrier?" We have to make up our minds early. "

"That's right. We should make up our minds. I'm sure of it."

Exactly, the nodding hero.

Right? Then we'll go back to work because we reported it.

Thank you, Sergeant Major, for the rest of your time.

I pressed the sergeant to speak to him, so thank you for the rest.

The attitude of Slavomir and Batchley, whose words are invisible.

If I were in that position, I would be able to make it easier, but the wrinkles between his brows only deepened.

"Please come back soon. Well, I can't help it if I have to go to work."

The head of the Mortelun family complains of being bumped into.

Pais is accurate and quick to make decisions, no matter what. Pais was undoubtedly responsible for the rise of the Mortelun territory.

In particular, all of the new businesses that Pais has been conducting recently were invented by Pais. Only Pais looks forward to its full scope and future, and it is inevitable that work will not progress without Pais.

After that, my subordinates often come to consult about their work.

There are many things that can't be decided by a non-commissioned officer, such as trial-related and diplomatic-related matters.

And he was ripe for his work, as he set his accumulated work upon the desk of Pais.

"Oh, my God."

"You're finally back, Boy."

It's been a while since Pais suddenly thought of going out.

When he left his job alone, the angry tip came back to where he was hiding his anger.

"Even if I'm busy with work, I've got a lot to think about, so you can't go out anymore."

"It's harder than that."

Unusually, Pais was in a panic.

Ahhh?

Doss's shrewd, low voice groaned at Pais.

It's not for long to call a job like that. It's an unforgivable sentiment.

Something out of the ordinary was happening in our territory.

Ahn?

Pais is what I've seen. No, I'll tell him what I felt.

"There was a body of a deer (Gaen) that was apparently attacked by something. That's about three."

Isn't it a bear or something?

It's not uncommon for herbivores to be attacked by carnivores.

It could be a wolf, a bear, or a tiger.

It can't be Dalong, but creatures that prey on deer were common in the Divine Kingdom. The point made by the sheikh is that it is not due to those carnivores.

“No, that was weird.”

Is that crazy?

"I was blowing bubbles from my mouth and I was dead. And although it was rotten, the fur was beautiful."

That's weird indeed, isn't it?

If the damage was caused by carnivores, it would be unusual to leave the prey they attacked unattended. Not to mention, it's funny that the fur is intact, and it's impossible to die by blowing bubbles.

"There is a possibility that external forces are infiltrating."

Shetu presents the possibility as the job responsibility of the chief sergeant.

Kill the herbivore. I don't know what the purpose is, but if humans killed deer, it's not people in the vicinity who kill in such a strange way. Obviously I feel different cultures.

"I won't forgive anyone who interferes with my sweets, no matter what they do!!"

Pais had a melamine and a flame of passion burning in his eyes.

I am accumulating work again.

There was one more sigh from the sheikh.