Sweet Reincarnation

”Eek!!”

Along with the man's voice, there is a loud noise.

"Hey, the building materials are almost there." If you put it here, it will interfere with people's entry and exit. "

The scene of loud noises.

Grassage, who also served as the scene supervisor, blamed him and issued a warning.

Usha, Mr. Glass, I'm sorry.

It is a large stone that is transported as building material.

The territory of Mortelun is surrounded only by mountains, and there is no difficulty with stone.

To put it another way, what was carefully shattered and moved is literally one mountain at a time in the territory.

Part of the mountain that originally blocked the northern part of the Morteln Territory was destroyed by the magic of Pais and the "magic candle", and it was moved extensively.

From the rocks that seem to have a castle to the pebbles just before your fingers. We no longer need to struggle to collect stones.

I was delighted with the architecture of the realm, Grassage.

For example, if it is a boulder, it can be the foundation of a muddy land or it can be processed into a building as it is.

Pebbles are pebbles and are used as gravel. It can be used as a pavement for roads, or it can be spread on the foundations of a house to consolidate the ground.

A stone that can be freely chosen in any size is a very valuable building material. Grassage's opinion was that it would be good to have one.

Even though it would be easier if you could form it, it is only a matter of luxurious hopes that have emerged.

What I'm carrying is a stone the size of a watermelon. As for what a man can carry by himself, it is just as big.

Use a lot of this to build dikes and waterways.

As expected, if you are transported by yourself, accidents will occur, and people who break their hips or make their legs worse will also appear, so use tools to transport one from two to four people.

The size that can be carried by one person is such that it can be fine-tuned even after putting it down. It's a waterway, so we need to assemble it so that we don't create as many gaps as possible.

Repeat precision puzzles over and over again. Grassage also has several men, but this is probably already a craftsmanship job.

I couldn't let go of Grassage, and I've been working closely with the superintendent here for a while.

And that's because all of Thessaloniki flourishes.

At present, the main village (Tsarsden), which is the capital of the territory of Morteln, does not already have the size of a village, but a population that should be called a town.

And, happily, the population is still growing.

Of course, immigrants from other lands are also immigrants, but above all, the baby rush continues.

This is also Pace's policy, but Mortelun citizenship residents are paid all expenses related to raising children and giving birth. In addition, the lump-sum payment for childbirth is also quite large. If a family of five can live for three or four years, it will know the size of the amount.

It is a policy that can only be achieved because it is a Morterlung family that earns like an idiot in the auction of dragon materials and makes a profit in the confectionery industry of the business directly under the lord's family.

Establish a regular health checkup system for pregnant women, provide nutritional guidance during this period, and distribute food if necessary.

If you are a family with children, send a babysitter.

Even if you have to give birth, you can concentrate on giving birth with a generous system in a hospital where doctors are stationed day and night.

Of course, advanced hygiene guidance has been provided by Pais, and bacterial diseases such as puerperal fever and tetanus have also been drastically reduced.

Experienced doctors and midwives are also attracted with good treatment, and those employed by the Mortelle family can take maternity leave even if they are soldiers or working.

There are many other measures, and basically the policy is to increase childbirth.

Having a child makes life easier, and there are many couples in the Mortelun territory who are very active in childbirth.

Some of them come as pregnant immigrants and say that they give me citizenship, so I don't know what to do.

As a Mortelun family, I still recognize that immigrants who stick to common sense elsewhere have a lot of problems. If I can, I honestly feel that people who were born and raised in the territory of Mortelun and wore the common sense of Mortelun are more user-friendly. Maternity incentive policies also have the aspect of securing a high-quality workforce in anticipation of the future.

The more people who have a love for their hometown, the easier it is to prevent intelligence, but it's a secret that only the upper echelons know.

Population growth through immigration and birth incentives.

The upper levels share a common understanding (consensus) that this will continue in the future.

As a minister of the groin, I knew that Grassage, a member of the upper echelon, would have a growing population in the future, and I also knew that it would inevitably not be able to absorb the growing population in today's cityscape.

What is really needed is 10 or 20 years away, but we will expand the city now in preparation for that time.

It is too late to expand in disorder. Planned expansion with order and rationality.

That's Grassage's job.

It is a work that is plain and unobtrusive, but that must support the foundation of the Mortelun family.

Can I stay here?

Oh, that's fine. Then I'll ask you to transport the materials.

Ugh.

Grassage turns a blind eye to the plan at hand.

The next expansion plan is to relocate the artisan town.

There are artisans gathered from all over the country in the territory of Mortelun, each with a strong attachment.

While it is expected that many people will not want to move from the old artisan town, it is essential to increase industrial production capacity in line with the growing population.

Grassage is also enthusiastic that if this plan, which has a large budget, sufficient manpower, and an affordable construction period, fails, it will not be a cause other than his own.

There were many other jobs, and there was even room for a smile in the plan, which was well underway.

Grassage!!

Pais' voice rushes across the earth.

I looked back at Grassage's voice, which seemed to pass a lot, and I could see Pais in the distance.

It was the next lord to be at the center of the conversation wherever I was. Even from a distance, you can't be mistaken.

Grassage greeted Pais with a smile.

"Oh, you're young, aren't you?" Why are you in such a hurry? "

Now it was Grassage-Idrihappa who called Pais. The bow was taken by Morteleun, a famous majesty.

In the Mortelun family, Pais and Casserole are the prime ministers of the pedigree, and it is also a town where Pais and Casserole entrust all civil engineering relations in the territory.

And he has the boldness to be said to be immobile.

It's very reliable when it comes to battle, but in normal times, it looks like it's somewhat dull.

It's a nice day, too.

That's right.

Grassage stops greeting the construction supervisor, and Pais is poisoned for a moment.

"By this time, the planned road construction plan for the twelfth period is likely to be completed as scheduled"

“It's superimposed, but we don't have time for that right now.”

As Grassage's explanation of his pace almost started the meeting, Pais recalls his original purpose and makes a serious expression.

Looking at the crispy man, Grassage seems to have realized that it was nothing serious.

The next lord, who can only cause trouble every day, will also tighten it when tightening it. It is because of that trust that I am the lord's substitute. When Pais is serious, he is usually in trouble.

Pace is a troublemaker with a proven track record of trust.

"... what happened?"

Pais nodded to the question of Grassage, who was half sure.

I've discovered traces of what appears to be an outsider.

Outsiders. I don't know who they are, but I'm sure they're dangerous.

From the nuance of the words, Grassage tightened herself, feeling that it was not even a simple story.

A rotten Mortelleun warrior. Changing his mind, he changes quickly from a construction site salaried worker to a battle-scarred hero.

I want everyone to be gathered in the lord's hall immediately.

Got it.

Soon, Grassage started giving instructions to his men. Flying instructions are accurate and clear.

By letting your men run around, you'll hear from them soon enough.

Because Grassage is the most familiar with the geography of the realm, Pais went out of her way to find Grassage and issue a convocation order.

It was only a short time after Pais summoned all the servants packed in Tsarsden. It's been less than thirty minutes.

A testament to the well-trained servicemen of the Mortelun family who have inherited their elitist spirit.

What the hell happened out there?

Most of the young people gathered here.

In particular, there are many graduates of the last year's cadet school who worked in the form of half-training.

He says he's got enemies.

Hostile? Is there anyone who's attacked us?

"I don't know, but I can't rule out the possibility..."

So you've been able to get us together.

Naturally, young people cannot be included in the number of military operations unless they are unavoidably disadvantaged.

Especially in an elitist house like the Morteluns, humans who are less than a certain level pull their legs.

However, this is not the case with the unidentified enemy.

It makes sense to be prepared to the best of your ability in case something happens.

It's been a long time since we've been in sync, right?

"Well, look at him, he's tanned more than he was at school?"

The hustle and bustle quietens with loud noises.

Pace, Sheikh, and Grassage walked in with their vans and doors open.

In the realm of Morteln, the highest decision maker.

“I'll start explaining.”

Without the preface, Pais began to explain.

The content is very straightforward and easy to understand.

They said they found traces that could pose a threat to the outside world.

The person you found is Pais, so you don't have to doubt the authenticity of the information.

Thunderbolt, Windy Volcano. As Sun said, the soldiers were slow to listen, but it was difficult to see how long it had been.

In order not to turn back, it was explained that even in the current situation where there is still only uncertain information, we will estimate the crisis to the fullest extent and mobilize the majority of the moving forces to deal with it.

Young people nodded strangely.

"May I ask you a question?"

Here you go.

One of the young men raises his hand and asks permission to speak.

"What's wrong with that head...?"

Everyone's eyes are turned to Pais' head all at once.

More precisely, it is a confirming flying object pea-assisted that is stuck to the head.

"I won't ask you if you will follow me." You will be taking them with you as they are. unwillingly

The appendix of my head chirped happily.