Sweet Reincarnation

The magic of pastry transcription created wealth.

A true representation of this is the newly built mansion on Mortairn territory.

Stone walls that are firmly consolidated from the foundation and built to enclose the courtyard wells. Inside the mansion, the number of rooms made of brick-and-wire compartments exceeds thirty.

Even if it's not even a mansion, as a house of nobility, you can see the format there.

Newly built, it is a Lordship Hall. After piercing during the winter, it was just completed a while ago.

One of those rooms.

I dare you, same couch as before. Same booth. The new office, holding the lord's favorite chair and with the door securely thickened.

There were two men in the room. Whoever it is, it is a Mortairn two-top, casserole and Shiites.

"The profit from the sale of cloth products minus expenses is three quarters of eight syrups in the mare, the barley wine is two lets and eleven lobni in the bat, and the flour is one and four syrups and twenty-five lobni in the mare..."

Lightly, the numbers are told from the mouth of the squire chief Shiites. What is told is details of revenue and expenditure for the previous financial year. Mal means black, and Batu means deficit. A few years ago, all Mal's numbers were nil, but how about this year?

It is the role of the lord casserole to copy the numbers onto parchment paper while checking for any strange things.

"Sort of. So, combined with the extraordinary spending just now, the total is Mal's four robni and three-eighths, which is last year's income and expenditure. Congratulations. Finally, our management achieved a year-round deficit. It's a single year."

"Finally...... finally here we are"

A casserole sitting deep in your favorite chair.

Gently raise your neck and bring it to your back, meditating on your eyes with a slightly leaning back position. Reminds me as it is of twenty years that have been a streak of hard work.

In the past, I cut my money to feed my people and mercenaries.

"After all, don't cooperate with the boy."

"Must be. My son will be the son of God."

"I'm not saying that much. What kind of idiot is that?"

There are several factors contributing to the improvement of income and expenditure in the Mortarn territory.

Production of bilberry fruit as a specialty and sale of secondary products such as berry jam. Decrease in food purchases due to increased bean production and wheat production. Reduced firewood purchase costs due to firewood substitutes such as bean trees. such as the use of useful crops planted around wells.

Much of that has been accomplished with a proposed pastry, a tripod of casserole execution.

"I was wondering what would happen when I first came to this land, but if I got here, I'd figure it out."

"Thanks to you guys. You used to come after me. I appreciate it."

"What now. I bet the Admiral it was a long time ago, wasn't it?

We're old friends of each other. Still, there is a great deal of emotion for the feat of blackening territorial management just because we have recognized and supported each other's power.

"Well, there are two things left to report? Which one do you hear from the better or the worse?

"Let's hear it from the good guys. This pleasant exhilaration should last as long as possible"

"I thought so. It's a good report, but it's about the new village you said you'd make. More than forty colonization hopefuls gathered to see if Decoco's arms were out-of-the-box. Most of them are half refugees from nearby. A widow who was murdered by her husband is also a pre-adult orphan. When the bandits attacked me, it's good to the point where I got away with putting my personal belongings together, but from there on ahead, the people who were lost in the streets because the farmland was also destroyed. Decoco said that if he wanted to borrow the money from himself, he would prepare a house to live in and land to cultivate."

"That's good. I used to feel burdened with more people, but now the more money I make. I don't think I've ever crossed a lot."

After the bandit repelling, the most problematic was refugee measures.

Reconstruction of the two villages closed in Mortarn territory and the organization of the main village with a rapidly expanding number of people are things we have to do, and the villagers themselves have a sense of consciousness. In contrast, the problem becomes complicated when it comes to the people who come down from the margins to eat and flow.

If we push them back poorly, they of the refugees could be bandits, and we cannot afford to accept the seeds of extra commotion in the village under reconstruction. In addition, the necessary supplies can be accounted for from the outset if reconstruction is to be carried out, but if, like refugees, we do not know when or how many people will come, we cannot prepare in advance.

It is therefore up to us to create a new village, which can also be called a refugee village, under the audacious prospect of preparing the receptacle first and calling it aggressively, rather than dealing with it after it has occurred. This is also why Casserole is said to be a famous lord, precisely aligning the pre-construction and profits around here.

The neighboring Baron Sargret will receive refugees after he has made the house available to merchants and has made it more accessible to them. It is up to the Lord's arms to say whether this village will be successfully run.

"Well, we've got more manpower, and we'll figure it out."

Shiites' increased manpower refers to the people who helped Miss Liquorice when she became Pace's fiancée. Five of them were newly hired as squire after selecting from among the people who were looking for a place to work what looked like a strong arm or a good head spin.

"How are they doing now?

"Glass is where you're working. Some guys couldn't get on the horse, so they're teaching from around there. Well, we'll be able to use it in a month."

"Glasage is a senior. I'm getting old, too."

Until the other day, Mortaire territory had a three-member system of full-time employees. One of them is Glasage, nicknamed Glass. When the casseroles began to pioneer, they were minors, and from a human being whose impression still leaves them, they can't help but feel the greatness of the moon flowing.

If you become a squire, you will be allowed to ride when things happen. Therefore, being able to handle horses is seen as a fairly important skill as a squire.

In modern sense, it's usually close to a car driver's license. It is close to the feeling that if you become an employee, you may drive a company car, so you should have a license.

There is no harm in teaching horses in small areas like Mortern territory, because the omnipotence is required to say that a single squire can do most of the work.

"Also, I need to buy a horse. I got a fat edge on the Borderline Uncle House, and I'll be fine there... So, what's the bad news?

"Keep this."

"What?

The casserole weighs on the chair. Let it make a slightly squeaky noise, and the chair accepts the lord.

Even as his best friend Shiites sees it, he reports it with a nigga face.

"I hear Boy has started something new again. So, there was a report that we went out to Shinmura“ just for the kids ".

"Those evil ones. Are you going to make a big deal out of it!!

Attacks on bandits and mercenaries are new to my memory, with two experienced trapped by unsuccessful men and one girl who was badly injured. What is it without saying bad news, such as going to a new village where we don't even know what kind of people are still there, just children who seem to bring only concern to adults?

In case they get hurt, maybe a ditch can be made between the old inhabitants and the new villagers. Just saying a child injury could also remind you of a bandit. It was not a good problem to throw it away.

rings a chair and the casserole rises.

Shiites, let's go.

"Easy to accompany."

Friends of each other for twenty years. I don't ask wild things like where you're going. I can tell without asking.

Casserole placed her hand on Shiites' shoulder and magically flew to the new village.

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"Lunlun ~"

Little bird stirrups. Or a young nose song, like the sweet voice of a puppy.

"You're in a good mood, Pais."

"Sora already. So we're one step closer to dreaming."

From Thursden, the main village in Mortairn territory, it is roughly four miles in a straight distance. If you are walking on the feet of a child, there is a newly built village less than two hours away. Call the name the place of acceptance (Le Milotte).

In the heart of the village, there is one well that has been dug quite deep. Around it stood twenty or so elegant wooden houses.

What is very different from the main village is that there is a gentle upward slope around this Le Milotte. The slope continues straight up to the mountains and ends up on top of the mountains.

"So, what is this package?"

The luggage delivered from the Duke's house is now piled up beside Pais. It was transcribed by Pais from his father on [instant travel]. Large luggage for four carriages that can be transported by a few adults. The convenience of magic is great because it can be carried without anyone's help.

"You said we were going to make a forest, right?

"Oh. So?

"This is seedlings. The Duke has a wide face, so he just sent me the tree seedlings I wanted."

"Heh."

A hock-faced boy opens the lid of the box. There was certainly a small tree in there, with soil for me. Lumi and Marc were frightened that it was so heavy with reason because it was even in the dirt.

"What kind of tree is this?

"Harienge. I would also say Nicea Cassia. I don't think I see it around here, but I had Deco look into it."

The pedestrian Decoco is a pedestrian who travels between the territory of Mortaire and other territories. The vegetation and specialties of other territories. Or I was looking into climate and terrain for commercial reasons. Pais looked there and instead of paying for the information, he asked me to look into more details.

Among other things, it was this harienge that Pais wanted, even if it wasn't, and since the report came from Deco that he had seen a very similar tree, he had been targeting Tiger Vision for the opportunity to get it.

"Well, you can eat this tree. Yummy?

Male victory. A girl who fits the word boyish reveals herself intrigued and feisty. For the pre-adult girl Luminito, delicious is the most important thing. I can't forget the taste of bonca pie that I received when I was injured. He is also an enthusiastic supporter from the bottom of his heart of Pace's dream to make something so delicious as edible as he pleases.

"You can't eat this tree. No, there's nothing you can't eat, but it's hard to say it tastes good."

"Am I? Then why are you wearing that stuff?

"Hehe, that's because this tree is a source of honey, on top of being easily grown in lean land like ours"

"Honeysuckle?

"It means you can pick honey."

"" Ooh!!

honey. In a rare world of sugar, a sweet epitome that ordinary people can also mouth.

The history of confectionery is with the history of mankind, as is the history of honey, which is also the most ancient raw material used. If it were Earth's history, people had eaten honey since ancient Egyptian times, and the history of sweets without honey is such an important confectionery ingredient that it cannot be told.

Humanity, which tried to collect honey efficiently at the hands of men, was to hone its beekeeping techniques, which nourished nature and bees. Even as a pais, all of them are looking to do nicea cassia honey production, but that's only a story since the trees were successfully raised.

The aim of Pace is first to obtain trees that grow even in rough areas of the land. Imports of timber resources and firewood fuel are heavily burdened in the Mortarn territory, and almost 30% of annual expenditure is on this.

It was therefore clear that the territory would be richer if self-sufficient timber resources could be secured here. Only Pais and his two childhood tamers know that honey will also be picked in the future.

"But there's a problem growing trees in our house."

"I can see that, too. Soil and water."

"That's Lumi"

"Hehe, Grandpa asked me something."

The lack of timber resources in Mortarn territory has been a major problem since the beginning of the colonization. Even as a lord's casserole, I have a history of repeated many trials and errors to solve this problem. But all of that has ended without much success, hampered by two major problems.

One of its major problems. The blue-silver-haired boy is convinced that the land is thin is okay in this case. Harienge has extremely excellent properties as a coal material. Hard enough to grow up fast, and good enough to catch fire not to worry about some humidity. And the most significant feature is that it grows even in lean areas.

Based on trials and practices in bean production, I was confident that if this tree had similar properties, it would definitely grow first.

Another problem, however, is that of throwing a teaspoon at any namesake lord and making the Mortarn realm difficult.

That is, low precipitation.

Water and light are essential for plants to grow. In Mortarn territory, which is surrounded by mountain ranges but therefore has little rain and no prominent rivers, attempts to grow trees, where they have increased to a certain size, result in water scarcity and withering feathers. If it grows sparsely, this is still a major cause of not flocking.

The weather alone is impossible, no matter how prestigious or prime minister you are. It is also impossible to increase the number of objects that are missing.

"As far as I'm concerned, I thought I should change my mind."

"I don't know."

"Well, it's pointless to think about adding less rain, or imitating rain-rich land. If you can't increase the amount of water you can use, on the contrary, you should figure out how to do it with less rain."

Marc, who was listening beside him, received the words of Pais as they were because of his ignorance. The idea that there was no choice but to do nothing was natural for Marc, who had many brothers.

I understand Pais is saying that it's impossible for the poor to imitate the rich, and rather than worrying about how money can make money, let's figure out how we can live rich with less income.

"What exactly do you do?

"I'll build a reservoir. It's about a year old, even with less rain in the spring."

The amount of water evaporated is approximately proportional to the surface area. In contrast, the amount of water is proportional to the volume. From a rational point of view, you can increase the ratio of quantity to volume more than the percentage of surface area that increases if you want to reduce evaporation in relative terms.

Even the same amount evaporates better with a larger surface area so that the cooling ease varies between the cup and the tub. It is this logic that spreading and drying is better than rounding and drying the laundry.

Conversely, if we store as much water together as we can, we can keep the spring rain going for a year. In theory.

Since the colonization, the two main casseroles and squire chief shiites also considered this method regardless. We built a pond and tried to make the limited rain that falls ahead of us in the spring last as long as possible.

But when I calculated the effort I needed to do that, I had to give up.

This is because estimates were made that it would take more than two years to build a reservoir with about two months' worth of water, on a scale of fifty people. If we're going to keep them all year round, more than two hundred people will have to spend three years working on them and make something as big as a dam. Not that I knew how much money it would cost, but rather that the plan was after more territory management was on track than I could shake without sleeves.

Regardless, things are not changing now. The cost of labor was not so much cheaper, and the next lord boy was well aware of the problem.

But Pais had a secret to solve the problem of labor in one piece. If it's more correct, I got a solution the other day.

He was tempered towards the slopes as he traveled slightly away from the new village.

"Now hurry...... [Digging]!!

Enough magic runoff to make you look like two childhood tamers, ordinary people. Wow, the earthquake is shaking so much from my feet.

- Bogo!!

The slope distorts into snoring. Only the ground in front of Pais looked large and concave, and on the outside of the concave was made a lobster like a hill.

"Suggeye!!!

"Wow, what is this ~!"

In an instant, your business has literally changed the landscape and terrain. I can't do it if you tell me not to be surprised. Magic is obvious no matter how anyone sees it, but the magic of a pastry that Marc and Lumi both know is what transcribes the only painting. I never imagined I could imitate a terrain like this.

In contrast to the boy and girl exposing their consternation, the person at the time who made the amazing landscape disappear was annoyed.

Just like knocking your neck forward while standing. From the side, your eyes and nose look hidden and also gloomy. I even heard a suspicious voice, as it were.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh"

Oh, no.

Yes, the two childhood tamers noticed.

"Hahaha!! I can do it. I can use it. More than expected. This is magic that can be used. hahaha."

Gabba thought he had moved out, and Pace ran out toward the hole as he spread his hands around. Would it be a mother's lost face bargain to love a crazy laugh, too, if you only saw how it looked?

What Pastry used was not the original magic he had. During Miss Liquorice's rescue, she was transcribing the magic used by the enemy. Even if there was a constraint of not being able to transcribe without actually touching it and confirming it with one's own eyes, it is tenacity that falling does not just happen.

Boy, get on with it.

Let your own extra magic say things, then use the magic of [digging] next. The big hole that you can do each time is big enough for dozens of people to have to hang and dig for a few days if people dig it by hand, and if you keep drilling such a big hole, the terrain will change in no time. I even do more digging holes in the hole, and the huge hole is so complete that I can no longer go outside without [instant travel].

"Huh, it must be something like this"

"Wow, I dug through the hole like this all by myself. Besides, the bottom and walls are well stiffened..."

A hole so wide that a whole village is likely to fit perfectly on the slopes of the mountains. Besides, the immensity to the same depth as its width is unbelievable that this could have been done less than an hour later. It was a true representation that the plan for this hand had been prepared for a long time, for example from where it was cleverly avoiding the water vein.

The walls and bottom surfaces are even reinforced accordingly, an anomaly of a level that can already be called a structure.

"Now, do you want to plant seedlings around here? A little more and it will rain, and then the water will accumulate. If a tree grows, it also serves as a reservoir of water itself, creating synergies. Until then, you can draw water from the well and hang it..."

In the middle of the conversation, Pais unnaturally interrupted the conversation.

It was Lumi and Marc, who made it a lot worse, but right beside him, a familiar man came and found out why.

The man is Casserole, the father of Pais. He was stunned by the sight in front of him.

"Whoa... whoa..."

"Ah, Father."

Seeing Casserole's astonished face, Pais is getting a bad bat on the boulder. Come on. I realize I'm getting too well.

So, whilst pretending to be any cute child, I mislead him with a smile that would look adorable. Be polite, even pose.

"I did a little too much. Heh."

"You idiot!!

There's no way you can forgive yourself as a lord for imitating that you can change the terrain without permission.

The casserole drops the dandruff on the children without question.

"Why even me..."

"Ouch..."

The two involved victims, aligned with their main culprit, Pais, wept in pain.