Sweet Reincarnation

The world is unfettered.

Between birth and death, there are no human beings who can live of their own free will. clutter or constraint of position. Constraints due to money or status. Age constraints. Constraints due to ability. People rise in all sorts of constraints and live desperately.

"Do you understand?

"Master, it's too difficult"

"Soon the time will come to know. If you live from journey to journey, like us, you will also realize that the glitches in the world that annoy you are important"

Yes, the man who talks about his own theory of life is Decoco-Nata. My career as a pedestrian would be nearly twenty years early.

The other day I began to hold a disciple because of all the extravaganza. It's fascinating to say something clever about the first backward step you've ever made.

"So what constraints are you tied to, Master?

"Is that me? Then don't be tied to anything other than merchant money. There are many merchants tied to women and bankrupt, and many who have lost their possessions tied to dating marks. You have to be careful."

A pedestrian is generally supposed to be forced into a way of life tied to gold. Compared to the peasants tied to the land, freedom of movement is what binds them to gold, though the tension that makes them unable to eat due to a little loosening of mind.

"But it was rumored that my master made a lot of money these days ~ wasn't it? Will such a master be tied to gold?"

"That's right. My dream is to own my own shop. I'm still going to make money. Besides, if I'm going to live tied to something anyway, I want to choose for myself about what I'm going to be tied to. More than a life tied to gold without refusing."

"Then plant a way to earn money from me and hide away."

"Absolutely, he's a mouthless guy. I will, even if you don't tell me. Don't cry 'cause it's tough, okay?

"I won't cry. Look, Master, I can see you."

Recently, Decoco made a lot of money. The profits were commensurate with the fact that it was a big deal to buy twenty whole houses.

Based on that profit, I turned the carriage into a roofed front carriage with two heads pulled, and today and on my way to a certain territory packed with plenty of luggage into it. The double-headed pull allowed me to carry heavy iron products, and the roofing allowed me to build up rain-resistant raw lime, etc.

Since lime has heat when wet in water, it is dangerous as a load for traders, but its applications are wide and wide margin of interest because it is used for processing into calcified lime, lacquering, etc. Where we are going, we have first identified and transported that it will definitely sell high.

When the master and the disciple saw the end of the steep journey on the mountain path. I can see their destination, Sir Mortairn's territory.

"Heh, is this Mortern territory? What I see now is a village that my master made from scratch?

"Sort of. It's a village called Le Milotte. If you go further from here, there is Zarsden. It's just that all I built was a house built in that village, and even though I said I built it, I just built materials and manpower. But......"

The pedestrian, the information is life. Ear satire is equals gold, ignorance is synonymous with deficit.

Decoco felt confident in his ears after taking such a pedestrian for a long time as a business. But the thing in front of me was a sight that seemed like I would even lose that tiny confidence. So he gets stuck in the words he hangs on his disciples. It's good to say stunned.

Because there was something that I was unfamiliar with where I could see it from the village.

"Heh, you make it a freshly made village, and the farmland is beautifully maintained, too. On the boulder, Sir Mortairn is only famous as a famous lord. What do you see over there?"

"No, I don't know either. When I left this village last month, there was nothing like it. It can't be. What the hell happened..."

What Decoco credited as such was stolen by Pace from the thief. No, it's a magically made reservoir copied without permission.

"Once again, well, your master is a bad liar, too. If you want to make something big like that in January or there, a hundred people need a worker. If it's such a big job, there's going to be about one rumor."

"That's right. That's why I'm twisting my neck too. You have to hang on tight."

I have long been associated with the Lords of Mortairn territory. We have a lot of trust and credibility with each other.

Besides, I've been traveling back and forth on mountain roads carrying one cage since I ran out without a carriage, so I can tell you what I know. Climate, geographic conditions, etc. We were able to predict the coronation of the villages to demand for seasonally fluctuating supplies.

Recently, Decoco tightened his mind that there might have been a loosening, as he had become accustomed to the extent that he could account for some profit at the point of buying supplies in each town of Count Ratesh territory.

"I don't care if you say pull yourself together. Sir Mortairn is someone you know very well, isn't he?

"Oh right. I have been looking after you since you were young. However, when doing business on Mortarn soil, there are three important business partners. Well, one of you is the lord casserole. This man is more of a samurai than he has a knighthood. If you hide poorly or lie, you hate besides things. If there's anything that might be detrimental to us, if we talk honestly, we'll understand."

Decoco tells his still young apprentice to listen.

I haven't told the boy yet, but sooner or later, when I own a store somewhere, it's because I'm going to give up the connections and trading routes I've been cultivating.

Every opportunity I get, I tell them all the information I know and what I need to be aware of. Sometimes, if you don't do something like a master, you don't have a face.

"I see, you're being honest. Ok. So, who are the other two?

"One is Mr. Shiites, who is the chief squire in Mortairn territory. The family name seems to be naming Beatwin new since he became a squire. but you are told not to call your family name because you are alone."

"That Peeker Shiites, right?"

"That's right. But don't mention those two names in front of him. I hate you so much. I joked and told him once, and he was seriously about to cut the relationship off."

Decoco laughs when he was still young. Now was the time to make a laugh, and at the time I was very wolfish when I was about to be cut off the gold pulse in the corner.

It was a bitter experience that only two names spread from the turn of the war were aware of themselves. I strongly admonish only those young disciples and others who are still likely to fail in their polo.

Speaking of squire, Shiites is a quasi-knight allowed to ride. that it is in a position to have some extraordinary jurisdiction in Mortairn territory, and may be inadvertently taken as an insult and slaughtered.

"Wow, I'll be careful."

"I'm also strong as a negotiator. I don't even know if anyone else has heard about the deal."

Now that the Mortarn realm is getting bigger, a few pedestrians came and went. Many, like the old Decoco, are like running out inevitably earning a dime at the border, but even a fellow skilled pedestrian doesn't follow through with stories of his benevolence turning to the rear.

"And you have to be most careful..."

"Master, that!!

Until the master's words are blocked, the disciple's boy makes a scene in what he finds.

In front of him was the sight of several children and even adults running in groups. Especially the children and others could be seen desperately running at full capacity, but Decoco and his disciples also approach the group wondering what the hell was going on.

'Cause first of all, it's new to my memory that there was banditry around here. It was Decoco who lent the damaged refugee reserves the money with the corresponding interest and lured them into Mortarn territory.

No wonder I saw people running desperately and thought of the possibility that they were running away from bandits.

"Why, ha-ha-ha."

"Yes, I am, but are you okay?

The pedestrian called out to one who was tired and stopping his legs.

The person he spoke to was the one he found out about, and he was one of those whom Decocco lent money to. Therefore, the man also looked at his pedestrian brother and smiled roughly at his breath. Apparently, he's not a bandit, and Decoco grates his inner chest.

"Hey, Mr. Decocco."

"Hello. Run till you're so tired, what the hell is wrong with you?

"No, look at that."

That's what they said, what was ahead of my brother's eyes. There was something like a stream flowing with water.

"Become!!

The most surprising thing about it was the pedestrian. The disciple was simply impressed with some of those things, but the master was also extremely specific in his astonishing content.

He has been in and out of Mortaire territory for twenty years. I have seen a number of issues of sadness from the Territory's climatic landscape.

Even if there are more problems than can be counted with both fingers, the first problem in this land is the lack of water. Lack of water and air due to low rainfall, I have had to dig quite deeply if I was to dig a well, and I have seen the past several times when crops withered and the harvest was wasted.

What the hell is this massive amount of water in such mortarn territory?

"Anything, the lord's son magically rubbed about three large cisterns, and he even pulled water to the village because it was a corner. So, you said it was the final confirmation today, so he flushed the water from upstream."

Decoco needed to use his own experience fully to hide his consternation.

Whatever it is, it is said that it is too much out of standard, such as building a pond the size of which will moisten one village in less than a month.

"So... were you running after the water to flow properly?

"Yeah well. I hear the kids were just having fun chasing them and running."

"Really? By the way, where is your lord? Are you from the main village?

"No, I'm sure the lord is upstream of this waterway, in command."

"Really? Then I'll go say hello there. Thanks for letting me know."

Smells like a money-making story. That also smells like a pretty superb money-making story.

Decoco is proud to say that he has the best ears if it is about Mortairn territory. There was certainty that other pedestrians and others could not have known about the waterways that they did not even know about.

If the problem of agricultural water, which has been the biggest problem, is really going to solve it, the wheat and beans made in Mortarn territory should be expected to yield quite a bit. If we can get it on the market successfully, there is an atmosphere that seems to make a fortune.

"But Master, this upstream, it's a rough road to climb. If it's a carriage, you should unload it. If you do it badly, the horse will hit you."

The fact that I was able to buy a good carriage made me greedy a little load. The conscious pedestrian decided to leave the carriage on the spot, having thought of a young place where he was walking in difficulty with one body.

"All right, you keep an eye on the carriage there. Because I will greet my lord. I'm glad to hear about this waterway."

"I don't know, I should just sit here."

"Oh. Then, for a little while, I'll ask for the shipment."

That said, Decoco headed upstream of the waterway for use.

Decoco's Apprentice to Drop Off Later.

Name is Detmar-Stuck. He's a habitual, teary haired boy, son of a village chief, who Decocco deals with. Sometimes it was a four-boy, and the timing when he was searching for a naive public service and when Decoco wanted naive was a bite, so it was a testimony to the journey.

When such a pedestrian apprentice boy was bored. From the village, several groups were seen coming.

Besides, they're the only ones who look like children no matter how you look at them. Though the shortest silver-haired child appears to be able to follow the other two, an atmosphere of friendliness has been conveyed. Detomar exchanges greetings with the boys, some of whom were free for quite a long wait.

"Hi, hello"

"Hello"

"Are you boys from this village?

"Right, well, you can't even say you're from the village. Are you with Mr. Decocco?

"Oh, do you know your master? It's called Detomar. Well, hello."

In doing business, it's important to do some digging in advance. To cut a trivial story, it's not uncommon to say it'll be a seed for business. Detomar, who is taught that drawing business stories from public discourse is one of his speaking skills as a merchant, quickly decided to put them into practice with the boys in front of him. It has become a somewhat dignified thing to say because of its immaturity in an unconscious attempt to hide its lack of confidence.

"So, what did Mr. Detmar come to sell, with Mr. Decocco?

"Hmm? With lime or iron products? Later, I've been loading wood. My carriage can carry heavy stuff."

"That's great. Especially when it comes to lime trading."

"Oh, you're interested in that? No, actually, I bought it from a pedestrian from Athlorum with a little edge. Don't you think we could sell high here?

Apprenticeship merchants praise themselves for the flow of conversation.

While advertising the product with care, it can even conduct market research lightly. Isn't this an exchange that feels good enough for my master to compliment me? And enough to think about.

Stay close to the local people, also in line with the master's harshness with. He thinks it's strange because he even feels like he's become a full merchant.

"Yeah, sure. Normally, it would sell high. That's for sure."

"Right? Well it's the master who actually does business...... whoa!!

It is common for a person to show up somehow when a person thrives on a person's topic, as there are words that shadow if rumored. It was the disciples who cooled the liver because the man, Decoco, who was talking about the boys, suddenly appeared. The boys Detomar described as "village children" are not surprised.

The apprentice boy finds himself aiming for the first man to see standing beside his master. With the prediction that this man would be Lord Mortairn.

When it comes to neck hunting casseroles, instantaneous travel is famous, and I know about that because it's about to come to Mortairn territory.

Furthermore, if it appeared suddenly as if it was a moment of movement, reasoning would be easy.

"Welcome home, Master. Is that Lord Mortairn?

"This is disrespectful."

"I don't mind. You're a country poor man anyway. I'm not great enough."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

He was still a knight. To that knowledge, the disciple's boy is deeply relieved. He has a very good smile, also helping with the exhilaration of seeing a celebrity.

"Detomar, by the way. These people..."

"You asked me good things, Master. He was a village boy who got along and talked a lot about it."

The apprentice's smile deepens. If he was a dog, his tail is swung with grandeur.

As the master put it, he also talked about getting along with the villagers and being a seed for business.

Seeing how the apprentice is, Decoco sighs in exuberance.

"Detomar, if you've gotten along. Sir Pastry-Mortellen. He is the son of Lord Mortairn, who lives here."

"Eh!!

"And I was about to tell you. … the last of the three examples."

Without trying, the eyes of everyone who was there gather in one boy.

Blue silver hair. The boy with tinted eyes introduces himself with a truly clear smile.

"I left it for your introduction. I say pastry. Thank you for sharing so many interesting stories earlier. A lot."

Pace's smile.

Seeing it, Decoco prayed to God that he would not at least lose a fortune.