Sweet Reincarnation

"29 and a third"

"Give me a break about that. I get a deficit. Sometimes carriage food support. At least 35."

"I asked your apprentice. I bought it from the athlon side, didn't I? Wholesale value would be about 20% cheaper than Rateshvar. 30 in a good place."

"Gu... I get it. That's good."

If you gain experience as a pedestrian, there is a path for everyone.

Interact with a strong negotiator (negociator). Now it is.

Decoco realized it had been a long time since he had had a hard business meeting so far.

"Good. I've been with Mr. Decocco, and I'd like you to do a good business in the future. I'm glad you found the fold."

Which mouth to say, Decoco is inner stupidity. Thanks to this, I wanted to complain that I flew away with everything for the calculation of the skin over here. Because all the hard work I bought at a cheap corner turned into water bubbles.

"Master, excuse me"

"Fine. This is an experience, too."

Finding the seeds of commerce from subtle chatter is the essential skill of the merchant. But it must have been difficult for an inexperienced disciple to realize that he was being set up the other way around.

If I hadn't seen the painful eyes in the past, I wouldn't have thought that the young lord in front of me was tough. Simply doing it with the intent of keeping you alert by appearance is a good deal of sagginess.

In the meantime, however, the planned profits blew up, but did not result in a deficit. I can say it's tough because I'm going to identify the area, but Decoco changes his mind.

"Nevertheless, I didn't expect to see a waterway here. It wasn't even shadowed a month ago."

"At the corner, it's a village to make from scratch. You want functional beauty and efficiency anyway, right?

"As far as I'm concerned, it's likely to be a source of business. You'll talk about making it to the woods. When it works, I definitely want you to let me bite one. Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. I sent a letter to Lord Pastry."

"Letter?"

A pedestrian lives a journey from a journey. You don't get a dime for standing still pedestrians, so it's natural.

Amongst other things, pedestrians who patrol a certain number of places may combine transport operations with something else. I can't do enough luggage to oppress the carriage as a merchant on a boulder, but with the corresponding gratuity, I carry letters and gifts. Sometimes they deliver artifacts, etc.

"Yes, I took it from Mr. Coreton at Ratesheval"

"Is it addressed to me, not to my father? Besides, when it comes to Mr. Corton, isn't he the chief squire at the Count's? I just have a bad feeling."

Even if it's addressed to the father, the father is no longer present. I said I'd leave business to my son. I went back to my home. Whatever, now that what has been a long-standing matter of concern seems to be cleared up, my job as a lord is so heapy that I weigh it in litres and scramble it in barrels. I'm so busy I don't even have time to sleep. I am actively entrusted with my son and subordinates.

After ascertaining the seal and destination of the wax, Pace opens the letter. Just looking at the luxurious looking parchment could see the Count family's affluence.

The moment the boy looked through the letter.

"Roar."

I accidentally leaked a frog's crushed voice.

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In the office, two men run a pen.

"So we're going to add up this place for a year."

"That, what about this one?

"It's a big classification of items. There are also classifications that need to be compiled because they are somewhat detailed."

"I'll try my best to remember"

A man who writes numbers hard on parchment paper and a man who teaches how to write while giving sequential instructions beside it. If you are teaching, Shiites, head of the Mortaire Territorial Private Corps and chief squire. If you're teaching, Nicolo-Nono has been recruited as a safe attendant since this spring.

When it comes to what they are doing now, it is where they are taking over the bookkeeping of income and expenditure.

In Mortarn territory, there were four villages in the territory, and even then the population had increased by 40% compared to the same period of the previous year, so it was last year at twilight that we talked about the need for a full-time person in the financial management of the territory on boulders. It was also Nicolo who was to hire an internal affairs clerk and was to be hired on the brink.

The year was seventeen and young, the second son of a lower functional aristocrat in the centre, but first the elder son was born to a brother and his wife, who were also traces of his parents' house, and he was to leave his parents' house in the sun. As a result of naturally having difficulty in his position and consulting his relatives, the aristocratic family, he has a history of being introduced to the position of treasurer in Mortairn territory on the fringe where the head of the faction there was the Duke of Kadrecek. It is also the duty and right of faction leaders to accommodate these posts and mediate in their positions.

Nicolo was diligent, capable from his family, who had served as an internal aristocrat for generations, and was soon hired to take over today.

"When you're done with that, I'll teach you how to manage your wheat inventory."

"I may have got the wrong job. If you think you can relax in the country..."

I feel sorry for you.

In ordinary aristocrats, it is said that the workload of domestic servants, etc. does not change as much each year, and that it is a strength that it is stable. What parents teach their children is often stereotyped as well. In modern times, it's like a regular civil servant or clerical position, which can be described as quite a popular position for a person seeking a clerk.

Even when it comes to work, the countryside is simple. Both the money that leaves and the money that comes in is known, so if you can do a simple addition or subtraction, you can do enough work with it.

Niccolò and others imagined a pastoral and calm routine in the idyllic countryside when the position of a housekeeper, treasurer of Mortairn territory, was decided.

But there's no way in the world there's such a good story.

In the first place, he came to the common sense that if there were only plain jobs, he would not try to increase the number of people, etc., until he became dazed by the excess workload.

Suppose, for example, that a forecast of income from crops was required to budget approximately for the coming year.

If it's a normal territory, we can add the prospect of abundance to last year's harvest and multiply it by enough to market it. Assuming there are more fields and more jobs, you can calculate the same amount of more fields before adding them. If you're used to people, it won't take you an hour.

But Mortairn territory is different.

First of all, I can't guess last year's numbers. This doesn't mean the numbers are wrong, it's just a reference because we do new things every year.

Furthermore, the yield growth is abnormal. Anyway, it's literally doubled in a few years, so it's not a prospect or anything. Will it double again next year? Or does the stretch strike you in the head? Or will it decrease? will it stretch again instead of double? It's impotent to predict things like this. As a result, we have to make multiple predictions.

Since everything is at this rate, the workload and so on is no longer murderous.

It's a strange territory.

Nicolo praised the newly served territory this way.

"Can I quit?

"Fool. No. You can't just plant this far and let them get away with it. First of all, what are you going to say to His Highness the Duke who bothered to introduce you?

It is common practice to demand the giving or receiving of money or a convenience at a later date in return for good offices in posts for noble or squire children, etc. It is also an important right of high nobility. So if you ask for a job from yourself and imitate it like sanding it with your hind legs, you turn almost all of the nobility, not just the nobility with the mud painted on your face, against your enemies.

Not even a child who couldn't figure it out. None, Nicolo was desperately moving her brush to reduce her busy kill work a little.

"Oh, how can the world have so many fences?

"It must be because that's what the world is all about. Because irrationality is the sex of a person."

To the young squire Boyaki, it was the next lord's pastry who answered. The two adults are surprised to see when they were coming into the room.

"Boy, let's knock."

"I did. I didn't confirm your response. Still, you seem kind of busy."

"Who do you think is causing this? Isn't it probably the boy's fault you're so fucking busy? How hard I've been struggling."

Shiitz answers to the boy who says just like every other human resource.

In fact, the reason for the busy practice of Mortairn territory is almost entirely due to the fact that Pais has been making fun of it. That was a well-known fact.

"That's a misunderstanding. This is the territory of the Knight of Mortairn, and the lord is the Father. All responsibility lies with my father, and I have no responsibility. Oh, sad."

"What kind of mouth do you use to say that? You have a good personality."

"Even if you're complimented like that, you can light it up"

"I'm not complimenting you. How many times have I or the Admiral held my head so far? Nicolo, this is who you mourn. If you have a complaint, say it now. If you hoard it, it'll be a pile soon."

Suddenly Nicolo, who was told the story, had trouble figuring out how to react.

From his point of view, it was common sense that all measures in Mortarn territory were the responsibility of the Lords. Even though there are rare instances where successors wave spicy arms as surrogates, I don't think it applies to people of any age who can be called boys.

Famous lords and eminent men are the fruits of command. And busy because of its achievements. There was no reason to think so either. He still doesn't know what good fortune means to be a common sense man. And from what I can tell, luck is gone.

"Shiites more than that. Where's your father? I thought you were coming back."

"The Admiral flew to King's Capital as soon as he got back. You said you had business."

"Really? Shall I just show Shiites then? As a matter of fact, I received this letter from Count Ratesh."

"Which... heh. Are you inviting me to a new tea tasting party? Boy, shouldn't it have been that year?"

Count Ratesh, the ruler of the South, is also famous as a tea region. Improvements to the variety are also underway, and fragrant and deep tea is both a specialty of his land and one of the major exports.

Spring ahead during the new tea season. Pick tea leaves like young buds and turn them into tea. Although the flavour drops compared to the pre-summer season, there are also many fans for the unique flavour of being young.

The making of new tea is important for tea regions, starting with the territory of Ratesh. Therefore, disclosures will be made by meeting interested parties, close relatives, or friends and acquaintances together. There will be a lively debate about how tea looks this year, and the allocation of tea rights will be discussed on the spot.

This is pre-construction.

In fact, it can be described as a large tea party, like the annual rapprochement by the descendants of the Southern nobility, with Count Ratesh at the top.

It is rare for a noble lord to go out for days to see how important a product can be. Practical stories such as the allocation of rights have been decided to some extent before the tea party, and it is customary to send a surrogate for the purpose of recourse. The proxy is mostly entrusted to the noble children who have grown up.

"Well, this would be good for a Josephine lady...... I don't suppose so, if you're getting a letter of designation."

"Delivering it to me on purpose smells like conspiracy. I wanted to talk to your father, too."

Headed by the next lord and squire, who are poking at each other with difficult faces.

They're both just going through quite a bit of a training ground and they're sensitive to the unpleasant atmosphere. It was when those two were all together and felt what was the only intention in inviting the Tea Party.

You don't have to.

Suddenly a voice rang and two squire and one child in the room turned their gaze.

Ahead of their gaze, their Lord and the other.

Casserole was returning to her own territory at some point in the [instant movement]. Take the offering.

"I know the purpose of the invitation to that new tea tasting. I heard it earlier in Wangdu. Don't talk to Count Ratesh."

Although everyone cared that casserole had a bitter face for some reason, it puts it aside. Because there's more to it than that.

"Well, I'll ask around later. Admiral, you might..."

If it is said that he was with Sir Mortairn, he is a man from the king's capital. And someone who looks familiar to Pais and Shiites on the spot. Especially for Pace. Someone who's not familiar.

You found out that you had gathered your sights, and one person advanced a step forward.

"It's been a while. Therefore, we have been in trouble for a while."

A streamlined, well-behaved bow.

The woman. No, the girl smiles like a flower when she stops looking at one boy in the room.

"Mr. Pastry, too, it's been a long time. I missed you."

"Liquorice, it's good to see you too."

Licoris-Mil-Huberlek.

He was the fiancée of Pastry, making her the fourth woman of the Fuberlek Borderline House.