Sweet Reincarnation

In the territorial management of the aristocracy, there are several guidelines for measuring progress. It may be termed an indicator of territorial richness.

One of them is food production. No man shall live unless he eats, neither old nor young, neither rich nor poor. The backbone of living as a person is food, and the food productivity required for this purpose is the most discernible indicator of the richness of the territory.

Or commercial power. Unlike a situation where self-sufficiency of what is needed, as in rural areas, is a prerequisite, if commerce is active, we will be able to buy what is needed in gold. The situation where you don't have to make it yourself to get what you need is greatly appreciated for territorial management.

or population. More people means an increase in the equals workforce. Without people to accomplish anything, we don't talk, and how many people we can bring in is an important indicator. People also need food production and commercial activities ahead.

In addition to these indicators, which are likely to be measured directly in numbers, there are also indicators that cannot be measured in numbers.

The typical thing is cultural power. It's like being called soft power in modern times, but its power is not surprisingly insulting. It is often connected to art and academia, and is culturally capable of enriching people's minds, such as music, painting, architecture, sculpture, dance, and theatre.

There are many things about what we call this culture. If singing and dancing are also cultures, cooking and so on can be said to be splendid cultures.

And alcohol and confectionery are also cultures.

Together they have a culturally equivalent aspect, not one of which has advantages or disadvantages, but both of which are excellent cultures.

Except for certain personal preferences, however, we are talking about

Twenty percent.

"That's too little. If you don't get at least 60-and-a-half, I'll give it to you in the future."

"However much for the future, there is not enough room at this point to divide much of the research that will not be gold. Now we should adopt certainty, 20% would be a good place"

"Isn't it something that wasn't originally planned? I think it's all right."

"Things are different now than they were when we weren't planning to. You know that, too. Twenty percent is quite a concession, and enough is enough."

A pair of parents and children who talk about each other in a hustle.

of pastry and casserole, is the contention of Mortairn parents and children. Neither argument, which never shows signs of pulling, has already lasted for a small hour and presents the picture of a long battle.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?

Nicolo just walked into the office.

"I'm allocating sugar and liquor to each of the sugar breweries for the next year's making of the corn," he said.

Shiites replies to Nicolo's remarks, tending to be half frightened. The squire chief is the hardest man in Mortairn territory and is still waiting for a long discussion to come together. That's why I couldn't help but be somewhat tired on the voice that responded to Nicolo.

Make it casserole, make it pais, and the desire to enrich Mortairn territory remains unchanged. However, when there are multiple means of doing so, it is not uncommon for differences of opinion to arise from differences in original thinking and preferences.

It is Nicolo who credits the father of a skilled negotiator with his son, who does not take a step forward, as terrifying. This squire gave me an early cut that I couldn't imitate.

"For this minute, it's going to take a little longer. I think it will settle in roughly four or six minutes, or five or so minutes, but anyway, the boy pushes me on this matter. This is gonna take a long time."

"I want that sweet-making passion of a young lady to be directed a little further at another job. In foreign affairs or military if you can. If you don't do that, I won't lose my job at all."

"That's hard."

"Even yesterday, a budget estimate was made for something like a juicer. In each case when I made it in front of myself and when I bought it in the margin. Moreover, for the purpose of considering where to buy from, multiple proposals. I really thought the young lady might want to annoy me."

"Give it up. That's normal for a boy. It's common for me to give you unscrupulous instructions, even if I don't mean to offend you. Well, I think it's better than being told to procure tools like I've never seen or heard before."

"That's probably not an experience, is it?

"Ha."

Shiitz misled with laughter.

It is a true story that I have spoiled many times in the past, I did not say. The kindness of asking a young squire to work hard, even for a few moments.

"So, what are you doing here? You two are in that condition, so if you need me to run errands, I'll listen to you, okay?

"Oh, I was. I'm ready for an example, so I came to get you."

"Oh well. Then will you stop those two?"

"Wow, I never want to do that job"

A bitter laughing Shiites speaks to his Lord and his Son. The two people who were arguing about the bye-bye also stop arguing about whether something happened to the boulder and listen to the squire chief Shiites.

"That's about it for the general and the boy. Let's take a break. They're ready for an example, so let's go to the table."

"Mm, okay. Pais, we'll talk about this later."

"Okay."

All the heavy towns in Mortairn territory go out the front door of the mansion.

Beautifully cleaned every day, the main entrance of the Lordship Hall. There were five human beings waiting.

One is Tobiam. He is a big man with muscular bones and a tough look looks scary at first glance.

My attitude fluttered and I was picked up by the Mortairn family where I was fired from a certain aristocracy to lack reluctance and delicacy.

He is also a laughing upper door moodmaker temperament and is in a leading position in the newcomers to the Mortairn family squire.

There were other rookies lined up, starting with Douglad.

"Well, then let's get started"

With that word of casserole, preparations also begin around. Five chatter and daggers are provided, and cloths and bags containing something are also carried.

"Father, we're ready."

"All right, then, let's do our squire appointment ceremony."

A strict ceremony that begins with an exalted proclamation.

Shiites and others laugh in their hearts that a qualitative ceremony with no decorations or anything really seems to be the Mortairn family.

The appointment of a subordinate ends in one word, without any particular major formalities, provided that the form has the consent of the lord.

However, because of the fact that it is too unsatisfactory, and because of the fact that it has become the position of a squire since today, or in order to make it easier to understand the surrounding area, the format as a separation is important, it was decided that there would be an appointment ceremony.

The newcomers, left with a slightly tense face, kneel at the same time as the signal.

"In the name of God and the Spirit, I now officially take you all as obedients with this time. And as a token of that, give me the sword."

"Tobiam, Previous"

On either side of the casserole are Shiites and Pais. Neither of these two have a problem today.

A man whose name was called by Shiites, who refrained from his side, rose once from his kneeling position and knelt again where he had stepped forward. Tobiam at first.

I feel a little nervous about my sturdy body and it only seems smaller than usual.

A casserole gives a dagger to a man of hardening age.

A squire Tobiam who worships it in a respectful manner. It is only for the record that the only trail of special training is hidden.

Whoever receives the dagger, fall back once.

One, and another, was called by name, and each time a dagger was given by Casserole again.

I have just finished giving it to all five of them, all of whom recite their vows with their mouths shut.

"We pledge our loyalty and devotion to you."

Format means that some tension, even if necessary, is an accessory.

It's finally over, and everyone pulls power out of their shoulders. And look to the pleasure of this aftermath.

"Well, the tough stuff is over, shall we hand it out quickly"

"There it is."

"O, young lady, fat. Sketchy. Femicide Colored Man"

"If you don't need it, you can tell me so, right?

"What, isn't that a little joke"

The nicotine paste distributes instead of casserole are cloth, wheat and firewood. And money.

This is commonly referred to as the initial salary.

"Now I can finally get him a wife and kids. Kuh, it's been three long years of bitterness."

"Tobiam, you won't cry about anything"

Even when it comes to newcomers, their positions vary, and some have come to Mortarn territory due to various circumstances. Especially those who wanted to be truthfully obedient, like Tobaiam and Douglad, are the people they carry.

Once they were hired elsewhere, and married, and then they lost their jobs, their emotions are all the same when they can finally call their wives.

A squire hired by the Mortairn family is given a house if he wishes. It's also a furnished house with a large inner courtyard. Those who live alone shall be given a room in the Lordship Hall.

This is a breakthrough treatment if only it were meant to be, but it's also pretty good about salaries. In the year, wheat, salt, firewood, meat and cloth for one family. It has introduced a system of post allowances in addition to that, and this system is an advanced one which cannot be outside Mortaire territory.

Maintenance of several family members on their own and treatment that allows them to employ several working lower jobs. The birth is also expected, and the human loyalty hired is eel climbing at present.

The five newcomers, who had heard such stories from their seniors, waited with their necks long for today's pay. The days of training are over, and we will begin our missions today.

Each will be entrusted with the positions of Forest Manager, Livestock Manager, Chief of the New Village Policing Unit, Lead Foreign Affairs Officer and Supervisor of the Kaizen Project, each time directing the people while devoting themselves to the development of the territory.

"If there's liquor on my paycheck, there's nothing to say."

In a world of extremely little entertainment, drinking and talking foolishly with your fellow citizens is the whispering entertainment of the common people.

Therefore, it was a whine of one of the newcomers, but the words were words that he should not have said. At least for Shiites, the squire chief, now is the word I wanted without saying.

Because the casserole, who wins the word, hears the noise and despises it.

"Look at that, Pais. After all, what anyone wants is alcohol. Is it still urgent to establish a mass production system for alcohol here?"

"No, Father. Even newcomers say this, alcohol is recognizable. That means it's a common thing we make everywhere. I've made things like this everywhere, and I know all the profits I can make. If you dare to make it a specialty, you have to maintain and improve the quality. It takes a huge investment to do that, and it's too much of a downfall."

"Then isn't your investment in sugar something similar? It would not be wrong to invest more reliably in what is expected to be demand if we were to invest the same. Investing in things with uncertainty is the same as speculation and beating. I can't afford it now. I can't afford it now, and making sugar will be good after I can afford it."

"It's what keeps demand stable over the long term that makes no difference if we put investment behind us. By comparison, sugar making, where there are no competitors now, is not always the same in the future. We need to act more quickly in areas where there are no competitors than in areas where there are many competitors."

In front of the front door outside the mansion, the people around them are flabbergasted by the discussion that began.

There is no stopping a man who has just become a squire, just because both words sound right.

Many were confused as to what to do. And the glimmering eyes of such squire are gathered by one man. At the end of that gaze, of course, is Shiites, our trusted squire chief.

"You guys, you can scatter. Don't forget to take what you got. These two can stay like this for a while."

"Huh? Can I leave you alone?

"Remember that carefully. It would be best to leave these two alone when that happens. They're twisting around the most plausible reason, but in the end, we both just want to make what we want."

"Oh, with that kind of thing?

"One of these days I get used to it. You don't have to get used to it."

Sighing stupidity of Shiites.

There was a real feeling from the bottom of my heart around the word, even if I didn't want to get used to it. I'm not used to Shiites wanting to get used to the way they treat their parents and their children.

Newcomers scattered in three ways with the permission of the squire chief.

Some move to put what they get in the mansion's own room, while others quickly run to write letters to call their families.

One of them. Douglad was also trying to carry the firewood yarra yarra he got again. Shiites called where he thought he would have to carry it separately because of the considerable amount.

"Oh, Douglad keep coming to the office like this. I'll let the people in the mansion carry their bags."

"Yes? Okay. Can I help you?

"Well, it's work. I'm sorry for being so quick, but I need you to do something."

"It will be what. It's my first job, so tell me anything."

Shiitz responds to Douglad, who answered by stopping his luggage carrying hand, with a frigid smile.

"What, I just need you to go to the king's for a moment."

The voice of Douglad's heart, where a little, sadly never reached anyone.