Sweet Reincarnation

The end of the White Lower Moon. By the time the winter cold also gets tougher by the day.

In the office in Mortairn territory, the top men were holding meetings.

The faces in line are the usual familiar members. To Caserol, Shiites and Pastry, there was something on the agenda today and Grasse was in attendance.

Glass that is often on site on a daily basis, but this is how I sometimes attend meetings in the office.

"How about we pull it from this side? Here's the thing, here's the thing. That would make it easier to build, because the straight distance to the village would be longer."

"That makes the slope here tight. I'm going to have to sharpen the part of the hill considerably, so I'd better do this from here."

"Wouldn't it be a little too long? Where the construction difficulty has dropped, the construction period itself will cost extra money."

"You don't mind. I have money anyway. Viscount Rehajic varies, and even if you can afford to look at the amount of livestock purchased next year and leave it, you will have a considerable surplus. If you spend a little extra here, it's not going to sound fiscal."

"That's why you can't waste it. I don't know how much it's going to cost me in the future, and it could be like when Uncle Ratesh got married, expenses would suddenly come down."

Speaking of what they're arguing about, it's a consultation on the construction plan this winter.

Last year, the water maintenance project, which had been exposed to stores for more than a decade, progressed to one by the merits of the pastry.

Construction is in progress this year with a view to completing its maintenance plan, but it was time to start seeing an end to this. It is normal to move on to the toughest part because the heaviest replacement Pais did it.

Between the mountains and the village, it passes through an underground waterway, and water is transported through ditches to the farmland in and around the village. With a large number of estimates, the calculation can cover the demand for water in one medium-sized rural area per underground waterway, and the villages of Mortairn, which can still be said to be small-scale rural, were able to relax into the water situation.

I wish I could, but as a lord I have to plan to take this one step further than it has been achieved.

"When this happens, I want to increase the amount of water. Before spring rains arrive."

"But in that case, you can't use Pace's array. With the current state of exploration coming from all over, even the table can't do it the way it was before."

What Caserol calls an array is the magic of Pais. It is also that [excavation] can be used using [transcription].

I worked for the Mortairn family for many years, and even Glasage, who was immune to Pace's insanity, was surprised by the magnitude of the first time I was asked about this secret.

At a time when spies and merchants from other realms frequently wander around in an attempt to explore the secrets of the development of Mortarn territory, it is true that we want to avoid imitating this secret as much as possible.

It is also very unusual not to use it. There is also the dilemma of being too convenient because only one person does the kind of work that dozens of people spend months doing with their manpower in a short amount of time.

If you can make a good deal of money to hide it through, it's the humans that want to use it.

"Then father, still under the command of the glass, wouldn't you have to do it manually?

"If you want to increase the reservoir to increase the amount of water,"

"No need to make it bigger"

"What?"

"You just have to make another one. If more than one reservoir can be used, it will be easier to maintain. As it is now, sooner or later mud and dirt will be deposited in the reservoir, making it unusable. I also think we should build a reservoir for about one more thing, considering the maintenance. While emptying and repairing the current reservoir, you can also use it in time with new ones."

"I see. Then we'll be able to match the spring rain and make cleaning a regular winter project."

During the winter months, farming is almost gone. In the rest of the world, it's almost like living in a cage at home and working by hand.

However, in the former Mortarn territory, the land was very poor and it was not possible to keep busy during the winter months.

It is for this reason that every winter season has come to prevent the inhabitants from starving by offering paid labor services.

Even though agriculture is now working well and some winter storage is now possible, there is still the finesse and the instability that comes from unfamiliar things.

So if we can prepare the job of dredging and cleaning the bottom of the water as a determined job during the winter months, it can be a certain economic benefit or remedy.

Regardless, we have to add in the Lords' situation that we have to account for the cost every year. As soon as the management of the Mortairn family went black, I am pleased to be able to also account for the costs of looking to these futures.

"All right, let's build a new reservoir. Even if you don't use the array as hard as you can, if you actually do the construction, you can create a scene where you can delude yourself with dsuckles, and the cost floats for that matter. Where construction is slightly faster than planned at Arre, it will be done by error"

"Then where would you make it?"

"What do you mean, make it to Mount Hadapa?

"It will work great... but don't need a compromise with Sir Liptauer"

"I'll take care of that. Now we have a chance, and if Douglad can use it, we have enough hands."

"Okay, then I'll leave that matter to Payce. As soon as the negotiations come together successfully, we'll build a reservoir here. Shall I leave it to the glass?"

Roger that, sir.

Melant Hadad. No one knows the source of the story, but the mountain has been sporadically said to be the gateway to the outward demonic realm of the borders of hell. Small mountains form mountain ranges and have quite steep mountain skin. Commonly known as Mount Hapapa.

Located in the southeast of Mortairn territory, it is a very difficult mountain to cross without going through the streets, although the slope is only moderate. It is also a mountain officially on the trade route on Mortaire territory.

Because it is a realm with our neighbor Sir Liptauer, we must greet our neighbor if we are to reach this mountain.

If he sneaks around in the realm without a bad notice, he suspects he's planning something bad, and there's no excuse for being seen as military action. Worst of all, there could even be a military attack from the other side.

If you say this is going to build a castle, you'll be ready for war, but this time it's a reservoir. Dam construction. I can argue that there is no military threat, and there is no such thing in fact.

Besides, I hear the Riptauer Knight family has been in debt since the banditry incident yesterday. Payce had a winning chance of eliciting a positive response by borrowing debt from low-interest loans or by leveraging the economic benefits of logistical stimulus during reservoir construction.

In this regard, the casseroles and shiites that we see as having a chance of winning also make an opinion one (when).

"Father, can't you finally get the street expansion into your plan? With that, it will be very easy to persuade Sir Liptauer"

"Hmm, if you think about increasing logistics in the future, you need to expand and improve the streets. All right, I'll adjust the matter before you get back from the Liptauer family. Negotiate what you want to expand."

"Okay."

"Then let's move on with each other. Dismissed."

With the voice of the lord, it moves in unison.

Pace is quick, poor sacrifice. Originally, I'm going to go get the head Mortairn diplomat. There is a glassage beside it.

The intended person was in the process of preparing a diplomatic document in a room of the Lordship Hall named Thanksgiving Letter.

Douglad, it's work.

"Aitatatata, I, suddenly, have a stomach..."

"Don't do anything stupid, I'll go"

"Where are you taking me this time to say this? Mr. Pastry took the lead and has never been more comfortable."

"Rude. I'm next door this time. I'm going to install an acknowledgment of the work on Mount Hadapa to Sir Liptauer."

"... that? It's a decent job."

"So that's what you're saying."

Douglad blinked his pussy and eyes.

For the job Pais brings, because it was normal enough to clap it out.

It's more decent work than being told to contact the top of the country for the first time, or to celebrate and gather information as heavy towns and their allies gather around the country.

"Come on, I'm coming."

"Hey, my mind's ready. Ahhh."

Glasage, who dropped off Pais, who forcefully took his men away like half a dozen people, heads to his job.

His work basically makes him the construction site supervisor and supervisor.

He's one of those people who's worried about overwork on Mortarn architectural rushes and construction fevers these days. Trouble was also an accessory, like the other day a big rock got in the way or something, and the appointment was drastically delayed and difficult until it was removed.

Kicking lazy asses is part of the job, and yelling at people trying to collect more rewards is a pretty stressful job.

Grassage is allowed to ride horses from time to time. If you're a squire, you're allowed to ride when things happen, but only Shiites and Glass, and then Coantro, are allowed to ride even at normal times. Old Balamond was once allowed, but after retiring, he also stopped riding.

If you run on a horse, you'll get to the construction site in a relatively short time.

Today's place of work is the waterway in the West Village (Kochen). There is a large reservoir in the mountains of the territory with its western neighbour, a mechanism that transports water through the groundwaterway and pours it into this waterway due to the climate and terroir constraints of the Mortairn territory, which is a semi-arid area. All of the production designs are made of pastry.

Groundwaterways in drylands, which also remain in the modern world. It is scattered throughout the Middle East region and Central Asia, and is particularly famous for its Iranian canatoes. The sight of the desert lined with pockets and hills like animal nesting holes had even become something of a kind of tourist destination.

Sometimes students learn in social studies, world history, etc.

Pais remembered such things as this canato and curleys in vain. This is its application. Sometimes the reason that the work place was invisible only in the basement and the pais was easy to sneak around, but the effect is immense. Thanks to minimizing evaporation on the surface, no matter how many kilometers or dozens of kilometers you carry, you will not be thirsty for water.

Today's work on such an underground waterway.

The task will be to use the winter time when the reservoir has the lowest water level to stop the water, remove debris and dirt accumulated in the underground waterway, and then carry out expansion.

Gather manpower from all the villages in Mortairn territory, the number of which is actually just over fifty. It's Glass's job to oversee these, move them well, and make sure they work efficiently.

Everyday, I also know that I get bogged down when I have a lot of work to do.

"Good day, Mr. Glass"

"Oh."

A skinny man emerges from a very narrow passage into the basement. No, I'm actually not so skinny as to be in a disappointing shape, but my age alone makes me look skinny compared to the adults. I'm sure it's because your face is still young.

Glass hung up her labor voice against her hardworking junior.

"Don't try too hard."

"I can't lose to Lamito or Yant."

It was Arlach, son of Tobiam, known by all as Al, who said that to the glass and put his chest up.

The vents in the underground waterway are narrow, so it is best for children to work on them. That's why he was being driven out, too.

"No, where is that lamito? I thought you ordered me to work."

"Yeah, maybe he's over there."

"Well, thank you"

Glass wanted to see his son's face.

His two sons. Lamito and Yant. Upstairs is Lamito, one away and my brother Yant. They're both fucked up, but as a man parent, they're both adorable loving sons.

Most of all, I have been disciplining myself lately in an attempt to educate harshly against Lamito, who publicly declares that he will inherit the house in the future, and I also felt my son's rebellion against his harsh self.

It is also emotional that it is about that age.

"What, you're not moving on at all. It's sagging, Lamito."

To the voice of his father, the boy in question raised his face and rebelled with a harsh face as it was.

"What the hell, Dad? I've been working so hard since this morning, it's okay to say something about hard work to my son."

"Not yet, that's about it. Not enough praise then. Take a look at Arlach. Even though I'm younger than you, I'm doing exactly what I'm told. A little apprentice."

"What the... damn"

Glass was in a complicated mood to his son working with bumps complaining.

When I was still the same age as Lamito, I rebelled greatly against Balamond, my father. How many times have you screamed a fucking jerk in a parent-child fight? He seriously beat me up once and was stretched out by Balamond, who was an active servant at the time.

With that in mind, I also felt a little short for Lamito, who seemed less hectic about what dissatisfaction would give him.

"Fair enough. Finish it by the end of the day."

"I know, I know."

If you want to engage in on-site supervision, it will be a good study to have your own experience of on-site work. Good luck, Glass left beside his son while supporting him in his heart.

As it was, when I was in command of waterway maintenance with a view to expanding the village in the west.

I get a call from the glass.

It was a circular that you should come to the office immediately.

I rushed to see what had happened, and there was Nicolo, the treasurer, along with the familiar faces. And there is also a well-known pedestrian, Decoc, and his disciples, in Mortarn territory.

When I saw the face, Glass felt it. Finally, I thought.

"Glass, you have a theory about the requirements."

"Yeah. Well, I thought it was coming someday. I'll take care of the security and maintenance."

"Right. But I haven't heard it clearly from Deco's mouth yet. Let's be clear first. Decoco, what are the requirements?

It also attracts the attention of casserole and pais. Thirties pedestrians open their mouths with a soft grin.

That word is somewhere proud and emotional. The mortarns. Also, the words I've been waiting for.

"Yes. Actually, I thought I'd open my shop in the main village (Zarsden). As soon as I asked for your permission."

Stores open in Mortairn territory.

For the Moltaire territory, which had only pedestrian movements, it was the first attraction of commercial stores awaiting.