Sweet Reincarnation

Riptauer Knight Territory, located in the periphery among the kingdoms of God.

Emerging territory, originally existing as Viscount Boulevard territory and with the implication of neighboring country surveillance, was divided into Baron Sargret territory, Baron Boulevard territory and Knight Riptauer territory.

Until the creation of the Knights of Mortairn, it was the position of the most advanced realm of the Kingdom of God.

This Liptauer territory. There are about three villages. It's a rich territory there, but last year all villages suffered massive banditry damage. Particularly devastating was the field of wheat, which is also the main product. The land was rough because the flesh was sprinkled unwillingly.

Those who know agriculture know the phenomenon of deflection of ph values in the soil by decay and oxidation of excreta and blood as experiences and experiences. There is a reason not to sprinkle manure or the like directly into the field, but to ferment it once as compost or the like. It also serves as a hotbed for germs and pests.

In addition, land with large amounts of blood scattered at once is affected by salt and iron in the blood. Early stories can be extremely unproductive. In the Kingdom of God, I believed this was because there was still resentment among the dead.

The effect of these lands being rough draws tail for about a few years. Farmers' struggle to have to redo authentic earthwork is hard to comprehend inside in the modern man's sense.

And Pais has a sense of modernity, but therefore saw its reality in front of him and came to understand it again.

"I heard the story, but it sounds terrible."

"I hear this place was a particularly bad place. They say almost all the villagers were killed, so it will be the survivors of the other villages who are here now."

Quateran, a village in the territorial capital of the Knights of Liptauer.

The agricultural land surrounding the village is poorly soiled. Furthermore, silos, etc. that store straw, etc. also appeared to be about half the size based on the standard amount at this time.

Baking straw and other things also gave a glimpse of the signs that were making the soil, but in this way it would take a considerable amount of time to regain its former prosperity.

"Negotiations will be easy for this minute. Didn't the young man have to bother to go out?

"I'm sure you should be happy it's easier to negotiate, but you're honestly not happy with this situation"

"It's also our job to keep up with their plight. It's not the same whether you whip a corpse or sell grace for a high price. If you don't fix it, the more difficult it is, the more desirable it is for you."

"I know, but nobility is also causal business."

Sir Liptauer's mansion was in the heart of the village. Although it was a wooden architecture and only the foundations seemed to be splendid stone construction, the finishes (wow's) are about twenty years old in style. Though it was more solid architecture than the former Mortairn-Borough Mansion.

If you look right next to the church, I guess all the inhabitants of the Knight's Land are devout saints. In the evidence, the church saw a chill and a figure of man.

"Now, Douglad, tell Sir Knight I'm here. Please touch me. I'm spying on the village… Please, we're spreading the word, so we can meet later in front of the church."

"Okay."

Pais breaks up with Douglad once and strolls through the village.

No one seems to think he's noble about an unfamiliar boy walking around without an escort, and the rare looking villager's eyes pierce Pais.

I still wrap it around because the outfit I was wearing seemed quite expensive.

According to the common sense of the villagers, they are not aristocrats in clothes that look good, so I think they would be children of this merchant.

And Pais, after being well aware of it, encourages insignificant information gathering. It was an old lady who seemed like a good person who spoke up.

"Hi ~"

"Oh, hey, what can I do for you?

"It's not a big deal. If you don't mind, can I get you anything?

"Anything is missing, anything is. However, unfortunately, I don't have any money, so I can't buy it. You came somewhere."

"It's from neighboring territory. Your lord here has business."

"That's right. Good luck."

"What do you say, if there's anything you want to say to your lord, I'll just tell him, won't I?

"No, hey, salt's high these days. I don't want you to do anything about it because there's not enough winter support."

"That's tough. Ok. I'll tell you what I know."

"I won't have any expectations. Ho ho."

I listened to a bunch of people around at the same pace, and Douglad was totally tired of waiting when Pace got back in front of the church.

"It's too late."

"Because it's something that had a lot of unexpected gains. What was the first thing you said?

"Only when the young lady asks from now on"

"Then let's go quickly."

Sir Liptauer's mansion was connected to the reception room right from the entrance.

Because I was also touching it first, the Lord will come without waiting much longer.

Strict knights, men with feelings like that. We talked about being just a little older than the Mortairn family owner, but if you look at the thinner head over the mixed gray hair, you look considerably older.

The cheeks were slightly swollen and swollen around the eyes because of tiredness.

"Welcome, Sir Pastry-Mortellen. I've been wanting to take a moment to talk to you about something lately."

"I am honored to hear you say that to the distinguished Knight Sir Liptauer. I've always heard from my father that you are a noble warrior, and I look forward to seeing you like this today."

"What, compared to your father, my martial arts and bravery names are trivial. Please take a seat."

"Excuse me."

Pais, who was recommended to the couch, had Douglad standing behind him, starting with the payment of a social dictionary.

Sir Liptauer is in his current position with a martial arts medal, so it is not easy to choose what to praise in that regard.

But the Social Dictionary alone can't serve this purpose.

"Well, my lord, this is a very valuable time for you to acknowledge one thing."

"Well, what would it be? If it's from the Mortairn family, I'm willing to do whatever I can as lord of the Friendly Territories."

"Then be generous and sweet. In fact, there has been an increase in the number of inhabitants under our households in recent years, and there are many that are so lacking. Securing water is a particularly pressing challenge. However, as you know, the Mortairn region lacks water and water, so there are no glaring rivers. We are trying to build reservoirs in accordance with the stones without stopping them."

"I see, the boulder is His Excellency Mortairn. I didn't expect you to be so considerate of the people. When it comes to building ponds in Mortairn territory, the cost is considerable. I'm jealous that you have a lot of money."

It is an extremely common policy for land with scarce water to create water storage facilities for limited water use. So Sir Liptauer nodded about necessity as well.

"For one thing, I know you want to build a reservoir on Mount Hadapa. Your Excellency would like to take note of this matter, depending on what you wanted to do today."

"I see, that hurts your concern. Whatever you're saying, you know you can't easily admit it."

Of course.

Using Mount Hadapa as a border, the Knights of Liptauer and the Associate Baron of Mortauern neighbor each other. There is supposed to be this mountain in Mortairn territory at first, but it is a sloping mountain. There is no clear way to draw a line from anywhere to anywhere. If you give me permission for the detour, I might even get my hands on it where I pushed it into the pretty knightly territory side.

Besides, they built buildings on their territory, and they're no match in case they put them at the foot of a military invasion.

Similar to past precedents, there have been cases where it was later found that underground resources had been found in the mountains of the territory and that the mineral vein had stretched to other territories. If that happens, it will be the feather that holds the rubbing spark in dozens.

If you want to stay peacefully and safely, it's a good idea to have a blank zone near the realm where we can't help each other.

"I understand your concern as we plan to develop only our territorial side from the top of the mountain, but I would like to thank you for everything."

"But that being said, things are reservoirs. Depending on what you make, you may take away the water that was supposed to flow into our territory. With that in mind, I've still never been over it for you to shy away"

This is the tricky part of the problem.

Indeed, the right to the development of the mountains lies on the Mortairn side. However, the water currently flowing into Liptauer territory belongs to Sir Liptauer.

Sharpening the mountains alters the flow of water. Or if the groundwater were to flow into Mortarn territory, it would mean that resources had been taken away.

It's a weird story, if it's a reservoir that doesn't store water, it's fine, but there can't be any such thing.

"So, my lord, what about this? In return for acknowledging our development, we will provide considerable benefits to your home."

"Well, profits and..."

Knight Sir's eyes, as if he deserved some paice, become stronger.

It is an eye with a strong will to see through the other person's thoughts, the eyes of a samurai. Pais has been going through this match for a long time. Whatever it is, it's the father.

He roughly cut out the diplomatic conditions (cards), staring back into the other person's eyes.

"According to a little pinch in your ear, your Excellency owes you money from all over? Sure enough..."

That's what I said, Pais looks back. Douglad immediately perceived the intention and supported it.

"Sir Ifriede"

"Yes, from Sir Ifriede, you said you borrowed a thousand and two hundred lets? The deadline is two years. At the time of repayment, I heard it was repayment with a 50% increase. This would be too ako. For this, we will provide loans with a deadline of 10 years and an annual interest rate of 10% and 3%. The amount is just as much as you like to cap at three thousand lets. What do you say?"

"Well, if it's ten percent and three minutes a year, it's about half of the interest in two years."

"It will. We were also victims of banditry. It is unforgivable to try to feed us with a margin of human predicament. Why don't we take each other's hands and try to coexist and prosper?"

"I see, that's a pretty good story. So..."

The negotiations continued for a small hour afterwards.

In the end, the Mortauern side owed the obligation to report the construction situation to Sir Liptauer, or only in fine ancillary conditions, and the large frames were wrapped up in the conditions brought up by Pais.

When I left Sir Knight's Hall as it was.

Douglad asks Pais what really bothered him.

"Young lady, why did you offer such a breaking condition?

Are you talking about interest rates?

"Yep. It was obvious that Sir Liptauer was having trouble with the gold, and it seems to me that even though I painstakingly examined Sir Ifriede's interest rate, it did not take much into account and greatly discounted it. If it's 50% in two years, it's about 25% at an annual rate. I figured I'd bring a drop in about 20% of the time, and even then it should have been fascinating over there. Why did you make it ten and three minutes? I'm not convinced."

"... Douglad should learn the books from Nicolo"

"Huh?"

"There is something in the world called compound interest. That's how you calculate interest rates on interest rates, too. So what do you think would happen if you had 10 years of compound interest?

"Uh..."

"Ten years later, it's about three times stronger. Just interest minus principal, more than double. If you divide it by 10 years, it will convert the interest rate to 24 minutes per annum. Ultimately...... right. It went from 25% to 24%, so well it must be a good deal to be noticed later. You wouldn't have fooled me."

"Whew. Is that true?"

"It's about going home and asking Nicolo or Shiites"

The horror of compound interest lies where it becomes an exponential function. Does it count double in famous places?

If you want to keep a book, you have to be strong about the numbers in this hand, but the only people who have done compound interest calculations and so on in this world are some of the super elite people in charge of advanced finance, or some of the big businessmen with a lot of experience. What an eight-year-old does is wrong in itself.

Douglad ended up surprised twice.

Calm down, calculate slowly, and be surprised first that Pais was right. And without understanding such calculations, I was even more surprised by Pais, who summarized the negotiations by acting as if they were cheap interest rates.

"Whatever it is, the negotiations have been put together safely, and now we can work on development without worries."

"I... am going to lose confidence"

"This is also the information that Douglad looked into in advance. I look forward to it in the future"

To Pace's smile, Douglad responds with a voyage.

There's so much insanity, too.

Pais returned exasperatingly to Mortaire territory and Douglad, who returned in disgust.

Where they set foot in Zarsden, they realize the crowd is made.

If you do it badly, the atmosphere is likely to be crowded with people from all over the village.

Douglad and the others thought it was too much trouble. Whatever, it's the walking troublemaker beside you. It's not something I know what I'm getting into.

"What's up?

"Oh, Master Pastry. Just fine."

It was the merchant Deco who came out of the crowd with a very good smile for commercial use.

Apparently, he's in trouble, but Pace asks what happened.

"Actually, prior to opening the store, we were recruiting employees..."

Decoco says.

Store opening, which was my own long-standing dream. This was preceded by the recruitment of employees, he said.

Even piercing works will spring ahead of the shop building, but if we have to educate them by then, we sent reports to the villages to hire people.

This went too well. Since Dade has not been trading in Mortaire territory for a long time, and Decocco's visibility has been quite high, the application for recruitment has arrived.

In the meantime, more than thirty people came to sign up for the recruitment of one. That's why they couldn't pack it up, so they became crowded.

"I just managed to talk to you today so that you could go home once. I'd appreciate it if Pastry would recommend the talent."

Decoco was going to choose between a small group of two or three. Because if it's small, it can be followed by persuasion by people who weren't chosen. I don't want to buy unnecessary resentment or cynicism for a new sailing.

Not to mention if that could be dozens of people, I wouldn't be able to pick them out or follow them up or anything.

Then I want a reason why people who weren't chosen would just be convinced.

If that's the case, it won't stand the corner the most if you choose to be a casserole with a paste.

It was a suggestion that would push the haters, but Pace often thinks against Decoco's wishes.

"Then what about Sanya?"

And name one girl.

Pace's smile was frigid.