Sweet Reincarnation

The fact that a war is flying between the Holy Nation and the Kingdom of God.

Pastry was being pursued as a clerk in the Mortairn territory of Thursden, whether it was my turn or not for all this time.

Here recently, even the word right shoulder rise was disproportionately economical. In Mortaire territory, there was also more work for lords to do in proportion to it.

In other words, Pastry, the Lords proxy, is so busy not taking the time to make sweets that he is in a situation of considerable frustration.

Earlier on, the human problem of starting a new dyeing industry was raised, where Pais was consulting with the Shiites.

The dyeing industry of dyeing cloth, of course, has great economic benefits due to its fairly wide hem, such as clothing, architectural interiors, etc. Every lord is a class of craftsmen who take care of it for their own good, but there are many problems.

First, pollute the water. The dyeing industry needs clean water to dye the cloth, but the water after use is ineligible for drinking water and becomes contaminated water that cannot be used as washing or agricultural water. Naturally, minerals and chemicals are used.

Even if they say they can drink, no one wants to drink water that is bright red to see or is clearly unnatural primary green. There are also people who delight in eating blue dyed potatoes.

When that happens, upstream of the river. In Mortarn territory, it will be a little while before we put this hand's workplace upstream of the waterway. It would be a supremely natural feeling.

But that's not why we're putting the dyeing artisan downstream. We're talking about using dirty water with domestic drainage and livestock manure, and how we can wash yarn. Even if the craftsmen do it, that's a big problem.

The question of the right to use rivers and water resources pregnancies a headache for the traders at any given time.

So Pais made the decision to set up a new waterway for the dyeing industry.

It can be small, so the proposal to organize the neighborhood and set up a new dedicated waterway was passed in response to the dye artisans' request for clean water.

The Mortairn family makes a quick decision to act as soon as they decide. Now let's pull the waterway quickly. When that happened, a reservoir representative at the source reported that there was a problem.

"Have you heard from Viscount Bombino?

"I will. Something about a bird flying in, and I thought it was a fling again. Then I see the bird holding it like a letter. When I waved that there was an interesting bird, I dropped this and went. Maybe it was Viscount Bombino's crest."

It's Gallaghan who's been making reports.

Twenty years old. He's a young man who's been entrusted with forest management while there, and he's been working out a lot as a candidate for the current executive. He is also the administrator of the right to water, which holds the mortarn territory alive and well enough to make a fortune in a residential bribery offensive if this is not Mortarn territory.

What the young man offered was parchment wrapped around a walnut. It was bracketed with strings, and there was a red wax seal at the knot.

The wax seal also had a seal representing the crest, and if you peek at the crest, it was apparently from the Viscount Bombino family.

"... that's indeed Lord Uranta's letter. I see, is that birdman surrounded by the Bombino family? This is not an insult."

letter that the bird had carried, in that Payce had an idea.

In that some of the wizards I once fought for had wizards manipulating birds. He was a wizard who was on the enemy and could have guessed that the house he was serving would have collapsed, so he thought some house would surround him. I'm pretty sure Teng himself guessed that it had fallen.

But I couldn't imagine being employed by the Viscount Bombino family. I don't know how you dictated it, but the Viscount family, which is growing in economic power, surrounds the origami wizard that can be used in wartime. Extension of military capabilities supported by economic forces. The impact should last for quite a long time.

Even though this was the only piece of information that mattered considerably, Pace also thought for a moment.

"Is it magical to manipulate birds? Sounds like a handy magic trick. I can't believe I can carry a letter like this."

"Right. It depends on how you use it. With some applied magic... Hmm?

"What did it say?

"Apparently, there's an illness on the ship."

Gallaghan is also educated for once, and will never do anything to steal a letter of exchange between noblemen. But it's not even the kind of year you throw away your curiosity.

I was wondering what it said, but I tilted my neck wondering what it meant to be sick.

"Sick?"

"It says a lot of symptoms: bleeding from all over the body, opening old wounds, developing moles. You think a lot of sailors are already starting to have symptoms?"

"Not one or two? Like an epidemic?

"That's what the letter from Lord Uranta says. We have sailors who know more about sailing, so I heard they have the same symptoms as a type of sailing disease that occurs when you leave land."

The letter said she had spoken to a woman familiar with the illness on board. That's all, Pais made a big guess of who he asked.

Enough opponents and women to rely on and borrow wisdom from Viscount Bombino. Besides, if you're following where you're supposed to be on the battlefield, you're on your own. A woman who once fought for a pirate crusade under Pais. Former head of "Water Dragon Fang". Ship specialists with sea snake aliases. Ms Nilda is more successful than a lousy man.

"A sailor who knows more about illness? Were you even a doctor?

"I've been a sailor for generations, I'm a former mercenary. I'm familiar with it, but if you know anything about ships, you're a woman with a lot of stuff."

Pais reminds me of Ms Nilda's face. I felt lotus leaves, but the work was definite and compassionate to my men. I heard Uranta hired me as a squire, but I nod softly, apparently overlapping my trust enough to be consulted. That it was worth recommending.

If you can make your position at the Bombino family strong at this rate, even as Pais with a direct handover to Nilda, you will have some good connections.

"Woman? Young lady, do you cheat? I can't put it in the corner."

But Gallaghan, who doesn't know Nilda directly, tears up Pais, who cares about other women. This kind of loosening of upward and downward relations is the home style of the Mortairn family. It can also be described as a tradition born of the leadership of the chief squire and the size of the nostalgia of the tolerant lordship.

"At the time of the pirate crusade, it was the woman who was the head of the sailor group. It's practically rootless to cheat because we're dating at work. But keep your mouth shut to Liquorice and your sister."

"What is it?

I can't stop the galagan nigga.

The more I am told not to say it, the more polarizing it is the wind of this hand.

"I don't feel guilty about it, but I don't have to let the waves hit me. Sister Jose, in particular, is curious to stick her neck firmly into a person's sexuality shakedown. No matter how unfounded that is, even Liquorice would be a suspect if there was noise around her. Now that your father and mother are in King's Landing, we must avoid any disturbance in your home."

That sister takes a sigh of relief to wonder if she can't be a little more curious and adulterous. Aside from the fact that I'm on the shelf a lot about myself, it's a troublesome seed for the Mortairns that Jose is their mother-in-law, and it's a fact that under the current circumstances, with all sorts of eyes gathering from other houses, even the trivial remarks (zannons) that Boya intends to make can be a big fire.

It is the Count Ratesh family that is making particularly suspicious moves, but nothing else can be insulted.

If you want to tear up the friendship between a man and a woman (Pais and Rico), spreading rumors of a man's affair is a preliminary work in progress. Don't bother imitating the ingredient, Pais stabbed a nail in the glass gun.

"Oh, you have a surprisingly solid reason. I thought you just didn't like to be teared up."

"Of course, there's no such thing as newlyweds and chilled shiites and you are going to be consigned here all the time to take revenge."

"Something about it"

Gallaghan laughed. I thought that was the intention.

Especially in Shiites, when I can retaliate, I have a degree of naivety to retaliate fully.

With half a smile, the young man replied that he understood.

"So what does Viscount Bombino tell the young lady to do?

"I'm wondering if you have the wisdom to take action. If it's the Mortairn family that made healing candy, they're hoping that they have something to take care of."

"Ha ha, see ya. It's so stuck in its wings."

"Maybe. It must be the thought of the drowned in the straw."

It is not an old story that the Mortairn family sold candy to a large extent. In addition, a Pais-led brand strategy has recently progressed.

In this world, rather than brand strategy, there is an overwhelming majority of people who do not even have the idea that their reputation will be gold. Due to advanced paice measures, both one and two steps, Mortairn throat candy comes out as a luxury product with little to no different treatment than medicines. Key customers are clergy and military whose job it is to shout out, but what changed was they also sold to people such as actors and singers. While demand as a gift also increases.

Thanks to this, it is the laughing tale of Wang Du that he has become profitable even to the dentist.

As elsewhere entered that candy seemed profitable, the right to purchase sugar was largely monopolized by the Mortairn family as it stood. In addition, only Mortarn territory has a decent sugar industry.

I don't have the ingredients, so I can't make it while I know it makes money. I'm not talking about oligopolistic markets. It is profitable enough to recover a huge initial investment in just the last couple of years.

Successful creator of healing candy. It's not wrong to think that if you're such a Mortairn family, maybe you know something about how to heal your illness.

Yesterday, rumors are so solitary that they even have the image that it works for all diseases. Though I think the actual rumors and such are eyebrow spit, I have contacted the Mortairn family with the thought that maybe.

Instead of cutting and throwing away rumors as silly, it makes me feel saggy to hit my hands if it's even slightly possible. I guess Ulanta is growing too.

I guess I felt that thought. Gallaghan stopped thinking seriously.

Because what a dumb story it seemed if I tried to make it into a glagan that knew the reality of throat candy. But one or two candies won't cure a disease that doctors can't even cure. I can be more specific just to know the potency of throat candy correctly.

"How many young ladies can cure an epidemic like that the first time you've heard of it? Hey?"

Gallaghan asked for his consent to Pais rewinding the letter he had finished reading.

Of course. I was hoping for that word.

"Well, I can fix it."

"Yeah!!

Sileto Pais replied.

"The symptoms written in this letter and the condition of a long expedition voyage. In view of the current cold season and the nature of the Allied Coalition of Nations, I can think of something."

"What's that?

"This would definitely be 'septicaemia'"

"Kaiket's disease? Does that make your ass itch?

The average person has only enough knowledge to get it all done with a cold if he has a fever.

It is Pais who remembers the knowledge that no one should know in this world after hearing about the medical condition.

"Lack of vitamin C should have been a disease that lacked the collagen and other things you needed in your body. It should have been typical of vitamin deficiency"

"What? Vitami...... what the hell?

"It's vitamin deficiency. The fact that your body doesn't have the nutrition it needs means that you are sick."

Gallaghan could also understand the extent to which he could not eat what he ate and would become ill.

"Oh, well, if you eat good food, it's going to heal."

"Yes."

"Is that it? But the replenishment should be solid, right? It's not supposed to make me hungry, but what do you mean?

Glagan is as good as I can tell if I eat when I hear he's deficient, but I can't imagine the way ahead from there. If it's a ready march, it's like eating meat and bread well. At the very least, he shouldn't be the commander who makes it a starving and incapable situation. I questioned it there. He said he should be eating properly. I was wondering if there was something wrong with the deficiency and the assumption that it would be done.

"The content of the meal is important. I said vegetables and fruits, you need something fresh. Especially this time, it will be a question of an expedition calculated for a long period of operational action. Perhaps dried bread and meat make up the majority in order to load as much food as possible. It's hard to get fresh vegetables at this time of year. Even meat, just processed meat in preparation for winter. I just have to be a decidedly biased diet."

"So, he said he had Kakeshi disease. If the young man taught you that, you'd solve it. Ha ha."

The letter arrives and is resolved immediately. Boulders are young men and young men who laugh innocently.

"Are you about to laugh? It would be a job per Tobiam to say something out of hand."

"Haha, isn't that good for occasions? Um, but we don't have much left fresh vegetables, do we? It's tough to cover the entire army."

"You noticed the good part. If you're going to get it at this time of year, the berry kind would be good. Because some things are seasonal now. Later, it's potatoes and pumpkins. It also excels in the sense that it contains a lot of starch and is resistant to heating. Potatoes would be perfect, but substitution is possible. Right, pumpkin and berry tarts would be good. Sweet baked tart with fresh berries. No, no, why don't you just hang the berries on molasses, too. It doesn't break the vitamins, but it also improves preservation."

From the middle of the story, my eyes shimmered gradually, boy.

Glagan, standing beside him, rushes to say that he has had a very unpleasant atmosphere.

"Young lady, oh, dear Pais, oh, dear"

"This is a challenge worth making. Fresh sweets that won't break your vitamins!! It's a quick prototype!! Gallaghan, what are you doing, I'm just going!! Make a move."

Da. Momentum. Momentum. Pais. I naturally left out the Glagan that was beside me.

"Is that it? Is it my fault? Huh?! I just need to tell you the cause, that, hey, haven't you forgotten the purpose? Master Pais!!

It was not until the day after that that that Pace, caged in the kitchen, remembered his original purpose of preventing trouble for the Army of the Kingdom of God.