Sweet Reincarnation

Early summer. Even in the Huang Xia Moon, the Mortarn realm becomes so hot that it can already be thought of as fierce heat. Even just a less rainy area. In a sunny country where the sunshine lasts for days or decades, just stay out of the day and show off the patience tournament.

"Oh no..."

"That's the heat that's going to make you stupid."

Two Mortairn family squire Jasper and Kronob leak their dissatisfaction with the heat.

These two are newcomers who came in this year, but they're close because they have a lot in common.

What they have in common is that their parents serve other aristocratic families. And that I know I can't let you touch important confidentiality for the time being.

Jasper is from the Knight of the Mall family. The parent is a military family, immersed in the faction of the Duke of Kadrecek, a long time duke. It is good to have been hired by the Mortairn family in the introduction of the Duke of Kadrecek, but it is natural to be seen with colour glasses. Until they can believe in loyalty and the strength of their mouths, they give up that they cannot leave important work to them first.

Shorter chronobes. His parents are squire serving the Viscount Bombino family and southern valves of Cotecote. The family line that my father, grandfather and great-grandfather have served in the Viscount family all along.

No wonder I served the Viscount as it should have been, but my heroic aspiring brother, Joanove, cut me off from being hired by the Mortairn family out of admiration, knowing the terms of his employment in the favorable treatment of his house, and himself later being hired to continue as well.

It is also because my brother has crustaceans and I have a rash (cheeks) from blue fish. Even in a world where you don't know something called allergy, congenital illnesses that cause rash and illness in certain foods and drinks are known as a rule of thumb, and that's what their brothers do.

It's not uncommon to run out of three meals of seafood, and besides, there's a healthy brother up there. Parents also did not disagree with the conclusion of the brothers who sought New Heaven and Earth, even if they were employed by the Viscounts as they were, that they were just hard.

If you are allergic to seafood, you cannot be a sailor, and if you cannot be a sailor, you are a shader in the Viscount Bombino family. Then it would be a good idea to hire them to a house with strong connections to their home.

Well, if matrimonial policy means that the husband and the old master will continue to get along, I also think that the other half or so will be within me.

"Kron's already an idiot, and he's not okay?

Very naturally, we have a bad Mortairn family style. There are so many mouthless people in the upper levels that even newcomers like Nature and Jasper have a bad mouth. Rather than that, it means that I try so hard to tame the Mortairns, even if I can't do it slightly, to imitate them around me. I still don't know who you are.

"If you're fighting and selling, I'll buy it, Oi."

"Let's stop it, you hot bastard. I don't have the strength to waste. What did I say, my senior said... yes, save energy. I'm trying to save energy."

"What is it?"

Two people with other houses colored and not yet dyed and cut off by Mortairn.

Speaking of what they're doing now, look around. It is also a painful struggle with patience and suffering, with no one son, touring the wilderness as far as we can see.

The main part of Mortaire territory is the vastness of the grand aristocracy, if only its size, but mostly barren land called mountains and wilderness. It is also inferior to the territory of small and medium-sized lower aristocracy if one accounts for only the land on which one can live.

In other words, the peculiar environment of living in a slight moisture like an oasis. Crime and disturbance occur basically where people gather, so security is usually also focused on the village. Occasionally, the extent to which there is no abnormality by looking around the street.

However, there is also the nature of the Mortarn territory as a frontier for the protection of borders.

The 4,000-metre mountains stand as a natural barrier to prevent people from moving around, but not absolutely, and we don't know when or when the armies of neighbouring countries will cross the border.

So we need to look around regularly to see if there are any signs that foreign humans have crossed the border or similar precursors.

The job entrusted to the two young newcomers is precisely the look around for this confirmation.

From the designated location, look around as per the manual to see if there are any overlooks with each other. It's a job that can be done with politeness and seriousness, but that's hard to get inside.

"Any abnormalities?

"It's unusually hot. Fucking hot. I'm dying."

"unusual stiffness"

The midpoint of the default route. Here, there was something like a digging shed. Crude construction with just a wall plate attached to a column erected on all sides. Enough to snooze a rainstorm, but a borough shop that flaunts your face if you tell me to live.

This is called a lookout cabin throughout the Mortairn family.

Occasionally, Pais and casserole combine the warehouses that magically come to store supplies together, characterised by the constant availability of preserved foods.

As a matter of fact, the building is the one that looks worn out, but if you go inside it, it is surrounded by stone piles, there is a narrow space, and the basement is hidden, which is solid enough for you. The appearance is a disguise. A facility designed to be a tactical base in the unlikely event that it is not seen by the enemy as an important location. The covert word is "watchhouse."

Therefore, the storage environment is well established.

The food is relatively abundant, although the water is the only water bag I've brought.

Prepared for the degree of sorry, two people who unlock and enter the cabin that you might take if you hit them.

"Just write your name or something."

"Tell him to write his own share. Uh, Huang Xiaozuo, Jasper, Steamed Bread II, Meat II, purpose of use? You can look around."

"My share is at last."

"You..."

Although the facility provided for the purpose of looking around is for both storage warehouses, the usage and reserves are constantly checked. Jasper fills out his usage on a blackish tablet with a wax stone brush.

The checking of the quantity of this stockpile is also part of the lookout. If you're a human being in Mortairn territory for a long time, you know that there's food here, and you're also checking to see if it's been burglarized.

It is time to splendidly replace the building, set up a watchtower, and lock the warehouse tightly, but it may be left behind because of its low priority.

"The amount of stockpiles seems to be okay."

"The one over here is getting old. Maybe you should report it."

A world where there are no canned or retorted foods, no vacuum packs or coupler ramen. When it comes to preserved foods, they are often dried and salted. Nor does it keep it a year or two, as it is in modern times.

It is also within the scope of the operation to check for stockpiles that are getting old and replace them with new ones on a regular basis.

If you finish your big check, you're done for the day.

I'm staying at the watchhouse today. Even though it's better than camping, it doesn't make a difference that the living environment is terrible.

There's still water.

"Three more? Don't drink too much because I have a look around tomorrow."

"We won't have a choice until we get back to Thursden."

"Well, yes."

Water is not included in the stockpile. Assuming someone other than the Mortairns misused it, they didn't dare bring in any water or gas. I also have a wine barrel, but the contents are poisonous, so never speak of it, which is an important call from a senior.

But without water, it can be an early mummy in this heat. Therefore, the man who looks around performs his work with plenty of water in a number of skinned water bottles.

The sound of puffy water in a bag of leather. On days when sweat erupts, it is a sweet dew that moisturizes your throat even with skin-smelling water.

"Ugh."

"Don't drink too much."

"Oh, my God."

"Oh, fool, don't talk while you drink. I know it's zero, but it's not."

Precious water spreads to the ground.

Is it untrained that you follow the flowing ahead with your eyes because it is precious?

"Oh?"

From a portable skinned water bottle, Chronove, who was licking the water trying to squeeze it out, discovered an unfamiliar bottle in the room.

Earthy vials, like barbecued pots. Of the size of the grip, I feel the weight of something jammed up when I try it.

"What is this?

"It says something."

The bottle was bracketed with a small plate with strings. There is a thin slab that modern people would call a price tag, and it is written in neat, neat, simple letters.

"Watermelon? It says... for preservation. It's a pastry word."

"Are you going to eat?

"If Master Pastry made it, I think so... the fact that it's here could mean something else"

"Something else?

Another thing called Jasper is what belongs to the original use of this cabin.

It is where we are now to monitor and, if possible, repel incursions by hostile forces, mainly foreign forces. If it is stockpiled there, it recalls the use of military purposes,

Unstoppable liquid. If that's military materiel, the word "poison” comes to mind first.

As my predecessor taught me never drink wine barrels because they contain poison, this is also poison, paint them on arrows or oil them on swords and spears.

I see, there is also a line called oil. It's about that disturbing boy, so no wonder he made new oil. Jasper thought that the oil he paints on his hands and face is this kind of viscous guy.

Or maybe a pill.

When it comes to the Mortairn family, it has a full reputation for excellence in medicine. Throat candy was treated as a panacea, and I discovered a cure for sailing disease.

I have also picked up and treated patients who were thought to be terminally ill. He was Pais's grandfather, but now he's regaining his health and enjoying a leisurely and comfortable hiding life.

This cabin is a place where ordinary people do not enter and little is known to outside humans. Then it's not strange to keep one or two of the secret medicines.

At least it seemed that way to Jasper.

Modern people would find it impossible to put valuables where there are only crude keys, but unfortunately Jasper is still young and inexperienced.

"What if it's poison or something?

"Kun Kun...... does it look like honey? I thought it was food.

Kronob stuck his finger in the bottle and licked the sticky object attached to his finger.

"Ah, hey!!

"Sweet yes!!

Until then if I say I don't know anything scary, but I'm talking about it being poisonous, and licking without hesitation is brazen inside.

Peer recklessness. I admired that with disgust, Jasper, but when I saw a colleague licking the watermelon when it was good, I got horrible hands on myself.

"Ah, sweet"

"Huh? I knew this was food. I thought you might be one of the candy guys. If it's dangerous, it's weird that the squire chief doesn't say anything."

"You're surprisingly smart."

"Compliments won't give you anything."

"Oh, this might even taste good on the sturdy bread there"

"That's a good idea!! It was hard to eat because it was cute, so it might be just fine."

Robust bread for preservation baked and hardened enough to hit nails. Plus, I eat it covered in water. The two realised that the choice was the right one.

Eating bread dipped in soup is common sense in this world. Unlike the big city where bakeries are located, there are only bakery days once or twice a week in Zarsden. It's not uncommon to eat hardened bread after a day.

But when you dip it in the water, it's completely different. Moist yet clear sweetness. It may not be possible to eat large quantities if it is just watered, but if you can adjust the sweetness with bread, you are likely to eat as much.

"... they both look delicious"

Bakubaku and two young men who were eating all the stockpiles hung up.

"Is that it? Dear Pastry. When?"

"I just did. We've got a bit of a problem, so we're just getting everyone together. They stayed and looked around, so I picked them up."

There's no rush in Pace's face that there's been trouble. Seeing that, the two newcomers agreed to accompany them while confused.

What they also know is that it did not begin now that the Mortairns are loved for trouble and disturbance, and that days of serenity and tranquillity have travelled far away.

"That's right."

Pace, look around.

Scattered reserves. A water bottle with less contents than I thought about tomorrow. Near-eating pieces of meat.

And a familiar bottle.

"Looks like you're consuming a lot more than the record?

"Oh, I almost rewrote it"

"No, this watermelon is delicious."

Food that fits into the belly significantly beyond its original intended consumption.

The cause of this would be flavored water.

Payce's gaze is raw and warm for the two of you who say what you think was delicious.

"In the meantime, I'm going to ask you two to go back to the mansion..."

"Yes."

"Should I deduct more than usual from my salary"

"Yes!?

Meals when looking around are covered by benefits. That's what I usually say about Pace's, ruthless arrival.

Two young men tried to complain orally.

"... I will not allow you to eat the watermelon I was prototyping around the corner without permission."

"Oh, no."

"Let's say we deduct the cost of the water."

Jasper and Kronob looked at each other unexpectedly.