Sweet Reincarnation

Early in the Black Below Moon the winter also became authentic. In the midst of the cold, there was a place surrounded by heat and hustle.

Mortaire Territorial Thursden.

Being the mainland capital of the Baron Mortairn, this was a city that, after repeated expansion works in recent years, now has a population of more than three thousand people. Expansion work is under way now, and the Sixth Expansion Plan aims to be a city of 10,000 people. If the population were to exceed 10,000, it would be a fingerprint town that could be called a metropolis in this world. Even if you look around the country, a city of that size would be a metropolitan capital or a trading city. Ten years ago there was a sense of seclusion, considering that the population was also a village of less than a hundred sizes.

Moreover, humans from outside have been pushing here lately, temporarily doubling the population. It's a guy named More Short-Term Workers. The number of this person is the source of enthusiasm, but when it comes to why there are so many people, one is in the surge of mine workers.

Originally, Mortarn territory was surrounded by mountains, and a few months ago mining engineers were recruited to take advantage of its location. Pais was collecting it as a prefabrication to hide his study of magical candy, but whether he was lucky or not, mines were finally found in Mortairn territory. Mineral veins that bury large amounts of resources enough to form a single mountain.

Its name is Dailong (Dragon).

"Yes!! No!!

"Whoa, put your back in him!! That's not the end of the day."

Under the guidance of a mining technician, the miners of manual workers wield the tsuruhashi. The sound of pounding on things with cancun never stops the liveliness.

When it comes to what they dig, people doubt their ears.

Whatever it is, we're mining the dragon's flesh and blood.

"Look, carry it properly!!

The heretic children of the Mortairn family. Pastry's defeat of the Great Dragon has not yet taken a moment to scratch the public's ears and eyes. It is honestly to be commended for accomplishing unprecedented feats in the world, but the first issue was about Dailong's “corpse”.

Failure to leave it on the boulder would have been good until Pace magically transported it to Mortaire territory, but from there it would have been difficult to process it earlier. It's an animal carcass. No matter how sturdy the scales and skeletons are, they always rot beyond being the corpses of organisms.

Because of the enormous mass, the season was not immediately rotten because it was seasonal, but if you leave it alone, the rot will carry the disease.

So, for now, I even tried to salt only the parts that seemed to rot, but there was a problem. I can't cut the meat. It's not an ideological story where you can't cut without your body, or you can't put in a blade in awe.

Originally, Dailong, with a stubborn epidermis and scales that didn't even stab the arrows, even after his death, his sturdiness was alive and well, and the blade didn't pass even if he wanted to dismantle it normally. It is like trying to peel off a raw pumpkin skin with a peeler, or the blade of a cutter knife is useless on a large truck rubber tire. The blade breaks better even if I try to cut it. I'm talking about how thread cutting scissors can disassemble 300-kilogram tuna.

In front of a giant monster, even a blade that exceeds a person's back length is like a razor. If you want to do it properly, you just have to have a giant knife ten meters across the blade and a giant who can use it.

But when we were in trouble, our Pais decided to process it from within his body. I was able to [dig] myself out of my body, so with the logic that other humans should be able to do it, hundreds of flexible men were hired to enter and process my body from the dragon's mouth and “another hole”. For the record, an object that was blocking another hole has been decided to be utilized as fertilizer after being mined. Although it is planned to become a super-premium fertilizer, some of it will be donated free of charge to the Royal Institute's Agronomic Laboratory in order to verify its effectiveness. Of course, the results of the research will be returned to the Mortairn family, so it is a win-win for the country, for the institute and for the Mortairn family.

But fertilizers are only by-products. The problem would still be the meat.

It was a meat that was only strong enough to support the giant, but fortunately the body managed to find it to be "sharpenable” in strength. Because if we have regular manual workers, we can deal with them.

And a really strange sight of a muscle matcho in one hand mining meat through the mouth. I want you to imagine. One side of the wall of a place like a tunnel is a chunk of meat. The only good ingredients that come out as long as you dig are good quality ingredients that are baked and boiled. Working human morale is the finest.

With high laughter the men work as joy, and it is the chunks of meat that are produced from the hangover. I don't know what you're talking about, but I usually doubt my ears.

It goes without saying that Casserole, who heard this story, stuck it at her desk.

Here's how to dismantle the dragon.

The first was done from a wash in the stomach. A large amount of water was transported by a bucket relay, which washed out Dailong's body. Of course, I won't forget the “undigested" treatment that was inside. The stomach of a dragon melting iron armor, bone or not, was a top priority.

In time, there will be a thorough blood drain. The “discovery” that dragon blood had healing power was exchanged, so the "mining” of blood was carried out under the strict control of the Mortairn family. Water pours into the heart, and even pressure drains the entire body of blood. It is an indescribable picture of hell as dragon blood blows out of the wound.

The blood obtained is liquid and about 80%. Others are solidified solids or are found in meat and organs. Of course, the blood obtained was sealed and transferred underground for strict storage. Since blood can easily become a hotbed for infectious diseases, this is strictly controlled.

The wine storage area was also opened for Dailong's blood storage, and the wine inside was economically divergent as a behaving alcohol. Even though the secret wine is dried up, there are no tears in it?

Meat and booze are free on top of good pay. It is ironic that there is no such good workplace, which was well received by working people.

It is then divided into several divisions to mine key organs from within the body. Again and again, it is literal mining.

The hardest part was the mining of the heart and the easiest part was the excision of the rectum. The rectum was only elastic, the blade street itself was very good, and the discovery that if the Great Dragon came out again, the hole in the ass would be the weakest delight for those involved in defence. Although the mercenaries who actually fought with the thought of dying looked subtle.

This finding was laid down as a secret of the Mortairn family. Most likely, no one would listen to it, and even if they were, they wouldn't think it was credible. The legendary weakness of the indestructible monster is the butthole, etc. I don't want to talk about it, even if it's true. It would be more credible to lie about the back, the weakness of the scales growing only one upside down, etc.

At the moment, the work is progressing well.

I'm in the process of hand-digging out other organs now, but if I've finished mining my body in the future, I'll be tanning the leather with scales on. Ultimately, we plan to process all the corrupt elements and only bone will remain.

Everything is hand explored because there is no such thing as a craftsman dealing with dragons in the world. Mortarn territory was currently in a progressive and turbulent swirl.

"Hmm.“ Sounds like mining is on its way. "

Pais nodded lightly as he inspected.

His eyes are calm to see what can literally be described as a mountain being shredded by man-made sea tactics, so calm that he does not think he is the culprit who created this confusion.

"Really, I definitely got the wrong job. My old fool. Wouldn't you still be able to escape?

"Nicolo. Please don't blur. You must be in charge of this case."

"Why am I in charge of such an unprecedented business?"

"I don't have any other free seniors, so I can't help it."

The Mortairn family is chronically understaffed. I get more people every year, but it's hard to improve because of the steady increase in workload.

In particular, it is valuable to have someone with some experience who is accustomed to the Mortairn family's fluency. I am also anxious to entrust people like those hired yesterday with important tasks.

So this time, it was Nicolo with several years of experience who was entrusted with the big job.

Originally, it's no surprise that a man with more experience than Nicolo is in charge of big tasks like dragon material "mining," but since all seniors above Nicolo have jobs they can never take off, he was set to take charge of them under the erasure method.

Koanthro is an assistant to Casserole in the King's Capital, Shiites uses his visibility to respond to visitors, and Grassage oversees various construction work being carried out in great haste. I can't move you as one.

If the year is higher, there are people like Douglad and Tobiam, but Tobiam is engaged in waterborne policing in a rapidly expanding new village, and Douglad is moving around outside its territory as a valuable diplomat. I can't take this off again either.

It's really urgent. Cousin, it's up to Nicolo to share the job of the vault number with the young and make up with the head of the Dailong relationship. Great speed birth. Had it not been for the Mortairns here, they would have been happy to let go.

You are unfamiliar and responsible. There's no point in Nicolo wanting to complain about one or two, three or four, five or six.

"So, what's the current progress?

"Proportionally, it's like half the time. I've already collected the eyeballs, and now I'm taking out what I think is the liver."

"Fine. How was your liver?

"There were reports that they were significantly stronger than other organs. He also clotted his blood because he wasn't bleeding out, and yet he said it was like a rock."

"I see."

Each organ of the dragon is collected individually for each species and salted on top of the classification. Sooner or later, the task of examining the characteristics of each site awaits.

At least what we now know is that bloody meat has the effect of healing some wounds if eaten. supposedly. In the “official announcement“ of the Mortairn family, though.

In fact, that's what's happening with the results of bringing in poor humans and officially doing human experiments. The comparative experiment of collecting orphans and floaters and randomly dividing them into two groups, with similar wounds intentionally applied, giving the meat of dragons on one side and only water on the other. It's a human experiment itself, but it's inhumane. It's because enthusiastic hopefuls are gathered because salaries are paid, and minimal data collection was a pressing challenge.

As a result, the group that ate the dragon's meat obviously healed faster. This result was published without hiding, including the process under study, thus leading to unparalleled persuasion.

In response to this experimental result, the Mortairn family assumed that the dragon's flesh had a healing effect, but should not be fooled by this. The spiteful boy's intelligence is purely scientific, and anyone who sees it will use even the right experimental results for the plot.

As a matter of fact, the human body was originally equipped with the ability to heal naturally, it is only natural that there should be a difference in the healing of wounds between humans who ate meat and became better nourished, and those who remained poorly nourished as floaters. The same result would have been achieved not with dragon meat, but with cow meat and sheep meat. I have not lied, but what is not necessarily true is the noble word.

Why did you do it? This is biased, aimed at hiding the magic of Pais.

The fact that Pais [transcribes] the magic of healing from the wizard of the Holy Nation is a top secret known only to the upper layers of the Mortairn family. If there is something conveniently available, it is stranger not to use it.

In the future, even if Pais used a sneak [cure], it would be considered the shadow of a dragon in the official announcement. The upper management is relieved that a truly convenient excuse has been made.

"More problematic than that is theft and embezzlement"

"Hmm?"

Nicolo pointed out once again the problem. In the unprecedented event of the dismantling of the dragon's mining, it has been determined in advance that something unforeseen will happen. It is wrong to assume that nothing will end as expected without any trouble.

Therefore, there was a common understanding that if problems arose, reporting, communication and consultation should be conducted in a confidential manner.

Pais urged him to continue as he nodded at his men's deeds.

"There are many people out there who will sneak up on the spot or try to tickle and sidestream"

"Why?

"People who talk on the spot think that wounds and illnesses will heal. Looks like the sidestream's loaded with money."

"The only way to steal is to step up the waterfront measures to punish them severely."

Dailong material. The unprecedented has a premiere.

In particular, it is not hard to imagine rumors that bloody things can be seen to be therapeutically effective, but that they are supposed to call in theft. There will be limits to the side that controls theft, even if meat, or even an earlier piece of finger, begins to come up with a dark merchant to give out and buy gold coins. If I put it in my stomach in the first place, it would be an easy victory to hide evidence and such. If you're digging and they say you accidentally got into your mouth, there's nothing you can do.

But that's why if you leave it alone, more and more people will come out in good shape. It's only a matter of time before the abalone eats from the side of the dig.

"There's been a scream from all parts of the world that they want us to do something about."

"I guess so. But even if it's a countermeasure."

"Is it difficult?

"There are too many people in and out to be guarded, and it won't be possible to control the miners until they crease the shards. We can't keep an eye on everyone."

The problem of burglary and stumping cannot be left unattended. However, many problems are difficult when measures are actually taken. If we're going to deal with this with the most certainty, we're going to put surveillance on every human being we mine, but there's no way we have that kind of human resource.

"How about making it mandatory for workers to be naked? You can check in and out."

If we let everyone work bare, fewer people would try to hide it and bring it out. Because the stash is going down dramatically.

But Pais looked sinister.

"There will just be more people eating it. Besides, when the naked people are mining, it can have a negative impact."

"Well, that's not what I want to see."

In Mortairn territory, all the men work naked. If there are rumors, for example, that it will keep decent human feet away, I can't doubt it.

Alternatively, a man's nakedness brings together a predilectional person who loves to be naked. Wind discipline is also disturbed and scandals are spreading. It has some effect on anti-theft measures and has major disadvantages, Pays says.

"Weird rumors are troubling me when I'm about to make chocolate too and add more different sweets"

"Is it chocolate"

Pace's goal in life is to make the best sweets. That's why we're trying to enrich the territory and spread the sweets. It is unacceptable for Pace to have a strange image of treats being made by a naked man, etc.

"It's time to finally get some cocoa and see if we can produce it on the territory. It wouldn't be nice to have a naked image of a man stuck to the chocolate."

"Is that what it is?

"That's right. Even it is rare. Go on a luxury route. I want to do a lot of prototyping for it... and I won't allow it to be too far-fetched, will I?

"I know. It's a joke."

Originally it was a joke that was half naked, even as Nicolo. I'm not disappointed when you say no.

"It's not a funny joke, but it must be true that the status quo requires measures"

"Do you have any ideas?

"We think a lot, but also a lot of difficult issues. Perhaps we need to prepare some thoughtful help."

What is Pace's stand for?

I couldn't hide my unpleasant hunch when I saw how my contemplating boss was doing, Nicolo.