Sweet Reincarnation

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo"

After the auction ended successfully and immense wealth poured into the Mortairn family.

In the Wang capital, Baron Mortairn Takaserol became a one-jump man, and while he was being taken by various socialites without a pull, the flirtatious boy, arguably a disturbance tense himself, was returning to the estate's mansion for a gold account.

A pile of gold coins piled up in bulk. What Payce counts as one or two is not the number of gold coins. Counting the number of pots containing a slice of gold.

About 3,000 gold coins in a pot. It weighs less than 100 kg, including the weight of the kettle itself. It weighs two or three adults if a person lifts and carries it, and there are hundreds of them just looking over.

If so many gold coins are gathered in one place, it is a spectacular sight, so much so that young humans and others have fallen in odd voices. Of course, he was a young man in the accounting department who was going to scream happily with a lot more work.

It is a sight that looks good to the extent that even the usually busy veteran squire was bothered to visit.

"I think every time."

"Am I?"

"What is that way of counting young ladies? I never heard of it until I got here, and no one else is doing it."

"I don't know. Before I taught you how to count numbers, yeah, I counted them. It's one of the weirdest things about a kid, but it's still a normal kind of weird thing."

It was about the same time Pais talked about counting numbers. Parents such as Casserole and Aniez were also surprised when they counted that they didn't even teach, but now it is more of a normal category if the counting is somewhat strange.

Undoubled in age to a bandit opponent suddenly causes a duel disturbance if it flips the industrial structure in the territory from its roots. If I count what I've done, I doubt the existence of something like common sense.

And at the end of the sentence, he defeated the Great Dragon. The earliest common sense is a level feat that hives and falls seven times. Moreover, I have earned gold coins in the hundreds or millions of units, wondering if I put that material up for auction.

When it is no longer a large sum of money at this level, it is an amount that, if done badly, might be said to be the state budget.

At least, it's not a good amount of money you're holding in your little baroness territory.

Now that the person who caused the disturbance has declared that he wants to have a peaceful life and so on, so we're talking about which mouth says.

"Four hundred and thirty-five pots, right? We'll know the approximate number, and then we'll get the detailed amount."

The moment it was found that there were more than four hundred pots, all of which were filled with gold coins, the Shiites squire and Nicolo, who were around, looked away. More than a million gold coins. I have to worry about losing the vaulted floor without joking. Money that weighs so much that a hole is going to be in the bottom of the vault physically. How dare you make so much money?

"Who counts?

Shiites asked, knowing the answer.

"Well, Shiites and Nicolo will have to do it"

"Don't be impotent. Put it down. Count these gold coins one by one, my life expectancy comes first."

"Shiites are old too."

"I'm still young... and I'm not. We can't just get involved in the gold account. Do it to another human being."

Suppose we counted all ten of them appropriately, counting them one by one. Even if it was a second counting horribly fast, two thousand minutes is a calculation to cross. It would take three days and four days to spend twelve hours a day. Just count the gold coins, do it without a break for three days. Doesn't go out of style. This is it, assuming you can count ten in a flash. If you do it carefully, one or two pieces, it will take a month. I'm sure if I don't want to see gold coins around Nicolo anymore, I'll be a neurosis.

Shiitz urged me to at least let another human being do it. At the very least, it is a matter to be dealt with with with with by increasing the number of personnel.

I can't help but admit that as Payce. It's not an easy issue.

"But that being said, this is all gold coin. Sometimes when you make a bad person count, the devil will give it to you."

"Sort of."

A mountain of gold that counts only as Hinofu in a pot. Whoever sees it is a lot of money. If you can even get one pot, you can live a lifetime of luxury.

The demon gives it away. No wonder I stuck gold in my pocket about a pot, about a grab, about a slice. Anyway, nobody knows exactly how many sheets there are.

"Do you want the ex-mercenaries to count?

"That's not good. I'll cross the mountain with as much as I can hold. Those guys."

"Isn't that right? Then we'll have to count to someone we can trust."

Even with more manpower, let the mercenaries count. No, such imitation is a foolishness. It's a blinding lot of money. Hold as much as you can, you must cross the border with joy. The Mortairns, however they may be called, have no power over foreign lands. There are limits to what even the royal family of the Kingdom of God can do.

Though a trusted mercenary, it involves anxiety to make him work in a place full of magic called gold.

Whatever happens, it's not something that can operate properly unless we get the numbers confirmed in the inner circle of the Mortairn family.

"... I'm going to use it. What do you think?

"Of course it will, what do you use it for?

This much gold in the first place, it's hard to leave it.

If I were to leave it in Mortairn territory, I would have nowhere else to put it than in the lord's mansion. Put it where it's bad, Mr. Bandit, and I'll go with it.

Then I guess I should just use it, but as a Mortaire family that doesn't even luxury on a daily basis, I had trouble using it.

"When it comes to spending all this money... is it a work of art?

"I don't like it. I don't have an aesthetic eye, and we don't have an expert who can assess that hand."

"Well, is it?"

If you're going to spend a lot of money, the first thing you can think of is art. If it's a painting or sculpture, it's convincing that the finest products will crown hundreds. So there's asset value, and fortunately, there's a lot of art in the market right now, and we're talking about when we buy it. Because of someone, there are several houses that have replaced important artwork with gold.

I'm not a bad buyer as part of asset management.

But then it's the crook who comes out. It's not about Pais, of course. There are people who say that this is the work of the world and that it is a delicacy of many times, and they try to sell art for a high price.

Buyers end up losing a lot of money if they buy the right knowledge and accurate appraisal from the broker they're trying to fool.

A great nobleman would have the knowledge and experience of his hand, but the Mortairns do not have the knowledge or experience of his hand.

"Then gems or jewellery..."

Is it a jewel when art is useless?

If you buy it, it may be useful to use it in some way, and it would be a good gift to the women of the Mortairn family who have been going through a lot of hard work.

"Mother and Liquorice will love it, but it will also be water on the baking stone"

"A pot will suffice."

"In a luxurious story"

Buy jewellery and jewellery. But even if I bought something full of expensive, a pot of gold would suffice.

Buying more than that can only be wasted. If you think of yourself as a squanderer of gold, you get more trouble every time.

"In the meantime, do you want to sprinkle a cup on the territory?"

"Spread over territory?

"The other three years, exempt from all taxes. The financial resources are the kettle there. You can do it, right?"

"Well, see you..."

Shiitz turned a blind eye to what Pais had to say.

If we were to exempt the territory from any taxes, the inhabitants would be happy. That's for sure. But I don't have to wonder what's morally going on.

"Nicolo, what do you say?

"Do it, I don't think there's anything you can't do"

Nicolo calculates the approximation and puts some pots aside and decides it's enough.

Double last year's tax revenues for another three years. It's amazing how you can bribe me. On top of that, Shiites is black-and-white when it's awesome to decide on a complete tax exemption.

Nicolo looked fine. I've been coming to the Mortairn family for a few years. I am also used to the impotence of Pais, so impotence is the routine.

"And then... what to use it for"

"Would you even buy land?

"Land?"

"Depending on the negotiation, there will be others who will give up the land."

There are many things in the aristocracy, and if you are in trouble with money, there is no one to let go of the land. Ten years ago, the Mortern family and I were seriously considering selling Mortern territory and becoming a nobleman just for the title.

With that in mind, I hear management is hard around the neighborhood right now. If you pile up the gold, you might agree to sell it.

"That being said, our neighbor is not a lot of land we want."

"Or so it is."

"You'll need to think carefully about what you're going to use it for."

If you're buying land, there's no point in buying an enclave. It is desirable and convenient to have a continuous land connected to Mortairn territory.

Nevertheless, the southern border was originally. When I say next door, there is no flourishing territory. Some land would be good if we went as far as Ratesh territory, but then it would be an enclave, and the distance would be far away.

Buy land. Not a bad idea, but Pace reluctantly says there's a difficulty with feasibility.

"Did Boy come up with anything else?

When I couldn't make a good suggestion inside, Shiites pointed the water at Pais.

At that moment, Pace smiles more.

"Right...... I have a good idea!!

"Ahhh... I think I got it, me"

"That's an odd encounter, so am I."

Both Nicolo and Shiites immediately understood what Pais was trying to say.

That this boy came up with something good with a full smile.

There is always one truth.

"Make Sweets!!

"Look, I knew it"

Do you know what I'm talking about?

No surprise at the earliest.

Pais told me he was going to make sweets. And there's so much gold roaring.

Shiites and Nicolo gave up their thoughts, not even to deny it.

"Quick, you're shopping!!

A wolf and a paice that begins to consider what to use for.

The eyes were sparkling and sparkling.

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"Well done, Casserole."

"Immediately upon His Majesty's summons."

To the voice of the king, the kneeling baron Mortairn, Casserole, answers.

"Good, such a hard greeting doesn't suit that person. Whether you're a dragon slayer."

Casserole stood up to his word to make things easier, but he responds to the king's words with a slight bitter laugh. Because I'm not the one who defeated the dragon.

"Unfortunately, it was his son who defeated the Great Dragon"

"Doesn't Mortairn make a difference? If both parents and children become heroes, it doesn't make so much difference which one will defeat them."

"I'm afraid so."

In fact, as a matter of fact, you are right that the Mortairn family had huge assets in their hands and the honor of defeating the dragon. Being a father or a son doesn't make much difference from the relationship between noble houses.

In the battlefield, for example, suppose your men defeated the enemy general. My men will naturally get fame, but the nobility who led it will also be honored. The honor of my men is the honor of the nobility. If you think of it as an honor to the house, then whoever in the house tries to handle it, it's the same thing in the end.

From the results of the team's victory, it's a trivial story, for example, who your teammates scored.

My son or not, but the result of defeating the dragon is no different. The king “dared” to say so.

I don't know, I have something to say, and Casserole mysteriously stretches her spine.

"By the way, Viscount Mortairn (...)"

"What?"

The title of casserole is the Baron. I called it the Viscount. Did Callison make a mistake? No, that can't be right. The status quo is official and records are kept. There is no way to be rude about inadvertently mistaking the other person's title in a position that would also be a king.

I mean, that's the thing.

"They'll have tons of money on hand right now."

"That's right."

"How long?

"I don't know the details. If it's a rough estimate, we're talking 600,000 crowns."

"Oh, I see. Isn't that a lot of money?"

"Ha"

I have heard that the amount actually obtained is even more than double, but Casserole replied in the sense that the current floating recreational assets, with the exception of the ones whose use has been decided, will do something in the budget for the next fiscal year.

"Besides, isn't that the amount was“ part ”of the dragon's material"

"Ha."

Officially, all dragon materials are to have been sold.

In fact, however, a good amount is sleeping in a hidden warehouse in the Mortairn family. Because it is useful as a research material and has been found to have surprisingly many uses.

"So much gold. Simply embracing it has a negative effect on the state. You know what that is?

"Ha."

Money is what goes around. Although casserole is not as bright a person as it is when it comes to the economy, I understand with a skin feel the harm caused by the rich not spending gold.

I used to be a complete other HR and bitter about the people who wouldn't lend me money to the rich guy, but now I'm a big rich guy.

Just put in the money and don't spend it. Even children can see that such a situation is not preferable.

"But... there are too many things I got as a legitimate consideration, so I can give them to you. There you go... Viscount Mortairn, why don't you buy some land?

"The land, is it?

"Hmmm. It's not big enough... it's big enough for all the aristocracy in this country to fit perfectly"

The land of the kingdom of God is surprisingly small, too, a land that the king can dictate at will. Because most of the land is given to territorial aristocracy and the operation is entrusted to it.

But the king says he will sell vast tracts of land.

As far as casserole knows, there is only one such land. Rightly it is an undeveloped forest rather than land.

"Is that... could it be?

"Hmm. It's the Devil's Forest. All the things that have laid hands on that forest more than in ancient times have fallen. The reason is still uncertain, but as far as we're concerned, we'll have to live around the woods and scrape it off carefully over the years. That's what I thought."

"Ha."

"Come here, there's more moving to cut through those woods."

"I see. Is it our influence"

There have long been numerous attempts to explore the Devil's Forest. But the results are obvious if we consider that the vast forest of demons is still alive and well in the present situation. A horrible existence that swallows many lives, assets and materials and sometimes fangs. That's the Devil's Forest.

"Hmm. The opinion is deeply rooted that it would be Dailong's fault that the Devil's Forest is sending people. That's the reward for coming here and crusading the dragon. There are many who think that this is an opportunity to explore the Devil's Forest…"

But coming here, the opportunity to explore the Devil's Forest is booming.

When it comes to the Dragon Crusade, the reason is obvious, and unfounded confidence is spreading that we can now explore the Devil's Forest.

"So, to us?

"Mm-hmm. As a royal family, putting your hands on the Devil's Forest is considered a contraindication from the first generation. But if we leave it like this, the Devil's Forest will open in disorder. This is outrageous. I still don't know what's in those woods."

"I think you're right."

The Forest of Demons, where the beasts gushed out of jaws, even if the Mortairns entered just a little. If you get your hands on it in earnest, it's not something you know what's gonna pop up.

"That's why when you buy them out, as a royal family, you unload one. If they manage to cut through the Devil's Forest, it's not going to be the worst? I don't think there are any more dragons. Even if they were there, if they were there, we could do something about it."

Collect the gold from the Mortairn family. And I leave the nasty luggage to you. As a king, I am all hail.

As a nobleman, I am privileged because I have a set of troubles. It was once again a casserole that reminded me of the moment when I became a nobleman, but there is only one answer.

"... I will do my best"

"Good. So the amount is 600,000 crowns...... no, do you want to keep it at 500,000 crowns? As soon as I confirm the amount, I entrust the jurisdiction of the Demon Forest to the Mortairn family. Casserole, keep it coming."

"Ha"

An upbeat king and a magical casserole.

They still had no reason to know what was going to happen.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

When the casserole was being summoned by the king.

I spent a lot of money coming down, and Pace was doing all he could with the scattering.

"So, what did Boy make again?

I don't even have to think about it, like sweet madness being scattered.

Shiites asked half-hearted how many sweets he had made.

"It's a treat called fondant chocolate, I used a lot of precious cocoa, so you can buy a field with one of these."

"This is luxurious again"

"You look like a dragon."

Fondant Chocolate was made by Pais.

The sweet aroma of chocolate and the unique aroma of the baked sweets is felt. It is a sweet sweet dish that is likely to come out of anyone's eyes.

"A little while ago, you'd be knocking down scattered goods in hundreds of gold coins, but now you can laugh and forgive me."

"It's just a luxury right now."

"Then hurry up..."

"Hey Nicolo, why are you eating before me!!

A delicacy made with cocoa beans carried over a long voyage and plenty of mortarn sugar, carefully crafted by Pace with all his heart.

On a white painted wood dish, a brown object on a chocolate. Reverse the plump looking cake with a fork. Melted chocolate appears hello from inside.

I can't imagine it from the outside, the ultimate in skill. It should also be called a piece of art to eat, Pace's self-confidence.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Excellent. I did a good job this time."

A flood of sweetness runs around my mouth.

The scent is also fragrant as it falls out of the nasal cavity, and I can't stop sipping, sipping again.

Delicious, just delicious. Everyone flattens with the feeling of happiness that falls out of the heavenly edge of their heads.

Even as Pais, this one has been a satisfactory one for a long time.

Daily treats were made with concern for moderation, but only in this fondant chocolate could they be made by throwing away the reluctant two letters. A treat that can be made with as many ingredients as you want, in your mind.

A very satisfied confectioner drinks tea with a smile on his face.

"But this treat looks like a boy."

"Where is it?

While his stomach was swollen, Fujitsu said what he had in mind. Somehow, this fondant chocolate resembles Pais, he said.

"The exterior looks soft and the contents are dry."

"Superior squire, good!! Besides, it's black inside."

"Then you're right!!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, booming guys.

Even though it only looks adult and fluffy, if you look at the contents, it's black and drooling. I laugh when it's exactly Pais himself.

"... both of you, I'm ready for good. So you don't mind if I get more work?

"Hiya!! Tyranny!!

"I cannot tolerate insults to sweets. I'll give you both a job to keep. I just decided!!

"Strongly disagree!!

Mortairn territory is as noisy as usual.

Fondant chocolate is sweet and swingy.

And it tasted bitter inside.