Tadashi Tanaka (41) Birth of a Kingdom – ‘Medieval Europe Is Too Harsh!’

The next day, I visited the villages of Smina and Andre with Lolo.

Soon the village daughter notices and waves over here.

She is certainly a friend of Smina's.

I also head to Cokers' house, waving gently.

Again, compared to other villages, this village is quite rich and populous.

I think it's amazing that I can't really feel exhausted letting people out in the war.

When I headed to Smina's house, for some reason, Cokers said he already knew where I was, and the parents welcomed me themselves.

... How did you figure that out?

I tilt my neck a little, but I decided not to care.

As a matter of fact, Tane was easy, and the farmer who noticed me and my village daughter waving at him ran to let him know.

"Dear Barian, congratulations on this victory."

"Thank you, Lord Cokers, I'm afraid the parents will welcome themselves."

I went down the horse and left it to Lolo.

My height is high, and when Cokers stands in front of me, it's kind of funny to see a bald climb.

Smina doesn't pinch her mouth because her parents, Cokers, are greeting her, and seems to be holding her back...... Honestly, my dad is fine, so I want to flirt with Smina soon.

"Come on, let's have a victory feast, we've got a wild goat to finish today."

"No, no, no need to worry. The battle against Bashraar is not over yet, and let's talk about it in person."

Hearing my words, Cokers rejoiced in a flair he said was full of joy.

I guess it's because I said, "I'm marrying Smina."

Cokers, a wealthy civilian, wanted connections with the Count's family in search of a knighthood.

If I marry my daughter Smina, the Count's second son, his ambitions would go a long way.

... Honestly, a banquet or something is troublesome...

I was staring at Cocos' bald head with a blur.

………………

It was sweet.

I was picking on a village society.

It is not a mistake to say that everyone is inside you when you say "inside you" in the countryside.

There's no such thing as a skimmer for strangers. It's a closed space.

…… how did this happen……?

Everyone drinks a beer without bubbles and everyone makes a scene while eating a pot of wild goats.

The goat juice, which is only salty, is quite dull, but it tastes good when used to it. I guess I like it better than Roba.

I guess the reason why there are so few working men is because they join Andre's brother in the Expeditionary Army.

But even though the army moaned that there was no food, I can still feel free in this village.

This is often summer. Naturally, this is not the case in winter.

Winter food conditions are harsh wherever they go.

Starvation and frozen death are familiar things everywhere.

"Let me talk to you about Master Barrian. No! Andre told me you fought on the front lines!

An old farmer tells me about the battlefield.

Then the other man stood up and flew a spit (bump) out of his mouth, excited to say, "That was amazing."

"Keep going with me! I killed 100 Bashraar."

Apparently, there are other people besides Andre who took part in the earlier defense battle.

He is cheering up the story by hand.

Then I decided to talk about my battlefield experience.

This is the home of Smina.

I want to get along with my residents as much as possible.

"The enemy is approaching... 10,000 Bashraal, hundreds this way, overwhelmingly disadvantaged... arrows poured down like rain from the enemy!

I speak flashy, turning myself in to talk.

Adults and children alike. Men love brave stories.

"A few of those arrows make me afraid I won't be able to hide in my shield...... but Andre won't be frightened! How dare you cut an arrow with your sword and fly forward..."

I exaggerate the war ahead and tell the villagers.

Especially fun because everyone would be thrilled if I multiplied Andre's activity by about 100 times.

The children stare at Andre with a sparkling and respectful eye.

By the way, Andre doesn't really use swords, but he doesn't have any problems.

Because this is a "story".

"An enemy axe looms upon me when I fall in enemy formation... but then! An enemy axe struck the universe. It's Andre! Andre is the enemy's big man..."

Lolo drinks his beer as he niggles, and Andre is making his face snap "No well, hey".

If I had Andre's brother on the expedition, I might be laughing a lot, but his father, Cokers, is a cute thing because he's happy to be mixed up with his kids.

The conversation also ended and I took my seat off "I'm going to piss on you," he said.

If you look at Smina, she'll take her seat off, too.

The motion is immense, so much so that the women on the side laugh bitterly.

We left the banquet and sat side by side in the shade of a tree.

"Liar, your brother can't be so brave."

Smina blames me for my lies at the very beginning of the opening... she had so much to say.

"I'm not lying, Andre is brave... I'm just sayin 'to Choppy Dale"

We exchanged our gazes and laughed at Couscous.

"Show me."

I don't know because Smina turns to my front and makes a serious face but doesn't have a subject.

"What?

"Injury. My brother told me that Master Barrian was also injured."

I laugh, "It's no big deal," but I took my shirt off because Smina is serious.

"I guess here... well, the details are all kinds of..."

When I showed her the arrow wound, Smina licked the wound softly.

This is extremely primitive but a cure.

Animals lick wounds because saliva contains disinfectant and wound-healing ingredients.

Everyone will remember unconsciously licking finger wounds and such.

It's an instinct for healing wounds.

I held Smina tight and whispered, "Let's go to the barn."

No one was looking for us who disappeared from the banquet.

………………

By sundown, we had left the village.

"Sorry to keep you waiting..."

Me and Smina burned out of my mind and kept Lolo waiting.

Lolo just laughs "ha".

"I'm sorry... even Lolo would have missed Milette."

"No, I'll see you tomorrow."

Lolo is really a "good guy".

My husband and I are slaves, but he's my best friend.

"You know, Millet's grandfather or dad... I'd like to say hello."

"What? Is that a greeting? Didn't you know Mr. Alban……?

Alban is Millet's grandfather. He is also a merchant entering and leaving the mansion of Lioncool.

By the way, Millett's father is a universal merchant and has no knowledge of this one.

He is a merchant who travels from town to town in a caravan.

It is also an essential part of poor lioncool.

"No, I'm not, Millet's 17 too... you're getting married, right?

"… that is……"

Lolo's mouth cages in my words.

Lolo, who can read, write, and calculate, has been invited by Alban to be Millet's son-in-law.

Few can read, write, or calculate in this age.

Lolo, who is also good at martial arts, is actually a chunk of special skill.

I can't imagine how much it would be worth if I bought it as a slave.

Regardless, from the lolo of slavery status, it is no more favourable condition to become a liberating slave and a son-in-law of a wealthy merchant.

And most importantly, I like Millet.

It's not like I'm lost.

"I want to serve Master Barian... so..."

"Oh, that's why I'm going to say hello. I want you to stay with my men and allow Millet to marry me."

Yes, I prepared sugar for that.

The rucksack contains the initial vegetable sugar and the recently improved vegetable sugar, about 30 cm of barbecued pot, each for about the seventh minute.

There are still problems with quality, but just by sugar, the value is immeasurable.

If this doesn't work, it doesn't matter what you take.

………………

"Is this……?

"Sugar. Look at the taste."

The next day, I had a business meeting with Alban at Millet's place.

In confidence, of course.

"Sweet............! This is right, sugar."

Alban is a skinny, over-60 old man with a bald head and cloudy eyes due to cataracts.

He can't hide how surprised he was by licking the sugar.

"Where did you get this… although it is rarely distributed to Lioncool"

"I made it. Alchemy."

"Oh, my God," Alban muttered.

Alchemy has not thrived in this era, but it has long been known to exist as a study that turns inferior metals into gold.

"In alchemy…… sugar"

"Oh, as a matter of fact, there's sugar here."

"Uhm," Alban said.

It's a very unbelievable and suspicious story about a 14-year-old young man making alchemy, but sugar exists in front of him.

He seems worried about how to take this fact.

I didn't haunt the alchemist, but the explanation is "alchemy" is what makes sugar out of the vegetables.

It won't be understood if you explain it poorly, and it makes more sense to be an alchemist.

"I want to trade this confidentially… I can make sugar regularly, but I don't want people to know."

"That is…… I guess so"

Alban nods at my words.

If you do poorly, such as alchemists and mysticism, you could be treated heretically by the Church.

"Instead of wholesale this to Mr. Alban, I'd like you to do me a favor."

"Well, that's all I'm talking about…… I'll ask."

Alban's eyes gain strength and narrow.

It must be the eyes of a merchant who deserves me.

"I want you to marry my granddaughter Millet and Lolo... keep Lolo my men"

"Well, that's"

It seems that Alban was struck by an unexpected suggestion.

You must have thought that you could blow up the extra challenge of making a noble young man.

"Mr. Millett and Lolo like it, I want him to marry me. But I can't let go of Lolo either."

"But you're in trouble. Millet is a grain of our family... because my son only has Millet."

I nodded, "That's a good idea."

Alban is rich.

Rich people are a thing that cares about the whereabouts of their property… even after their own death.

Modern times are not much different around here.

"The two oldest sons are bound to enter Mr. Alban's merchant house... what do you think?

"Ha ha, how many do you think I am? It's 64 now."

I stare at Alban.

"300 ducats"

Alban accidentally said the amount.

"It's sugar, 300 ducats in two pots. This is my first commercial, so let me make it cheaper...... Anyway, I don't know how much the sugar produced by alchemy will cost. Look at your reputation and let me think about your value again."

I can't tell if 300 ducats is cheap or not... well, it must be cheap.

By the way, if you hire mercenaries for travel escorts, etc., the daily allowance is about 20-40 ducats with meals.

"I mean, that's..."

"Yes, let's acknowledge my granddaughter's marriage...... BUT"

Alban vomited his words strongly.

I roar my throat with gokuri.

"The eldest child will be asked to enter the merchant's house. And let the sugar trade go on."

Alban has offered me his right hand.

I grip it hard.

We have a deal.

"Lolo! Millet! You're asking!?

When I spoke to the door, they entered the room embarrassed.

"Congratulations, we'll have a wedding when Basil gets home"

Alban laughs at me. Not the face of a merchant, but a good face.

Basil and I seem to be Millet's father, by the way.

"Grandpa......... thank you"

Millet responded to Alban with a full smile.

As always, he has a ragged chest.

"Say thank you to Master Barian... Lolo, I've never seen anyone like Master Barian before, and it's a great advantage for my family that you, my son-in-law (Muko), follow Master Barian. I hope so."

"Yes, thank you very much!

Lolo responded loudly to Alban's words.

In the early winter of this year, Lolo and Millett got married.

Now Lolo is freed from his slavery status and becomes a freed slave.

I had no intention of getting paid to free Lolo, but Alban didn't give in hard work and ended up receiving 30,000 ducats in installments... I feel subtle as my friendship seemed priced.

I hated it, but I apologize to Lolo if I got weird and mean and the conversation went on.

I was forced to convince him that it was like a knot, and eventually received it.

There is still confusion about the differences in values around here.

Lolo was to leave the Long Slave House and live in a store and residence in Alban.

By the way, the building is not the property of Alban, who is a free citizen, but a renter.

Because you are so rich, I think you should just take about citizenship, but it seems more convenient for universal merchants not to be tied to the land.

Ultra-history merchants go to various lands... I guess there's a lot going on.

Later, Alban laughed, "At this rate, I think I'll soon have a great-grandson (Himago)."

It seems that Lolo and Millett don't hesitate to have a cohabitant, but they have a nocturnal wrestling competition.

Best of all is the affinity of the couple.

Behind them living happily ever after, I slapped Alban in the ear. "Lolo, Millet, and I help make sugar before I know it myself," he said.

The point is, if you betrayed me, Lolo and Millett threatened to take you on the road.

In fact, I have bought pickled vegetables from Millet through Rollo. It's not a total lie.

Alban caught his face and sugar became traded in two pots of 500 ducats.