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

It's a hot summer day.

Potatoes and sweat fell from my chin.

I was building a fort on the pioneering hill right now.

The brotherhood faces are the same.

We're all building barracks today.

The barracks are an extremely simple structure.

First, assemble shaft sets (jigsaw) such as columns and beams (stirrups) with wood.

The exterior walls are then stacked with stones and the clay is applied to create the exterior walls.

The roof is a simple rubble made from a wild-fired kiln.

I only knew the gas kiln in the ceramics class, so I was wondering if making baked goods required more specialized skills and equipment... but the kiln seems to be simple enough.

By the way, clay can be picked along the elbow river with good quality stuff... I don't really know the good or bad clay, but I think it would be appreciated.

Tile making is difficult.

Knead well, shape with mould, dry, and cook.

That's all in words, but it's not easy when you actually do it.

Tanqueray is cleverly manipulative and quick with only half the flat hand.

Lolo is polite but slow.

Looks like Jean disappeared at some point.

I'm... actually surprisingly good at this sort of thing.

Even though the Count's deputy is good at tile making, no one gets it.

The roasted tiles are arranged on a simple cut wife roof.

The floor is simply earthen.

Don't place the rocket stove on a flat, hardened floor.

That's it.

It is stone-built and splendid.

"It's splendid."

I was satisfied with the new barracks.

This large rectangular building, which only lasts a moment, provides a living space for the group to sleep in.

I want to keep building some of this and ultimately aim for a capacity that can withstand the Battle of Cage Castle.

"... it sounds like Barian."

Tanqueray looks at Nico and this one and laughs.

"Normally it's made from the castle master's quarters, but Master Barrian is the other way around."

"I'll stay in the barracks."

Tanqueray and Lolo laugh happily.

There is no place for me in this pioneering land.

It's because I always sleep in the barracks.

That seems preferable to them.

I haven't taken much care of my privacy since I was Tanaka.

Is it your original personality or are you accustomed to living in a temple when you were a child...... I don't know that.

There was a cemetery in the temple, and there was usually someone else's entry and exit from the cemetery.

It was as much as people's eyes.

"I don't care if you build my mansion at this stage... well, I'm sure you will eventually"

When I smiled, I saw Andre in the distance.

Looks like they're bringing in a few guys.

This hill has great views.

... here he is, now what kind of guy is he?

I wasn't enjoying DIY.

They were waiting for people.

King of El Wargne, an interracial people living in the mountains.

The Lord of the Mountains I'm about to explore.

It was through a deal with the people of the mountains that they sought a meeting with the king of Erwanje… André's masterpiece.

………………

I picked up a line of El Wagne in a square built on a hill.

There are six of them.

Everyone's got a bunch of spears and they're wearing clothes made of fur... isn't it hot?

Everyone is drawing a blue line with some paint on their faces.

"You did well, Elwanee people"

"It's a persolone. Young king of Baysun."

Answered by a man wearing a fine necklace.

Red, green, black, white…… a heavy necklace made of colorful stone.

Perhaps he is the long one.

He's a big, red-haired man.

My beard is growing in mojamoja, but I feel unexpectedly young.

It seems strong enough.

I tilted my neck "first" at his words.

It's a little harsh, but the words make sense… but it's a word I don't know as a persona.

"We are not called the Persolone, El Wargne."

I nodded, "I see."

There are nuances that Erwanje said "people who live on the border" or "barbarians".

It's a disdain from the Amoros.

I guess their self-proclaimed persona.

... but who is Bassun?

"Pardon me, King of Partholone. What is Baysun?

"We call this basin Baysun"

... I see you mean the Lioncool Basin... Basin, huh?

"This is a souvenir, I want it delivered."

In the words of the king of Partholone the servants offered fur.

The fur of bears and deer is lined up with colorful stones.

"Thank you, King of Partholone... this is a reward, I want you to receive it"

When I give the instructions, a bag full of rye can be arranged with an iron vessel.

Until now, they Partholone came down from the mountains and traded.

They bring in beasts and furs, and they bring back cereals and iron vessels.

The king of Partholone laughed at Ni and called him "I am Niar".

"Nice to meet you, I'm a variant"

We'll name each other and have a drink and talk.

Niall goes straight in and asks Zubazuba the question he wants to ask.

"What are we going to do, pave the way for our mountains? Did you get permission from Tiengli?

"What is the god of heaven?

That said, the talks do not go inside at this rate.

The social system is different.

Common sense is different, religion is different.

"Heavenly God is the will of heaven."

"Really... how do I get permission from the gods?

Niall shakes his head to my question.

"The will of the heavenly gods can only be heard by prayer men. I want you to come to my country once too"

"Okay. Let's go anytime. As soon as it's convenient for you, let's go."

Me and Niall snort at each other.

In the meantime, I decided to leave the gods alone and tell them the benefits of paving the way.

"If we go down the road to the mountains, the deal gets bigger, and each other's shortages can make up for each other. Hunger will be reduced and we will learn from each other's culture. If people go out with each other and understanding goes on, there's no need to do that."

I preach profitability to the Nears.

They nodded and seemed convinced but did not reply well in colour.

It still seems like after confirming the will of the "god of heaven".

... Well, I can't help it. It's a mistake to think that everything will work out at once. Let's go temperament......

We got drunk with each other, and there were more stories.

"Balian, can you beat a bear? Alone."

Niall was good at raising his jaw.

The skin peels off and when exposed to skin, there are terrible scars on the left shoulder.

"I stopped with a spear. Throw the spear."

Niall showed me a strange shaped stick.

Dozens of centimetres of wooden bars with hooked ends.

"No, I've never fought a bear. What is this stick?

Niall laughed happily when I asked.

It's as innocent as a child bragging about a toy.

"Don't you know? This is how you use it."

Niall stood up and threw a spear along with a "huowow" and a tall hanging voice.

The spear roared and poked deep into the standing tree.

Awesome power.

... Awesome, it's like a missile...

I nailed it to the strange stick.

This stick is an instrument called a spear thrower.

The end of the stick is hooked and the spear is scratched and thrown.

If you throw while holding the end of the stick, the length of the stick is added to the length of the arm, and the centrifugal force increases the range and power of the throwing spear.

Instruments used around the world, but became obsolete due to the spread of bows and arrows.

However, it appears that the Partholone continue to use powerful spear throwers to hunt large beasts such as bears.

Spear throwers are also known as Atlattles.

"What do you say? You can do it."

Niall swelled his nose with skill.

… I see, the strength appeal or easy to understand……

I laugh.

I don't hate him for saying this.

"Wow. Did you take down the bear with that spear? I've never seen a bear hunt. Can you tell me?

"Um, bear and haha………………."

Me and Niall broke it right away.

Niall told me all sorts of things.

The mountain tribe known as Erwanje is divided into several clans.

That some tribes compete with each other.

that many suffer from hunger.

"Therefore, I pave the way and want cereal. Ask the gods."

Niall looked around drunk and said, "Hey? You," he asked the men of the offering.

Everyone seems to agree.

... Heavenly God...

I nodded vaguely and promised to visit the Partholone settlement.

I thought if I didn't get the help of the mountain tribes, I'd have to drive the Elwanees out to pave the way.

Naturally, however, there is enormous funding to send troops to destroy their settlements and build fortifications that protect the streets.

It's much cheaper to get along.

It was friendlier and more helpful than they thought.

"Hey, do the Parsons eat people?

"No, I've never eaten. He used to eat them with his heart out when he killed the enemy's chief."

"My grandfather and uncle are eaten, though," Niall grinned lonely.

The Partholone are apparently under pressure with the Maryja.

This is convenient.

If you want to hold hands, you're weak. The opponent is easier to accommodate.

"If you need soldiers, send them as mercenaries."

"I see. Then we must pray to the gods so that the way may pass."

To my suggestion, Niall laughed, "I had fun today," and stood up.

The men of the offering follow suit.

A lot of sudden action but I can't see any confusion in them.

"You're going now?

"Yeah, we don't rest in Bassoon. ancestral dictates."

I stood up to drop him off when I said, "Really?"

"I'll use it again soon, no drop-off needed"

Niall laughed and walked out.

It's a walk that feels powerful.

"That was awesome... kind of like painting barbarity"

Andre muttered potpourrily a while later.

"Really?

I smile bitterly.

The Japanese would say that even the Amoros are barbaric enough.

There is no big difference.

But Andre is reacting to that slight "difference".

... Religion is still like the OS of society. Is this a big difference…………………………………………………………………………

Then I wrote to Master Linnell.

"I began to interact with Erwanje. I want them to deliver the light of holy heaven '

I asked Master Linnell to preach for El Wagne.

It would be a great favor to make the Partholone people who believe in the heavenly gods, but groups with different faiths are difficult to deal with.

I'm going to ask you to convert for me.

It's "for me" to pave the way and spread the Holy Catholicism.

It is not good to suddenly change culture or religion.

Gradually, let's get Rioncooled through preaching and trading.

Like a slow-acting poison, eat it before you realize it.

Hand to hand and earn money on deals.

Anyway, I want to make it a little easier for my sons who will inherit my tracks.

Farewell to poverty.

I imagined a bright future and renewed my resolve.

………………

It was only four days after the next Parsolon tribe appeared.

Climb the mountain with this conductor.

Step into the land of the barbarian Elwanee.