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

Mr. and Mrs. Andre dropped us off, and we're heading to Jean's territory.

The official name remains the Knights of Bashro, but because it is difficult, we have unified the way we call it "Jean's Land".

My family switches to the carriage again and heads northwest.

The plan is to head north from Jean's territory to Viscount Draine's territory and to Baron Benuro's territory via Baron Albor's … a course around the northeast.

From here, Simon also rides for the flatlands to continue and does horse arches.

... I miss you, my brother had a torn ass skin and it was pathetic...

I was immersed in memories and watched over Blur and Simon's archery.

"Dear Barrian, it's time to get out of Cokers territory. Be careful."

Jose, who approached me softly, drew my attention to me.

From here on out is the area gained in the battle… that is, the old enemy land.

No wonder there's a bounce aimed at me with my family.

"Okay. Suppose I come forward...... Enzo! I'll leave this place to you."

I run my horse and mix with my brotherhood of escorts.

When I was with my family, I felt that the battlefield seemed dull.

When I came forward, Lolo called out.

"Dear Barian, what's wrong? Did your mother scold you and run away?

It is Lolo who takes the extraction of the Brotherhood of Guards.

I felt the ambient air loose when Lolo tapped his light mouth.

He is good at using this hand's chi.

My proximity created tension in the group, but Rollo relaxed the soldiers with one word.

If I was careful until during the march, I'd lose focus when I said I had to.

Soldiers on the lookout are enough to be concerned.

I believe Lolo's strength as a soldier is considerable.

Excellent and wise as a warrior and leader.

It is a neck to say that his identity is a free citizen, but if Lolo is willing to do so, it is easy to make him a civilian, etc.

I've always wanted to raise Rollo's identity.

However, he is not interested in it.

I've had many meetings, but every time I say, "I want to serve on Master Barian's side more than I want to be born," they say no with a laugh.

This would also have to do with Lolo's wife Millet being the daughter of a luxury merchant and not at all disabling to life.

Lolo says he is also good as a family member and has never had a couple fight or anything like that.

The two friendly men and women are blessed with as many as five children, and they build a happy family like the one painted on the picture.

Alban, Millett's grandfather, was already in the other world, and the Chamber of Commerce was inherited by Basil, Millett's father, but Alban said he took Rollo's hand and shed a tear of gratitude before he died.

The sincere Lolo seems to have conquered the hearts and minds of thousands of old merchants in Haiqian.

"Mr. Perfect." That's what I secretly like about Lolo.

Enough wealth, blessed families, and plenty of work.

It's a great life, but there's no Hungry spirit.

… well, if only we were in this privileged state of affairs…… it would be humane to want to maintain……

I think it would be a shame to make it.

If Lolo had been born a nobleman, he would have been a better man than anyone else.

If Lolo wanted territory, I would have left both Castle Cokers and Cavalier Bashro to Lolo.

I regret that I repeatedly say "what a shame" to a meaningless thought.

There is no point in thinking "what if" but there is endless romance there.

While doing so, the itinerary proceeded and we arrived at Castle Bashro.

From Castle Bashro, a welcome soldier appears and welcomes us into the castle.

Jean's ministry consists of a servant who was divided from his parents, the Groat family, and a hopeful from my brotherhood, as well as the former Bashro minister.

Most importantly, the former Bashro minister has been greatly retarded and not so many.

"Hey, that was fast."

Upon entering the castle, Jean spoke with ease as before.

I'm not happy about that.

"I'll take care of you overnight, you're on your way to Viscount Dorraine."

Jean and I are familiar and relatives, and there's no need to hesitate.

It was also a banquet here, but the character of Jean, the host, was not formal, and the atmosphere was dull.

"What do you say? Are you doing well?

I asked Jean a little worried.

Jean's wife had swollen her face when she picked her up, and she didn't even show her face on the banquet table.

"Ahem? Why not?

"... No, you're doing great with your wife."

For some reason, I am shy of whispering.

"Keh! Sometimes I hold him. I don't like the way you mess with it."

Hmm, and he snarls his nose and Jean makes such a clogged face.

Jean is, in a way, like a war petitioner.

I don't think it's the type that originally looked at home... but I think it just tastes a little bad.

"You know, once you got married with my liver burn... mind you."

"Well, I'll think about it."

Jean turns to her busy mouth.

I think he's more of a Hummer than I am.

It is Jean who has a pointed personality and talent.

Although this is attractive, there are many parts that are not comfortable with the surrounding area.

"Jean, take care of your family and servants. No matter how much you do, there's no way to prevent a knife from behind... I'm not telling you to love me, just don't ruin my wife."

When I told her seriously, Jean stuck her lips out in dissatisfaction.

Jean is not an idiot.

Even if it hurts my ears, my words must have arrived right.

I keep the novel about that and ask about the territory.

Of course, the main thing is to talk about the deal.

"Even a deal... it's really no big deal. I grew up with carrots and turnips."

"Carrots? … Hmm, turnips on carrots"

It seems that Jean's territory was suitable for the conditions under which carrots grow, and then all the carrots are grown.

Originally the Knights of Bashro area was a latecomer area in the northeast and seems to be a less suitable land pattern for growing cereals such as wheat.

Sunny carrots are a handy thing, but it would be difficult if you were asked if they would be the highlight of the trade.

"Well, you don't have to make any money on the deal. That's the way it is."

Jean talked openly and doesn't look too concerned.

Indeed, as Jean said, there is as much land as there is without specialties and such.

"Right...... then make it an accommodation. Build houses and rental lodges. Prepare a cafeteria or tavern and there will be rumors. It would be better if we made our way towards Castle Cokers and Viscount Dorraine."

By the way, a rental lodging is a low-ranking lodging where guests pay for firewood to cook themselves.

This firewood bill was given this name because it is called rent.

"Well, maybe that's good."

"Right? We already have a fine path on Viscount Ame's side, and if we do it right, we can make it a relay point for the deal. Set tariffs low and open the city (Bazaar) regularly. Gather the universal merchants."

Jean punches her hand and rejoices in my idea.

It will take some time to settle down, but if people get together, the money will turn and so will the taxes that go into Jean's pocket.

Later on, Jean encouraged the planting of trees in order to increase the forest and also produced a new specialty called fruit liquor from the growing number of fruit trees.

Jean was never a bad interior politician.

That, and this, is for Jean to maintain a "soldier," and the tax rate on the inhabitants seems to have been set to be high, but the army of the Knights of Bashro, which infused him with the wealth he gathered at all costs, becomes said to be one of the most elite units of the Lionkur army.

I haven't spoken to Jean in a long time and drank all night.

We talked a lot and had a great time along the way.

Friends are still a good thing.

By the way, all three of us drink a lot.

I don't usually drink alcohol because it's expensive, but if I do, it's bottomless.

………………

Next day

"Hey, are you okay?"

Jean called out with concern.

I take that and I say "... yeah, well," and cross the horse with a hangover and a blue face.

"Are you all right?

"Yeah… oh, you guys are fine,"

I watched the two of them alternately as something rose from my stomach.

"I'm fine."

Lolo shrugged off.

That's Lolo...... Perfect to liver function......

"Oh, that's stupid. I've been drinking ever since, so I'm fine, huh? Hangover consists of suddenly stopping drinking."

"Right," I muttered weakly as I listened to Jean's mystery theory.

... No way, you kept drinking like that...... this one is like a bucket of liver over here...... I need a UConn drink...

I weakly ordered "departure".

From now on, it's the old Viscount Ame.

There is also a good chance that a soldier who has lost his way has been ransacked.

When I hear of a burglar, I feel like it's no big deal, but it's a former soldier in action.

A well-numbered bandit is in close danger to the army.

I was nauseous and desperate to cling to my saddle.

There are no streets maintained from Jean's territory to Viscount Draine's territory, but I kind of remember leading the army back and forth.

Via several Viscount Draine strongholds, it reached the castle where the Lyoncourt and Viscount Draine armies had previously joined.

Previously, it was a castle spared from a downfall crisis due to stubborn resistance and a good surrender.

We were able to enter the castle uninterrupted by the castle soldiers without any major disruption due to the fact that we were moving out of touch.

When we enter the Old Enemy Castle, we get caught up in an ambitious castle owner's ploy or imagine a pattern of assassination... but fortunately nothing happened and we stayed in this castle for a few days.

The castle owner here was truly a "deadbeat man," and at the same time we were inspired to send an expedition to Viscount Draine to wait for a welcome from Viscount territory in this castle.

While we were there, we were treated like they were not even there, and it was a big banquet day after day. So much so that I'm afraid to reject it.

And a messenger from the Viscount arrived.

"Thank you so much for your help."

"I apologize for the inconvenience."

I exchanged goodbye greetings with the castle owner before I left.

The castle owner is an assortment of men in their late 30s, but his hips are low, and he has no place to be great.

In the last few days, I have been completely indulgent with the castle owner.

"By the way, I hear Sir Lioncool is planning to pave the way for a new trade."

"Yeah, you're right."

The castle owner nodded deeply and widened the map.

"Then be sure to go through the local area. As you can see, the locality is in a major traffic shock…"

The castle owner was apparently a more deadbeat man than I imagined.

This is the right time to start attracting people to the streets.

… well, they did……

I laughed bitterly and said, "I'll try to do what I want."

We've already had a lot of entertainment for days.

My men drank and held a woman as well.

Now if you look familiar, it could be rumored to be dishonest.

"I'm hit."

When I laughed, the castle owner winked for fun.

It would be called the wisdom of a small aristocrat who lives strongly in the province.

I could learn one more thing… this is also a pleasure to travel.

... try to pay tuition later.

We set off with a welcome from Viscount Draine.

At the end of the journey awaits the sea and my mother's homeland.