Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

The next day, a short distance from Reese, who was answering the artisans' questions, Ichigo was blurring back into his conversation with Zirconia.

I thought there wouldn't be a way to avert war either, but yesterday Zirconia was a mouthful that would definitely start a war.

I also wondered how Barbell could be so adamant about allied offense, but that's probably what I can't help thinking about.

Even if you look back at the history of war on Earth, there are so many reasons to rot, such as unreasonable reasons.

"(... if we start this war like this, this country will surely perish)"

In a wartime dossier I saw the other day, Ichigo grasped the power of Isthail territory while blurring.

Last time it seemed we could have fought more than just each other because our enemies continued to strike a bad hand at the beginning of the war.

But the enemy won't eat the same hand next time.

Some measure will be taken, and if we are to betray even the neighboring Clayrats, there is no prospect of winning.

"(Four more years... can we not help but introduce iron? Looks like you'll end up getting your hands on the military too......)"

It is well known that the introduction of iron vessels will dramatically change the world's force map.

A powerful and inexpensive metal called iron is much more powerful than bronze.

National power is dramatically enhanced, as not only the military, but all the industries in that country benefit.

Moreover, there is no need for trial and error in machining or purification techniques, if the best is communicated.

Arcadia, which has a large iron mine in its territory, will begin to take the road to a one-leap superpower.

"(If you squeeze your hand around it and the country dies, it won't spill...... then you need a charcoal blast furnace because production is too low in the ren furnace? I'm worried you can make it well......)"

When Ichiyoshi was thinking alone, he saw Isaac rushing over to the corner of his sight.

When Isaac reaches beneath the good, he gives thanks for his posture correctly.

"Dear Kazura, I have brought you the materials for over-the-counter medicines"

"Oh, thank you. Which..."

Receive leather paper bound with leather strings and try to turn it.

The contents were a list of medication types and efficacy, and the original herbs.

"Uh, wound pills and constipation pills... you know, it's written at Constipation. What do you read about this?

"That's seawater."

"What, is it seawater? Could it be that you drink it as it is?

He looks surprised. For one thing, Isaac nods.

"Yes. Drink about a cup of sea water and you'll get diarrhea all the way through. You'll be transported by pedestrians from an area with sea."

"No, that's a lot of a rambling way. Sounds bad to me."

"Sure, you seem a little out of shape. But it's much cheaper than herbal constipation pills, so a lot of people take it."

The dossier listed a number of medicines.

There also seem to be a lot of medicines that are different from those that use medicinal herbs, such as' charcoal 'on the anti-diarrhea item or' myggy's milk 'on the stomach medicine.

"Dear Kazura, this is my plan for the future"

As Ichigo looked at the material with admiration, Isaac rang out reluctantly.

"May I stay at the defensive corps guarding the village of Grisea for a little while? I'm going to make a compromise with the village."

"Oh, right. I guess I should have that done. But in the meantime, no Mr. Isaac..."

It's pretty tough without Isaac, who moves around all sorts of things himself, but it's also important to have a compromise between the village and the defense.

His missing hole will have to be managed with himself and Havel.

"Okay. I'll do something about this one, so please keep your defense team together. Has the commander decided to whom?

"Yes. I have a cousin named Sylvestria, but I'm going to leave it to her. I'm in the cavalry, but I've decided to pull it out of my unit."

"Is it a cavalry? Didn't she look nasty?

"That's okay. The year is 24 and younger, but he is a very loyal and brilliant soldier. I have a bit of a stiff head, but I can trust you."

"Well, that's dependable... but does being hard on your head mean you're not very accommodating?

"No, he's a very righteous, clean, white person. Suitable for this assignment because of its extreme aversion to bribery and other frauds. All those who have come into contact with the village of Grisea are to be instructed to head to Isteria once."

I guess the fact that solid Isaac says so much is quite a bit more solid than Isaac.

Isaac himself seems too serious about his stiff head, but maybe he's the one who surpasses it.

I think I can handle anyone trying to make contact with the village of Grisea under my sleeve.

"Oh, even so, I'm usually a very casual and frank person. I'm also a child lover, so I think I can do well with everyone in the village. Rest assured."

Isaac hastily excused himself for realizing it, imagining how solid it was.

He seems to have followed my instructions to make choices based on personality preference.

"Does' usually 'mean it's amazing when you get angry?

"Well... eight years ago, in my days as a soldier, I heard that I had half-killed all my colleagues who had bribed their superiors to exempt them from toilet cleaning. And then he went to the punishment room because he said," I know how you feel, but it's too much. "

"This is too scary..."

From what I've heard, he seems more like a rabid dog than a moderate one, but if he doesn't piss me off, he's fine.

The arm of being a cadet but being able to put together his superiors and colleagues to half-kill him is also horrible, but his guts about being attacked by his superiors are even more dizzying.

"Well, there are rumors that the superiors at that time also demanded pillows from her in exchange for convenience, or that their coworkers also made a statement ridiculous of her, so you deserve it. Though from the Slan family, you sweetly saw her as a 16-year-old little girl."

"Oh, really?"

Talking about that, Reese walked under the two of us, finishing her explanation to the craftsmen.

"Good day. Doesn't that sound like a problem?

"Yeah, I'm probably fine. If anything happens, I'll go get it, so Kazura can go to another job."

Reese smiled and turned to Isaac.

"Is Isaac the director of well drilling?

"No, we're going to the village of Grisea. I won't be back for a while, so I think I will put a strain on Master Leese and Master Kazura..."

When Isaac answered, Leese smiled.

"There are a lot of people I can count on, so this one's fine. Don't worry, take care of yourself and do your best."

"Yes, thank you. Bye."

Isaac thanked them deeply and walked away.

"Nevertheless, Mr. Isaac is a worker, isn't he? I wonder if all Slan people are like that."

Leese nodded deeply as Ichigo said as he dropped off Isaac's back.

"A lot of people in that house are serious. Some people have a habitual personality, like McGregor."

Isaac and a good route, the Slans still seem to have many serious people.

I wondered what Sylvestria was like just now.

Then a few hours later.

As a river construction supervisor, Marie was holding the construction plan to her chest to watch the workers work.

Since there is not one place to carry out the construction, Marie and the others are each decentralized to provide on-site supervision.

Since the plan is not a good substitute to show anyone, it is only showing to the artisanal head of the site.

Just leave it to Marie alone is too heavy a load, so Marie is set with Eira.

Eira is not on the spot right now and is picking up a worker's meal in a nearby dining room.

"Hey."

"... ah"

Marie looked back at the voice from behind and clogged her words.

"Whoa, no way you're supervising the work. You've become great."

There was an Arrondo figure in a wagon loaded with materials.

And Aaron made his lord stop the carriage, and he jumped from the table.

Walk in front of Marie once and for all and smile.

"How's Mr. Narson's life at the mansion?

"Ah, ah..."

Arond flashed his face slightly to Marie, who was unable to answer with a shaking of her body.

"Answer now. I said," What do you say? I hear that. "

"Huh! Mi, you all care so much and I have so much fun working with you!

Forgetting to even think about it, Marie answered in momentum.

Staring at her nervous about the bees, Alondo makes her laugh with her nose.

"'Have fun', huh? You, you must be mistaken about something.

"... Huh?

Marie looks up anxiously at Arond in a heartbroken tone.

"You forget you're a slave. What do you mean," I'm having a good time working "? I'm not kidding."

"... sorry"

"If you're not from the Rouson family, you're not a citizen either. I'm a slave. Sounds like Havel's trying to free you as a slave somehow, but even then, your slave blood doesn't change. The child of slavery is a slave. Don't forget that."

"Yes."

Marie answers with Alond's eyes open, as she did when she worked at the Louson Mansion.

The reason I don't distract you is because if I distract you, Alondo will beat you up.

There won't be anything like getting beaten up in this place with people's eyes, but Marie still won't stop looking Arond in the eye.

Marie was physically reminded to always look her in the eye when talking to Aaron.

"Damn, does Master Narson use such incompetence? My father should have just sold it somewhere."

Alondo sighed heavily with his eyes on the worker continuing the construction work when he told him to throw it away.

I can't help but see how Marie is being reused.

"Don't be a jerk and put mud on our faces. I don't know if I'm gonna come back because I love you so much."

"Yes."

A glance at Marie responding mechanically (best of all), Arrondo left in the carriage again.

Marie broke her hips deeply and finally looked up after she was completely blind to the carriage.

When I moved my legs to see how the work was going, my hands shook and I took off the plan.

"... eh"

Crouch down, pick up the plan, hold it in your chest, and shake your shoulders as you lie down.

But as soon as he stood up, he ran out looking for a place that was invisible to the public.