Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

Refrain from the last night of the year to present, the city of Isteria, stained with sunset colors, was somewhat enveloped by a floating atmosphere.

The streets are full of people, and it's just the battlefield in such overcrowding that it's difficult to walk in a commercial compartment.

In one of the rooms of the Nalson Mansion, slightly away from such a place, it was surrounded by air far from that of the citizens.

"Well, my place is all I have, and I'm late to contact you."

An old, gray-haired, white-hearted man with a deep waist on the sofa in the guest room says in a tone like asking Narson, who sits in the front.

The old man's name is Elmia Arcadian. He is the current king of this country.

The age is already over 70, but he still continues to be king without leaving active duty.

Next door, a badly eyed man looks over the room bored.

He is the First Prince and his name is Lugro. Age married at 28. I already have four kids.

To the left and right of the three sitting opposite each other sits Diaz Gregorn, Lord of Gregorn, and Haychelles Fryce, Lord of Fryce.

Diaz is 45 years old and a calm looking man with an impressive Kaisel beard on his mouth.

Haychelles is just 60 years old. He is an old gentleman whose head and gentle expression fit well on a large body.

I am married, but I am not blessed with children, nor have I taken adopted children.

The question of what to do with the successor is frequently raised in the territory, but it has still not even set the direction.

"Yes, in a series of new attempts, there was no way to contact each territory sequentially. Because none of the tools were even stuck to the prototype."

"Isn't the territory much more developed for"

"This is the effect of the sudden improvement in the food situation. Thanks to the new tools, there are also reasons for the increased mining volume of the mine"

"Oh, did you say hand pump or something? It's coming in my ear, too."

King Elmia stares at Narson's face and says, so as to ascertain his reaction.

"You know very well," Nalson smiled and showed, without looking particularly moved.

Because Nalson was pre-informed that they knew the hand pump existed.

"Yes, thanks to that tool, drainage can now take place in the mine. Old mines pour in stored water and collapse, and they also recover the remaining ore."

"Is that tool here?

"There is. Can you see it?

"Um. Blueprints with me, please. I've brought many artisans from the Wang capital, so teach them how to make them."

"Yes, I did. When it comes to the cost of providing technology, may I say that we draw up a contract after the feast? I hope it can be in the same format as the last deal."

"Mr. Narson, aren't you mistaken a little?

At the same time Narson answered, Lugro, who until then seemed bored, opened his mouth.

"Before, the one that goes around pumping up water...... uh, what is it?

"Is it a water wheel?

"Yes, that. When I heard about that waterwheel, I thought," Can't you show me your attitude about working more with each other? We fought together in a war four years ago. I don't know if I want to forget that and get money from my people. "

Narson sighed inside Lugro, speaking in various tones.

Elmia, the current king, is good at diplomatic negotiation and aristocratic mastery, with both territorial management and good wartime decisiveness there, and falls into the category of excellence as a ruler.

But that son, First Prince Lugro, is a 'no boy' if you ask Narson not to think deeply about things and speak, or a personality that follows the emotions of that time.

The king was sweet against Lugro, a grain that was made late, making him do whatever he wanted without doing anything angry with all the praise.

For that reason, knowledge is the bottom of the earth, because he showed no interest at all in studying and forced no one with the will of King Elmia, 'I want my son to grow up relaxed'.

When I was younger, it was an on-parade of problematic behavior where I wandered around the city on my own with my aristocratic bad sons and had a brawl with the general public in a pub at the end of the day.

Problem behavior has hissed since marriage, but his chimp-like personality hasn't changed.

If there is one good thing about him, it would mean that he is a rare, super-loving wife to the powerful in the King's Capital.

Without any concubine or sideroom, I am still a lover in love with Her Highness.

"Dear Lugro, that's not true. Technological development is a very laborious thing, and those who develop it should be paid the corresponding price."

"I know what you're talking about. But we're all in this together, aren't we? Then you don't need money. He's one of us, so why don't we work together?"

"No, you're not. If they take technology for free no matter how good they make it, they are less willing to work on technology development. It will have a negative impact on the development of technology from now on."

"So, you know what? But you're one of us, right? Then we should work together, right?

"Yes, no, that's why..."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. When Narson was desperate, Diaz went into the "sort of" stop from the side.

King Elmia is sipping tea with his strange face.

"I know there's something we can't give in to each other, but we'll see about this later, so let's just move on. Lord Narson, can you tell us more about the 'iron' I contacted you the other day?

"Oh, oh, right. Let's get rid of that story first. Dear Lugro, may I?

"Hmm? Oh, that's fine. Let's be more companion, shall we?

"Yes. Now, as I'm sure you already know, let me now explain something called newly discovered iron in our territory. This is a revolutionary alternative to bronze…"

While trying to keep consciousness out of Lugro's way, Narson begins explaining the iron vessel.

That's how I finished explaining one thing, and also explaining together that Barbell would be making iron vessels.

"Hmm, Barbell said he was building the iron. So there was iron in the context of massive military reform"

Narson nods at the roaring king with a rugged look.

"Yes. So we must also manufacture iron vessels promptly. The iron mining and processing methods have already been established by our artisans. Information will be provided free of charge, so we want you to work on mining and manufacturing everywhere."

"Oh, that's it. That's it. Mr. Narson, you know what I mean."

"Oh, thank you"

Nalson pulls a grin against Lugro, who says satisfactorily as he rocks his stood up thumb.

"Narson, you will be able to mine very little iron ore in our territory, which is full of flatlands. I'd like to ask you to sell the iron that you can."

Nalson nodded quickly at Haychelles' offer.

"Absolutely. However, we have serious shortages of craftsmen and are anxious about our productivity. I'd like you to lend me a craftsman, if you like."

"Okay. We'll make adjustments when we get back and send them out as soon as we can."

"Sorry, that helps. strive to accommodate the iron vessel as soon as possible"

"I want to change craftsmen every certain period of time if I can to improve the technical skills of the craftsmen on the milling territory quickly. If we can get the ore sent cheap, we can do our own refining."

"Then let's take a look at the fold and send some technical instruction craftsmen from here as well. I'll take care of the ore supply."

"So is iron, but may I also talk to you about how Barbell is doing these days?

Diaz, who was listening in silence, opened her mouth with a serious look on her face.

"Hmm, did something even happen that you were concerned about?

To King Elmia's inquiry, Diaz nods.

"Yes, I know Barbell has started to place legions these days, like staring at our country's borders, but it doesn't seem like things are happening all the time on land. We have information that a large number of military vessels are being built in the city of Barbell, which is not as large as our territory."

"Mm, a military ship? That much?

"The same goes for the number, but the size seems to be out of step with what it has been. Anything like building a big ship with two floors and two steps up and down."

Military ships used in this world are dominated by galley ships of flat structure with two masts.

A galley ship is a military ship that rows oars and moves boats in large numbers.

The battle is extremely simple, getting close to the opponent's ship and taking control in the Battle of the White Soldiers.

Otherwise, only ranged attacks using shooting weapons such as bows and arrows and slings are used.

"The Kogi is a big, two-stage ship... you've built something nasty again"

"The last naval battle had some reinforcements from neighboring Clayrats and we fought well, but with our hands still hanging around we might be in danger next time. We need a big ship, too."

"Hmmm... do we have to get to it right away"

Diaz nods to King Elmia, who roars with a serious face.

"Yes. So, you all have a favor from me. We would like you to provide us with materials and funds to enhance our naval capabilities."

"Then it would be better to gather craftsmen in the King's Capital and concentrate on it. The milling territory is next door, and the transportation of supplies is cheaper."

"That is true, but it is our Gregorn territory, bordering Barbell, that will be the main battlefield for naval warfare. It would be more appropriate to equip the ship, train the craftsmen, and go with our territory."

"Hmm..."

A glance at the conceiving King Elmia, Diaz turned to Narson.

"Lord Narson, I have heard that Istel territory holds a large number of excellent craftsmen, but could you lend them?

"Sure, there are a lot of good craftsmen... but we don't even have the shipbuilding skills of military ships on our territory. I don't think it's going to help where I lent them."

"That's true, but with well-armed carpenters, we can build sturdier ships, and most importantly, we don't have enough hands on our territory. Can you do something for me?"

"No, that being said... we have to build houses for immigrants who are still accepting them, and we have to rebuild old buildings to rehabilitate rivers."

"Hmm, well...... then why not at least reduce the amount of food we support free of charge every year"

"Then we'll be able to work together. I'll figure it out later."

When Narson nodded, the door to the room was knocked.

The door opens and a samurai with a nervous, stretched face comes in and lowers her head with a fuzzy head.

"Excuse me. The feast is ready."

"Um. Ladies and gentlemen, in the middle of the conversation, let's come to the venue. I'll see you later."

When and by whom did you give the untwisted name 'Feast of the New Years', it is an eternal mystery that neither the hosting personalities know.

I am not sure if it has been done since the time the country was interested, or if it has been done since the time when this country was still a small tribal gathering.

All in all, this is how the first purpose would have been, which can be inferred from a look at the format of the feast now passed on.

In the meantime, gather for a reason, drink in a fuss, and rub all the connections you can make, so that you can meet your future companion and destiny.

"Ugh, that's a pain in the ass. Why don't you take a break?

Dressed in a crimson dress, Reese sighed loudly in front of the mirror.

From behind her like that, Eira is doing a final check on the dress.

"If Master Liese is absent, the visiting lords will riot. Give up and keep up the good work till morning"

"You're the riot...... I mean, why is it a banquet all the way from dinner until the morning sun rises? I feel like it's too long for anything."

"Right... this is my guess, but as the country grew bigger, the size of the banquet grew, and as a result of the more time it took to say hello, it slipped away and extended"

"Wow, something looks so like it. And if it wasn't until morning, it would be just the right time for the men and women to spend the night together."

"Uh, that sounds like it, too. Is it Tun in the morning?"

"Tun in the morning? What's that?"

Leese sees Eira over the mirror in a word she can't hear.

"Master Kazura said he would wake up in the morning listening to the birds chirp after the men and women accompanied him overnight"

"... what do you guys usually talk about? I mean, when were we gonna get along to talk like that?

"Yes, no, we just happened to talk about that when we stood up."

"It won't be a bottom story by chance, though."

"Uh..."

When Eira was cramped with answers, the door to the room was knocked.

The door opens, and I want you to hurry because it's time for the opening greeting, says the samurai in a hurry with a peek in her face.

"This isn't the case if we're talking about this! We have to go fast!

Eira pushes Reese's back in a hurry and makes him rush to the door.

"Uh, something's indigestible...... oh, Kazura's asking me what I'm gonna do tonight?

"You said you were going to grab the food in a while. Otherwise, he said he was in his room."

"Oh well. What about Barletta?"

"I'm not particularly interested. Are you in your room or Master Kazura's room?"

"... Eira, find that girl right away, dress her up and pull her to the venue. You can use mine for the dress."

"Or, yes, I did."

"Ugh... ok, I'm coming"

Reese was tempered when she slapped him in the face with both hands and stepped out toward the battlefield.