The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

"Gray, you take your servant with you to Straheim with the merchant there."

Even Gilles must have grabbed a good deal of money to see how he was in a good mood.

When Gilles visited the Mansion last night, she asked to see the Lord and her mother-in-law, and shortly thereafter she was given such an order by her mother-in-law.

For some reason my going to Straheim was vehemently opposed by my current lord, my real father, but there was no way I could beat my riding stepmother, and my lord's permission would be granted on the condition that I would definitely return in three weeks.

After Gilles, when he left the mansion, there was a crowd (one) in the well in the middle of the city.

"Wow..."

Everyone is blinded by the sudden appearance of water gushing out.

(I let you install it for free)

"Thanks for that."

I am by no means considerate to the inhabitants of this Milad. Honestly, I didn't care about the rest if you could even install it in the mansion.

"Master Grey!

In front of the carriage, a girl dressed in maid clothes was booming her hands with a full grin.

Apparently, a servant of an entourage meant Satella. That mother-in-law, he kicked the guy he didn't like out of the mansion first. Is that the place? Well, thanks to you, don't worry, you can go to Straheim, so your mood is complicated today.

"Fumiyu, Master Grey"

Satella sees her back on my neck. Since one of those wells, I've been somewhat nostalgic. Now she calls herself "Made for Gray".

"Gray, you're hot."

"You know,"

"Well, I can't, I can't. Then we're pressing for time, and we'll leave right away."

"Yes, sir."

Encourage Satella to get in the carriage.

"I'm glad you're doing well. I had no idea that Associate Baron Rice would object so much to your going to Straheim."

"I agree with that."

Rice's opposite intentions are unknown, but he doesn't seem to move one eyebrow while his mother-in-law beats me. Anyway, it would be for self-preservation.

"But in the future, we need to practice."

"Maybe."

Maybe they felt it. If so, at the age of thirteen, I'm sorry, it might be harder to leave this Millard family.

Anyway, for the rest of my life, I'll be spared that mother-in-law, Cliff, Linda's little angel. If you don't approve of my departure from the Millard family, I'll send you to another country for asylum.

"That was an awesome response to that 'hand pump'."

"That's good"

"Did Master Grey build that device installed in the well?!?"

Slowly shake your neck to the side of Satella, who brightens her eyes and embarks on herself.

"No, I just came up with a few ideas. And Satella, you can never tell anyone about this. Even to Sebastian and Dam. Ready?"

"Yes!!"

Since that incident, Satella has been honest with my instructions. Now, whatever happens, I won't crack your mouth.

"You are truly wonderful. That's why I want to know. Where did you get that knowledge?

Gilles finally changes the type of grin after she utters such a social vocabulary. This would be the real deal.

And this is a little bit of a topic I don't want you to step into. Gilles is the one who wants to keep trading well. We need to be clear here. Gilles, from me, is still just an easy kid.

"Come on, but information makes a profit. Didn't you realize that this time, not with your head?

Gilles swallows very much saliva (Namatuba) because of a sudden change of tone. Again, young. You can't put that on your face.

"Shh, sorry."

"Right, let's get some thinking right. Do you understand the significance of the hand pump correctly?

If you understand that "hand pump" to just the extent of well water draw, you are fundamentally mistaken (Kanchi).

"Significance of 'Hand Pump' …"

Gilles puts her hand on her chin and thinks about it.

"Uh, can you do anything other than draw water from the well?

Right, the addition of Satella might be more interesting as a thought play.

"It's a device that draws water from a well (of which). Think about it. What else could you possibly do?

"Hmmm......"

Arm up, roaring satire. This is a dumb imitation. It's not a good example of flattery.

"So what kind of function does that device have?

"Function? Drawing water from a well?

Well, I'm stubborn with the word 'well', so I can't describe what's so simple.

"Disconnect the idea from the well."

"Bring water from low to high"

After all, kids have flexible ideas. As long as there is no stereotype, this is how we arrive at a light solution.

"Lifting water to high places......"

Gilles' face turns blue and earthy, and the tide quickly turns red. Satella looked out at Gilles, who changed dramatically, as Kyoton.

"Ha! I'm an idiot! Why didn't you realize it was so easy!?

So this is amazing!

Yes. The significance of that device is to draw water from low to high. In other words, fry (rinse) the water. Of course, it's manual, so we need to work out some ideas.

This technology will result in water grace to land that could not form an aqueduct until now. That would result in adequate hydration of farmland and lean land. Like Millard territory.

"Sounds like you understand."

It's time to go back to the kids. This knowledge is like a consideration from me for not doing future prying. I don't care about that. I'm not going to get involved any more with Aaron. If you're still trying to get to know me, it's time for you and this guy to break up.

"Oh, I think from the bottom of my heart. You're a really amazing man."

Phew Phew and a satire who is good at putting his chest up. No, what if you're proud?

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. The story should have been around a week by carriage to Straheim.

It's only been a few hours.

No, you left the circular ring area cut. Activate and watch how it goes.

Armed groups surrounding carriages. Bandits and bandits? The number is ten. The whole body is covered with cloth (oh), and it cannot be determined, but to see from the thief's body, he would be about fourteen or five years old.

Kids, but they're all pretty strong. Especially that leader-like guy at the back of the line is pretty strong.

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○ Judo

Status

-HP: F (18/100%)

-MP: G (1/100%)

- Muscle strength: F (74/100%)

- Endurance: F (34/100%)

- Magic: G- (4/100%)

• Magic Endurance: G- (22/100%)

- Jun Min: F (8/100%)

-Luck: G- (40/100%)

- Drop: G- (10/10%)

-Intelligence: G- (8/100%)

· Growth rate: E

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Everyone else surrounding the carriage has a G + on average.

In contrast, the average status of the Adventurers of the Escort is about G +. In numbers, the children of the bandits will prevail.

Oh, man, the timing sucks, as if I was after you.

"Mr. Gilles, Satella, you must stay in the carriage."

"Dear Gray...?

With an anxious face, he grabs both shoulders of Satella holding him and gives them to Gilles, leaving the carriage.

As soon as you get out of the carriage, apply a medium, wind-based magic 'Wind Armor' to the adventurers and Gilles and Satella in the carriage.

Wind armor (wind armor) is a thin wind membrane that stretches across the body. I've tried it, but I can't scratch one with a copper dagger. You should also be able to prevent bows. Then I guess it won't result in instant death.

"Hey, boy -"

"I'll deal with it. I need you to keep your mouth shut for a minute."

Raise your right hand and whisper the screaming voice of one of the adventurers.

"What's your purpose?

Two forward, left and right rear, one at a time. Two people with bows from their sides. Completely captured. Cut and chop your whole body immediately.

"Leave the money and the food. If you obey the adults, you will not harm them."

I cover my face completely with a brown robe, and besides, my face is wrapped around with a white cloth like a mummy man. I guess hiding our appearance means letting us go. Besides, this voice color, is it still a minor?

(Hmm, you got a little interested)

"How much?

"We don't talk about it in kids. Get out the owner of this merchant car."

Kids, you guys would be kids, too. By the way, a merchant car? You mean the Merchant's carriage?

"Now I represent this merchant vehicle. If you want to talk, let me through it."

"One million G"

That's what boss-like people like Jude say.

"Well, is that enough?"

From the item box, remove the bag containing 100 pieces of gold coins and throw it to the ground.

"Make sure."

When one carefully takes a rolled cloth bag onto the ground, he checks inside and opens his eyes with a cut.

"Oh, hey, I really have a million G's."

"You understand. So let's start the deal."

"You think it's a deal?

"Naturally. What world has an abalone to give free of charge?

Are you confused, bandit?) They look at each other.

"Brother, it's necessary to deal with such a crazy hungry ghost! Take that and shift it quickly. Ugh!

Bandit girl urging Judo.

"You're out of your mind with crazy hungry ghosts. If you don't take the deal, leave the money. Take it and you'll be just bandits to me."

I have no interest in robbery, young or old. However, given the irrationality of this world, there is only a little prudence in eliminating it. If I had a master of intellect capable of stimulating my brain, it would be nothing more than a loss. But if you're a bandit, stick it out to an official without question.

"You've never even worked in sweat yourself!

"Even if that's the case, that's my money. What does that have to do with the deal?

"It's a matter of credibility. If that money isn't yours, which way, as bandits, we'll be stuck out by officials."

Jude responds instead.

"Hmm, that too"

There are many contradictions, but they also make sense. Credibility is all that matters to the deal.

"One thing, okay?

Before we trade, there was something I wanted to ask you.

"What?

"What are you guys going to do with us if the deal goes out of business? There are both women and non-combatants in this carriage. Do you want me to kill you?

"I thought I told you. Unless you resist, you have to do harm. Don't worry, the woman hasn't fallen that far. I'll get it back safely."

It is impeccable as a trading condition. That concludes the interview.

"Fine. I'll give you the collateral for that reliability."

Lock On all the trees around the carriage within a radius of five meters in the circular ring area.

Ring your fingers patsy.

In the blink of an eye, the cutting sound of Keane was raised, and the surrounding trees became shattered fragments of several centimeters, rolling to the ground. Occasionally, a circle-shaped logging area appears. This is the power of superior magic, [Sickles], the full liberation of the Master Class.

"To Hi?

"Hino..."

He that plucks his hips with his petans on the ground, and his knees on the ground, and he that squatches (groans) and trembles with his head.

And Jude, trembling in small pieces, becomes upright immovable (chirpy).

"See what I mean when I say deal?

"I learned from the bone marrow."

Sweat like a waterfall, but snort.

"So do we get a deal? If you don't take it, leave the money. It's just not gonna happen again. I'll kill you next."

Judd, with his arms together, was looking up to heaven,

"Let's take it"

Jude squeezes the words out so that they bite.

"Are you insane!? I can't do this to people! This guy is a bucket in a hungry ghost's skin!?"

The sister-like girl next door grabs Jude's chest barn and shakes a boom.

"Which way, without this money, we'll starve to death. I can't pull back anymore. We should have discussed that too much last night.

……

The girl, when she releases Jude's chest barn, lowers her hips to the ground powerless.

"Looks like you've made up your mind. Can I ask you something specific, Mr. Gilles?

"Who are you..."

When I look back, I flaunt my shoulders. I think the only reason I'm not very surprised in this is because I've already shown my use of magic. Well, even if I had him tempered, I wouldn't be able to move on.

"The village of Toto in Millard territory..."

Jude's story was not irrelevant to me. Rather, it is not an exaggeration (basket) to say that both my flesh and mother caused it.

The village of Millard Toto is one of the most northwesterly villages. It is a land pattern (often) susceptible to demonic attacks such as goblins. Moreover, the tax rate in Millard territory is uniform, five public citizens. That won't be taken into account at all.

This year, due to the Goblin raid and serious injuries, only a limited number of people were allowed to work on the farm. Moreover, both goblins are burned down rye fields, and a third are devastated. If we don't let the winter go by like this, we ask for tax breaks, direct judgment from the Lords, but refuse to accept.

He also refused to approach the village's decision-making body, the New Year's Eve Club, to appeal directly to Teito. In a situation where a large number of starving people are certain, last night (Sakuban), we discussed and came up with the idea of robbing (depressing) hardware (Kinpin). It's such an unsaved story.

"Dear Gray..."

I grin bitterly at Satella pulling her sleeve (so), but stroke her head to calm her down.

Well, what do we do?

These are not only bandits, but Millard inhabitants. If I hire these people, they will confront the Millards head-on. Besides, the Toto Village New Year's Eve party is my real father and stepmother's side, as far as I can tell.

I want to leave the Millard family without difficulty. As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to get involved. However, I have already traded to Jude in Australian. Now we can also say that we will stop. That's what society is all about.

"Wait, is that your name, Gray?

Judd's sister's girl comes out. Well, you can hide it anyway, but sooner or later, you'll find out.

"That's right. I'm Gray Millard. He's the son of this lord."

"Squeeze! So, that money is gold taken from the people of Akata!!?"

Everyone comes to a fierce gaze of hatred and hostility, except Jude.

"Mr. Gray, leave such a disrespectful fool alone. They deserve a miserable death."

It's unusual for Gilles to be so angry.

"What the hell!!?"

Jude's sister touches the pattern of her sword.

Indeed, as being annoyed by that same stepmother, I can fully understand the mood these boys are in right now. But there is a line in man that must not be transcended. There is no salvation for those who tread on that line. At least that's what I think. So if she pulls through that sword, this story is over.

"Stop it!"

Jude lifts up the voice of restraint.

"Why!? This is the Millard family bong bong!? Even that money must be -"

"I don't think I need to help these disrespectful people either!

Not long after Satella's cold voice, when she dropped her gaze, she was shaking herself with anger, even as she stored tears in her eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, kid!

"I won't shut up, Master Gray, you have no idea how much you've been doing in that mansion!!"

Stand up, crying out at last, but roughing up your voice.

"If you're Millard residents too, aren't you listening to as many rumors? He is Gray Millard. The stepson of that greedy, sexually vicious wife. I mean, for your wife, it's someone else totally red. You think she's gonna give him a million G's?

"Then what's that money?!?"

"That's for the deal with me. It's money he earned with his own hands."

"Huh? A million G's of big money, I bet my kids can make it!!"

"So that's why you're an imbecile. Especially after seeing his power and making such vulgar ideas."

To the men who swallow words all the time, plus Gilles keeps talking.

"You bandits who tried to rob us of hardware. We merchants hate it the most. It's supposed to be tied up. You're missing something to say, and you're calling him a thief? Impossible."

"Yes! Impossible!

Adventurers bewildered by Gilles and Satella. Already, things seem to be flying too far to follow.

"I'm sorry. We've all been hit by a goblin attack, and there's no aftermath. Watch me."

"Guess what? Guess what? Don't justify your own misfortune!

"Mr. Gilles?

Gilles had stiffened her whole body for a little while, but made her face tense (frightened).

"I'm sorry. A little bit."

"I don't mind. Well, what are we gonna do?"

Until just now, both single-cell in the angry village of Toto have finally calmed down and understood their position, bowing (grunting) with a bright blue, bloody face. Typically, it's a tie.

But in any case, this time, if you stick it out to an official, you can't do it because the possibility of me getting into my father's ear or my mother-in-law's ear has come.

Besides, they're all definitely underage. Blaming others for their own bad luck is a thought circuit that is common in children. I'm not young enough to blink at a child's eclampsia.

"Let's give the money back. I'm sorry."

Jude gives me a million G's to snap from his buddies.

Damn it! That's why I hate kids. In that I can't read ahead of my thoughts, they're not very different from aliens to me.

"If I didn't have that money..."

……

Jude stands silent and stands up to his fellow screamers.

"Sit down."

I whisper quietly as I sigh. Still trying to leave the carriage, Judd.

"Sit down!!"

I slapped the words. Those who attacked the carriage shudder at my voice. Jude's legs have stopped.

"To the extent that I have been insulted, I am sure that I will reverse (cheeks) the deal I decided to make once. Sit down."

Is the addition or subtraction of this thought more due to education than to age? It's a hassle, but it needs to be improved in the future.

"I'll give you the means to live. But before I do, I'll have only a few conditions absolutely respected."

"Oh, what's that?

Judd's sister, who was distracted, asks terribly. Why are you so frightened? After all, kids don't understand what they're thinking.

"As soon as I am thirteen, I leave this land of Millard. Until then, my information will be kept out of sight."

"What if I leak it?

"At that point, I disappear from this territory. I can't help you anymore."

Worst case scenario, I'll just live in exile or whatever. Metastasis allows you to come back to The Ancient Forest at any time, and I don't have much trouble with it.

"Master Grey!

Satella raises her voice with plenty of agony. In contrast, Gilles' reaction was the opposite.

"No, that could be one way. Gray, your place should be built by a commercial guild. At least it's much better than him being dull in such a despicable (heppy) territory. I'll agree to this deal."

"I don't like it!

"Satella, don't worry. I'll take you with me when I leave."

I'm not patient enough to leave Satella here under that mother-in-law. I'll take Satella by all means. That is the responsibility of adults.

"Is it true...?

"Oh, I promise"

Softly stroking Satella's head, she turns to Jude and the others.

"Say it again, sit down. We'll talk about it later."

Judo also lowers his back to the ground after a few deep breaths.

"I see what's going on. In short, what you need is enough food and medicine? Didn't I?"

"Yes."

Have you finally become honest? Kids have to be.

"How many people are in your village? How many things can't move?

"About 300 people. Three or five people are lying on the floor after the Goblin raid."

Three hundred or quite a few.

The daily required intake of carbohydrates is 330 g on Earth. Regardless, that's only the ideal amount, so the amount you don't starve will be less, but still, you should look at 300g. 90 kg a day to cover 300 people's food. One mound is about 60 kg or one and a half mounds a day.

"Mr. Gilles, a mound of rye, how much is it?

"On the market, it's between 3000 and 4000G. But if I were you, I'd buy it for 250G."

So, at 400 mounds, just a million Gs. If you have 400 mounds, calculate, hold them for more than 260 days.

That's enough for the extraordinary.

"Now buy the rye for 400 mounds and a million G's there"

Copy that.

When he told Gilles to give him a million G of cloth bags, Jude's sister obeyed it honestly.

The rest would be fundamental agrarian reform. The annual meeting, which is the decision-making body, is now the current principals and mother-in-law. Unless we do something about this, there is no future in the village of Toto.

"Right, Jude's brothers and sisters are invited to come with us to Straheim. The others will be hunted in the village of Toto. Let's get food to the village as soon as we can."

"Thanks......"

At the same time, the children have bowed their heads to me.