The Empire of War and My Strategies - Until We Can Have The Most Powerful Country Ever

I've been in Rand for a week, and while I work for the Chamber of Commerce, I spend every day looking for jobs.

Harsh inside.

First of all, I'm definitely the luxurious one.

Gigo-jitsu?

But no shame.

I was born and raised in the Pacific Ocean, on the island of Japan.

Immersed in water production in twentieth century hospitals, surnames are discarded, first names are discarded, people are called to emit as Lyle the plain elf.

I mean, he's a super greenhouse-grown boxed kid, and he's a peace bogger.

Half of Master Hooten would talk differently if he was worldly...

The land is lined with trees, bricks and buildings made of dirt walls.

Land walls are dirty, too.

I think I can do it because it's not a stone wall, but there are traces of the wall demolished and expanded there, and the size of the city is amazing.

So, the nobles can be huge gardened houses, but in the case of ordinary people, ancient Rome. The houses are very dense, and there are places in the slums.

It is also impossible to get close. Yet the person who lives next door to the conversation is unable to sleep even if he belongs to a violent organization. I'm not satisfied with the keys to their home.

And where I said that was still unclean, and the smell of excretory objects that had nothing to do with the journey was terrible.

Can't help but want to live somewhere safe, away from those dangerous areas?

Then houses also become bricks and trees, not dirt walls, and rent is higher.

Besides, clothes don't say silk shirts on silk trousers like all noblemen, but hemp is troublesome.

In winter it can be cold and catch a cold.

I want cotton trousers and a shirt. Plus I want room to buy a jacket.

It is fashionable to silk only the hippos used instead of the belt. There were people who wanted to, but I wouldn't say it would cost money for nothing like that.

Wearing sandals barefoot is also a bit...... I want to wear some foot bag stuff so my legs don't rub off.

Naturally, it takes a lot of pay, and it just turns out to be a fine store.

There's no way a young man can make a pop out of a store like that.

... Is that it? I still feel like I'm looking for an unfamiliar income.

Every day I recognize that my salary at the Chamber of Commerce was actually higher.

Maybe he was getting a function allowance + elf allowance for reading and writing calculations.

Thank you, Captain. If I were to take care of you again, I would work seriously.

Still, I kept storming into the good spot for a week, and I kept getting turned down.

I have a story in my ear.

He said, "The Barca Viscount family is looking for a teacher for Lydia, the third daughter. Whatever the three women learn to be interested in. But she is Joon-young, who is known to the world, and many wise men are fleeing because of the better".

Look it up, this Lydia is seriously smart.

He has been told that he has crossed several educational institutions and that he has no place to teach.

Rumors of the city, though.

He is now ten years old.

If it's true, I'm out of my mind beyond smart.

Even if you can use summoning magic, you won't feel uncomfortable.

This gathering of teachers is also an operation conceived by parents to extend the names of the three women to the heavens. What did they say?

Because Lydia doesn't have her first ear class.

Some of them have been hired to attract Lydia's interest, but in a few days they have run out of content to teach, and have left with gratuity.

Even if it is half the talk, it is a terrific piece of content.

But for me, there's one thing. I mean, it's a winnable condition.

Two chances would have been a sure thing, but that would be called luxury.

In this world, from what I've looked into, both the laws of physics and the flora and fauna were with the Earth.

On top of that, geography may be with us. There was the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.

365 days a year and 366 days every four years.

I just heard the calendar was slipping away.

I don't think it's because I haven't had a year or so every 128 years.

Anyway, the collection of knowledge that humanity has gathered over 6,000 years in my head, school education knowledge, is valid.

However, I am not willing to give the world knowledge that I can really use, such as a thousand toothpicks.

I also have a belief problem with me... Johann who gave birth to Mycen-roasted if I had the knowledge that I was going to be rich and powerful, not entirely personal and not Superman... Oh my goodness, it's natural to be locked away.

In the age of swords and bows, my brain hasn't sprung to the point of claiming human rights.

I want to choose the knowledge that people who hear about it feel like, "Hmm... 3 ha, right?"

Why don't you take a few days to figure out how to talk to the story and get into it?

It's a useless story, so I can't help it if I don't hire it.

Though there is a good chance that they will pay you in advance.

I tried to understand things like that, but now I feel the toilet closing in front of the Barca family because of the tension.

I don't have a choice.

I'm a little nervous about part-time interviews.

This house is too big and oppressive.

For noblemen, it feels as if they are saying, "We are incapable people who refuse to do it", both the gates that are not decorative and the houses that are only pursuing functionality that can be seen over the walls.

That said, the sun goes down even if you're freaked out at all times.

Take one deep breath.

The person you're talking to is the gatekeeper who looks suspicious in front of you.

"I'm sorry. This is the Barca family, I think, but are you still looking for Lydia Barca's teacher? I'd like to give it a try if I can."

…… I'll tell you first. I refuse to talk about famous books such as Son's Book and Gong's Book. Lydia has regular discussions with scholars, and no one in the field is needed. Knock on the College Gate if you can teach Lydia enough. Get hired immediately. "

Son's book? What? What?

No, I don't care.

There's no way I know of any famous books in this world.

"No, you don't. Uh, I wish I could explain why the seasons change from the relationship between the sun and this earth. There are a few others, so if there's anything you might be interested in, I'd like to talk to you."

"Why the seasons change?... If you're using magic as a reason, you'll call an official as a suspicious person."

"Yes, no. It's a good logical reason. I never think of deceiving you into giving away money, etc. It's just not practical knowledge, it gets to the point of being interesting to hear."

Low posture and low posture are important.

I just heard about the city rumors, but there's a lot of scams coming and pooping, and it is.

"I'm not looking for a clown?

"It's a range of studies for once. Satisfying intellectual curiosity and feeling fun...... like?

"... a little suspicious, but good. Ladies like rare things... wait here. I'll take it from here."

"Yes, thank you"

After waiting in front of the gate long enough, a woman came and told me to follow her, so I follow her honestly.

Guided was a lounge-like building built in a vast garden.

There, a girl blessed with a facial skeleton about ten years old waited with her escort-like figure standing beside her.

He is dressed in clothes that make him feel the goodness of an embroidered and aristocratic product made of silk, with gray hair in wolf cuts, observing me with quiet blue eyes reminiscent of the lake.

This kid is Lydia Barca......

... Scary.