The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Later, at the Duke's residence in Warren, a core city about two days north of there, when Smith, who was given a worn out sword by a returning buster and asked to repair it, was swinging a hammer while he was out of his own butch in the workshop...

The gentle sunlight of the afternoon was slipping through the window to the office, where the knight Eldrick went to report as he cleanly removed the dirt that adhered to his armor.

"… that's the end of this Valiant crusade."

"Good luck, I'll have the details submitted in writing, you can back off"

"Good day, Sir Eldrick"

The samurai Delia, who had refrained in the room, hung the words of labor, opening the door inside in natural motion to encourage him to exit, but his knight opens his mouth without turning back his heel, even hesitating.

"May I have a moment, my lord?

"Forgive me, tell me."

"This is about the guards who died in the war... we ask for generous protection from the survivors"

"Naturally, let's consider the adventurers who have fought out as well."

After a pleasantly responded mainly silent and deeply bowed his head, Eldrick resigned from the office.

"... you were listening, please arrange the golden circle"

Delia recalls the cost of support for the livelihood of those in the village of Grau who have evacuated due to the Valiant damage, and the estimated documentation of the costs related to the reconstruction of the village attacked, responding to the Duke across temporary thoughts.

"Yes, sir, may I add the reward of the Queen Crusade, which has no target audience, to the funds?

Since Valiant Queen is a dangerous species falling under Threat B and a demon of the limits that the high-ranking adventurers in the field could cope with, the Duke of Felias had offered a corresponding amount of rewards.

"I don't mind, but do you still want to stay temporarily financially supportive... teething"

Although it may not be stingy (yabusa) to add to the survivors' compensation, it is also true that there are limits to the operating funds in the territory, and you cannot act irresponsibly as a person in position.

"I have no choice, Duke,“ he also says, "the road to hell is paved with goodwill."

Those who just want to criticize governance (from Ya) will criticize the measures with good intentions, but with proper knowledge of the financial situation, many things can only appear to be the way to self-destruction.

For example, even if it is easy to say that no taxes will be required from tomorrow, the city will be devastated without the administration functioning, and after a few years the bodies of the inhabitants will not roll together in the slums.

"It's a difficult thing..."

"Just have a lord who seems to be, and the people of Ferrias are happy."

“Nevertheless,” she continues.

"Steppen Kobolt, a silver-haired man who debated Queen..."

"Even if there are so many out of the standard, it's probably the Temple of the Holy Beast."

Whether you intend to hang a chase on Lord Ferrias, who sighs, the report on the Kobolts that will arrive from the village of Viel in a few days is without a body or lid...

Because of his hard work in reading the adorable letters of Acting Village Chief Maril, he was surrounded by a sense of inexorable hardship.

Without knowing such a struggle, the silver-haired werewolf dog in the skin of a person is rewarded by the Adventurer's Guild, and then rests until the evening bell at the four-leaf White Clover Pavilion in three adjacent houses, and rolls out again to the combined tavern with his grumpy little fox sister on his shoulder.

"Kwon, Khuluaouuuuuuuuuuuan ♪

"Brother, I want something delicious."

Sometimes I follow him to town. Dagger understands that if he has money, he can buy food, and he hastily reminds me of fumifumifumifumifumifumifumifumi and footsteps on his shoulder.

She's usually a weather savior, but she doesn't lack understanding due to her daily education. Earlier, I had untied a bag of solid money in the room, checked a small amount of gold and more silver coins to make my eyes sparkle.

(If it's good that you understand the value of money... is it important that you don't obsess me too much?)

I know there are a lot of things I can buy with money, and although I can even buy them with my heart and dignity depending on the person and circumstances, I can't really buy the stuff I want with gold.

The ultimate will be true trust, love, tough flesh, steel-like spirit, etc.

None of them are the kind you can get with loads of gold.

(Well, you can hire a fierce...)

In other words, the famous family of Athos (Meibo), the aristocrat of Eastern countries who incorporated Western culture in the history of warfare between East and West, recalls a request previously entrusted to the mercenary regiment by its masters.

He doesn't even need to wave his sword because he has a track record of crusading the Warcraft. What is the significance of the fictional fame thus gained?

"Hmm, if it's not accompanied by reality, it's not worth it"

At least I want to grab it with my own hands if I really want it, even if it seems inefficient and stupid, unless the act puts my people at risk...

Concluding neatly, he turned his hands on his shoulder, diving through the guild door as he poffed the child fox's head and looking inside the noisy combined tavern, he discovered the Muriels who had come to the tavern first.

"Ooh, over here!!

The entangled ares of gaze raised a jock with amber (kohaku) coloured liquid, and Mirea, the bowman who was healing in the city, waved small toward him.

"Sounds like you did a great job, knocking down two Kingsguard species?

"Right, today is about Mr. Archer's luxury!

"Wait a minute, Liberto... why does that happen?

"Bounty, you'll be getting more than we are, okay?"

I did get an extra reward for the two hand-worked men who commanded the Adventurers, Miss Grace and Edgar's declarations for two large ants of Kingsguard (Imperial) species, but I don't have a luxury brother-in-law, so I'm appropriately dressed as a light warrior who's starting to get lightly drunk.

"Also ~, Liberto, don't say too much impossible... ah, sit over here"

To save vegetable oil, Muriel, lighted with glossy (twinkly) redhead on a dimly lit lamp, tapped the chair gently and urged me to sit next to myself, so I lowered my hips honestly.