The reborn aristocrat is ambitious! "You've got pretty good status, give em to me"

The Wolfgangs went home through the wilderness.

It's not just food, it's wine in one hand.

He liked human liquor a lot.

Alster is visited by many merchants to buy salt.

There are also luxury hotels, and alcohol handled there is naturally a luxury item.

Viscount Maxwell checked the statement and flashed his face for a moment.

Randolph saw the look on his face.

"Pay at the Marquis Wellrod house for any expenses you may need regarding Dwarf"

- Offer.

Even the deputies entrusted with a city of such a magnitude would incur a huge burden of unexpected expenses.

Randolph offered his support before Viscount Maxwell asked for it.

Seeing it, Isaac couldn't help but think, "If I could take that into account, I wish you would have made me a family."

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Isaac and the others returned to Wellrod's mansion.

First Randolph heads to the office and starts writing letters for reporting.

In the meantime, someone who cared about Dwarf talks to Isaac to ask him sooner or later.

"It's okay. There were a lot of differences, but it's just that there might be a resumption of interaction with Dwarf."

Isaac answered to reassure those who looked worried and asked.

But that doesn't reassure the bureaucrats.

Isaac doesn't know, but when he resumed interacting with the elves, they were suddenly feeling like they were dying from more work.

Especially since Randolph has returned this year, he has also begun to introduce uniformity in the format.

I don't see how much more work will be done by the resumption of interaction with Dwarves.

Getting along was a good thing, but that was not a good thing for all.

Randolph showed up where Isaac was standing.

"Isaac, take this letter to the King's Capital. I don't care if it's a quick horse, but you'll want to hear the words of whoever actually sees you in the capital."

"Okay. What will your father do?

"I'll stay in Wellrod. Lord Claude tells me the Wolfgangs weren't the only ones making deals with the elves. Other dwarves may come by mistake with Lord Wolfgang. There could be an armed clash then, right? We're going to need someone with the authority to put the place away."

- Dwarves other than the Wolfgangs.

This was an issue to be assumed before the talks.

Before Wolfgang and the others left, it would still be better if we just realized that.

I asked the other Dwarves to tell me, "I want you to wait until spring," too.

But as Randolph said, there may be people heading to the human city before they hear from the Wolfgangs.

We also need to deal with these people.

Lords surrogate Randolph remains and needs to make a decision in an emergency.

Given the possibility of a collision, it was inconceivable to "still leave Isaac the child in Wellrod to make a decision".

"I'm going to keep my mouth shut so I don't get into contention here, too. I've seen a lot of faces."

Claude had experience in shopping in Dwarf City.

There are also a lot of familiar dwarves, so they seem to be assisting Randolph.

But then there's one problem.

Claude looks at Bridget's face.

"As an elf ambassador, I would also like to tell His Majesty Elias the basics of Dwarf... I think I should wait for someone to come from the village of Morane."

His words were directed at Randolph.

Randolph also makes a difficult face at this.

Requesting a replacement is rude to Bridget, but I don't even rely on young Bridget to leave it to me.

This was also a difficult issue to judge.

Claude also has a proposal to go with Isaac to the King's Capital and ask Bridget to assist Randolph until help comes from the village of Morane.

"prompt reporting" and "safety"

I was just worried about which one to take.

"You're burning your passion for making things, you like alcohol, that's about it, right? That's all right."

Bridget answers with her chest stretched.

The more confidently she said, the more anxiety Claude felt she could not express in words.

However, Bridget has also grown in contact with humans.

I couldn't truncate a word “no”.

Bridget, give me your ear.

Claude ears to Bridget.

Bridget, who had been struck in the ear, turned her face bright red with anger.

"You don't have to tell me it's me. Whatever it is, Bella, don't think about it."

"Just in case. If you know what I mean."

"If there's no inconvenience, I'd like you to tell me lightly what you're talking about..."

The two are convinced, but Isaac asked a question that bothered me when they talked hissohisso in front of me.

After Claude toured, he answered the question.

"I just told him not to talk about what kind of armament Dwarf was in. Of course, I wouldn't tell Dwarf about the human side. We make deals, and we use magic to make our way. But I don't imitate spies. I was just paying attention to Bridget."

"Well, if that's the case, I'm convinced."

Claude's remarks were convincing given Elf's position.

It doesn't matter if you have a long or short relationship.

If you talk about everything with Bella Bella on one side, you won't be trusted by the other either.

It was a basic course of action for the species Elf (...) not to lose credibility.

(When that happens...)

"Just in case Mr. Claude tells you about Dwarf first? I might be able to support Mr. Bridget when he's about to talk."

"Right. Shall we?"

"Hey! Claude didn't trust me!

"Just in case. It's not what you are."

"And there you go. Mr. Claude seems to know more about it because he's been dating Dwarf for a longer time, and Mr. Bridget won't hurt to hear it."

"Mmm..."

Bridget doesn't seem to want to convince me either, but the fact is that Claude, who used to go out on deals, is more familiar.

I couldn't strongly deny it.

"It would be helpful if you could tell us, too. 'Cause it wouldn't be the same as reading in a book."

One of the bureaucrats asks Claude to speak.

Unintentionally, it takes the form of a helpboat to make it easier for Bridget to accept to listen.

"Then let's just calm down and change places where we can talk. I can't concentrate."

Randolph recommends moving the place.

No one disagreed with it and moved to the conference room.

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"... Now, where shall we talk from"

The meeting room is bigger than the office room.

But there was a huge gathering of people in the handcuffs to see where they pinched it in their ears.

In the wake of a large crowd of gaze, Claude shows a slightly awkward bareback.

"First, Dwarf can tell by looking at it. They are about 80% tall as humans, but almost all of them have good flesh. It's not meat at all, it's muscle width. And it seems that this muscle has something to do with this problem"

"My muscles?

Surprised Isaac asks a question.

Other attendees also asked, "Why the muscles?" and had doubts.

"A long time ago. Long before the time of the city state before the Reid kingdom could. Even more so in Grandpa's time, Dwarf was said to have been a ferocious species. But at one point I grew up on the border. The reason for this is that I woke up making things. They put all their energy into making things. I found joy in making good things and serving them as a dish before I grew old. That's what Grandpa used to tell me about Dwarves."

"So, Mr. Wolfgang and the others moved into action without restraint because they were no longer able to make things?

"Just digging rock salt shouldn't be a problem to live with. Probably will."

Isaac holds his head.

Speaking of dwarves, it was the image of a "stubborn but liquor-loving cheerful old man".

When I thought I visited Alster not for the reason of "yah naughty," but only for the reason that "I couldn't make things and the ferocity I was suppressed was unleashed," the image of Dwarf seemed to collapse.

"Next, yeah...... Grandpa said, 'Dwarves will be quiet if you give them booze,' but you better not take it as you say. Probably because I think it means starting a fight and then being quiet."

Claude is joking, but the content doesn't get stylish.

Maybe because the Wolfgangs were beating me up at that time.

If Isaac hadn't offered to "bring up the deal" unexpectedly, it could have actually happened depending on the flow of the story.

I was reflecting on it getting a little rampant, but maybe it turned out good.

"You just don't have to be unnecessarily scared for what you usually deal with. He's a good person to talk to. I'm just an honest person, so if you speak honestly, there's no problem. You better watch out because they don't really like the way you say it around."

I wanted to hear that first.

Isaac shrugs and says, "Shit."

Because the people around me have seen it with the eyes of "what have you done..."

What they think is right.

Isaac had already said something to be wary of.

"Speaking of which, what about Dwarf City?

To delude Isaac, he rushes to move on.

"Salzstadt's appearance is no different from that of a human city. I've never been there before, but I hear there are some underground cities that have recreated abandoned pits into the city. Unlike the human city, the whole town is smoky or hot because there are workshops everywhere. Coal cokes? They use something like that. You don't want to get too close over there."

"There, you kind of want a smoke."

Because it's a nature loving elf, or it doesn't seem to go well with Dwarf's workshop.

Bridget also looks disgusted when she remembers her visit.

But Isaac looked at something different.

(Do you even use coal? That should also be called Dwarf)

Previously, I heard that the blacksmith's melting furnace uses charcoal.

In contrast, the Dwarves say they are already using coal for fuel.

Isaac doesn't know much about fuel either, but he does know that coal is the primary fuel used before oil.

The fact that coal is used alone made me feel the difference between human and Dwarf technical abilities.

"Besides, you can hear the noise from the salt mines. You don't really want to go to Saltstadt."

I squeal with Bridget's disgusting face.

For a well-eared elf, the working noise near the workshop was also uncomfortable.

He doesn't just say "because it's far away," he seems to hate the noisy Dwarf city.

"That thing is blowing up to dig out salt,"

"Bombing?"

Isaac and Randolph ask questions at the same time.

But that means something different.

Isaac meant "Is there an explosive," and Randolph said, "What is a bombing? It meant."

Claude received that they were wondering the same thing as Randolph.

"Bombing is the task of burying an object called gunpowder on the ground and digging back salt at once. It's hard to dig out rock salt with a wig, but they make it easy to dig it out by blowing it up. They were originally built to dig into the mine."

"Heh, can you sell me mining tools?

"That will depend on the discussion"

A casual story.

But not for Isaac.

(Dynamite also wrote in the book that it was initially developed for construction purposes. If you rebuild it into a weapon after importing it for mining, you may also be able to flip the force difference with the Royal Army)

We don't need a weapon with a complex mechanism like an iron gun.

For now, a weapon that splashes iron pieces like a grenade is fine.

That alone should change the war in this world.

Dwarves also just use it as a tool for mining, which would be easy to get if you are unaware of the danger of war use.

Isaac laughs unexpectedly.

"Was there anything like laughing about mining tools?

Randolph sees Isaac grin and asks with a strange face.

"No, I thought you had some strange stuff like that... He said it sounded kind of fun."

"Right. I hope you get along with Dwarf and see a glass of stuff you don't know."

"Yes."

Randolph strokes his son's head.

Because I was relieved that Isaac also had a childish side, such as showing interest in unknown objects.

Isaac, soon to be eleven.

The idea comes to mind: "When I get a chance, I may forgive you enough to go out to the village of Elves".

"There's also a box where you can save the magic of an elf. They use the magic they've saved to set the furnace on fire all at once."

I guess Claude thought the same thing.

Serve just a little.

"A box to save magic! Awesome!"

(Is there even like a battery! Sounds like you use it like a big stove, but if you have a battery, you have as many other uses as you want!

Isaac makes his eyes shine in a Dwarf country that looks more awesome than expected.

If this makes you happy, Claude was worth the service.

Isaac is certainly happy as a child, but Claude could not have thought of it by now that its meaning was different from what he thought.

"But it's a different matter of whether you can sell me that stuff. Well, shall we continue?"

"Yes!"

I responded well in anticipation of other good information, but after this it was just plain information.

Life expectancy is about four times higher than that of humans, or diet is no different than that of humans.

Still, I can tell you that just the gunpowder and battery information was an unexpected harvest.

- I want to interact with Dwarf about anything.

It was also natural for Isaac to think so stronger than before.

(Throw away your fame and make a profit)

Rather than trying to get both a name and a fruit, it's better to create a flow that allows you to give up your name and resume interactions with the Dwarves.

You should give up your fame to Elias and make him acknowledge the interaction.

But it doesn't make sense to think only about the human side.

Negotiations could break down during discussions with Dwarf.

It would be better if there were some kind of souvenir.

(The problem is piling up. But it's a matter of hope. You're in a complicated mood to be troubled but happy)

Until now, I couldn't think of a way to help Pamela.

Compared to that, it is a luxurious concern to be able to "haunt my head with hopeful issues towards the future".

Isaac didn't waste this situation, so he started thinking about what he could do now.