Wortenia Senki (WN)

Night of April 18, 2813, Western Continental Calendar

"Negotiable…?"

To Henry's words, Andre groans as he strokes his jaw, "The Beard," with "Don't."

From the feeling of being a former merchant, Henry's words seemed sufficiently feasible.

It is not impossible to assume military power as a navy or engage in trading as a trade ship capable of defending itself.

On the other hand, the question is whether or not the man who says Ryo Mitsuzai is Satoshi to such an interest.

When I say pirate, it is a profession that is disgusted by the public, the size of the metric we use only ourselves.

Negotiations are probably not possible in people like those who are bound by good and evil.

Whether or not to have a volume that can be swallowed in combination with cloudy "blame" …

That thought came to Andre's mind.

"I need some souvenirs... and I'll bet the bastard of your firewood will listen when I give him the souvenirs?

Until then, Louida pinched her mouth listening in silence. Henry nods deeply as he says naturally to her inquiry.

Indeed, her concerns are natural. It's a story that should serve as a proper intermediary.

Of course, it's impossible for them to be pirates, but at least they needed souvenirs to improve their minds.

"A souvenir... what are you going to serve? Money?"

The two of them pressed for Andre's inquiry.

Not a bad choice.

Except for the point that it's a straight ball with no twist whatsoever, it's what 10,000 people need, and no one would be happy to get cash.

There's nothing more to spare than endless use.

But on the other hand, the cash never impresses the person who sent it.

It is understandable because Andre himself, who proposed it, has used the means of bribery more than once.

Cash is instant, on the other hand, not sustainable.

If you're going to keep bribing people on a regular basis, you don't deserve much as a souvenir for the first person you meet.

"It would be nice if we could impress our advantages. He's rare enough to be."

Something that looks good and has a high financial value.

Rare items of high value that are rarely available would be particularly good.

Plus, not with consumables. Something that stays in shape as good as possible.

That thought seeped into Henry's words.

"Something rare and impressive about our advantages..."

"What do you say, anything?

To Henry's inquiry, Andre thought.

There are no rarities in the warehouse that were obtained when the trading ships were seized.

In the Earth Earth world, where logistics has not developed, anything imported from other continents is expensive.

On the other hand, however, many of the objects now sleeping in the warehouse were rare in the true sense, besides impractical.

spices, ornaments, clothing, and martial arts. The use of these items is clear, and the demand is high.

Conversely, objects such as books, paintings, and antiques are coveted "sushi" products for those who want them, but only garbage for those who are not interested. In other words, there is less demand than other products.

When it came to what was left in the warehouse now, it was all of those so-called "so-called" hard-to-replace items of gold.

"In the current state where we are pioneering the peninsula, we will just be able to afford to send art etc..."

After the completion of the exploration on the Waltenia Peninsula, it is good in the sense of foiling, but in the current situation, which is in the process of exploration, it is only visible that sending works of art or the like can stand in the way.

There's no point in making a corner "because" gift that doesn't please the other person.

Silence ruled the room.

Because both Henry and Andre fully understood that their fate lay in negotiating with Ryo Mitsuzai.

"But your heads don't work at the heart..."

A voice like a fool broke the silence.

Henry's sharp gaze pierces Louida as she nibbles with her cheek cane on the table.

"What do you mean?

Low pressed kill voice. What it contains is clear hostility.

What they all have in common is tough will and strong flesh. And it's a hegemony that overwhelms others. There is no such thing as being insulted by others and being silent.

"Wait, Henry... what do you mean? Louida."

Andre stuck his hand out and stopped before Henry's face, who stared at Louida with a hostile gaze and still tried to jump.

Its eyes try to deduce Louida's sincerity.

"You have just the right one. Show us the value of our use and the only valuables available on the peninsula."

Andre and Henry look at each other and think about Louida's words.

"You can only get it on the peninsula. So?

I heard Henry whine as if to be sure, and things floated around behind Andre's brain.

"Oh well... that's it"

"Yes. No man would be happy to be sent here."

Louida hears Andre's words and laughs somewhere with a mixture of inferiority.

I finally thought of what she called valuables behind Henry's brain when I saw that grin.

"Temee... we're having a hard time..."

Henry eats and hangs up at Louida.

That's also natural in a way. I'm not that easy to get.

A lot of effort and luck. Items that are difficult to obtain whichever is missing.

"I know that. Isn't that why it's worth giving away? Any man would love that."

Originally Louida was a slave brought to this town as a whore.

However, her appearance determined that she could not take customers, and she was entrusted with the task of managing the whores, which blossomed her talent.

Manage people and manipulate people.

Louida was good at this talent.

Gradually she expanded her forces via the whores.

It is a good world to say that there is little entertainment, etc.

Ruling women means ruling many pirates who can't help but touch their skin.

That's how she got up and stuffed. to the status of the Three Chiefs.

"It would be good. Let's trust you... Either way, it's not as good as finding a buyer right away. Well, it's not a bad gift here."

"Chip... I don't know what to do"

To Andre's words, Henry snorts as well as tongues.

Such a precious array that it can't be replaced by gold.

If we give them so much, they might listen to themselves, the pirates.

That thought was in the three of us.

Cones, cones

The sound of a hammer pounding through the morning sun's plunging window.

Plus, a lot of yelling noises and a lot of noises from people add color.

In the sense of population, it should only be about a despicable "hepi" village, but what you hear from the outside is a sight as vibrant as the city.

I guess this is what a strong sense of purpose people are on their way to creating something.

Hope was rising in the faces of the people in Liang Zhen's eyes.

(The town has come a long way...... a port where large ships are also accepted on cobblestone roads. The walls are also able to withstand the level of pragmatism… the problem is an example… the shipment from Simone has already arrived. I'll be waiting to hear from you later.)

The city has already begun building homes to accommodate immigrants.

If only one last problem were attached, the Waltenia Peninsula could be reborn into a new form.

And I'm already ready. All you have to do is wait for the time...

"Master Ryo Shin. May I?

"Ah. Laura. Is something wrong?

Ryo Trun, who was stunned by a blurry view of the city from his window, turned his gaze toward the door when he heard the knock knocking on the door.

"Your report."

Laura's face, who says so, has an indescribable look mixed with confusion and surprise.

Something unexpected must have happened.

(Something happened...)

Ryo Jin urged ahead with his eyes silently.

And when I heard her report, a surprised look appeared on Liang Zhen's face.

The room was crude.

Columns and walls made of wood.

They were robustly built, but they remained uneven and do not seem very aristocratic office.

The room is built quite widely because it is used by the person holding the title.

However, if the furniture provided in the room is only for desks and chairs with coarse wood, it will, on the contrary, highlight the coarseness.

Maybe that's natural in a way, too.

Liang Zhen uses this room twice a day. It's only when I get morning and evening reports.

Of course, there may be paperwork, such as checking lists and details of items to be purchased from Simone, but the number of cases is overwhelmingly small, leaving the bulk of such detailed work to the Bolts and Malfist sisters.

The only thing Liang Zhen confirms is that only a few documents can be settled by themselves.

So, Ryo Jin, speaking of what he was doing, took the initiative to participate in building the city each morning while putting drinks around him as a site director.

Take the initiative to move your body.

Bruising means, but in the earth Earth Earth world, which is a class society, this has had a great effect outside of things.

For many soldiers, nobility is the ruler and the exploiter.

A nobleman is a being who produces nothing himself but takes it away from the people.

In fact, it pays a great deal of responsibility and price, but from a ruling person's point of view, those negative parts are things that don't go into the eye.

Ryo Jin, one of his ruling classes, uses his body in a mix among themselves.

The attempt definitely narrowed the distance between Liang Zhen and the soldiers.

Sweat together and exchange words.

Eat the same meal and sleep in a coarse wooden cot.

Liang Zhen's attitude in saying so was sure to earn the trust of the soldiers.

Everything was going well. Yes, until Laura gave me that report...

(Damn. What are we gonna do...)

Ryo Jin struck her tongue in her heart as she stared at the parchment placed on her desk.

Repeated inquiries.

The book of the night already dominates the area.

Liang Zhen, hearing Laura's report, continued to wander into the room all day.

Without even having lunch, Ryo Jin is even asking himself repeatedly.

No, the truth is, we've already reached a conclusion.

The question is, what do we do to achieve the conclusion...

(Subhuman......?)

Letters demanding negotiations delivered by pirates. It was the gift written in it that caused Liang Zhen to suffer for half a day.

Subhuman.

They are generally an extinct and supposed species, rumored to exist on the Waltenian Peninsula.

It was a letter seeking to negotiate with Liangzhen and a single sub-man that a small boat had entered the bay this morning.

Her skin is lustrous black reminiscent of purple crystals. Hair has clear silver hair and ears are sharper than humans.

It is a species commonly known as the Black "Dark" Elf.

Living gems.

The more adjectives like that deserve, the more beautiful she is.

Any man would be captivated by the charm she unleashes.

No, not even a woman is an exception.

Laura and Sarah originally looked out for their beauty from the moment they saw her, as did the experienced people who said Bolts and Rio.

Indeed, she could be described as a gift unique to a special land called the Waltenia Peninsula.

Ryo Jin couldn't have been more unhappy to be given a beautiful black "Dark" elf or something than to be a man.

If that's what you mean, I can tell you the pirates made the right choice.

But they were mistaken.

And that mistake is going to drive all the gears crazy...