Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

February 14th.

The year has dawned and it has been about a month and a half.

The village of Rasmore here is completely covered in snow and has become a world of silver.

Soap had been distributed to all houses in a village with eighty units, and Kate's classes for adults had begun for those in education.

The blackboard was made by Craig the Craftsman. To be able to carry it, I cleanly polished the surface of the 1 m × 0 · 5 m wooden plate, used paint made of charcoal and oil to color it black, and managed to do something like that. I wanted to make it green, but there was no good stuff with the green paint, so I am patient with it in black.

For the chalk, the limestone was finely crushed to make a grilled and hardened object.

It is brittle and less comfortable to write than I thought, but I am able to use it for once.

I tried making dried pasta with flour with hand-cut ones without pastama scenes.

Using the combined magic of wind and fire attributes, stretch and dry the cut noodles.

It stretched out quite thinly, so it dried for a short time, but I feel a little buried.

In the meantime, I had Molly boil the water and boil the salt, but it had a subtle texture.

I had trouble making a pastama scene, so I stretched it out like udon or buckwheat, and cut it with a knife. Of course I can't do it with the strength of a four-year-old, so that's what Walt and Molly did. The noodles were dried in the sun using the winter sunshine, and the magic was also used to hang and dry for about ten days.

It is also dry and can be eaten if boiled, but the texture is not very good.

The reason seems to be that the thickness is fragmented and the boiling time did not adjust well.

Eating is very hard because there is only a knife and a spoon to eat. I remodeled a wooden spoon to make a simple fork and had it eaten by my family with a sauce flavored with salted pork and chili, but my reputation wasn't very good.

My father thought, "It's a hassle to make, and it's hard to eat. And I don't think it's very good. Sure, if you have a pot, you can eat it, so it might be good for outdoor food, but this won't sell".

Other people's thoughts were the same, so I decided that dry pasta was a failure.

(I still have to ferment the over-picked wheat to make it alcoholic too... Maybe the deep psychology that I wanted to make it alcoholic worked that the pasta didn't go well...)

Three hundred and seven years in Kanga Hill is going to be a baby boom.

After the announcement of my mother's pregnancy, I found out earlier in the year that Sharon's mother, Claire, also had signs of pregnancy. She also found out she was three months pregnant and said the birth would be about July.

Shortly afterwards, Mel's mother, Polly, also found out she was pregnant. He said it was the same time of year as Claire, and his grandfather was laughing at him this summer trying to get busy with the baby crying.

I didn't know Mel had a sister. She was born three years ago, but hung ill and died two months old.

And Nicholas and Kate's daughter, Jean, the newlywed, have signs of it, too, and now we're just watching.

Every time I heard that story, I remembered God's story.

I wonder if there is a "child of destiny” in it.

About myself, but the training is going well and both swordsmanship and witchcraft are up to level four.

A little bit of my body, but I have a growing feeling.

But over the past few days, the expression of my grandfather and father had clouded, and there had also been a bitter air between my servants.

Guy and Hector are touring the woods with the hunters, but there's something wrong with the woods. They said there were traces of bears not seen this season and snow leopards that should be more in the back of the mountain in the woods.

He further tells me that there were goblin-like footprints in the snow, and that something is happening in the back of the forest.

My grandfather and father decided to put a vigilante in the woods.

"Just in case, we're gonna go through the woods a lot. Hector, lead about thirty men and follow in the footsteps. Guy, go deeper with the hunters. I hope nothing happens, but I have a bad feeling."

My grandfather lets Hector lead thirty vigilantes and orders them to investigate the woods.

And Guy, a former adventurer, also decided to go back to the Woodford River with three hunters and expand his survey range to the foot of the Aquila Mountains.

February 15th.

Hector's squad heads to the woods early in the morning.

Guy's squad took three days, so he loaded the sleigh with supplies and left the village.

In the evening, Hector's squad seemed to have ended up empty-handed, returning with no particular harvest.

"The footprints of bears and leopards were heading north. The footprints of the Goblins, once westbound, are heading north. Apparently, he's fleeing the southeast."

My grandfather and I were discussing future responses after hanging words of labor on Hector and the others.

In the end, it seemed inconclusive and we were going to wait for the Guys' results.

Three days later, before noon on February 18th, Guy with a tired expression returned.

"About five kilometers upstream of the Woodford River, we found tons of footprints. Orcs and orgasms."

My grandfather has ceased to say, "With orcs and orgasms..." and my father has put his arms together with a distressed look.

"Yes, there are nearly a hundred oaks and more than ten orgasms just to be sure. Fortunately, we are heading east to northwest, and we have confirmed that we have crossed the Seelin River - a relatively large river that flows about five kilometers north of the village of Rasmore"

"Orcs and orgs...... are the orgs chasing the orcs?

Guy shook his head quietly to the side,

"I don't know. But at least I don't think there was any disturbance like he was running into the footsteps of the oak."

My grandfather has a face that is hard to believe.

"... the orcs and the orgs went on together? Well, there's no sign of him coming back here."

"Yes, I came back from the Seelin River along the foothills of Mount Sheharion - a small mountain north of the village of Rasmore - but at least there was no sign of me heading this way"

My father said, "What other information should I report?," he asked.

"There were many footprints older than the footprints of the Augs, heading north. Wolves, deer, bears, etc., but it looks like they've entered Mount Shekharion"

It was Guy's idea that animals and weak demons might have fled in fear of the orgasms.

My grandfather will gather Walt and the rest of his squire for future consultations.

However, too little information meant that no effective measures seemed to be envisaged, apart from increasing vigilance around the village.

I was summoned by my grandfather and father after my servants pulled me away.

"We're talking about an orga. I want your opinion."

I was surprised by the words,

"I'm a military amateur, I am. You don't have enough knowledge to give your uncle your opinion?

My grandfather shook his head sideways and said, "Whatever. Talk to me if you have any thoughts," he asked me again.

To be honest, I've never seen an orga or an orc, and I can't tell what to say in a situation where I don't know what the vigilante's fighting power is.

Incidentally, the oak grows stiff hair all over his body at about 1 · 8 m to 2 m tall, his belly protrudes nonchalantly and his legs are short. And it's a ghostly demon with a few cm of fangs sticking up from his mandible on his crushed nose, about two cm of tiny horns on his forehead.

On the other hand, the Auga is a powerful demon with long, thick arms on giants over 3m and two sharp fangs growing from the top and bottom in the mouth, with a power commensurate with that giant.

Both are less intelligent, but belligerent, greedy, eating humans are, of course, the most hated demons from people because they take women away for breeding.

"Is it possible to fight a hundred orcs and ten orgasms in our village vigilante?

My grandfather replies instantly, "I can't."

"So is it possible that an orc and an orga could make the same herd?

"At least you've never heard of Non. Matt, what about you?

"... you don't... No, the Demons should be able to serve as their own relatives"

My father told me that of the demons living east of the Aquila Mountains, ghosts - the generic names of the Great Ghost, Medium Ghost, and Little Ghost - could serve Auga, Oak, Goblin, etc., and that Auga, Oak, and Goblin had attacked at the same time during their invasion of the Kaum kingdom - a mountainous nation in the south - decades earlier.

"Right. That's possible... but this place is 300 km away from Kwaedam Tenebre - the land inhabited by the Demons. And no matter how demonic it is, it's impossible to cross the extreme cold Aquila."

In my grandfather's opinion, it was unlikely that the Demons would make it around here, and it was hard to think about it.

"Right," my father nodded to that opinion.

(Whether demonic or not, there was definitely an orc and an orga footprint. It's not like there's any chance that the orcs are moving after something and the orgs are chasing it. Either way, we definitely headed north of the Seelin River. At the end of the Seelin river is the city of Kilnarek......)

"Okay. So I was wondering if all I could do was report this information where it should be. Who in Kilnarek, by the way, will you pass on this kind of information?

"Right. Kilnarek doesn't have a lord, so he's not the mayor and head of the defense. Perhaps you should tell him directly around the Guild Branch Manager."

Kilnarek is a city of the Caerm Empire, but an autonomous city under the umbrella of the Union of Urban States. As a result, there are nominal lords but they do not reside in the city.

"Then you should warn Kilnarek immediately. In the name of your uncle, if possible."

My grandfather couldn't think of a reason to make it his name,

"I warn you, why is the name Non? Isn't it good in the name of the lord Matt?

"Listening to what I said earlier, this story seems hard to believe. So I was wondering if it would be better if it was information that my uncle in the war admitted."

My father also said, "Right. That's better," he nods.

It was decided that Nicholas would be a messenger to Kilnarek. My grandfather approved the affidavit to the mayor and gave it to Nicholas.

"After you give this to the mayor, you talk directly to each guild. Especially tell the Adventurer Guild not to fail to be vigilant."

After Nicholas left, the village vigilante stepped up patrols around the village.

the evening of February 19th the following day.

Nicholas returned from Kilnarek.

His report said the mayor of the town and the head of the defense force were half-hearted, but they decided to step up their vigilance just in case.

I also spoke to the branch chiefs of each guild, but they said there was no aromatic reaction. As a precaution, the answer came back that the information would flow, but it was not meant to move aggressively.

Later, we could hear the wolves howling from Mount Shekharion in the north, but we had a March without any major change.

I hear from pedestrians who come once every six months, but I don't get any information in particular that orcs and orgasms have struck streets and cities.

The colour of anxiety gradually disappeared from the villagers as well.

March 15th.

My grandfather also considered a massive demonic raid unlikely and de-alerted the vigilante. The village returned to normal life.

By that time, the snow starts to dissolve and farming begins gradually.

Preparations for the cultivation of the fields of the squire had also begun in Kanga Hill.

For the rotten soil made with improved toilets - which was a success in the fall - tests were to be carried out in the fields of Nicholas' house.

Furthermore, tests of the wheeled weights produced during the winter were to be carried out in the fields of Hector's house.

A lot of prototype wheeled weights have been diverted from the parts of the wagon, making it feel more luxurious than I thought.

But when I used it, the work efficiency increased dramatically, and the fields were covered in a fraction of the time I cultivated them manually.

My father sees how it goes and admires the sighing.

"It's obvious, if you ask me, but it's more than I thought I'd see."

I don't have that much emotion because I know the tiller of the original world.

"Right. All you have to do is wash out the improvements and introduce them into the village, I think. The number of units would be sufficient if there was about one in each district. How do you intend to operate it?

My father said, "How do you operate? What's that supposed to mean?" He asked me.

"What do we do with the ownership of this wheeled weight? Will it take the form of a loan by the lord, or will it be shared in each district? How much will the royalties be if you lend them, and who will manage if you share them..."

I'll explain everything I can think of.

(If there is an organization like the Farmers' Association, it would be nice to let it manage there, but I still don't have a good understanding of the relationship in this village. It would be better if the Lockhart family (of which), the lord, lent it, but if it were my father, it would be cheaper to rent it out...)

"Excuse me. I have no idea what's going on around here. I'll leave it to you and Nicholas. Proceed the way you think is best."

My father threw a round at me and Nicholas, feeling like he was up to it.

I felt like I was going to, too, so I said, "Okay. I'll make a plan, as usual," he said, grinning bitterly in his heart.

I was thinking about the abdominal proposal for once.

For the time being it is decided to lend it as the property of the Lords, and the loan fee shall be an amount capable of depreciation of manufacturing costs. However, since the monetary economy is not very well developed in this village, the form of storage is also admitted.

The problem is storage and maintenance. I can't leave it exposed, and I definitely need to take care of it after use. If the number of units is going to expand the cultivated area in the future, I want one for each district. That would require space to store four to five cars.

The other is how to set the service life. For once, I see it as three years, but I can't read it at all because I don't have any experience.

The cost of manufacturing was three gold coins, three hundred C (krona) (= 300,000 yen). Seems cheaper than I thought because I diverted parts from the wagon.

If the depreciation period were to be set at three years, it would only be possible to recover one hundred C per year. If you consider the number of days of operation per year to be 100, it should not be that much of a burden, since funds can be recovered at 2C (= 2,000 yen) if you consider it to be 1 C per day (= 1,000 yen) and 50 days.

In the case of storage, I don't know the market, so I'm going to leave it to Nicholas.

I'll call Nicholas and explain the storage and maintenance issues and the rental setup.

"The storage area should be built in the East End. It would be more convenient to be close to the workshop of the blacksmith, Mr. Beltram, and the woodworker, Craig. The only way to do this is to appoint someone who can be trusted. For once, I have an idea, so let me get this over with..."

I was impressed with him, "That's Nicholas."

"Let's also put horses on the rental fee at 2C per half day. If you don't need a horse, one C per half day is enough."

I assumed it was on a day-by-day basis, and I said, "Do you lend it on a half-day basis?" I raised my voice.

"Yes, from what I've seen in Hector's field, a small field would suffice in half a day. It's the same everywhere, so it's better for everyone to use it as efficiently as possible."

If the crops you are making are the same, the time to sow them will be the same. It will change somewhat in the sun, but I haven't farmed that hard in this village.

Nicholas explains that every day, other peasants will wait to do the work that ends in half a day in a relaxing day. Then, every half day, it was better to turn it around efficiently.

(That's just Nicholas. I have a good understanding of the situation in the village. I still have to know the “crime scene” to come up with a big idea. I need to make sure I see the crime scene a little more too... let's leave this place to Nicholas)

"Got it. I'll take care of the rental storage. Because I can't imagine."

In the end, I threw a round at Nicholas just like my father did.

Quite a few villagers have shown interest when it comes to letting the villagers see the operation on Kanga Hill and lending it to those who want to use it.

Apparently, the reforms Nicholas is making, or the reforms I'm making, are being recognized by the villagers.

If this works, we can make the field bigger. If the wheat harvest increases, we can make a lot of booze, and if it becomes a specialty, the village will be rich. And then, if we can reduce child mortality, we should be able to increase the population.