Fairy Tale Chronicles

"It's a thousand senecas with two okonomiyaki and a plate of octopus."

"There you go."

"Thank you again every time."

Dar, capital of the Kingdom of Dar. Arriving after noon on the first day, Honda had finished greeting the Adventurers Association and applying for a street to a commercial guild early, and had already begun commerce on the street the following day. On this day, the stall sells okonomiyaki skewers, octopus, and sea bream. The stall utilizes an extra deformed gimmick built into the one box by the macro. The scene where one box turns into a stall due to morphing deformity, no matter how insane the technical capabilities of the macro are, I pulled all I could on the boulder.

As a result, in Farlane and Dar, the currency is different, and one Tyrol in Farlane becomes ten senecas when it is fixed to Dar's currency Seneca. In addition, there is no currency that hits the Krone of Farlane, and a Krone becomes a thousand senecas. As for the words, Farlane is usually spoken in Dar, and Dar is close to Farlane, so there is not that much trouble. The same applies to Farlane and the Iron Country/Faure, where the land is bordered on the north side.

As a matter of fact, during the game, there were few opponents who could all shop in Krone, who spoke Farlane. Even here, evidence has emerged that this world has no direct connection to the game.

"... Hey, Spring Vegetables..."

"What, Mr. Makoto?

"Why are we doing the stalls?

"For inventory consolidation and currency acquisition?

A true harp that deepens the crease between the eyebrows for a refreshing answer to everything about spring vegetables. Is it some kind of professionalism that doesn't stop you from baking seabream meanwhile?

Needless to say, Hiroshi and Tatsuya are acting differently at present. I can't read the length of my stay, so I'm looking around for a base. I know it's a different course of action but from time to time Spring Vegetables show a bare gesture like looking for a macro, but I usually deal with it while my customers are here. Spring vegetables that were suspicious of behavior when I was with Hiroshi at one time, but I got used to them while running long distances in one box, or lately I'm starting to be able to take a natural attitude as much as I used to.

"Nothing. You have enough money for your activities, don't you?

"So far, is there a particular problem?

"Food is usually enough for hunting, isn't it?

"We have plenty of ingredients in stock before then, so we may not have to think about the procurement itself for the time being"

"Then you don't have to make money in the street."

Spring vegetables listening to the complaints of the true harp with their noses and baking five okonomiyaki skewers. Makoto goes side by side in a showcase with roasted seabream roasted in vain with a level nose song that deepens the crease between the eyebrows more and more. Next to it, there's a Mio figure who keeps turning the takoyaki somewhere fun with no expression on her face.

The reason I originally started the stall was because the two of us, Hiroshi and Spring Vegetables, had difficulty storing money to buy a workshop for our work as adventurers. There is no particular reason to stick to the current situation, the stalls where we have also obtained workshops and where we can make a great profit from the crusade mission, both militarily and deliberately, for long detention periods.

"When you calm down and think about it, isn't what we're doing very surreal?

"Where is it?

"Because about half of the land in the fantasy world that people live in sells takoyaki and seabream roasts in countries just below the equator? It's not a very subtle picture."

"I don't think selling curry bread and skewers against the backdrop of the game-medieval European-style streets is going to change much as a picture surface, either?

For a ruthless cut back of spring vegetables, Makoto drops his disappointing shoulder while pouring dough into the seabream baker. From what I'm talking about, the children who heard rumors look up at True Harp with their glittering eyes as they offer a hundred Seneca copper coins. The light brown skin that characterizes the Dar man is quite charming.

"What flavor do you want?

I go with white fillings and custard cream so that the number is equal, blurring from the inside out that I have to deal with this. Since no cocoa or its alternatives have been found and no beans have yet been discovered, the only seabream roasts offered in this stall are white fillings and custards. This is the only place where Spring Vegetables and Hongkong are discussing whether to develop matcha cream.

The contents are white!

"Custard cream!

"Both!"

As the kids whisper, they quickly take the seabream roast out of the showcase and trade it for money. I don't like it if I touch it with my bare hands poorly and even my belly is broken, so I would never touch the true harp directly. Kids who receive seabream roasts with faces that are likely to bring whoever cares.

"You wash your hands properly before you eat. And be careful, it's hot."

"Ha ~ i"

Children who nod disciplinarily at the words of the true harp, wash their hands on the spot with water magic, and then wear them. It is a sight of heartburn that the filling seemed deliciously delicious while still eating the sea bream roasted in a showcase. Best.

"One for me, too. A guy with white contents."

"Am I custard cream?

Thanks to the adults who order with these children, I don't have time to be nagging.

"Nevertheless, in this hot city, such a hot menu sells well..."

"Isn't it because it's rare? Also, in this climate, unless it's powdered, it's scary that it's not properly lit."

"There are many stalls, hot menus in this city"

Spring vegetables and Mio tell such a comment to True Harp's words as the showcase runs out of stock and is desperate to bake a new seabream grill. The seabream grill sells well thanks to the kids, but the okonomiyaki skewers and octopus grill also sell with considerable momentum. The capital, Dar, which is quite north of the equator, belongs to a rather tropical subtropical neighborhood, if we say so in terms of climate. The west side is the sea, but unlike Urs, this one is genuine, very usually a port town.

"It's so hot, why don't we just do a shake ice or ice candy?

True harp irresponsibly mouths what he thought with his head springing up in a nice way because he was forced to work on an iron plate in a subtropical climate. Meanwhile, like the other two, the task of baking seabream will not stop. No matter how much clothing you're wearing has a temperature-adjusted enchant on it, it's still hot to be hot. I can't help but feel like my thoughts have boiled.

"Ahhh, looks like a great seller"

"Perhaps the level of overworked death"

Mio hammers in a noisy dialogue in a dry tone somewhere in the spring vegetables. Mio's dialogue is neither exaggerated nor anything. Regardless of the degree of cooling, the magic equipment that makes ice is basically very expensive and rarely used in commerce. Compared to magic props that simply produce heat, they are so inefficient. So ice cream and gelato kinds are luxury goods for the price, and common things like ice candy don't exist in the first place. By the way, Farlane, Fore, etc. where there is land in the cold zone in the territory, stores mass-made ice during the winter months in an anti-corruption warehouse and normally secures ice without demonic tools in the way they are cut and sold in the summer.

It is a contract to sell such a rare thing in Dar, a subtropical one, that on the day when it is also sold at a price that ordinary people can buy, it is not enough to make a production line.

"If we don't get productive, we might not have it till noon."

"That's what I can't do without sticking juice and skewers in it and freezing it instantly when it starts," he said?

"Like that. Finally, we have to make it in hundreds of copies in a single task"

Makoto gives the expression, uh-huh, to the words of spring vegetables. I don't even know what structure equipment it will be, but the retrieval will be manual anyway. The task of removing ice candy from the device every day every day is going to wear my heart through the sur. Somehow, the work is not interesting.

"I mean, you don't have to do stalls in the first place..."

"Oh, get back there."

"Well, I'll be back..."

Makoto steams back the story, subtly tired, while confirming that the fabric is getting scarce. If you take on a job at the Adventurers Association, you say that hundreds of thousands of senecas can be easily earned once in a short period of detention, but what do you have to do to wind up a dime in hundreds of senecas from your child right away with tasks that are sad and not even skill training? Knowing or not such a true harp mood, seabream roasting sells away like flying.

"Ah..."

As it sells well, the contents of the seabream grill finally bottoms out. I don't have a problem with that per se......

"Ahhh, shit"

"What's going on?

"Even though there's nothing in it, I put the dough in it."

"Oh."

There was no filling or cream for just six of the three sets of seabream bakers. Almost the true harp of an amateur misjudged the portions.

"... All right"

After a little thought, Makoto sticks his hand in the ingredient bag and takes something out. I have stopped heating where I noticed a mistake, so I can still afford to do small work. Because of its state maintenance function, when the machining is stopped, the state is maintained until it restarts.

"... Makoto-san, you're trying to be so challenging that you can't talk about people."

"Death or death!

Makoto reopens and barks at a ragged spring vegetable comment. She put curry for curry bread in three of the six and cheese in the other three that had no purpose.

"I'll taste it for a reason, so go out with them."

"Ha ~ i"

"Sister Makoto. Regardless of the cheese, I think the curry is reckless"

Don't worry, I know what you're doing.

"I'm not at ease"

In the end, the cheese, anyway, was remarkably mismatched by the sweetly flavored seabream-roasted skin for sweets, and even though it was not as unsavory as it could be eaten, it would not be sold to boulders.

Here, let me give you some explanations about the country they are in called Dar.

The Kingdom of Dar is a large country in the southeast of Farlane, most notably with a tropical climate. You can imagine that from the fact that Dar in the capital is a subtropical climate. Farlane and Dar are neighboring countries, but in fact there is no place that continues on each other's territory. Only the Southern Avenue and the Great Forest detour can be travelled by road, and only by foot or by carriage, as the road is also bridged.

The positional relationship between Farlane and Dar is just about the same as that between Europe and the African continent on Earth. If there is a difference, the absence of an ocean surrounded by land like the Mediterranean and the narrow size of the desert and the extension of the green zone until it reaches quite inland. By the two great rivers, this continent is completely separated from the other adjacent continents. It can be said that the Kingdom of Dar possesses almost all of this continent. Although the vast majority of its territory is an autonomous region, a sort of federated state, it is arguably the largest state in the world if only in terms of land area.

The peoples living in this country are people with somewhat more exotic impressions, characterized by brown skin and a Nordic face that is slightly thinner than South America and Southeast Asia as we speak on Earth. This characteristic is similar not only to the human species, but also to the native Fae, and the southern rainforest, also in the southern Great Forest area, the Elves, which also inhabit beyond the Sharne River, have brilliantly Dar characteristics. Far from the capital, the peripheral lands have become heterogeneous and interracial autonomous communities, around which black races also live.

The greatest characteristic of the Kingdom of Dar will be the presence of a scorching desert in a position to reach the end in a little over a day by carriage from the capital and a tower of Yangtze in the middle of it. Whatever the outer periphery of the scorching desert, the centre is a difficulty where only adventurers of at least Grade 5 or above are allowed to enter by request. Aside from creatures that are immediately associated with deserts such as the Great Sasori and the Great Mukade, monsters with high levels of danger, such as the Sandbox, the Giant Ant Hell, the Basilisk, and the Dessert Club, are the real danger zones. Most importantly, the fact that you are forbidden to enter does not mean that you are on guard, so the point is to say that even if you go missing there, you will not have any kind of search or rescue.

For that matter, all the materials obtained in the scorching desert are quite good, especially desert sand, which boasts the quality of fingerfolding in the world as materials for glass, bricks and ceramics. There are also many good stones to be mined around the rock desert, and the stones mined after much hard work have tailored the royal castles and fortifications of this country into a fortress of difficult downfall.

Dar quite different from Farlane in terms of culture and art, either because it is a neighbouring but different continent. The only major weakness, if not hopelessness, is that we cannot say that food self-sufficiency is high. I have a weakness not found in Farlane that I won't starve the people with a little inaction, but when something happens, it will soon be next to famine. For this reason, Farlane, an important importer of food, will never be able to imitate it in a far-fetched way, even if it does not need to be grumpy.

Dar, another continent but a country of art mixed with Western, Central and Eastern cultures. In the land, Honda was about to start a new activity.

"So, did you find a good property?

Dinner seats. Spring vegetables asking Hiroshi and Tatsuya, who had been acting by a whole day, whether the aim could have been achieved.

"On the condition that we do the repairs ourselves, we've got a contract to rent a house that's half ruined."

"How much does half ruin feel like that? Every time you walk to a boulder, you're about to lose the floor, or you're about to lose that level of ruin.

"Well, if I had a day, I could fix it to the point where I could normally live."

To the words of the true harp while drinking a sand wheat ale, Macho, who was dipping a spicy, less juicy stew in a sand wheat bread, replies lightly. Sand wheat, by the way, is the main crop of dar, dry and hot resistant wheat that grows even in the desert. The harvest does not take a pull on wheat, and the frequency of resting the field is more resistant to continuous dysfunction than wheat once every eight years, but the difficulty is that when breaded, it has a subtle texture that is stiffer than its crusty black bread.

"So, how cheap is it?

"10,000 senecas in a month. As for the size of the workshop, it's cheap, right?

"Because of this, what's the average rent like?

"Dar is cheap on land and buildings. It's about 5,000 senecas a month in a single room. Was it about 30,000 a house?

Considering that a decent inn is about 20,000 senecas per person on a month-by-month contract, it's certainly cheap. Most importantly, accommodation includes meals in the price, and you need to declare them in advance, but it is the standard in this country to have a refund for what you didn't eat. Other services such as changing sheets for me every morning are included in the price, so I can't say at all that the inn is really expensive. Most importantly, if you don't sign a contract on a monthly basis, the Inn is definitely more expensive.

"In the meantime, I know the property is cheap. What was the rest like?

"After that, the price flew all at once and I excluded it because it was starting to be 300,000 senecas a month or something"

"Well, it's going to be a store or a business building. Don't be expensive."

"Nothing, I don't think we need that scale?

"I didn't think I needed to go to the workshop, but if I lived in this number of people, there would be a lot of properties with suspicious working spaces, like 30,000 or 50,000 rooms to rent."

There were not so many things that could be made, and the equipment used was known, so I managed to interact with the work in that small room. Now that the number of people, the types of objects to be made, the tools and materials to be used have increased, it is not possible to interact with work and daily life in the same space.

"Whatever you do, I'll do the repair work tomorrow, so you and Makoto can do whatever you want properly."

"Copy that. Come on, we need to increase our rank."

"It seems like a lot of trouble to be able to swing a big player into the desert."

Honda nods one with a serious face to the words of Makoto and Tatsuya. In Farlane, he has been promoted by doing a number of national requests, but still, three people, Hongkong, Spring Vegetables and Mio, have not achieved enough results to date or are still in the eighth grade. Tatsuya and Makoto have fulfilled the promotion conditions as a result of the escort assignment they did in practice and have taken the exam to sixth grade, but still not enough to enter the scorching desert.

I won't even say it's urgent to raise the rank, but if you think about the future, it won't hurt to give it up to Grade 5. Thinking about it, wouldn't it have been a failure to do business in a stall today if I had? Such an idea makes True Harp's head. Anyway, the Farlane and Dar Adventurers Association is a different organization, even though the rank can be used as it is. Farlane's track record won't do much good even if it won't be taken into account at all.

"Nevertheless, one way or the other I can get hold of it"

"Hey, there's too little information about this country."

"I don't know. I don't have much information, so I can't make bad moves."

"Lack of handouts makes it difficult to gather information"

To Mio's point, a line that will only take a little thought into account. I wasn't particularly aware in Farlane, and I couldn't afford to be more aware of it. I got caught up in the crap in court, but this team lacks the means to gather information on the back. During Farlane, in the name of injury, I was able to get the information I really needed turned around through the royal family and its associates, but it's a story I don't know in the first place in Dar.

If you're thinking about the future, it's hard to rely solely on information available in libraries, adventurers' associations, rumors, etc. But no one has the bargaining power and the means of self-defense to get their hands on the dark and cut through safely. Spring vegetables, if you say so, don't seem to have to do it, but to be honest, pushing such a risky dirty job is a resistant candidate in many ways.

Securing the means of gathering information is first and foremost a priority over rank and foundation of life as an adventurer. Not a single member denies that opinion. However, when it comes to how exactly to do it, the current situation is that no ideas emerge at all.

"In the meantime, now throw your best at collecting rumors"

"Right. Shall we sing one song later and hear a lot about it?

"I'll take care of that."

I can't seem to make up my mind, and the policy itself is quite a line of Japanese people who decide. Getting your hands on it from a plain place would be basic when it comes to basics.

"Still, the food in this country is hard..."

"What's so spicy about the South?

"I know that..."

Where the policy has been decided, Tatsuya whispers that way so that she doesn't hear the surrounding area with a subtle look at the flavor of sheepmeat with spices that worked when she did it. Dar's dishes often use so much spice as this. Unlike Farlane, which has developed in a way that feels concerned about parasites in one way or another, it would be that food poisoning control is fundamental.

Although it doesn't just taste violently spicy on boulders, it certainly tastes a little too irritating for tongues accustomed to the relatively thin, firm flavoring that Honda makes. I am not willing to complain on this point alone because of the problem of climate and terroir involved, but it is a story that makes me anxious to get ahead.

"Personally, I think a little less spicy would suit the liquor."

"When we move, shall we try to make it with that flavor?

"Please."

If I bow my head to one spring vegetable suggestion, I flatten the spicy lamb and root vegetable grill that paralyzes me with a hint that I can't leave what's served. The shrimp and onion stew also have a slightly sour taste that pulls off later. None of this is a bad idea, but from the taste of the Japanese, it feels a little sparse.

"Oh, my God, I'm starting to feel like I'm developing and fine-tuning dishes."

"Oh, I think so."

Spring vegetables agreeing with Hiroshi's words. Neither Hiroshi nor Spring Vegetables are at all dissatisfied with the dishes served separately. Follow the town when you go into it, not, but because it's not as bad a flavor as complaining otherwise. However, I can understand what Tatsuya says, so I believe that there will be arrangements for Japanese preferences.

"Me, I don't mind how hard this is."

"Say it as you like?

"After all, it would be better if you had the spiciness to know a little more about the flavour of the ingredients. Anyway, at the moment, it's all too spicy to taste the same."

After all, True Harp was also Japanese who didn't like extreme flavoring. At the moment, the spiciness of the food in this country seems to be a bit, to say the truth.

"Mio's fine."

"This is it"

Because I cook or because my senses are high, Mio eats a dish that seems to be quite tasty with excessive spices, just like Honda. Her tongue clearly feels the difference in flavor that she could not tell by True Harp or Tatsuya.

"Even so, for the sake of adjacency, it's not quite the same flavor as Farlane."

"Really."

Spring vegetables and Mio I have to agree with Hiroshi's comments, even though they are not negative for the cuisine of this country. Tatsuya and Makoto have no more reason to deny it than they originally did.

Whether their cuisine was acceptable in this country was a matter of growing anxiety there.

Around the time Honda was commenting on this for dinner.

"... I stepped on it..."

Rainey, who had arrived in Dar about a week earlier, had been chased around by someone like that. I was following Rayot's instructions about some Dar aristocrats, and even though they seemed troublesome, I got my eyes on them. Although I managed to shake it off naturally, there were no land surveys and I couldn't escape successfully. As soon as I entered a somewhat sparsely populated area, I was slashed without question.

"Where'd you run off to?

"The last thing I saw was over there."

"Right. We're gonna split up on second hand just in case."

Copy that.

Men who move around without making any noise with signs so thin that they are very different from Lainey. If it's called a group of black scumbags, it's a suspicious explosion, but unfortunately, they dress normal to the extent that they can't be identified if they get mixed up in the mess. Most importantly, Lainey also wears clothes that are completely clutter-free if she takes one off.

I just made sure the men split up second-hand, and Lainey dares to go backwards the way he came. If you move around poorly where there is no land survey, it is inevitable that you can catch up. Then the chances of survival would increase if you fled to a place where you could see the way at all. Worst of all, you can escape to one or two of the safehouses with a special transfer stone on the trump card.

Thirty minutes to keep on running like that. Oddly enough, high rise architecture is abundant, and while fleeing ruin-like compartments with little sign of people at their disposal, traps and obstacles are used to reduce the number a bit by a bit, where they have devised a formula that somehow extends the escape......

"I don't know where the rats are, but they're pretty good."

I get caught up by the most troublesome man in Rainey's standpoint. If you want to compete one-on-one, a degree of strength that you must not win. However, this one moves around scattered and drains quite a bit, while the opponent doesn't use that much health. Considering that there are other chasers, it is quite a desperate situation.

"I spare that arm, but unfortunately, I can't give it back alive. I don't know what you were looking for, but you're gonna regret making the kind of mistake we're gonna find."

……

Tongue licking is third-rate in front of prey. Unexpectedly such a comment makes me think, but they won't be weak enough to say it and be provocative. While I peek into the gap that activates the tiger child's special transfer stone, for now I go side by side with the other handbills in my head. In this case, you've got your hands on them first, so even if Rainey fights back and finishes it off, it's not particularly problematic in itself. If there is a problem, it is that your presence is definitely cracked on any opponent you were exploring, and it is likely that you will be assigned a general combat capability in this case.

In any case, to reinforce what is self-defense, the leading must-have tactics are dared to be sealed. Of all the fighting techniques stuck up to the medulla of the body as a killing-dollar, choose the way you say it's the most coincidental and escape seems to work, and put your back on the wall to dare create a gap to snag your opponent.

"Now that I've done such a small job, it's cracked that you're quite a bit more of an armed operative who belongs to some organization. Assuming you've just killed me here, and our people see you in this city at all, we're just going to cut you off without question."

……

Rainey secretly deserves to be told that this guy is actually retarded by the man who runs things he knows he doesn't have to say. With that in mind, I'm using it to figure out who I'm dealing with to be a girl who doesn't even look old. And to be honest with you, there can't be anything to lose except this guy when he's about one-on-four. If that prime moves you to this level of thinking, you can't even say that it's a critical situation.

"Hmm, are you giving up? Bad Forever."

Still good, Gudagda, but he finally decided to ride Lainey's invitation, man. The moment a man moves, he shocks the collapsing wall, which was in a subtle position, with a special punch, subtly unbalanced by creating with unchanging magic the indentations and excuses made when stepping at his feet. Finally, you've done enough work to keep twitching and repositioning and mislead your opponent.

As a result, the man, subtly out of balance due to the overlapping of several factors that made his consciousness difficult, becomes the feather of slashing as many walls as Rainey had kept his back as he wanted as a result of his brilliant evasion of the attack. The shock stops at that time, and massive amounts of grudge pour down from the man's head. I just put some effort into my leg trying to avoid it, and one trap that she was planting activates, and they take my leg and delay my escape.

The man, not understanding what had happened to him in the end, fell apart but the stiffness struck him directly in the head and fell asleep without ever waking up again. For the sake of being elaborate, it is a fact that it is not laughable which one does not work when it is the opponent of Honda.

"The tongue licking before the prey is to do three things"

I'm still retarded, etc., and I leave such a comment thinking about something terrible for the dead, and jump out of the alley like I dare to go into other chasers I'm catching up with. Rainey notices a new anomaly where he earned his distance by setting up small pieces on the chasers two and three he was waiting for.

"I didn't know such a poor kitten would have screwed up if I thought it was noisy."

A man wearing a mascarade, feathering a cape in a Gothic costume like that worn by a visual band and always equipped with a rapier and a feather hat, came from the roof of the building with such words. For a man, his voice is elevated, and he has an oddly clear voice color. When I hear only my voice, I'm likely to be convinced that it's either a man or a woman.

It feels like I saw it, in my mid-twenties when I was old, or just plugged it into the second half no matter how much I looked up there. He is probably a good person to say beautiful man, with a deep carved face on the pale brown skin that characterises the Dar people and a rare blonde hair in Dar.

"Is that Alvan!?

Rainey was suddenly called out and stopped moving. The men who were about to attack that girlfriend scream when they see the man on the roof.

"Alvan?"

Rainey overhears a man screaming and accidentally puts on his little neck. The strangely cute trick that the toddler does seems to have been a big hit for Alvan, but unfortunately Lainey is a big hit in a bad way. No matter who else has any emotions, I'm not going to care about the shards. More importantly, Lainey Moon is a muscled waste human being in a different way than Mio, who doesn't even care how he feels at the time if he is in a relationship where he can do what he does.

Therefore, when she heard the name, there was absolutely no more reaction to this misguided and seemingly well-dressed man than to have a deviant sentiment, etc. It is a fact that I am likely to be questioned whether that is okay as an intelligence officer.

"Now, let's just say that as the ugly men exit, the kitten will listen carefully to what kind of mess she was doing"

"Nothing, it's not a big deal"

Rainey returns a factual but therefore very unfortunate answer to Alvan's dialogue, which somehow reeks of perversion. In fact, Lainey was just going around asking a bit of a penetrating question that even ordinary people might come up with based on the rumors he collected. Nor was that done in such a conspicuous way, but there were just these guys when the perimeter confirmation happened to be sweet. Rainey stepped on the dodge only to say that she should have shopped properly and faked it without trying to sprinkle it poorly.

"Well, whatever it is, they have a certain suspicion. I've held onto that immobile piece of evidence, and I'm going to let it succeed with dignity."

He says that very clearly, slashes off the two pursuers, and instantly puts down the four more who have joined him. Best.

"Hmm, boulder escape," you say.

While Alvan was working on the six, Lainey's figure had disappeared without shadow or form.

"Well, there's still a sub breeder, so let's go with the final finish."

Alvan disables the rest of the group that has joined him and lets him throw up his back relationship in a way that looks delightful around the true harp before moving on to the last finish of the day. The next day, a certain nobleman who had been recently exposed by a thief in law was sentenced to beheading without leaving a single clan party based on evidence of illegal activity at a definitive level of home snatching, which somehow was in the hands of the queen.