Fun Territory Defense of the Easy-Going Lord ~The Nameless Village Is Made Into the Strongest Fortif

Waiting in the lounge of the hall, I heard a knock on the door.

"Go ahead."

Espada answers in my place.

"Excuse me."

Arb replied across the door and opened the door.

It was an old man who showed up. He's an old man with thinner hair at the top of his head and thinner shapes with less confidence.

The outfit is never wealthy. Probably from another village.

I pinched my desk and pointed to the chair on the other side, prompting her to take a seat with a smile.

"This way, please."

Saying so, the old man sits shallow in a dreaded chair, mindful of his surroundings.

Well, I'm the only one sitting on the couch opposite you, but there's Espada and Dee standing behind you, and Kamsin and Rowe standing on the corner behind the old man. It's a little compression interview.

"Oh, well, I was going to come to the village of Ceato... this strange city..."

This one leans his neck, too, to the question of an old man who cannot hide his confusion.

"The village of Ceato? Espada, you know what?

Looking back and asking, Espada nodded with a clear face.

"I have heard from the village chief that before this village could be done, a people named Ceato lived in the land. Because of its remnants, some people call it the village of Ceato."

You have a name!

I almost complained out loud by accident, but Espada said, "What's wrong with that? He looks like."

Fooled. Van, an innocent eight-year-old, has been deceived.

You kept your mouth shut to make Van Village, this one.

I try to calmly open my mouth as I battle the terrible plot that was going on under the water.

"... for now, it sounds like this village is definitely in that village of Ceato. So, what can I do for you in this village?

When he regained his mind and said so, the old man turned his eyes round and looked around the room.

"No, you know, things are changing so much that I feel incredible... I just got here when I was a kid, but so much more..."

And the old man is still grumbling that he can't believe the first transformation of the village. No, you can't hear me.

What can I do for you?

When I raised my voice and heard it again, the old man looked hazy and nodded.

"Oh, yeah. Well, we're from the next village, but the number of young people has gradually decreased over the past few years... and we don't have food for everyone anymore. Even so, the lord says there's not enough tax..."

I look at the old man leaning down in regret, arms together and roar.

"Is it neglect? I knew if I went to the city to make some money and learned to play the city, you wouldn't want to go back to the country or anything?

When he said so, the old man let his anger seep into his eyes and shook his neck left and right.

"The youngsters did not leave the village themselves. He was taken to get more soldiers ready for the war."

"To get more soldiers?

When asked back, the old man looks up to stare at this one.

"The Count thinks there's a battle to be prepared for. But a village that loses its workers can't pay taxes or anything. Nobles don't care about people like us."

"Oh, are you talking about the village of Count Ferdinut's territory? Good for you."

Answering that, the old man had a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"... we're talking about a territory, so don't say it's irrelevant."

The old man groans remorsefully as he causes his shaken hand to shudder into small pieces.

Wave one hand at it and say "No, no, no," a word of denial.

"My daddy is the one who gets in trouble when I make notes. Well, that sounds a little rough, but all the people in the village are moving here?

"Huh? Wah, are you going to accept us?

When he proposed emigration, the old man asked back looking like a puppy hit by rain. Nothing cute.

Well, if you care about the Count, there will be no acceptance of the villagers. Anyway, it would take away the Count's people, and it's like he's saying there's something wrong with the Count's territory.

I'm sure it doesn't seem good.

"Well, you have no choice."

But I decided not to care. Scary is about spicy Daddy and the king against each other. There will never be an attack on the Marquis, and we will only pass through here unknowingly with adult response.

"For now, we're tax free until we can all live properly. I have food, and if you work hard for the village, I'll build you a house."

"Ko, has this been heaven......!?

To my words, the old man was surprised enough to lose his back. [M] It feels like a leopard. It's fun and good that the reactions are old.

"So, how many residents of the village are there?

When asked so, the old man seeps in tears and opens his mouth.

"There are about 300 of us."

"... because a house is a flat house in a household, right? Don't expect too much."

"No, it's a dream story. Is it good for you to be that good? Well, if it's my granddaughter, what about the servant? I'm not three now, but I'm going to be cuter and cuter?

"It's not a dog or a cat, so don't give away your granddaughter that easily"

I replied with weakness to a thank you for the old man's proposal.

No, I also know the culture of offering women and children to lords. But it's usually a dong pull, isn't it?

Learning the anecdotes of royal aristocracy at home and abroad is full of incredible stories in modern Japan. Well, I feel like people are coming and going between nobles like they're your age, but when you stick it out, there's no kiri, so stop thinking there.

It is now that people's lives and treatment are light.

If you ask me in detail, I say it takes two weeks on the adult's feet to say the next village. Why, he said, he came here, not in town, because he thought that if he was in Count's territory, he would always be tried for not paying taxes.

"Let's lend a carriage. The horse's all I have now, just the two of us, okay?

"Yes, no, no...! As much as I appreciate you even letting me out of the carriage. Bye! If you go back to the village, there will be about ten cattle grazing. If you let the cow pull you home, the lord's horse will let you go without wearing you out..."

"Bull? Do you have a cow? Dairy cows?"

Block the old man's words and ask questions. The old man is making his eyes black and white, but not the other way around. 'Cause it's a cow, cow.

The old man nods in cold sweat wondering if he said anything wrong.

"Oh, yeah. Count territory is full of grazing. So there are cows in the village. Because our village comes from a fort near the border with the Knights of Border Guard. There are always more than ten cows every year."

"Do you have cows every year? Isn't that amazing? How many?"

When asked early in the arrow succession, the old man answers politely, confused as well.

"Five or six heads every year. Bye. The cow will grow in about a year. It is not the following year that we will deliver the cattle that were born that year. I thought every village was similar..."

The old man said that strangely.

Is the type of cattle different from the earth? I would definitely like to ask for livestock production in this village if it would be so stable and poppy in an environment like this neighbouring village.

"Okay. Let's move in and get more cows. I think we should ask Mr. Ort and the others to escort us."

Suddenly the tension is rising, and I go ahead with the conversation. [M]

"Mr. Village Chief. You must be tired, and you can rest in the village today. It's a soldier's quarters, but there's a place to rest, and there's food."

Saying so, the old man blinked his eyes and opened his mouth.

I'm not the village chief.

Aren't you the village chief?

Apparently not. I snuck off on the couch.