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

I tried to hold a barbecue tournament on Arte's doll dance to a liquor dish.

Where did the first confusion or fear go?

Everyone is enjoying their meals while watching the dolls dancing on the stage made impromptu.

The doll dances beautifully on a stage illuminated by a bonfire on all sides.

Arte also jumped the doll with joy.

"Is magic okay?

Asking so, Arte nods with a sweaty but sunny smile on his forehead.

"It's okay. It's as easy as manipulating paper compared to moving a Mithril doll."

He was an alte who answered that in an excited way, but I see the doll is moving around with a lot of dynamism.

"Is it material? If it was difficult because it was metal, could it be difficult for the magic to pass if the specific gravity was large?

Doubts come up one after the other.

But now let's just be satisfied that Arte is happy.

Arte would be pathetic if I hadn't let him finish the day at his best.

I thought so, and I shook a topic that made Arte enjoyable and laughed until late at night.

The next day, reports came in from one of the villagers watching the streets as residents, who were too tense to carry over fatigue and alcohol, headed to work with Noronoro.

"Master Van! Some amazing carriage is coming!

"Awesome carriage?

Tilting his neck, a line of orthos who happened to want to go through looks back.

"Oh, isn't that a messenger from the king's capital? It was a little late this time, but normally, if I had a dragon crusade, I would send a messenger right away to check the situation."

When Ort says so, Pluriel opens his mouth.

"Ah, Master Van became a baron, so maybe he had the paperwork or something."

And I can easily confirm the dungeon.

That's a lot.

"I see. Well, that doesn't sound like you're here in a bad way."

Hmm nodding and squealing, the Orts raised one hand to a bitter mix of laughter.

"It sounds kind of funny, so can we look at it, too?

"Oh, is that funny? Well, good."

I wasn't sure what Ort was saying, but I'll admit it.

and the villagers and adventurers who were listening to such an exchange looked interesting.

"What the fuck?

"It's Van's epic ceremony."

"Master Van, what will it be?

"It's the Baron, Baron"

"Wasn't Master Van the Marquis?

"It's not like Master Van is the Marquis."

Everyone starts talking to Gayagaya at a good volume, and I roar alone.

Those guys, you've been losing your temper lately. I'm good, but a normal nobleman would be so mad at me.

"Master Van, would it be a barbecue tournament if I became a baron?

"Wouldn't that be great in the morning!

Some adventurers took the liberty of thriving in barbecue talks. Free people.

"You can do it at night."

Answer that to the sigh mix and the adventurer will jump up and rejoice.

"All right!

"Dear Van, I will prepare a net for meat-roasting!

"Where's the charcoal?!?

"Said it was too soon!

I tried to get into the noisy adventurers, but I didn't hear them at all.

The villagers work together and get ready because the adventurers have spoken out. Watch the nets, charcoal, and barrels line up and give up.

No. They're meat-roasters (BBQ junkies). I think I'll build a reorganization facility. Have a vegetable and fruit-only facility for meals.

With that in mind, the carriage arrived in the village.

Apparently, there's a royal crest on the side of the carriage, and I have no choice but to pick you up to the entrance to the village.

The star walls are complete, so we're just going to the main entrance. By the way, the barista still does not incorporate a continuous firing mechanism and remains double-stranded.

"Dear Van, I was wondering if I should take all my men..."

To Espada's words, I snort. Surely there is no majesty when one of my children greets me. Convinced so, issue a decree of assembly.

Alignment of the Cavaliers of the Village of Ceato, including fifty super-strong mechanical bow units headed by Dee. And a line of thirty Esperda Knights.

Oh, surprisingly, over a hundred people look pretty good.

One hundred and thirty people are wearing the gear I made and looking at this one all together. Quite spectacular.

The equipment is basically wood-block helmets, armor, shields, and wood-block or iron swords to suit each force.

Honestly, all the Knights opponents in that area have enough Woodblock gear, but it doesn't seem that easy to deal with the mighty Knights.

So the current equipment is standard A equipment. Other B equipment for iron shields and misrills swords. Long spears and tower shields dedicated to distance and C equipment for mechanical bows are available.

I really wanted a manoeuvrable horseback squad too, but it's still hard to get that far.

"All right. Well, let's say we welcome the messenger"

So he turned his heel back and headed to the main gate.

When we open the main entrance, the carriage is coming soon. The carriage and the four cavalry led the way, and the soldiers in the same armor were also seen in the rear.

Pretty nasty.

"The kind of border where dragons come out, so you sent more troops?

With that in his mouth with his neck tilted, the leading cavalry has been ahead of him with his horse running.

Are you trying to make an appointment? I have no choice, shall I free this Baron Van's time?

The cavalry that came right in front of me, waiting with his chest up, got off the horse on the spot and took off his helmet.

Then, a beautiful, long blonde appears fluttered.

"Hey, Baron Van Nay Fertio."

It was Viscount Panamera Carrera Cayenne who showed up saying so.

Panamera looked down at me, laughing invincibly.

"Ah, Mr. Panamera. Long time no see."

I was surprised. On the contrary, I couldn't react very well, and I returned an unsatisfactory greeting. Was that dissatisfaction, Panamera wrinkles between her brows.

"What is it, boy? That's a long and lonely reaction. Did any other women do it?

It is a witty joke. But I find it stranger that Panamera's dynamite body went into the armor than that.

"Arte and I got along better than before."

When I answered that, Panamera looked behind me.

Then Arte smiles and bows his head.

"Long time no see, Master Panamera. How are you feeling?"

With that uncontrolled smile, Panamera blinked uncommonly, then looked at me.

"... boy. What trick? Or is that some sort of brainwashing magic trick? In only two or three months, how can such a change happen?

Panamera has asked questions with amazement, but I have trouble getting asked that.

"Well... why not? Well, it seems Arte wasn't confident in witchcraft, so much so that I taught myself how to use witchcraft and talked about how nice Arte witchcraft is."

"I guess so, no matter what you think"

Panamera said that with a strange face to my answer. And laugh to breathe.

"Heh, heh... You're quite a colored man (playboy). I look forward to the future."

I heard a deliberate cough from the carriage on Panamera, who said so and swayed her shoulders into small pieces and laughed.

"Oops, have we talked too much"

Panamera shrugged at the cough, looking back at the carriage that stopped right behind her and kneeling.

"Come on, keep your head down, Baron. In His Majesty's presence."

Reflectively on the words I kneel and bow my head.

Huh, Your Majesty?

When I was surprised, I heard a low voice that sounded harsh.

"... is your lord Van Nay Fertio? My name is Dino en Zola Berlinate. He is King of the Kingdom of Mordial. Your Lord is to join the last seat of the aristocracy as a new baron. Improve and show the country what it can do for its benefit. Your strength and wisdom make our country even more powerful. I hope so."

And, listening to His Majesty's mouth, which suddenly appeared, I was in admirable confusion.

No, don't let the king leave the king's capital. Besides, it wouldn't be possible to be at the new baron's.