Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"I'm going to visit Mainz."

"Shihitsu?

"Yeah. Val, let's swallow first"

One of the castle fortresses I use as a dining room because of its affordable size, although I don't know what use it is originally used for.

As the usual four - Valtrude, Arcia, Jonah, and Yut - met together for breakfast, Valtrude raised the voices of the beautiful girls as they tried to swallow cheeky bread all over their mouths.

No, I thought this was cute, and Yut puts down a Judge. Beautiful girl not guilty.

From previous habits or only breakfast is often consumed in full.

For this reason, the important policy of Count Istas territory was often determined in this seat.

I see. Morning courts and morning councils are yuuts who impress the Brewers who don't know if this was the case.

"Speaking of which, was it about three months of your appointment"

"Three months......?

Finally swallowed Valtrude twists his neck. It wasn't that the flavor was strange, I just didn't get it.

"I know. Something must have been trying to plug Dwarf into trouble and take his land."

Jonah makes noisy allegations as she splits the carrots from the soup.

"Yeah. Because it's not, is it? It's a new research and development period for ore, isn't it?

Normally I don't drink a lot of yuut, but this is the only one I desperately correct while dampening my tongue with red wine filled with a clear cup.

"Oh, that's the thing. I remember, of course."

"Absolutely, I forgot."

"That's not true, is it?

Reach for the next bread as Valtrude turns a blind eye to Yona's point.

On the tabletop, the luxurious menu prepared by Alcia was lined up in a narrow place.

Freshly baked bread is a white bread made with plenty of butter, not the solid black bread that is predominantly eaten in the Brewers.

The plump, moist texture must have never been tasted by the royal nobility.

Potoff-like soup with plenty of nourishment gives it an appetite-stimulating aroma, and the fatty mass of Poirette releases the right piercing as a main dish for both ingredients and complex sauces of flavor.

Other fresh vegetables were used to see simple salads, and the wine prepared as an aperitif was also highly aromatic and excellent.

They are all served on white magnetic plates that are whiter than snow and are cut glasses that are rarely even visible to the cup.

It also seems like a heavy menu for breakfast, but former adventurers around it. The primary reason is that the body has only capital and there are many healthy families.

As well as Valtrude, Arcia herself, who prepared this meal, was flat without suffering.

The second reason is that this dish is not just a dish.

Everything, including dishes, was created by the Arussian divine spell "Feast of Divine Feast".

It also has similar effects to kamikaze, kamikaze, and so on such as Nectar and Ambrosia. Of course, it is not comparable to the food of the real gods, but it heals the disease, confers resistance to poison and spiritual attacks, and becomes more energetic.

As such, even the Archbishop (Patriarch) consumes spells that are not easy to use until he eats breakfast, after all, because of his habits from his adventurous days.

It has been a long time since I developed my English in the morning at the Feast before embarking on an adventure. Anyone but them would be surprised to see it, but it's a habit, so I can't help it.

Besides, when they were really hunted down, they were starving in the Communion (Mana), which even priests (Clerics) could use. That tasteless, wet, cardboard-like meal was stingy and unsavory and pathetic.

"Disclosure of Bold Iron (Crystal Iron) and business talks. And then he wants to do a prep exercise."

While I feel like I was a little far away, Yut shows off his own plans.

Most importantly, the distance itself is not particularly problematic. The Feast spell doesn't work unless you eat for at least an hour.

"That's why I went to Hardenturm once and took a councilman to Mainz on Moment Travel (Teleport). Val, Jonah will take me. It feels like a night or two over there."

"Also, Yut's having an affair"

"Because it's not cheating or anything. Really, don't want to use freshly remembered words, Jonah. Elementary school."

Sure, I was in elementary school at my age.

"Uh. That's why I'm sorry, but Mr. Arcia left a message."

"I see...... Preliminary exercise?"

Stop the hand that takes the spoon and Arcia crushes it for meaning.

"I'm sorry about the poor lottery..."

"It would be appropriate. I will, too."

Valtrude slightly swells his cheeks into a yuut of mutual understanding with few words, putting into his mouth a mass that he cut into large pieces as if to delude.

But Jonah seemed unhappy that Alcia would stay.

"It's not good to leave Alcia alone."

"I have no choice. We need to see if there's a problem or not, while Yut is gone."

"Hmm......"

That was the only reaction I had.

(Is that it? Reaction thin?

I didn't want Big Baby to be sad or held back, but when it's a pale reaction, that's pathetic.

"That's why in about three days"

"Right. I don't think we need that kind of respite."

"I have no problem with that."

"It's okay over here"

The policy has been decided.

"Well, I'll tell Mr. Claude."

Claude Laker, an old man with total gray hair, passing an interview with Valtrude. He is now entrusted with the Clerk of the Count of Istas.

"Surprise me with everything."

Claude Laker, who came to Yut's office that afternoon, began to burst into tears after his eyes were black-and-white when he was cut out to talk about the inspection.

"It's only been a few months since I served you, and I didn't expect you to trust me that way. After the gun, I'll take care of it. I will protect you."

An old clerk who stretches his thin body all over him like a dead tree and tells him he's ready to die.

There is no such thing as a post-gun protective idiom in Brewers, where guns are not common, but it is probably the result of a translation into Japanese in Yut's brain.

He's a good and competent man.

I just have a rude feeling that you're not fit to live, Yut.

A native of lower nobility, he served for many years in the department in charge of finance in Sejour, Wang capital. But, to put it better, he was driven into idleness because of his innocent, white, and, worse still, unfriendly character.

It's just that the people who see it watched.

For example, Prince Alsace before he petrified.

Prince Alsace, who has recommended Claude Laker before Yut asked, may indeed possess the difficult ability to be an exchanger.

I have such a history, and it was Claude who came from Sejour, the king's capital, to such a country, but for the first time the work was diligent itself. Together with about 10 clerks recruited through Valtrude's interview, he quickly reduced Yut's burden.

Traditionally, I managed to do this on my own with materials about the administration examined with pluralism and the national law of the Kingdom of Rotosilt, with the cooperation of the administrative representatives of Hardenturm and Mainz......

The limit was right in front of me.

Instead, it's strange that it wasn't broke.

But thanks to the Claudes, it is good to say that the crisis has passed. On the contrary, a most rare group of well-behaved bureaucrats is likely to be born in the land of Falve.

It should be noted that Yut, who saw their work, once looked to heaven, "Me, you were working for 10 people..." "That means if Yut works hard, he doesn't need a salary for 10 people? Sometimes Jonah's heartless words broke her heart.

"Best wishes. I'm counting on you."

"It's a waste of time......"

As for Yut, he's old enough to say he's my grandfather, and unlike Vainamarinen, I'd like to get out a little worse for him with a respectable personality, but then the other guy goes further down.

Tell Claude that Yut will be gone less than a year later. Then there will be Valtroude, who cannot even read the letters (who has studied recently but is hopeless), and Alcia, who is blind.

If you want to do it, you can do whatever you want, such as fraud.

That's the kind of environment that makes loyalty burn up for an old man named Claude Laker.

Really rare people. No, it was a delicacy.