Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Yut had no feelings for Gilronto, the bishop (Bishop), who had considerable determination. Easy, I would describe it.

This time, the original purpose of the visit to Lutetia, the Shinto capital, awaited by Seneca II. Awareness has gone into the content of the talks that will take place there, and the discussions on the leasehold - although not neglected - have a strong front seat connotation.

That's fine, not because of Arcia, but because he chose Valtrude, dressed in Vermilio, as his partner.

As far as he was concerned, there was nothing more than a mere face-to-face thought.

(Something like it's full of sadness)

So the question stood first rather than being pressured by how Bishop Gilront was doing.

"Today, you set the name of this city."

Since we met for the first time, we didn't notice how the Elf bishop was doing, and Valtrude moves on.

Today she wore a black corduroy one-piece suit. That's all intimidating, but the vertically lined silver buttons are soothing it, and the belt around the top of the waist is also an accent.

In the common sense of the Brewers, it's pretty bizarre. But the beauty of the model goes hand in hand.

The impression of appearance cannot be completely detached as long as it is a people-to-people negotiation, and in that sense, it would be quite effective. However, he did not envisage any more effect than a walking advertising tower to spread the Vermillion clothes produced by Acorn.

"Yeah, we've already narrowed down some candidates, so if possible, we'll make up our minds here."

In that sense, the clerical bishop's attitude cannot be described as falling short of expectations.

But it's an anomaly not to change one complexion.

It's impossible to skip the hiccups and be unresponsive to this Valtrude. Absolutely.

Yes, completely objective - and I believe - following the view, Yut raises the alert level one step at a time.

"Baltic, Utin, and Rotonia. These are the three candidates."

"When it comes to choosing from it..."

"Mm-hmm. There's only one thing."

Named after the names of Valtrude and Yut, Baltic and Utin were immediately out of the candidates. Both of these couples had a weak interest in these personal honors.

If she had recently found out that the most common name for a girl born not only in the Marquis territory of Istas, but also in a neighboring area, was "Valtrude," she must have had a stunned - and still beautiful - look on her face and a careless laugh.

"Right. Let's hope this city becomes a bridge of friendship."

I will make a light decision on "Rotonia," taken from the kingdoms of Rotosilt and Chronica God.

If you finish it, this is the only instant execution I can think of. I think Yut might have been trying this one out when he bothered to give up the other candidates.

But this was a complete misunderstanding.

"Actually, I want to show you something."

Bishop Gilronto roughly cuts out the story when he finishes practical stories such as confirming the timing of the laying of tunnels and carriage railways, in line with the state of street maintenance on the part of the Kingdom of the Chronica.

"What is it?

I wonder if Yuto will be asked to appraise some magic equipment (magic items).

"Come here."

The bishop of the elf stood up and moved to the wall. And when you open the lid of the pre-carried barrel, you show the black contents to both of them.

"What, this?

"We call it firewater locally. It's a type of oil that fuels the lamp, but when it burns, the smoke and smell can be severely distant..."

There seems to be a bigger downside than the downside.

Valtrude moves forward, intrigued, with liquids of the same colour - though viscous - as today's outfit.

"You mean it seems usable and not usable? What a shame."

"You'd better not touch it. It's hard to fall off."

To the astonishing Valtrude, attention Bishop Gilronto.

But there were no such two figures in Yut's sight. On the contrary, I have not heard my voice properly either.

"Crude oil..."

It was also the first time Yut had seen itself, but the colour, its viscosity and its smell immediately revealed it. I was flabbergasted because I saw something impossible.

"Why, here..."

"It is in the territory of Viscount Playmea that this fountain of firewater springs up. I don't have much use for it, but I thought you might be interested and let me bring it in."

"Aren't you going to dig... That's fantasy..."

A second shock strikes Yut. Neither did the Great Mage (Arch Mage) know that there were open-air oil wells on Earth that stained nature and crude oil.

"How about that? Wouldn't it be one of the traded items?

Moments, Yut's thinking accelerates.

I don't know what the size of that fountain is, but now quantity is not an issue.

The problem is the use and environmental impact.

If oil can be used as fuel for lighting and warming, it will lead to saving forest resources. However, if it is the former, it is sufficient that the "Light Fire" is enclosed in the glass iron (crystal iron), and the latter must also develop an oil stove.

So, what about as a power source?

We also have to do something about this from the engine, and in the case of land-based vehicles, the maintenance of roads and such is a problem. But if the engine could be cleared, wouldn't it be very effective as the power of the ship?

And unfortunately, applications such as processed products such as chemical fibres and electricity can only be said to be impossible at the moment.

When it cannot be used for large-scale applications, it has less impact on the environment. It is fully compatible with the magic equipment that purifies the air for coal that we are introducing into Mainz.

Though I thought so, I also had the expectation that if I gave it to Dwarves and Dravaels, they would knit out some use I wouldn't even imagine.

As for the refining of crude oil, I don't know unless I actually try it, but I might be able to apply the magic tools I created for sewage treatment.

Even if you can't, there's something you can do.

Vainamarinen.

Once fuel is steadily available in the Brewers, a petrol type generator is brought in from Earth and appliances are available. Exactly, the air conditioning won't be possible, but the other equipment must satisfy the curiosity of the Great Sage. As far as noise is concerned, keep the "Silence" spell on.

Because of the downside of being made aware of the existence of oil fields at the Hyun-chul Conference (Danishmend) more than buying a generator, the real name needs to be consulted, but the conclusion is that -

(Not something I can use right now, but I want to make sure and do research)

- That means.

Following that conclusion, Yut conveys hope to the bishop of the elf.

"Right. Now we will buy out this fountain where the firewater will gush"

"... what?

To the words uttered by the negotiator, who had been silent for a while, Gilront had the mask of an out-of-court player peeled off and was returning it with vegetables. No, it's not a response.

I just didn't want to understand what you were saying.

"As you know, there's as much money as there is. Say what you want."

"No, that's..."

That's not what I'm talking about.

That shouldn't have been the story.

Why does this happen when we just brought in rare items to try to improve future trade imbalances at all?

Bishop Gilront tries to force such emotions into him and do it without putting them on his expression.

But Yut's tongue doesn't stop.

"Can't you? Okay, here's what we'll do. I pack it in barrels, but it's quite dangerous, so there can be problems with mining and transport. That's distressing, so let us collect it ourselves. In that case, it will be difficult to prove how many barrels you took out, so we will pay you in bulk in the form of mining rights"

"I see..."

At first glance, it looks like a friendly suggestion.

But the essence is the same as talking about buying it out.

Distorts a straight face and shakes his head that it cannot.

"No..."

"Yut?"

Sometimes it was a common occurrence for Valtrude for her husband to go crazy, but this time it's weird on the wheel.

I know it replaces oil, but I don't think it's enough to be so desperate.

"So why not 10 gold coins a barrel?

Without having to worry about his beloved wife like that, Yut started negotiating prices.

"As you pointed out, sampling can be dangerous. You can't give up 50 gold coins."

"That's rampant. No one else buys it for this price, 15 gold coins."

Negotiations carried out in one room of the merchant hall. That may be the behavior along the lines of this occasion, but what a float it looked like to Valtrude.

A little, I can't keep up.

"But you're here, aren't you? 40 Gold Coins"

"Accidents in transit are guaranteed at the Marquis House of Istas. So, 20 gold coins"

"No. There are also dangers during sampling, so make sure the warranty is done consistently here. Instead, 30 gold coins"

"... would be good. However, please do not sell anything else unless you agree to do so."

"Okay. Negotiations are in place."

Thirty gold coins in a barrel is too expensive considering the price of Earth's crude oil.

But so far, it's only a small deal, and the work will be manpower, so it's inevitable.

"By the way, I have about 10 barrels available now"

"I'll buy them all"

300 gold coins - despite shopping for an amount equal to the common man's annual income, Yut said it without changing his complexion. Neighbor Valtrude had a face, but later I heard it was the raw material for electricity, and I'm convinced.

The 10 barrels of crude oil traded this time were re-poured because they were used together after this, and then developed into regular trading.

The judgment of Bishop Gilronto, who rejected Yut's proposal at this time and focused only on sales, will finally be appreciated by the public hundreds of years later, at his earliest years.

However, even when asked about the details of this meeting, he smiled and just remained silent.