Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Do you have a potion?

"Yeah, we've confirmed that there's no problem with the supply."

Around the time Acorn and Valtrude were bathing, Yut was back in the clerk's office for a meeting with Clerk Claude Laker.

Yut spread the paperwork over the desk, and Claude immobilized upright in front of it.

It was also part of my job to bring Acorn to Ren.

"Because it lowers the tax rate?

"What's our income?"

The agenda now concerns the levying of taxes from the villages that are due to take place starting this year.

It was a matter that should have already been decided because I was due to return, but it was reviewed because I had time. It's also called Yut's idea.

"The tax rate remains the same. However, switch some of the taxes collected to health insurance and buy magic drugs from there"

"In summary, that's the thing. Falv and Hardenturm have a treatment center, so health insurance makes sense, but it didn't make sense anywhere else."

"So do you deploy magic drugs purchased from taxes to each village…"

"In the meantime, deploy a few for injury and sickness, maybe 700 gold coins in all?

Old Claude, who confirmed a suggestion from the Lord, shows a bare gesture to contemplate.

"I understand. It will need to be adjusted and explained, but in the long run it will be profitable."

"Thanks"

"But if you dare to complain, wouldn't you be too kind?

In this world - rather than in feudalism - the people are exploited. Sometimes, of course, they defy their lords by force at times rather than completely helpless beings, fleeing and abandoning villages.

Still, is it not too generous, or will it give rise to enmity with other lords and kingdoms? Claude points that out.

"Now it is. Because the Earl of Istas now treats it like a swelling? I've restricted my migration from the margins, and I don't get complained about."

Yut laughed and overtook the concern.

It's the swelling treatment because Yut was too violent in the duel noise, but I have a shelf built in my heart, so it's no problem.

"Besides, I might be able to save my life with a little money. I don't want to give up."

"Yes, sir."

Magic drug suppliers and resale measures were also discussed, and the meeting ended in about 30 minutes.

Claude with the material leaves the room with his head firmly bowed 45 degrees.

"I dare disagree with my lord. It's a sign of loyalty."

"Oh, no, why are you here, Larsia?"

"Ignored, Egg."

"Don't worry, I'm just reading a book."

Move to the two places occupying the sofa for reception.

"Well, Exile's old man says he wants to read the law books, but Larsia's in this room. Doesn't make sense, does she?

"I think you could read a book in another room, but, well, no,"

Larsia, a childlike body, smiles an evil smile that no child can float.

"I need to ask Yut something."

"I only have a bad feeling about this."

Still, he didn't do anything to kick him out, and lowered his back to Larsia's face.

Sit deep, put your feet together, and wait for words.

"Which is the fate, Val or Acorn?

As a matter of fact, Mr. Arcia is destined to die.

"Ugh! I'm getting some tension!

"Larsia's sick, so don't worry about it"

Exile says without lifting his eyes from the book.

"What's the truth?

"Well, Val, it's up to you, isn't it?

There was some lighting, but Yut firmly declared. However, there is no Valtrude, something I can say because it's just a place for men.

If there was a person in person... Yut thinks don't die.

"Ugh."

"Owl."

"Well, in front of us, I did that with dignity. I don't care if they say otherwise."

"Egg's worried about you, too."

"It would be obvious"

Even as I proceed to read it, I affirm it lightly.

He was a companion rock giant (Jarloot).

"Larsia, are you ready?

"Yeah. Not yet"

"You..."

"So what about acorns?

"Childhood friend......"

Nothing more or less.

Acorns say they are acorns, to be honest.

"Don't you like it?

"I don't know. If I stayed that way, I'd feel like I was dating some kind of stream, and I'd feel like I wasn't."

"Ambiguous."

While I accuse her of that, Larsia looks like she's having fun.

"One thing I can say is, everything's on hold."

"Why?

"Apart from whether I stay or leave, Zhuyin will definitely have to go back to Earth. I'm sorry, but I need a lot of preparation to do that."

Show the strength of your will by saying it's not if you're floating in love.

"A means to go home. I also feel like I'm going to waste it. Wouldn't Acorn say I'd be here if Yut stayed?

"No, you don't."

Deny it below.

"If you say that, I'm going back to Earth. So Zhuyin doesn't say that"

"Hmm. Can you say trust in this, too, Egg?"

I don't know.

Says Exile on a heavy bus after loosening the area between his eyebrows.

"But I'm relieved that it doesn't seem like I've been there."

"I'd rather get caught up and have a lot of fun than that."

"You're telling me to be a circle crusher..."

Blur that doesn't make sense to both of us.

"It doesn't matter to us, Larsia can harden herself up first, okay?

"It's the mountains I want to, but I haven't met them."

"That's good news for Larsia."

Yut says with a nigga and a laugh.

"Hey, why don't you travel to Hardenturm?

"Right. What do you want me to do?

A childlike smile does not change, but seriousness is added to Larsia's voice.

"The Falve is too clear, and Hardenturm is about to have a criminal organization bridgehead."

"Yeah. Looks like the Temple people are working hard on this one."

The Wall of Virtue, a barrier to evil minister exclusion, has no effect until it rejects the so-called evil man, nor does it make him unwilling to commit criminal acts inside him… etc.

However, the incidence of crime in Falve was very low.

The psychological restraint of being the lap of a Virgin or a hero, the policing activities carried out by the Temple of Hellenonia, enforced at an early stage, and the fact that there was no criminal organisation with a geographic edge because it was a completely new city.

Plus, a good economy due to the construction rush.

A situation where various factors overlap but are to be welcomed as an exchanger.

"Of course, the current situation won't guarantee us until the future, but it's not bad"

"But he said he went to someone easier to get into"

It is true that we are understaffed, albeit with restrictions - emigration from abroad is not allowed in principle, even at home, regular permits are required -.

With more people, it doesn't change the surface or the back to feel the smell of business.

Starting with clandestine immigration and smuggling, there are also many seeds of business on the back, including illegal high interest lending and unfair trafficking in human beings.

It's the so-called crime guild that divides it. Speaking on Earth, is it something like a yakuza, a mafia, or a gang?

"Should I smash it?

"It's too much to look at."

"I see. I'm the only one who can do this."

If I leave it to Valtrude, it could all be devastating, and that would be the same for Jonah. Alcia can expect some distinction but lacks physical execution.

Yut and Exile, too, it goes without saying.

"Well, if a trusted person stays in Hardenturm, some things will go well."

"Let's do our best to find a daughter-in-law in Port Town."

"Well, it's a subordinate and an activity fund..."

"Oh, I don't want it. No, I'm more efficient on my own."

"The uncoordinated ones."

"I feel like it's coming all the way to me."

Such a rock giant protest was overheard and Yut took one of the medals out of his nostalgia.

Scroll (scroll) intertwined with a long sword. It is the new crest of the Count Istas family.

We created a system called "Special Inspector -. I'll skip the details, but, well, as long as you give me some evidence later, I'll admit to some forceful investigation, and I'll have the right to mobilize some kind of local guard."

"That's pretty powerful."

"Only in the realm."

"Damn, the dictator is the best."

"Power is for use."

Two smiling faces that Valtrude can't show.

"Well, tell everyone, and I'll be there as soon as I can."

I don't know that the meadow species (Magner) will stay in one place.

With such popular lightness, Larsia left the office.

"Hey, it's Yut."

"The Special Inspector said I could be the subject of an investigation, too?

Yuut to answer ahead of Exile's inquiry.

"Well, he's posing outside."

"Right. If Yut is good, I don't mind."

A subtle, non-engaging conversation.

But the sincerity was conveyed, and that was enough.

I don't mean to do that in person either, but maybe Yut will run wild.

As a deterrent to what if, I deposited power with my fellow citizens.

Because there's no way I can say such an embarrassment, in my mouth.

It was the northernmost palace in the Brewers.

If anyone had an accurate map, they would realize that it was at equal distance from the county of Istas, at the southernmost end of the Rotosilt kingdom, across the north tower wall.

The LORD of his palace sits somewhat on the throne, gazing with his glowing blue eyes at his head-dropping subordinates.

Empress Verga.

A demigod born between the evil god Daxtum and man. I have reigned in this land and have already browsed hundreds of years.

The pitch-black dress that surrounds her looks like a mattress that envelops her white skin. It also contrasts beautifully with deep redheads like fireworks, with brilliant crowns on it.

"Long time no see, Marquis Crewing"

Lifting up the edge of his mouth delightfully as he mourns Wang Tin. The expression was slutty and the voice was even slutty.

"If there's such a commotion in the south, you can't even go to bed."

The man, who took the Empress's word with his knee broken, does not break any of his spare standing even in front of an extinct beauty.

The man's skin, called the Marquis, is morbidly white, and unbelievably beautiful.

With his shimmering red eyes turned to the Lord, he opened his mouth.

"But I woke up, so I thought I'd take a little trip. I'm here for your permission, My Empress."

I say with long octagonal teeth - fangs out - as I get the monocle out of my nose.

"Where are you going? Have you ever been interested in the blood of rumored infidels?

"Well, I'm interested. The man's blood doesn't fit his mouth."

I mourn the monocled Marquis in a playful tone, not as unfortunate as I would have liked.

"Unless you're a beauty from another world."

"So where are you going?

"Right. Chronica, the kingdom of God, etc., is good. And Sejour, the capital of the Rotosilt kingdom."

"No, I'm not going to be a tourist."

"Of course, I intend to,"

The Empress replied with a luscious grin in a response like she had eaten a person.

"Fine. Whatever you want."

The Marquis, with the Lord's permission, salutes and disappears foggy on the spot.

Zieg Alto Crewing.

The cursed Marquis reigns in the darkness of Sejour, the king's capital, only a little further.