My sister and I moved around the world until I unified the continent to protect my sister.

In front of the 10 elves gathered in the dim warehouse, I start talking nervously.

"I'm Yoichi, the new owner of this farm. I think Mr Hilse has told us about the requirements you have gathered today. I leave everything in the farm to you to decide on the specific way to operate it. Please make wine and other products as you have done before while getting hunting and gathering in the surrounding woods.

One farm building will be used as a trading house, where you will have collar screws wrapped around you once a day, as well as exchanges for products made here and supplies bought from the city. The replacement ratio will be pretty bad, but I hope you'll be patient there. "

Just say that much and wait for the reaction.

"... I hear you're taking the three Hillseys. Is your safety guaranteed?

Whoa, from there? The Elves are pretty companion, aren't they?

It was only the oldest of these who spoke out on behalf of him. She looks like a beautiful sister about twenty years old, but she should have been close to 300.

I'll be honest with you, because you won't be the one with whom something very rushes through.

"Yes, there is a place in the north where about 4,000 elves live, some of whom are from the same village as Mr. Hilse. But since many of the 4,000 people are elves from the ranch, they need to have the skills and knowledge to grow in the forest."

"Hilse showed me the letter. But is that the territory you own? Aren't you going to collapse with one of your heart changes?

This Mr. Elf, he talks to me in a tone equal to mine. Not the way slaves talk to their husbands. I guess you can look at this as trusting me to some extent and opening my chest collar (today). Seems to convey a pretty good impression from Mr. Hilse.

"It's not territory, and technically, the owner is here, Mr. Rhina, but you're roughly right.

As for my change of heart...... all I can say is trust me. I was saved by an elf and saved my precious sister's life. So I want to return the favor. "

I don't know what to say myself, but you're weak on persuasion. Would you not believe me in that direction if I managed to 'try to fool you, you'll think of a more serious story'?

"You want me to believe that unfounded story?

Oh, I knew you couldn't. I can't help it, it would be cumbersome to explain to Mr Cecil, but do I still have to use this hand?

I take a bunch of jalali and screws out of the leather bag I brought.

"This is the collar screw that is embedded in your neck. I'll leave this to you as a token of my trust in the elves, so trust me, too."

That's what I say, I put down a bunch of screws, and I push them to the elves.

Having lived for nearly 300 years, a surprise ran on the look on Mr. Elf's face, which would be an old one, and after staring at a bunch of screws for a while, he began to make sure they were mostly real.

"There's no spare, so don't lose it. I suggest you ask someone who can sew (blame) to make a hippo that lowers from your neck"

Honestly, I think there's a risk that Mr. Elves and the others will get away with this.

But as far as I'm concerned, only Mr. Hilse sucks. Hopefully the other two will come along. That's fine. It's going to annoy Mr. Listella, though.

I've already gotten quite a liking from Mr. Hilse, so I'm hoping they'll stay even if everyone runs away. Besides, no matter how many master pickers there are, it should be tough to travel through the woods with over 90 Elves from the ranch.

Though adventurers rarely come around here on the border, the danger is not zero, and then it would be safer to be on this farm, which is a solid base.

That's what I was thinking, but my anxiety about what I would do if they all ran away.

Waiting excitedly, Mr. Elf, who confirmed that the screw was real, looked at me and said, 'Okay, let's trust you. Give Hirsse and the others my regards,' he said, bowing his head.

This... it worked, didn't it? Now if I don't have one tomorrow morning, I'm gonna cry, okay? That might be the right thing to do with Lynne's promise to free the elves.

The story went smoothly because it gained credibility, and I learned about the operation of the farm and setting up the exchange, and what I wanted from the city was salt and iron tools.

I thought it was because no one would be able to stone it, but I can't pick the black crystalline stone used by the elves around here, so they were originally a brigand of talent. On the tip of the arrows that Mr. Elf and his men had secretly forged, a stiff wood-sharpened knife was used to crush and polish nails.

Mr. Cecil would be resistant if he asked for a supply of weapons, but if it was about a knife or a scarecrow, it would be necessary to run the farm, so he wouldn't mind.

More than that, the question is how to explain the collar screw thing......

I worried scattered but didn't come up with a good idea, so I said, 'Pick one out of the elves and let that person take care of it. The person was the sister of one of us who was taking her home this time, and there was no betraying her because she was taking her sister hostage', and she was forced to convince her.

Looks like I'm some kind of bad guy.

Mr. Cecil and his men are in charge of transportation with Tread. The woman was in charge of the exchange, and Cecil seemed to intend to build both aids and bases on the tread, but the cost of escorting her to the exchange was so high that she only had to come to the exchange twice a month. It's about 10 days round trip to the tread, so it won't be a problem.

The winemaker also had cooking level 2 because the person who was skill level 4 in sampling had to take charge of the winemaking. I don't know if cooking and brewing are the same, but my sister says it's 'basically the same as fermenting bread, so it's okay'.

Is that true?

As for the traded items, please do not serve the special items picked in the woods, exclusively with the same wine, dried grapes and olive oil as before.

I also checked once about Wyburn's raid, but the oldest elf bragged to me, 'If you're free to use your bow, you can attack me with a herd'.

Now that we have an elf-run farm system in place, we will stay on the farm for a while, just in case, and after seeing the first transaction and making sure it works properly, we will return to the tread with a line of transactions.

Once Mr. Cecil and the others are back on the tread, the first trading flight arrives in about 10 days.

Thanks to the fact that the cost of escorting the farm is gone, the first transaction seems to have been done with a slight deficit. I am a little relieved to hear Cecil's analysis that blackouts will be close depending on the improvements to be made.

Although it was a suggestion from Mr. Listella, I'm sorry to make you run a huge deficit.

Back on the tread, we wait for the caravan to King's Landing, and we accompany them back to King's Landing.

The three Hillseys rode an extra ride in the small carriage, loaded with seven people and it was quite cramped,

From me, it was all an intimate carriage journey with a beautiful girl, and it wasn't painful at all.

Nina seemed to be teaching the Elves a lot of things, but besides the fact that my sister and I have been taught to read and write, isn't it a pretty fancy group of instructors who have taught Ayna all kinds of knowledge about how to handle carriages, Cecil, and the Elves all kinds of things?

Hopefully he will grow up to be a smart kid, while keeping an eye on it, the caravan arrived in Wang Capital on November 10th when the wind was already cold...

Continental calendar, November 10, 419.

0.11% progress towards continental reunification at the moment (based in the village of Lynne's hometown - currently deserted) (Parklen mine ownership - 3974 elves) (Listella farm ownership - 100 elves)

Asset holdings 298.91 million (-1.66 million)

Distributed Lynne (Elf's Archer) Rhina (Adventurer) Lena (Elf's Textiler) Ceres (Elf's Woodworker) Listella (Hired Store Manager) Lucrea (Elf's Pharmacist) Nina (Liberation Slave)