Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

26 Aug 7449

The time now is still around 9: 00 am.

The four Ralphas were in an open space by the river, on the outskirts of Mead village.

The course take-up for the laying of the tracks to Mead Village had been decided leaving more than half until September 3, the deadline for the commitment.

Guine spreads the map along Burral Street, which runs from Mead Village across the city of Weed, confronting the detailed map unfolding in her own head.

The map that we are now expanding is not a good way to flatter ourselves, but without it, it is certainly a difference between heaven and earth.

"Hmm. There's no weird place, and at this rate, don't hang a cup next month. I'm going to be able to decide on a course to Weed"

"Right. I'm used to seeing the ground."

Ralpha replied to Guine's words as she took off the leather armor she had been wearing since this morning.

Until last night, we used the Beglitz Inn, but from today on, we are talking about renting a room at Sir Zincase's mansion, which will rule Mead village.

"I have time, and I'm from Mead Village today...... what did I say? Yeah, I'm gonna do a 'checkpoint', but there's no problem, is there?

As for the precinct, I have been given a signed power of attorney as Earl of the Riegle on the day I met Al, so I hear that if you present that to Lord Zincase, there will be no problem.

"It's tricky because you say 'checkpoint' or something. It would have been easy to understand if you'd honestly told me you were going to make a map of the village."

Ralpha took off his hard leather armor with his mouth pointy and put it in a bag with the leather armor.

"That's right. If you ask me what I mean, I'll just check the area of the field."

Guine is also responding to Ralpha's light mouth while removing the rubber belt of the rubber protector in her arm.

"Mr. Guine. Give in a little more."

Lynby, standing on Gwyne's back side, did not join the conversation, he said, as he loosened Gwyne's back rubber band.

Rubber protectors are made detachable by one person, but it's overwhelmingly quicker to get someone to help.

Limby removes his armor when he loosens the rubber belt that connects the upper and lower back of the Ghine with a familiar hand.

The armor is hanging out because it's not yet off over the shoulder and behind the neck, but Marl stood there next to Limby and supported it to lift right up.

"Oh, yes"

When Guine took a slight forward leaning position, Limby was on her back side and unbuckled the rubber belt hanging from her lumbar armor.

The rubber protector that was quickly covering Guine's limbs is peeled off by Marl and Limby's hands.

"So, how long is it going to take?

Ralpha asks as he stores a bag with leather armor on his upper body in his horse saddleback, still in a slightly sweaty shirt.

Of course, they're asking for the time necessary for the Mead Village checkpoint.

"Mm-hmm. I'll be watching you when you come. We just need to get around the field properly, so we'll be done as early as today. It'll be over in the morning, even if it's too long."

Even the lower-height Guineh can look around from that height if he rides a horse.

In addition to that, all cultivated land in the village of Mead will be within the sight of Guineh if you even climb the tall trees growing in the forest around the village.

Unless it's also a cultivated land hidden and opened in the back of a forest away from the village.

"Ahhh. So you're saying tomorrow will be the bottom line on the course to Halos Village?

Ralpha said as he removed the grass fold (tassette) leather belt hanging around his waist and took it off.

"Right. Al tells me the lords will be caught off guard because they have a short time to see the village, but I wonder."

Take off your quilt armor and Guine answers as you put your sleeves through the shirt handed to Limby.

Marr had turned his back a little distance from Guine and carefully tucked the parts of the protector he had removed into the bag.

"You usually think you take more time to measure it carefully. Don't do that. You'd be alarmed if you just looked around appropriately. Well, even if you say you're not alarmed, you usually think you'll measure it with rope or something. Aren't you preparing a subtly long rope or something? I didn't mean to bother you. The rope has nothing to do with us. Besides, you'd think the main thing was to look down on the tracks."

Ralpha answers with a laugh with Couscous as he sits on the ground untying the leatherstrings of the shin (greaves) tied with his inflated tibia.

Surely you wouldn't think that if you didn't have an understanding of the terrain grasping (mapping), which is the inherent skill of Guineh, you could create detailed drawings just by looking at the cultivated land in the village, etc.

We also plan to build a station in Mead Village through the tracks, so we need to set up a candidate site and open it.

Naturally, the cultivated land will be reduced for that matter, so the tax will be reduced, but it will not be possible to dispute Al's decision, the lord of the land. Unless it's even a feather that crushes the Lords' Hall.

"Thanks. I can do it later, that's enough."

The only remaining parts were in the legs, so Guine thanked Marr and Limby and started removing the remaining parts herself.

The two men, who took off their armor and became completely normal attire, walked out towards Sir Zincase's mansion following Mar and Limby, who could not take off their armor even in the village, for the task of escorting them.

Night.

The dining room at Sir Zincase's residence.

"Thank you for your time."

Sir looked at Ralpha and Guine with a gentle grin and said.

Marr and Limby are not in this dining room because of their status as slaves, albeit direct to the Count.

Earlier this morning, when he was shown a power of attorney with the Earl's signature saying, "Do a 'checkpoint'", the Ser thought, "Finally here... but not as few as just four".

The four were then guided around the village by the son of the Ser, and after having lunch in a shop run by the Ser, they heard that a Mountain (Dwarf) woman was climbing a tree off the village to view the village from the outside.

- I didn't know I was going to use it at all, even though I also had the outline that made the knot longer on purpose...

The Ser was relieved to learn that the four of them had gone to the "checkpoint" and that they appeared to have gone through the street once.

Even when he called out that it would be necessary to measure the length of cultivated land and so on, he said, "It is not necessary because it is sufficient to see it" and clapped it out.

In addition, they also confirmed the taxes they had collected last year, but this one could not be deluded, so I told them what I paid for the taxes as they were, because the two of them did not speak a word of suspicion, but only had to take notes.

They have also said that they have come to investigate the passage of an unfamiliar "railroad”.

The “test site" itself was leaking that it was like that.

However, the Ser had sometimes anticipated strict checkpoints from the face-to-face situation with the Count, which had taken place a few months earlier, and although he did ho, he was at the same time only a little more distracted.

Somehow the Count said he would “run a test site to find out the area of the cultivated land, the harvest, the number of buildings and livestock” but he didn't say he would end it all with a single survey.

The number of buildings and livestock is immediately known, so this survey may not be a survey of the area of agricultural land, but it may be that way.

It was after this that I really thought about the possibility of a full-fledged line of inquiry coming.

"This is delicious."

The long blonde Pu (Hume) Queen Brigadier praised the dish with a people-loving, unyielding smile.

Sure, he said he was the adopted daughter of Baron Firefrid, who became Lord of Weed.

He confirms his status as an aristocrat, so he handles it quite well as a Sergeant.

"Isn't it? The chicken is a specialty of my village of Mead. It is characterised by longer tails than regular chickens, but the longer the tail, the better the meat tastes supposedly. Today's tail is so long, I let him down."

Sir's son speaks with a little pride.

"Oh, really? It's delicious indeed."

A dwarf woman with yellow-green hair says as impressed.

Listening to him as he dined, he said he would decide tomorrow on a course of “railroads” and dots that he plans to pass through the middle of the village.

He told me that he needed a slightly open place, which would be a "station", and asked me to name a few candidates, so I told him that I was away from the farmland of the House of the Serfs.