Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

June 3, 7450.

Night.

About a dozen men and women were preparing for the camp on vacant land in a village near the southern coast of the Romberto kingdom of heaven.

It is a line of the Church.

"Irina. It'll be a good time. Gig and the others should be camping a little further away. Just go and see if there's anything unusual."

Wally spoke to Irina, a church jihadist (paladin).

"Yes, then I'll take it off a little"

Irina walks out of the camp.

They were supposed to camp a little further away from the village because they were not going to take the pigs (orcs) into the village.

Of course, I don't know the exact location of their camp, but someone has to come by the village to keep an eye on them.

They will make contact from there if they are far away from the village residents who are unlikely to blame them.

"Hey, Janus. Irina, not Ariel, right? Make no mistake."

Peggy told me to blame it.

"That's right, young master. Your wife is right."

Just after dinner, Jackson (Dylan) laughed and cautioned.

Said Wally (Janus) also scratches her head in embarrassment.

"Uh, you did. Something I did. Be careful, Peggy."

Then an hour later.

Irina is back.

The stone with the magic of the lights on her hands just went out when she stopped by the fire.

"Under the Archbishop's command. I'm back now."

Everyone got a scratch about using a church name, and Irina (Ariel) re-said it embarrassingly.

"Has anything changed?

"Looks like the army entered the village of Dalai where we stayed yesterday. They say there are not too many 20 people..."

Upon hearing the report, Wally (Janus) began to reticence.

Other people, including Peggy (Rylene), changed their complexion.

It was initially an escape that was thought to be one Wally (Janus) sumo, but he was actually pursued by Fio, presumably because of which Lilai and Hemmitt are presumed dead.

Unless they're dead, there's no way they're gonna catch up before Peggy and the others get into Karlum.

Giving up a hundred steps, waiting for them in Karlum for a week and not showing up, was nothing but thinking they'd been imprisoned if they hadn't been killed.

Kiln (Sandy) and Jackson (Dylan), who brought the Gigs in, are also looking at their fellow captured Gigs, and we know that it would be the Knights of the Leagues who captured them.

Because of that, they are not at all alarmed at the moment.

Anyway, it is almost the main road from the post which was in the realm of Viscount Penride and Heaven.

And I'm not quite like those army units today.

I mean, that troop can't be anything but from Viscount Penride territory!

They're still after us, and that chase is coming to a place less than a day away!

"Well... that's a hell of a time to be packed up to another day's distance, even though you're rewriting your status. Doesn't mean it's an unrelated army unit, does it?

"Think from the position, maybe..."

"When was it possible to confirm that?

"Ha. A little before the sun turned red this evening," he said.

"... four to five hours ago. Did the Gigs say anything else about that army? For example, the number of carriages and horses..."

"The horse said he probably didn't see the carriage with two heads"

"Hmmm... the vast majority are on foot, huh? Then it won't move to the boulder until tomorrow morning. All right, let's get some sleep today. I leave tomorrow before sunrise. We have to get to the drain first and get a horse or carriage for everyone."

Obtaining surplus horses and carriages in such a rural village is very difficult.

At any rate, it would be about lords who are aristocrats who own horses, and almost certainly were ordained as military horses. Yeah, maybe one head is the limit no matter how you negotiate.

It is also imperative that even if you miraculously give it away, you will be charged several times the price of the market.

"Before that..."

Peggy (Rylene) said.

"Hmm?"

"You should change everyone's status again."

I'm sure Peggy's right.

If you have come through the precinct, there is a risk that your status record has also been verified.

And if the chaser has Fio, the faces of Peggy (Rylene) and Irina (Ariel), Killen (Sandy), Jackson (Dylan), and Ruda (Nellin) are cracked.

Of course, I don't even know that the drug fields have been destroyed after the base of the village of Balzas was occupied by the Earls of the League, but if you are seriously coming to crush the church, you may not be a believer or forced to cooperate with the inhabitants of the village of Balzas.

If that were the case, the faces of Wally (Janus) and the others who were going to Karrim would also crack.

But now was the time to take some safety precautions rather than worry so much.

If Fio is here, he should be grouped with five Wally (Janus) or less who think he's definitely cracked, and let the Peggy (Rylene) and the others get ahead of him.

However, there is only one two-headed carriage in a church row.

Cash is loaded on it, so no matter how hard you try, the carriage can only be ridden by up to four people, including you.

Wally (Janus) quickly teamed up.

"Tomorrow morning, Peggy (Rylene) and Irina (Ariel), Killen (Sandy) and Ruda (Nellin) will take the lead in the carriage. Jackson, accompany the Gigs. We travel on foot to Doran."

Wally (Janus) skewed her face slightly, making sure everyone nodded.

In rewriting everyone's status again, I remembered a bunch of headaches I had just experienced a few days ago.

"Well, suppose you rewrite from me"

When I took a hand wipe out of my nose and rounded it into a bar, I bit it tight.

"... Huh! Gu! Gu, gu, gu, gu!! Fung, gu!!"

4 Jun 7450

Morning.

Bucks Iron Boyle of the Mountain Nation (Dwarf), president and parent of the Iron Boyle Chamber of Commerce, an engineering shop in Beglitz under a brighter sky, was coaching newly recruited candidates for manpower and supervision on the laying of tracks.

"In this way, gently dig back into the ground and put the stone on. Then arrange this wood, the pillow wood, on top of it, and strike this iron pile into an empty hole in the middle of this and secure it to the ground. The outer holes are for fastening iron tracks (rails) later."

Apparently, he became the supervisory candidate and mentor to the workers he hired the other day.

As a result, some of the directorial candidates also mix the aristocratic class, the Associate Duke, but during the apprenticeship period they are equally convinced to treat slaves, and Iron Boyle has not been told who is noble.

If Iron Boyle doesn't push his heartbeat when he can eventually become a director, he'll be hired as a mere human foot.

- Well, they won't say that again, but you'll see.

At the edge of the front row, Marks was biting his yawn to death.

If I tried him as an educated intelligence agent of the turbulent waves, if I observed the tracks already laid down, I could understand the extent of the matter without having to be told.

Marks, who applied to the supervisor under no circumstances, was a little clapped that he was able to pass just one interview on the street, despite being a civilian.

"Either direction is fine because there are holes in the pillow tree that fasten the iron tracks on both sides, but the spacing is measured using this gauge. Well, actually, I have a trick and I need to get used to it. For three months first, you'd better work in the field and remember. Okay, all aboard."

The Iron Boil parent commands me, and the new Americans start boarding the freighter with each other.

Marks also lowered his back to the empty spot on the carrier as he hung his foot on the ladder and climbed into the truck behind him.

Large cargo carriers compared to the number of people seem to have a little room for stretching their legs and sitting down.

- But that Earl... I'm surprised you asked me if I knew the turbulence. But it's not me panicking at that level of question.

I slowly looked around the carrier when I distorted the edge of my mouth and laughed thinly.

Some of these guys must have the same mess of intelligence mixed up with him.

- And I didn't know you could pass in a delicious role.

The construction supervisor completes a three-month apprenticeship period and will receive a weekly salary of 40,000 Z.

From now on, I can say that it is a good place to work apart from running the back, provided that the salary is raised according to the laying distance of the rail by the team that supervises it, but also with allowances for no accidents and due diligence.

In any case, the average earnings from working for the Chamber of Commerce in this West Dart region are less than 30,000 Z. per week, and four times the salaries of ordinary workers who are not supervisors.

Looks like we're all done boarding.

Almost simultaneously, two riders, ridden like knights, ran out on the tracks.

It is a leading team for foreign body confirmation.

When the carriage railway ran slippery, it accelerated further and further, reaching the village of Damon, more than 30 km away in just an hour.

There was a slight turbulence in this velocity, and Marks was also drained of his liver.

Of course, it is a normal luggage horse who has not been allowed to wear breezy hooves such as Breeze Horseshoe.

I had seen a carriage railroad that operated on my way to Beglitz or even after I arrived, because I thought that speed was temporary and couldn't last an hour.

Even a regular carriage that doesn't run on an iron track can give you more speed if it's temporary, but that's also a matter of minutes at best, and the horse gets tired in no time.

There are four horses to pull this carriage, but many people to luggage, and even the truck seems heavy because it has a lot of metal parts to look at.

- Mm-hmm. It was pretty quick for carrying all these people, but what the hell?

Because of my lack of knowledge of kinetic energy and friction, it just seemed like an unusual carriage to look at railway tracks and vehicles.

Damon Station had already been duplexed, and almost the same thing as the carriage railroad vehicle that came on board had stopped in two formations, but both sides had empty carriages.

The vehicles Marks and the others came on board, where they began to mount tsuruhashi, scoops, cat cars, dog nails, etc. in the empty space of the carrier.

In the meantime, the two-part carriage railway that had stopped departed successively towards Beglitz.

- I see, I was wondering how it would be different, but this is how it worked.

Marks was impressed as he received his baggage on the carrier.

The carriage railroad, which has finished loading the luggage, runs out again.

Then he proceeded a few kilometers and immediately stopped when he began to slow down.

"Get off, new Americans!

When the parent orders him to look back at the carrier and yell, he jumps off the bench where he was sitting.

"Unload your stuff. All of it! Pack your unloaded bags in there!

As Marks looks around, the tracks seem to stretch a little further.

Construction had already begun there with a crowd of husbands.

"Tiger people (Tigerman) get out front!

My parents, fluttered with their hands on their hips, enjoined their dignity.

Even though he's a short dwarf, Marks feels big once and twice.

Four Tigermen moved forward, including Marks.

"You're the clerks who carry the rails there to that crime scene over there! Use rigidity (strengths) because it's heavy."

Rigidity (Strength), a special skill of the Tigerman race, is not as short in duration as the Lion (Lios) flash (Instantenios), and can be used as many times a day if you spare a few minutes for each use.

"Cat people (cat people) and dwarves (halflings), and then the woman carries that pillow tree over there. Dwarves (Gnome) are gravel carriers in cat cars!

Otherwise Lios, Dwarves, Elite (Elves), and Pu (Hume) are assigned to the Tsurhashi and Scop clerks.

It should be noted that piling fixes the pillow wood and fixes the rail to the pillow wood using dog nails, and then slabs in the tracks, etc. can be taught after working down for more than a month.

Marks hung his hands as he traveled to the middle of a single seven-meter rail, stacked beside the tracks.

I stopped by and saw it for the first time, but the cross section of the rail knocked down the letter H to the side, taking the top horizontal bar quite thick, and the bottom horizontal bar was only as thick as the vertical bar, but it turned out to be a little wider.

Pretty heavy stuff.

Iron can be turned into gold if sold, but with all this weight and shape, it wouldn't be so stealable.

"Huh!

Using rigidity (strengths), I lifted one and hung it on my shoulder.

I can carry it and walk, but I can't run very well.

"Hey, you! Who told you to take charge already!? That's how the rails don't take center in the first place! Put it down once!"

Finally I take charge and my parents yell at me a few steps away.

Doubtful and dissatisfied again, Marks lowers the rail.

"Walk from end to end of rail to measure steps"

"Nah!? In the middle..."

Make it inaccurate, and Marks knows roughly half the position.

It is self-evident that it is easier to carry heavy objects on your shoulders around the center of gravity in the middle.

"Measure!"

"Chip.................. eight steps"

Only a large Tigerman, with a stride of nearly 90 cm.

"Take charge at three steps. Longer ago."

"Huh?"

"Take charge. You're still gonna be okay, aren't you?

Fine means rigidity (strengths).

The effect time of rigidity (strengths) is the same fraction (fussu) as the physical level, and if you are an adult, you can assume that it lasts three to four minutes, even if it is short, unless you break it off yourself.

"Hmm... and..."

Naturally, it's difficult to balance because of the different lengths back and forth around the shoulders, but Marks managed to keep it horizontal and take it up.

"Lift it up more"

Parents slowly pull down with their hands on the rail that reaches out to the rear when they go beside Marks, who has taken on the rail.

"Oh, man. What the fuck!?"

Marks panicked a little.

In any case, a single rail weighs 250 kg.

"Carry it at this angle"

The tip of the rail extending more than four meters forward from Marks' shoulder is two and a half meters from the ground.

"You're in such a hurry!

It's not as sudden as it sounds, but it doesn't accumulate if you try it on the person in charge.

"Lean forward and balance."

"You're going down!?"

"That's the right way to carry the rail! Remember you guys well too!

When my parents yelled at the Tigermen, they took other newcomers with the tools they needed and just headed towards the scene.

Knights headquarters in Beglitz.

Two orcs captured the other day because of my life, were shot in the rope and pulled out to the squad field.

Of course, the status confirms that they are both in trouble.

I finally got some free time, so it was my thought to interrogate Oak while he was yaking again.

Unlike the previous oak, there have been reports that these two can be solved in very simple Lagdarios (Common Language).

I let the monkeys off, but it doesn't make much noise.

"What's your name? You do?

I know Orc uses something that sounds like his own language.

I was wondering if there would be names for personal identification or to gain self-esteem.

For this reason, the question is closed.

"They say one ear on the right is a dum and the one on the left is a diz"

"Phew."

Dum and Diz.

I can tell because it has the characteristics of one ear, but it's hard to tell if it's not.

Well, from what they can tell, maybe me and Claw can tell by the hairstyle and the outfit.

Goblins, orcs, dogs, cats, deer.

Face, then. It's hard to tell.

It all looks the same.

"Hey, Dum, Diz. You see what I'm saying?

"Wagalimaz"

Apparently, both of them would solve it to this extent.

I follow the pronunciation, but I also feel like a polite way of talking that doesn't suit my ugly face.

"Right. Tell me everything you know about the church."

I've asked the question, but according to Claw, it's hard to hear that this is it.

"Dum, diz. I want to hear. Nigiwana."

“Speak it all” seems to be too vague to comprehend and solidify.

"Eli."

"Nigiwana, Elikamisama"

You mean great?

According to Claw, apparently so.

Ha, this looks like a tough one.

But that's a step forward.

Noon.

Construction site between Damon Village and Weed.

Lunch will be provided to the railway staff.

"Uh-huh, finally dinner."

"I'm starving."

The people and feet are flocking to the vehicle that brought us lunch.

Today's menu is a bowl-like deep bottom with a large eyed bowl of stew and black bread about the size of a kid's fist.

Tigerman's Marks is paid for all nine of this little black bread.

Marks lowered his hips to the tracks where he had finished laying with his rationed lunch bowl and black bread.

What a meat dumpling the stew contained.

In addition, it contains leafy vegetables and root vegetables.

The meat dumplings also seem to add minced onions and ginger, with a B flavor inside.

I can't even complain about the taste.

- I heard you had meal payments... That's a luxury with meat.

I look around with admiration.

The black bread seemed to be paid by race and gender, and even the least likely halfling woman received four, but the stew seemed to distribute the same amount to everyone.

- Hmm. Don't get a full stomach once you eat just this much bread.

I guess you'll be given the energy you need just to let them do their manual work.

Even the emissary of His Majesty the King, whom Marks adores, is not of such quantity and quality.

By the end of the meal, a man with a seemingly adult appearance approached Marks.

The man has six pieces of black bread.

I guess I got paid the last one from time to time.

"Are you here?

The man lowered his hips next to him and called out.

I take my index finger bent like a key out of my left hand I gripped when I said "here”.

It is a signal between turbulent waves.

"Oh."

"Right, I knew it. Watch your eyes."

"Huh?"

"Don't observe more than you need."

"Oh, I'll be careful."

"Mm-hmm. You better do that. By the way, I'm being discouraged from carrying gravel, but is a rail still heavy?

Because of the thin body of the line for the fumes, it seems to have been removed from the work on the tulle hash and scoop.

"Oh. That's heavy. Unless you're also a Tigerman, isn't it negligible to carry it alone, or even difficult to lift it?

"Wow. Anti-theft, huh?

"Maybe."

When I heard Marks' answer, the man started eating.

"I'm really tired of being put in charge of something weird like that."

The man is scowling black bread without even responding.

"Fuck you. Think of efficiency."

Marks is dissatisfied with the stem of the muddy grass instead of the claw twig.

"Yeah, it's cool."

To say just one word, the man drank the stew and threw the meat dough picked up with his fingers into his mouth.

"Chip, you're a gravel hauler, so you can say that. That doesn't make any sense!

"Hmm. Whatever you want."

"Whoa, we'll do whatever we want this afternoon!

When discarded, Marks stood up and headed for a freight car loaded with water distribution barrels.

Then the break is over and the start time for the afternoon work arrives.

Marks took up the rail.

"Heh, horizontally and take charge of the middle. Ah, that's a lot different. Asshole, that guy."

And looking at Tigerman's back past the thirtieth road walking in front of him, I thought Count Riegle, who rested such an asshole on whether he was a director or a parent, was also an asshole.

At that time.

A worm like a mole flew around Marks' face.

They make deaf feathers and stick around.

"Chip."

He stopped his leg and shook his face with a tongue strike, as did the rail that was in charge of the clap.

Gong!

A loud noise hit the back half of the rail that Marks was in charge of, the first half of the rail that the succeeding new America was in charge of.

The subsequent man, as his parents told him, was diagonally responsible in the forward leaning position, so it was not the earlier one that hit him.

"Whoa! Holy shit!"

The man behind you absurds his voice.

"Don't stop suddenly! Be careful!"

Carrying on. Where the man behind cautioned, Marks looked back unexpectedly.

I looked back.

"Ahhh!!!!"

The rail that Marks was taking on horizontally hits the rail of the subsequent man again, and the man relaxes, removing the rail.

"Ghaaaa!!!!"

Rail crushed a man's leg.

"You!!"

The Iron Boil parent who rushes over yells at Marks.

"Don't tell me you're a kid!?"

Marks also removes the rails on that sword screen, but there was no damage.

"Holding it diagonally shifts back and forth to avoid hitting it, so it doesn't look like lowering the back down to the same height as someone else's head!

The shorter dwarf keeps yelling at Marks all the time grasping at him.

"It's not easy to hold! It's a way to be safe around you!

Marks felt darkened in front of him.