Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~
010 Alchemist's theory of riches
The Dark Elf woman was an idiosyncratic that we have seen rarely in recent years.
It's called high magic, it's called forged flesh, it's called racially prepared wild skill, and it only took three thousand gold coins on a boulder.
The loss of one eye is usually only a defect, but fortunately I have some material on hand that I took out of Wang Du's mansion. Just right to make it up to you.
I feel that the resentment for research that I have not been able to satisfy these days has largely been resolved.
"How are you feeling? Opus 03"
"Ha, it's so refreshing. At the same time, I sincerely think of myself as a fool before rejecting your husband!
Rigorously tightening her unscratched face, she said.
Its left eye is covered in an eye band engraved with a magical tattoo.
Anyway, her new eyes aren't good enough to let people touch her.
"If you're going to work properly, I don't care."
"Thank you Happiness!
Brain remodeling seems to have worked.
Even if I suppressed it with brainwashing, it became an anomalous procedure because I was overly hostile, but when I saw this result, I was able to choose the right answer.
I think I can convert this method to future 'works' as well.
"... you've changed a lot. What did you do?
Dooey looks complicated when she replies vividly and shows her loyalty to me without hesitation.
From the way he liked her before, it wouldn't be a very interesting sight.
Shall I answer the question for now?
"This kid had too much hatred for me before the retrofit, didn't he? So much so that eliminating hostility, like you guys, or holding it down like a mass-produced type, threatens to destroy your spirit with too rapid a personality change. So I changed my mind."
"Even though I changed it, I wonder which way it's not a busy idea. So?"
"So here's what I thought. Great yuan that creates hostility. I was wondering if it would fit in a circle if I switched over there successfully. An element that was inhibiting her obedience to me is her sense of belonging and pride in her 'own race' called Dark Elves. Because they scorn it, they disobey it, they're angry and they hate it."
To that extent, Dooey seemed to have made a point as well. And it also seems more bitter than that.
"Oh well. I mean, the perception..."
"Yes, I switched to being my" work. "The risk of mental breakdown is greatly suppressed because interference in the emotional area that was the subject of the suspension was minimized and the perceived area from which it originated was deceived. The side effects have slightly changed my personality, but my autonomous behavior, my ability to think about judgment, is just as good as it is."
It takes time to scratch a delicate area, and it is not suitable for large numbers of subjects, but it would be the best way to use it for pieces that hang more on these hands.
Something uni,
'It's wonderful, my lord. If you have the opportunity to realign me in the future, please introduce me. "
And so much so that he admired me. Well, it doesn't make much sense to her to volunteer for a modification from herself.
"Well. Opus 03, your individual name is Dry. From now on, use that name."
"Ha! It's up to you to refine the new name your husband gave you, so you don't have to be obscene!
No rejection of the new name, either.
With her proudly chested eyes behind her, I wrote that in my medical records.
I was distracted by the unexpectedly obtained rare primitive body and enthusiastic about making "works," but I certainly haven't forgotten my job as a lord. If we don't govern this area firmly, funding for research will be interrupted, and I don't know what kind of argument I can give that brother. And in the future, we're going to build a bigger lab than ever before. I have no intention of taking care of it.
"... Adjustments to M-09, B-07 for mass-produced slaves, are over. We're just waiting for your husband to know."
"Okay, then let's get started"
accompanied by Uni and the slaves headed by her, leaving the mansion.
Aim is one of those desolate, lean farmlands.
Farmland measures have been extended for this reason since arrival on the ground, but the farmers' patience is close to its limit on boulders. It started somewhere, and it could have spread across the county. Then my brother would be happy to ring my nonsense and try to wipe it out socially.... do you not consider the risk that if you do poorly, you may also jump fire on other lands and other territories that your brother has? That's where my brother's stuffing is sweet.
"My lord... my lord is here!
"Oh, will you finally do something about this land!?
"... well, what's with the scarecrow now"
When they arrive on the farmland, the people dressed in worn clothes flock wacky.
Half the anticipation and anxiety comes to mind on that face, no. Is it about three to seven? He is a people who, whether they rely on the nobles or not, have been treated with indifference every time. Where I showed my face, you wouldn't trust me. [M] Some now seep hostility towards the oppressive nobility, and those who do not, are passing a suspicious glance at me carrying all the slaves.
"No, thank you. I am truly sorry for the delay in taking care of this farmland while you spare me the time since I took office."
Keep your head down lightly for now. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. People around. I guess it was out of their imagination for them too, such as the nobility apologizing to the civilians. In fact, they say that few nobles are any worse off than their civilian counterparts, no matter how much they hang on to their debts.
"But don't worry. Until today, we have been engaged in consultations and we have done everything we can to develop measures that are satisfactory to you. You have nothing more to fear. Let us restore this desolate field to its rightful form."
"Whoa!"
"Awesome confidence!
"Heh, can you trust me - Ouch!?
"This! What are you talking about when the great ones keep their heads down!?
All right, all right, the slip is going well. Though some people can't wipe away their distrust, the people around them can confirm it. The psychology of what the aristocrats would have done in recoil if they had let them bow their heads. 'Head's free if you just keep it down' is a word that only goes through in an era of unequal identity. In this medieval level world, noble heads are high. In other words, if you don't make a mistake when selling, you make money.
This doesn't seem to create much resistance.
"Well. Shall we begin then?...... uni"
"Yes, sir"
When Uni signals, the mass-produced slaves move in unison.
They take the bread hemp bag on their shoulders with the contents uniformly carried from the mansion, and they board the field with it. And when they were lined up at equal intervals, they scattered their contents in the fields simultaneously.
It must have been the peasants who were surprised. Slightly steps into the fields, our greatest possessions, the slaves, the bottom of the identity hierarchical society, even though they belong to the lords, scattering obscure objects. The only thing you can see with a calm eye is what you know Tane in advance, like I do.
"Oh, you guys, what...!?"
"Well, please stay calm. If you look, you'll see."
Those who suddenly tried to stop him also stopped perfectly when I spoke. Lord, I waited a long time. As a citizen, however surprised I am, I can only wait.
The spraying work was completed as the villagers watched with a twisted eye.
I waited for all the slaves to line up again at equal intervals before skipping instructions.
"Okay, then do as you're supposed to do…… [Alchemy]!"
"M01, roger." Alchemy. "
"Alchemy."
"Alchemy."
Ten mass-produced slaves simultaneously initiate the "Alchemy" procedure. A magic formation unfolds over a wide field, rapidly returning to the soil what they have scattered - the source of fertilizer such as shells, fish bones and vegetable debris. By the time the light emitted by the magic formation subsided, the soil in the field had turned into a black-brown colour that seemed to be rich in nourishment to see.
"Ko, what is this!?
"Yu, you're even dreaming!? I haven't seen dirt like this in over twenty years!
One of the ancient peasants goes down to a fearful field and puts a bite of dirt in his mouth. Some skilled farmers say they measure the quality of their fields with the taste of soil they put in their mouths. In my previous life, in modern times, it may contain pesticides and chemical fertilizers, so it is better to stop them.
And the old man began to weep quietly.
"Good... good, fat soil... long ago, just like the last abundance of this land...!
"Really, Ji-chan!?
"Ugh, you're lying!?
The villagers surrounding the worn out and crying old men tasted joy and more perplexity and just looked at each other.
Well, it's not that complicated. As you can see, "Rough Field Soil" and "Fertilizer Origin" were smelted in alchemy and converted into "Good Quality Soil".
One of the goals of alchemy is to refine precious metals from low metals. This is very difficult, and I've never been successful either. For example, lead, which is a low metal, does not change to gold, which is lead and precious metal, no matter what you do. When we try to make gold out of lead scientifically, we need nuclear fusion. By pinching a magical process in this world, can you save some effort compared to that in the world of previous life? Though that's my idea.
Well, in short, yes. Compared to the difficulty of making fertilizer out of food, and fattening soil mixed with fertilizer, it's almost trivial. Anyway, if you leave it alone, it's going to happen naturally. Not so difficult as accelerating it with alchemy applications.
By the time I was eight years old, I had succeeded in producing artificial skin and artificial muscles to be implanted in Uni's face. The ingredients are chicken and pork for cooking. Around where even children under the age of ten can substitute for that, alchemy is too convenient and unjustly undervalued. Well, the idea of transplanting the blood made from alchemy into living beings was a heresy in the Alchemist neighborhood, and it wasn't even appreciated. He didn't even think about it until I told him. [M]
Well, aside from that,
"How about that, gentlemen? Now the exhaustion of the land, which plagued you, has been eliminated.... why not fully cultivate this land and reclaim the former golden hobo to the land of Marlan!
"Oh......!
"Whoa, whoa!
"Long live the new lord!
"Give Marlan a golden hobo!
When I take my head off and cheer him up, he will utter words of honor to me at will.
You'll have a frigid image of alchemy, but a poor peasant is an instant thing. If the wheat fields, the seeds of rice, were to regain their fattened soil, they would meditate on any number of eyes. If we repeat the same thing later on in another field, we should be able to handle the seat at the moment. Besides, since this farmland modification can always keep the soil in its best condition, there is no need to worry about continuous damage. You don't have to use Norfolk farming to run out of fallow land. First of all, I don't know how many years it would take to try to reform agriculture in a legitimate way. Scary are pests and crop diseases, but the area can be dealt with separately, if pesticides are made as harmless to the human body as possible.
From the point of view of quite a few alchemists, this farmland improvement is not a big deal. Columbus' eggy, it's something I can do, but I just didn't have the idea. So, if you do it flashy, other nobles with a good eye might imitate it on their own territory, but, well, that would be the time. I have no choice to stop. [M] There is no patent office in this world.
But in an age when cold weather and drought can lead to starvation once and for all, the increase in food production should be nothing but bad. Besides, the alchemist's centralized operational know-how accumulates faster with us at the forefront. If we make the most of the advantages of the pioneers, nothing so troublesome will happen.
I turned to the slaves after a job and said brightly. [M]
"All right, guys. Shall we go next? Next"
The fields are still there, and there are piles of other things that need to be done.
Time must be used efficiently.
"Yeah hey, a little more right, right...... ok there!
Skip the instructions as you head off with the plan written on the old parchment. It is the mud giant - the magical creature and the Mad Golem - that will be three meters long, that moves in response to it.
"Ha... that's a handy thing"
Doue squeaks as he sees the golem advancing the construction in favor of the giant. Simple combat power, or the power of the object, would also outweigh this giant with his vastly enhanced modifying surgery. However, I could still say that the Golem had more minutes in terms of volume that could simply be transported. Mud and dust, however powerful they may be, are not capable of carrying much at once.
"It's the title that comes with all the trouble. Without this kind of privilege, you can't do it."
I looked up at Mad Golem. [M]
Having a title and ruling the territory also means that the royal family recognizes the military right to maintain security in the territory. One of the disclaimers is the possession of magical creatures. Magical creatures such as unicorns and pegasus are, if you ask me, like tanks and fighters in the world of previous life. Naturally, there's no way I'm allowed to own that personally. but when it comes to territorial possession, it's not a story. A considerable degree of freedom of arming is allowed, both as a force to soothe the territory and as a force to make a courageous offering against the royal family. And, naturally, possession of powerful magical creatures.
Well, regardless, the possession of force at a level that could be aimed at overthrowing the state is restricted by inspections from the High Court, etc... so far that's irrelevant, so I'll leave it there.
"And that's a luxurious story. I used all this magic for irrigation."
"As far as I'm concerned, I think it's more of a proper use. Mad Golem in this class is a good place for D + to C equivalents when it's an Adventurer Guild crusade rating. Even you before the remodel can afford to take it down. [M] I mean, I'm a pretty inferior fighter."
It's a cruel story, but that's the truth. The Unis, my "work," will outnumber the A-level adventurers at least. The mass-produced slaves, even though they are degrading, are based on uni data. He would have a strength of about grade C, and a good individual could go as far as B. Plus, you can use basic low-level magic, so a physically specialized, less resistant opponent like Mad Golem ends up in an attacking magic fishing bottle. In other words, the only thing weaker than this golem with my pawn is the former deputies I boned before this, and their men.
"Even so... there are many parts of this plan that are different from the actual terrain"
"That's right. It's an old parchment to see. How many years ago was that?
"Come on?"
Indeed, as Dooey put it, this irrigation plan is too old. This is what came out fishing for the library of the former mansion, the mansion where I'm staying. I don't know when it is a substitute, but I have no choice but to use it because the farmers are following me quickly with irrigation.
Draw up a new irrigation plan? That's your opinion.
... unless some of us don't have the talent to do that.
Unfortunately, I am an alchemist. Even if we can provide technologies and tools to help with irrigation work, we do not have the ability to draw up the plan itself. It was that brother who had been educated that would be able to do so, reluctantly even sit in the king's capital and give me the people to assist me. Well, I didn't want to do it, so I pushed him.
Uni is a maid and escort and assistant and explorer. He does a wide enough variety of roles for me. Adding to this is the stupidity of wasting a great deal of her resources, and there is no legend to let her wear it. Dooe is an adventurer who has relied on a single sword, and even to dry, he seems to have been running a nomadic life in the desert zone, Dark Elf. Neither, not very much, can be entrusted with the task of orienting internal affairs.
This area is the weakness of this faction led by me, the researcher. Technical and combat skills are outstanding, but they lack the political power to use them organically. They're all undergoing brain remodeling and the fear of treason is minimal, but if I'm at the top of the list, I can't fix the problem if I mishit them, so I have a big budget to push them anywhere.
Say it, it's like a venture led by a president from an engineer. So far, we haven't had any major problems because we're doing chimatima in one country like this. But what if Marlan County's population increases in the near future, or I don't want to think too much about it, but there's more territory due to some mistake? There is a risk that we will not be able to deal with emerging issues.
Or it's a big problem at a time when we rely on old plans that lack certainty, like a map describing such a stash of Tokugawa reserves.
"I wonder when it really is...... shall we do some research?" Direct. ""
Measure the age with simple appraisal magic.
The time when this plan was made, as I read it, was... almost 150 years ago. It was two hundred years ago that the Ovenil family became aristocrats, so roughly the second or third generation. In our time?
As such, well, happiness or unhappiness, this world is magically dependent and technological progress is stagnant, so there are no fixes other than topographical changes to the extent of error.
No, I don't.
"… after all, do we have to unearth new talent to rule the land"
"Run to the slave market again?
Dooey looks a little nasty. I just had a dry one that I personally liked. As for him, I guess he doesn't want to step into the slave market for the time being.
"That's a worry. Home economists who can cut the equivalent of Viscount land are not sold to slave cities that are likely to be bought into other countries and spilled. If the house crumbles, you'll be surrounded by other houses, or you'll be in public service and wandering... the worst is execution."
"What do you mean, you catch talent in that wanderer?
"No way. My Viscount status is under the umbrella of my brother's Earl family. There is no such thing as a cautionary figure with a spin among the nobles." The warrant your brother gave you, you can't possibly not know, can you? 'Right. Then I'll just give my brother a chance to crush me. "
That's how I was crushed. I'm a claw bouncer in the aristocracy. There will be no more sources of research funding as an alchemist, and above all, the wall of nobility's decency, which protects me from my brother's murder, will disappear. My brother has caused all sorts of problems, and he hasn't turned me off until today because, for one thing, he hasn't crossed the last line in being protected by society as a nobleman. Slave killer or whatever it is, he is being slapped in the pussy, but to the extent that he has received some white eye vision for doing so. They'll think it's disgusting, but it's not until they kill me for it. It's no different than testifying that you killed him from the creeps, how shabby he is.
No matter how much slaves are consumed as experimental material, they are never bombarded as a matter of hobby. but if you make mistakes that you can't see in territorial operations, you lose your position while being neglected by putting up incompetent rettels. You will not be murdered intact, your position as a nobleman. The treatment from society ranks down from humans to insects. Worms are unpleasant, so I killed them, but people don't care.
I have the Unis ready for that, but it's something I'd like to avoid if I could.
"Well, I guess it's an octagonal plug."
"... no, I'm not"
I'll giggle and giggle at Dooey, who says irritably.
"Actually, there's one way out. I mean, it's usually this way, but you didn't do it because you simply don't want to go through the trouble."
"Oicola, your husband"
"Don't be awesome. It's a really laborious means, so this is how you work right now to make room to hit it."
Yes, it is. That's why I'm proud to say I don't like this Arquel kingdom for nothing. [M] Hands that are just pointless or even harmful if you don't get some attitude in place.
"Well, it's a really common sense means. Noble houses are nothing but first-born sons, as you can see from this ovenil house. As a spare in the unlikely event of a first-born son who is a realm, there is a third son - a common son."
For the record, the common son in this case means the synonym of the realm. It doesn't mean I'm not recognized by my dead father. Well, he treated me like he didn't want to admit he was my son when he died in late life.
"In it, for whatever reason, there's no way you can give me territory like I do."
"I guess. If I'd done the land besides my oldest son, the mappers would be very busy by now. Every time I inherit, I have to rewrite where that territory is."
Even Dooey the unreliable seems to know the extent of reason.
"Yes, that's why so many of those bastards are being kept and killed in mansions as room dwellers. There are five major paths to their prosperity. Will the housekeeper come around because his son is dying or lacking as a winner? Will I be given a son-in-law or a name in my successor's house? Or join the Knights or become a court magician."
"What's the fourth?
"That's what I mean... have you ever wondered sometimes that there are noble boys among adventurers? The majority of them threw themselves into an outlaw world with ambition in an attempt to fly a flag out of the boundaries of their room dwellings. Besides, you can't afford to feed a waste of rice in a house that's so inclined to be a nobleman. Even if I die, I lose my breath. It's a boring, smelly seed of your kind that the bard seems to like."
With a far-sighted look when I explain that,
"No dreams, no hopes."
and Doue was foolish.
Perhaps many of the former aristocratic adventurers he knew scattered without the opportunity to grasp the glory. Originally, nobles who become adventurers are all those who lack strength or connections to stand as knights. If you don't have connections, you may blossom as an adventurer, but what if you don't have the strength? We won't have to talk about the end of it. If you're not blessed with luck and talent, it's like that, even though you're a squeaky nobleman with blue blood.
I'm lucky. Born into a Count family that I could afford quite a bit, I was the first slave I bought to attract a big win named Uni, and I was able to meet Doue. And he picked up the dry one. It is haughty luck that everyone envies. I can't get just a little bit of family luck, but it would be a good idea to make up for it with talent around there. If you want more, that's the punishment.
"You're out of line. So, the fifth is to become the minister of an approximate house somewhere and stand up. A nobleman like me who lacks a minister will take care of his position as his own. You can make more money safely than be an adventurer even though you don't have enough arms to do it, and you can take advantage of a nobleman at one end. And the hire side gets some educated ministers as nobles. This is the ideal win-win relationship."
"I'm going to say a lot. Is there a problem?
"That's a lot. Ideal and common sense hands… naturally my brother reads them all the time. Besides, the local interest is over there. Oh, my God, you're in Wang Du. When my brother invites me to become a minister by dictating the bastards living in the mansion over there, I will say enough."
So when you see a good job, you promise to do something nice at home, what if they say? There is no means to resist the nobility of living in a room. For Christ's sake, the Count is the boss over there. Yes, I am only the Viscount under that umbrella.
It's like a job wanderer in the Ice Age of Jobs being asked by the head office president to go inside detective - and in some cases obstruct - a branch of some defiant attitude. Afterwards, they grabbed some pretty delicious terms of employment. If you think about what you're going to eat in hard times, you won't be able to say no first. I don't think there was a company in the world that did that before.... None, right?
Besides, my brother can take this kind of help, so he gave me territory and Viscount position until I took the risk of having a free hand. Otherwise, he would have killed me knowing that other nobles could put in an unwanted exploration, or he would have kept and killed me in silence to continue his experiments in that mansion. The former considered the latter's choice to be a predetermined one, as it could be prevented if Uni were present, which is the cause of my current situation.
As I have said many times, the aristocrats who have screwed up in territorial management are killed without the worry of their hindsight. Because other nobles will be judged worthless enough to get involved.
"- But it's noble talk other than me who fears such a clear hand."
"I guess..."
Mass produced slaves could be replenished, although less than planned, thanks to an unexpectedly high purchase called Dry. Besides, she can be a useful tool herself. I'm ready.
Now this Marlan County is my nest. Simply reaching out from a distance called the Wang Capital, etc., it is the extreme of the heart that seems to be able to explore it out. On the contrary, let me bite that hand with bad habits and pour the poison out of my fangs in full.
"Uni, are you there?
"Yes, beside you"
When I speak, Uni appears right next door from nowhere.
To that appearance, Dooe said softly.
"It was as if there were no signs..."
"I was erasing the signs."
"If you're deluded, you'll lose confidence."
Then please continue to refine and reply sooo much.
I give her a letter that I used to write in advance. I'll file it with the Royal Palace. It's a procedural document for the public service. No matter how much you know about the trick from the other side, you don't have a brother-in-law to let you through, who is honestly a superior.
"Leave this out. If you ask the Adventurer Alliance, they'll deliver you to the King's Capital soon."
"I'm afraid, my lord"
Disappear without sound Drop her off and return her gaze to the Mad Golem where she works in construction.
The magical giant was automatically doing his part, as the Lord dictated.
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