Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

The villagers are quiet as they hit the water. No way, you seem shocked that a familiar person was an imperial spy.

"Giffilo... why?

Zimbie kneels in dismay and drips. Giffiro doesn't keep it slight while she leans down. I activate her appraisal skills.

"... you said Giffiro or something? Are you taking Malov, the pavilion lord, hostage from the imperial man?... Instead of sending you back to the village as soon as possible, did they tell you to explore the villagers' behavior? Once a week, were you in touch with the imperial humans... We haven't been able to reach you lately due to heavy snow...?

Giffilo looks up and stares at me.

"Ri, Master Linos... why such a thing..."

Zimbie looks at me with some frightening eyes. I give him a sneer and a grin like that.

"Oh, it's just my prediction. It would be difficult to enter this village suddenly with an outside human being as a spy. With that in mind, it is easiest to grasp and exploit the weakness of someone in the village. Earlier, this Jiffiro said she was Malov's wife, so I thought she probably wasn't... Well, that doesn't seem like a hassle, does it?

Ziffiro leans down again as he swims his eyes.

"Do you want Malov back, Ziffiro?

Giffilo looks at me and opens his mouth.

"Isn't that obvious! It's been two years, two years! Soldiers take me! Thanks to you, this village will be devastated. We women and grandfathers can't just plow the fields to eat. No money comes in because there are no hunters for Hawan. Malov, if Malov returns, Hawan can hunt. That way, we can handle the village!

The woman bursts into tears and bangs her anger at me as she fists the floor. Neither do all the villagers gathered, trying to lean down and say anything.

"Giffilo, I know how you feel... Why didn't you talk to me before that?

Ask as Zimbie leans over to Ziffiro.

"I can't say... I can't believe it! I can tell you that..."

"Giffilo..."

Both Ziphiro and Zimbi were crying. And the villagers around, too, were killing their voices and crying. I was watching the sight and wondering if I could do something to save these people. Seeing Soleil lying next to Chirali, she also stared at the villagers with a worried face.

"Your husband... can you do something for him?

"Uh-huh."

Gimbi, the village chief, opens his mouth in tears to me as he thinks about it with his arms on.

"King Agarta, Master Linos. I sincerely thank you for this food grace to us. On behalf of the village, I would like to thank you sincerely for this Zimbie. From now on, we're talking about this village. We'll settle for it. Please, I hope you don't mind..."

"No, you can say that... Heta, this village will be crusaded by the Imperial Army? If that happens, they'll probably kill all the villagers here, right? You want to avoid that, too... Hey, Giffilo, how far did you tell the Ramaron side about the inside of this village?

"... I told him that the village chief had been sourcing food from Agarta and that the village was rubbing it from now on with the Empire or with Agarta"

"Uh-huh. I see..."

I drop my gaze at my feet. Hawan's fur was laid there.

"Zimbie, this fur... can I have it?

Zimbie gets stuck in words for a moment. And try to squeeze it out and answer.

"Ah... wow... I get it... Bring it."

"Mayor! Isn't that the last fur you sell when the village runs out of food!

Giffiro screams.

"Giffilo. That's okay. This village is in danger of survival now. Master Linos brought us food there. This is the time to sell this fur."

Speak as Zimbie tells you.

"Master Linos, please, have that fur"

"Okay. Okay. Bye..."

I get the paper and pen out of infinite storage and write it down there with salad.

"How much is the minimum amount of food the villagers won't starve? So, and how much do you sell this fur for?... pretty much fine."

"Food is... if you have 20 bags of rice or wheat, you can manage... Is the fur about 10,000G..."

Listening to Zimbie, I write it down on paper.

"Yes, I could. How about this?

"... this is... what is it?

"Receipt."

"Lyoshu sho?"

"It's like a certificate you issue when you sell or buy things. Certificate that I bought this fur with this food."

Here's the receipt I issued.

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[Receipt]

Dear Zimbi, Village Chief of Ditas,

Receipts: 1 Hawan fur

However, we have correctly received the above as food cost.

Receipt details:

- 10 bags of rice

- 10 bags of wheat

- 10 kg of vegetables

• 10 kg meat

Birtham Darke Linos, King of Agarta

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"Hey, Giffilo. Can you read?

"... you can't read."

"Then it's just fine. Give him the... what? Give it to the Ramaron army guy."

"What do you mean?

Both Zimbi and Giffiro have their eyes rounded. That's right. I've never seen a receipt before. Well, you will, won't you? I talk to the villagers as they look at their faces.

"I thought about helping save this village from the crusade of the Ramarons. The point is, you just have to decide that the village of Ditas bought food from the Agarta country. You don't sell food in the city of Ramaron, do you? Then I guess I should just say I bought it from Agarta. So, you can tell the military guy that the argument about whether to go with Ramarone or Agarta has been decided to go with Ramarone. Tell me Agarta's a jerk."

"Oh, no... that's it"

Zimbie is already breathing on her shoulders. I can't seem to follow the story. That means villagers, including Giffiro, don't seem to think they can come with more. That's when Lilith gets up and raises her voice.

"The athletes sold fur and bought food because they had no food. So that just so happens to mean you bought food from Agarta, right? That's not bad for anything! I'm not selling it in the Empire! I bought food from an enemy country to live. Why would they say something bad? You reduced enemy food and increased allied food, didn't you? Why are we being crusaded? The king sold the food to Atashi and the others, didn't he? That's good!

After hearing the words, the villagers finally seemed to understand. Lilith, it's a good job.

"That's the thing. When the snow breaks, Giffiro gives the paper to the army. You're not gonna lose it till then, are you? And don't forget to tell me Agarta's an asshole, okay?

I smile with a nigga and see Ziffiro. She turned her eyes round and nodded cocklessly.

"Well, let me give you the food I brought. Zimbie, do you have anything like a pantry for food?

"Ha... yes. I'll show you."

We were led to the building next to Zimbie's house.

"... brilliantly nothing."

Zimbie leans over silently. I'll get the food on the receipt out of the infinite storage.

"Is this what this is about?

"Thank you. This will keep the village alive for a while. Thank you very much."

"No, this isn't it, is it?

"You say it won't last..."

"No, this would only take a month or so, wouldn't it?

"If the snow dissolves, we'll figure it out..."

"No, you don't have to. Hey, Soleil."

I turn to Soleil next door.

"Can you ask the forest spirits to hide where they keep their food? Like in Silence."

"Yeah, cheap."

"Zimbie, keep this food for emergency use. The Ramaron humans might come to see it. You can show this then. For the rest, let's hide in this forest. Is there some kind of landmark in the woods?

"Right..."

We came right out of the village in front of Oki, guided by Zimbi.

"Oh, this tree would be easy to understand."

That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna get a lot of food out of here before I do. Rice, wheat, vegetables, fish, meat, fruit... Ogi's surroundings filled with food. And put a great bond there, trapping food in it.

"This... so much food..."

"Tell me again when you're short. By the way, things in this junction don't rot. Don't worry."

"Now we don't have to starve.... Thank you. Thank you."

Every villager there is lying flat and saying thank you to me. I telegraphed the Great Telegraph, repeated over and over again that I didn't need to do that, and instructed the Forest Spirits to ask Soleil to hide this junction from non-villagers.

A few days later, in a room of a palace in the Imperial capital of Ramaron, the Duke of Kaenig, commander in chief of the Imperial Army, was sighing as he looked at a piece of paper.

"Good luck."

"... that's all, is it?

It is the commander of the Army of Ramaron's Almond Third Army who is carving a deep jaw between his eyebrows and staring at Kanich.

"Is there anything else?

"Ditus Village negotiated with the enemy on its own, didn't it?

"You wouldn't have a choice, would you? I don't have any food."

"If you don't have food, why don't you ask the Empire!

"Well, because we know the Empire doesn't have food, right?

The Duke of Könich has his eyes open. What are you talking about? I don't try to break the look on your face.

"The village of Ditas did not rely on the Empire to procure food on their own. I think it makes sense. It's a waste of time, right? Or what? Almond, do you think it's right to tell the Empire that there's no food, and still, there's no food?

"It is a natural duty as a nation not to starve its own people."

"You can't help what you don't have, can you? No, unless you're asking me to help Ditus Village by sourcing my own food, right? I think it's a huge waste of action, but I'm free to do it. You can do it alone. There is no food in the Empire. The village of Ditas did not rely on the Empire to procure food on its own. That's great. As much as I'd like to give you one of my medals. And Agarta's a ass. Hawan's fur is the only way to prepare food. Do you think Ditus Village would sneak into such a nasty country?

The Duke of Kenich snorted at Humphung and looked at the almonds with a niggling look on his face. It was as if looking down at the almonds. The almond, who felt it, clutched his bush in silence and stared at the Duke of Kenich.