Seiun wo Kakeru

Six story dealer.

The pedestrian carriage had stopped in the centre of the village, in front of the village chief's house.

Apparently, the mayor's house is particularly large also to welcome people from outside.

Next to the house, a horse one turn bigger than what he had in the village, was connected to a tree and drank the bucket of water with Gabgab.

When I notice Age approaching me, I turn my straight eyes.

The black eyes were wide shining, but there was a sense of oppression.

Even after coming to this village, Age had never touched a horse.

I'm anxious to see if it's okay to stay close.

"If you get too close, you'll get kicked."

Speaking to Age was a big man.

He's not tall, but his whole body is muscular and thick.

Her face is square, her hair is red tea, she deserves it when it comes to rigid hair, and her short pruned hair tips are pointy toward heaven.

Overall, one part at a time is large, but when only the eyes laugh small, they become as thin as muscles.

There was a slight cut on his forearm and left forehead.

I knew immediately that the man was a pedestrian because Age was a face I had never seen in the village.

"That's the first face I've ever seen. Is it something you want, too?

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Talk to me, okay. Will you let me know more?"

When I talked, the language was soft and the voice color was even gentler.

But if you're just kind, you won't make a scratch on your forehead.

Sometimes they should have shown the ferocity they deserved for their appearance.

Age thinks about how we're going to cut the story out.

Bringing the soap out of the beginning could be a foolish trick.

I wanted to get information outside the village, but if I realized how good the soap was, I could get obsessed and flow.

"Let me introduce myself first. I started a blacksmith in this village, called Age."

"Thank you for your kindness. I'm Jean. As you can see, I'm a businessman in this carriage. It was your fault that this village suddenly stopped buying pigeons and stuff."

"It's still immature, and I almost needed to fix it because I made it."

"What. You can handle that with experience. I think it's important to have a guy like that. So don't try anything brittle about iron, and use proper bronze."

Being noticed that he was dealing with iron, not bronze, was such a shock that cold sweat existed, but Jean seemed to believe the statement that Age was immature.

Yeah, and I snorted deeply, saying that failure was food for growth, enough to give me advice.

"So, I haven't been in this village for a while, so I don't really know what's going on around me, but Mr. Jean is in business, and how many villages are you going around?

"Me. I'm all over this island village..."

"Is it an island, an island?

"Hmm? Oh. I'll be in the village for a few nights, but it'll take about three months to get around, and that's about enough of an island to get around."

"... how many villages are going around?

"About thirty?

"How big is this village?

"That's about as big as it gets. Smaller, there's a settlement with about 50 people."

"You think it's a big place?

"Biggest lord's village, maybe 400 people"

With Jean's words overlapping, Age felt her expectations go a long way from reality.

Age thought of such a geography that the village was continuous and had dealings with other countries.

Since the roads are not paved, I simply can't measure how much the hell I can travel in a day, but it won't be an unscrupulously wide island. And I can see that the population is quite small.

The population of the village with age is about 250. If that's more than average, around 200 people, even with 30 villages, it's only 6,000.

My head as a cradle, stars mix in my sight.

Stuck in nature and breath.

"Hey, you okay? You look terrible."

"No, it's okay"

He points it out and returns it to me.

Take a deep breath and calm down.

Though we can never hope for rapid development, the possibility of our own technology becoming a major problem should also have been reduced.

There's less chance of leakage to the outside, so you just need to monopolize technology on the island.

Actively switch to positive thinking.

If you accept the situation and spend the rest of your life, it's a good enough condition, depending on how you think.

"Mr. Fernandez from the village said people were coming from across the ocean, but you're dealing with some country, aren't you?

"Yeah......? No, we don't have anyone like that in this land. That's a drifter. It must be about the guy who's been flowing into the ocean. Look out over the sea in the first place, but I don't see any other islands."

"Really... an island"

"Oh, that's what I mean. So, it's my job to connect the villages."

Jean slaps herself in the arm with a pasin. A full smile showing teeth would be pride in the job.

Indeed, the role of pedestrians is very great, beyond the absence of seaway transactions.

"I know what I want to know for now. Thank you."

"I don't mind. So, have you decided what to buy?

"Oh, you did. Do you have edible oil and cloth?

"The oil has macadamia oil. The cloth has fine eyes and fine quality. Exchange for what"

"May I see the cloth?

"Whoa. Hold on a second."

When Jean entered the village chief's house, he grabbed the cloth and came out.

All I can tell is that it's carefully crafted.

But because it is only washed with water, there is a small stain.

Age takes out a pot with soap.

"What's that?"

"It's called soap"

"You're white and... you're null. What do you use it for?

"Remove dirt. This cloth is a little dirty, isn't it?"

"Sort of. They wash it thoroughly, but even if it gets dusty on the road, I knew it."

"Can I borrow just one?

"Oh, I don't mind that."

"When you soak it in water like this and then apply soap to the cloth and rub it.... What do you say?

"Oh, my God! Dirty way to get rid of dirt is totally different. Oh, my God!

"It's soap."

"I just heard your name! How do you make it! Is this all you got?!?

Jean stuffs over to Age, surprised.

On one side of the cloth in my hand, the dirt is off beautifully.

On the other hand, the normal dirt had fallen off, but the dirt, including oil, remained intact.

"I can't tell you how to make it. You have more than ten in the turtle. I just can't make it all the time."

"Is it some kind of seasonal ingredient?

"... well, that's the thing."

Surprised to touch something completely unknown, but instantly and sharply inferred from the conversation.

Age can't say much extra, I choose the words.

"But that's not the only awesome thing about this soap."

"What!?

"This will reduce the amount of wrinkles when you start washing your clothes and body frequently. Dandelions and fleas don't decrease more than livestock, but the itch of a leaf is sayonara."

"Hey......"

"Yes?"

"How much will you give me away"

Jean's eyes were serious.

I guess I still think of a lot of soap-based commerce.

The eyes of the merchant, who preceded the money, were calm, yet gilded by desire.

I didn't mean to sell it cheap.

Only Pietro can make it except for himself.

Values for valuable items are limited to catching.

"How about this!

"I won't talk to you."

"This then!?