Seiun wo Kakeru

"You're back in the rain a lot. It would have been cold."

"Right. Raindrops are colder than I thought."

"I'm gonna get dressed now, so come here."

As Bona invited me, Age entered the room.

Pompous and watery around the body become water droplets to wet the floor.

When she was handed a towel and a change of clothes, Age took off her nagging clothes in the shadows.

Bona speaks with a serious voice to Age like that.

The submerged voice is probably because I was careful not to sound like the man earlier.

"A man named Franco is about to negotiate against taxes"

"Negotiation? Instead of unilaterally determining tax rates?

"If you were a regular farmer, that would do it. I need to make a new arrangement because the blacksmith you built won't fit into your previous common sense."

"I see. Then we have to be careful."

"Right. Though you don't know much about this village or the outside world. Probably gonna lose."

I was told I was taking something serious seriously, Age lost her word.

Unexpectedly drink the Tsubakami and spin the blank thoughts somehow.

No kidding?

I also came up with that question, but Bona's expression doesn't look like she's joking.

"No. Can't you handle it?

"No, only this time. Lose. Yeah."

"Why?"

"He's got the superior technology you jumped through. Not only that, but when you lose your head too much, you'll be perceived as dangerous. More than that, let them assume you're a tech idiot and an easy man to handle. Yeah. It's easy to do later if you think it will help the island develop"

"I see. But you don't like being exploited, do you?

"Um, so I'll give you a minimal help boat, but all you have to do is work on your own. That'll turn out to be just the right salt plum."

"Okay."

"It's only after you've learnt exactly who you are. Yeah. Next year, we'll take it back next year. Well, I can't keep you waiting too long. I'll take care of him first, so you should go back to your room when you're ready."

When I saw Bona after the room with a solid foothold, I thought Age would be fine.

He was (wow) better at one or two than Age as a negotiator.

Heavy silence was filling.

Across the table, Age and the village chief, and a man face to face.

Mixed with the sound of rain that keeps shaking, the burning sound of patchy and charcoal sounds.

A flame of pine light lit up the dim room.

Dressed and warmed up for a while, Age looked at the man without alarm.

"My name is Franco. The main job is to manage and collect taxes on the territory."

"I'm doing a blacksmith, it's Age"

I hate it when you stare at me.

Franco doesn't get out of sight.

Age didn't feel comfortable with the eyes that seemed to see through to the depths, observing straight.

I never felt a gaze more watchful than this.

I feel a strong sense of pressure.

He sends his gaze to encourage Franco to have a conversation as he rinses the water with no village chief next door.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, so let's get them answered. You're using iron that hasn't been used before, right?

"Yes."

"I've been told it's scum metal, and you think it helps?

"Yes."

"Why did you think that?"

"I don't know."

"Don't you see?

Age spoke above herself.

That I am losing my memory.

But there must be knowledge, etc.

That Tania picked me up and tried to be a part of the village.

That I have the skills, knowledge, and experience to be a blacksmith.

That I thought it would be good to use nature and iron as opposed to the current situation where only bronze is used.

To Age's answer, Franco gave back a brief hammer and a nod.

And then, I see, I threw up a convincing word.

"Let's move on to what we made up the story. This iron, but it looks like a good cut. But it doesn't seem rusty or very durable right away"

"I'm doing great with knives and axes, but I can't seem to improve my sickles and scythes yet."

"Does the Improvement Act stand?

"It's an experimental phase. Something like that."

I didn't mean to answer in too much detail.

Age doesn't think of herself as a master of mouth.

Talk and you'll dig a grave.

At the minimum necessary, I thought it would be good not to ignore it.

Franco doesn't feel bad about Age's attitude, he goes on with the words.

And I threw down words that shocked me.

"Hmm. You seem to be doing a lot of other things. According to the scope of my research, in addition to living products such as hammers, pans, knives, needles and nails, the improvement of ploughs" sukiri "and" yuki ", the manufacture of axles and bearings for cow trucks, tools for cutting trees called mushrooms, tools for shredding trees called" yuki ", tools for planting, tools for using the power of water trucks, traps for catching beasts, the development of rickshaws, baths and soaps... are you sure?

This man......!

The shock prevented me from responding immediately.

"... Yes"

"I've looked into that a lot."

"When I asked everyone in the village, I was reluctant at first, but I asked sincerely and they answered me with pleasure. I'm surprised at the number."

Published to the village, it is good to see that all previous productions have been found out.

The unnoticed ones are probably about the Thousand Teeth Handling (Senbao) and Tang Jun (and Umi) used by Tania alone.

Maybe he even grasps that.

How long has it been since Franco came to this village?

To his dreaded intelligence-gathering powers, Age felt her spine freeze cold.

And the word sincere (...), etc.

I wonder how the hell you heard it out.

Age could have easily imagined it from Franco's job description.

I think he probably smelled a tax hike or a takeover.

Too competent.

Perhaps lies and deception will be seen through in an instant.

Age feels her mouth dry on the caracallas.

I tried to swallow a bump, but the mucous membrane was the only tingle.

While I was aware that my expression was getting harder, I couldn't stop it.

"You don't have to be so hard. I'm not going to take anything and eat it."

"Really? But they say you're a tax collector. When I deal with a government official, I get really nervous. And it seems very capable."

"Right...... Well, that's the thing. I have no choice."

That said, Franco laughed just a little lonely.

I don't know what that looks like, but I think...

This man understands his work very well, Agee thought.

I am aware that it is a role that I hate as an official.

And on top of that, it's moving thoroughly.

That figure overlapped me working as a blacksmith.

Nevertheless, if I work, I only work, making others happy.

Franco makes certain people happy and someone unhappy for that matter if he works hard.

Never be compatible with, or unlike, the taking side, but I think you have to acknowledge your ability to work.

"Well, let's see how it works. Ms. Age has made about fifty points in the last three months or so, including earlier developments, etc. Moreover, once there is no charcoal in between, it is interrupted by timber collection. It's a terrible way to act."

"Various people helped me, and sometimes I left everything to them"

"Still, the majority is your job. Simply quadrupling this will result in a production capacity of 200 points per year"

Here, cut the word once.

And Franco doesn't even blink and looks straight at Age.

I felt a strong attitude that I would not allow you to get away with it.

"- I'd like you to pay me 100 points for half of this."

"That's tough. I barely put fire in the kiln in the winter."

"Wow. Why not?

"Because other people use firewood."

I want to light a fire in winter to keep warm in every house.

That way the limits will soon come in the workload of Filippo the wooden one.

In the winter it is the old way of working for a blacksmith to hoard firewood, use the firewood that has been hoarding when it gets warmer and finish the job all at once.

"I see. Then reduce your winter minutes, 80 points. Apply soap instead. How about this?

"I see..."

I do see the situation and compromise.

They say that wheat and other tax rates are five public citizens, so I also feel that half of the annual production is appropriate.

But some of them caught on.

Age's feeling is that the value of the iron appliance is considerably higher than that of wheat, for example, if we try it as a traded product.

Wouldn't this be a high tax?

Age doesn't care about tax highs and lows because she wants to be extravagant about everything.

However, if taxes are low, they can be developed by replacing them throughout the village or by using them for trading.

I want people close to me to live a little wealthy.

I do the same job, and it's hard for half of it to be taken to taxes.

That's not the only reason I'm worried.

Is it possible that Franco is in negotiations, not coercion, because he has not correctly measured the value of what Age produces?

For these reasons, Age thought it might be possible to have the tax rate reduced.

But how do I do that?

Do you appeal to equality?

The hand of salvation reached out to Agee, who couldn't think of a good hand.

It was by the village chief who was sitting silently next to him and killing signs.

"Franco, I have a little suggestion for you."