Chapter 68

Chapter 68. When someone else's territory goes well, it hurts your stomach. (2) Completion is faster than you think.

It was a month ago that the draft of the magic tool to maintain the generation of the mana house was developed, so it was a decent pace.

“I’ll go check it out. Tell them to get ready.”

“Arel-nim, do you want to see it yourself?”

It would be enough to come up as a report, but first of all, I'm the type who won't be satisfied unless I check it with my own eyes.

I nodded and Dia started contacting me without asking further.

First, we headed to the nearest town to test the Mana House.

Not only the magician, but also the village chief and villagers who seemed to have some sense of farming were already discussing with each other.

When I arrived, one of the wizards who had been working in the field as if he had been waiting for me greeted me and started a quick explanation.

“First of all, this is the mana field maintenance device we developed last time.”

At the four corners of the field, magic tools the size of drums are installed.

“It’s also clunky.”

It's a bit far from my taste of design.

The magician who was in charge of explaining such honest feelings answered as if he were making an excuse.

“If you make it small, the strength will be weakened, so there is no help.”

Since it is a magic tool installed outside, it is likely to be damaged by wild animals, monsters, or weather conditions, so it is purposely built to be strong, so it is this size.

In addition, the magic crystal had to be built in, so it couldn't be smarter than this.

“Is it working now?”

When I asked, confirming that the device was actively being activated by absorbing the mana contained in the magic crystal inside the magic tool installed in the field,

“Of course. First of all, we are using it only in this field as a trial.”

“I will check it myself.”

I first moved my feet to the field where I was applying this magic tool as a test.

Only then did the chattering village chief and farmers stop talking and kneel in front of me.

“how is it?”

“.... I can only feel the surprise.”

The village headman's voice trembled, as if he was genuinely admiring it, not a mouthful.

In his hand, the soil he had just grabbed from the floor was crumbly and falling.

“I never expected to see a land with such soft soil this season.”

The season in which farming is possible in Pahilia is extremely limited.

At other times, the ground is frozen and no matter how hard the farm implements are wielded, it is impossible to plow the ground.

Even if it is in season, it is only possible to grow barley that is resistant to cold because of the climate.

The current situation here is that even the barley raised in this way cannot be raised properly to the point of disappointment when looking directly at the eggs.

However, the land in the field where the mana house is now applied is melted properly enough that the soil blows away when the wind blows.

Wouldn't it be possible to farm properly with this?

“Where?”

“No.”

As a test, when I tried to enter the field, Dia grabbed the hem of my clothes.

It's because I tried to check the warmth by going directly into the range of application of the Mana House that surrounds the field.

“If you don’t know, please refrain from checking directly. No, it's better to test it with someone else first before going in...

“Are you okay? I'm pretty sure it's already safe.”

It's nothing else, because I took the risk of the basic theory of the Mana House.

Dia, who seems to be worried, is persuaded, and eventually she goes in first and checks for safety.

See, no problem?

“Looks like you're safe. Arell. Come this way.”

Dia took my hand and led me like a teacher leading a child.

In case of emergency, they are holding hands on purpose to protect me directly.

Still, this guy is overprotective of me.

Only this one is rarely fixed, so I'm halfway to it now.

In addition, the overprotectiveness of a beautiful female magician with big breasts is not bad either.

I went directly into the range of the Mana House.

There is no feeling that the shield is caught on the body.

This is because the shield applied to the Mana House is only used for temperature control.

Mana House's theory is to put a shield as thin as vinyl around the field.

“It's a long way, but it's been a lot of hard work.”

He smiled bitterly and expressed his honest feelings.

To be honest, the hard work of the peddlers is in some sense even admirable.

It's a long road and it's not an easy trip.

On the way, your luggage may be robbed or killed by thieves, and even if you are not a thief, there are many dangers such as monsters and bad weather.

Nevertheless, the merchants, like this young peddler, drove their wagons down the rough roads only for money.

“We only follow the smell of gold coins. If you imagine how much you can earn, it is worth coming a long way.”

“I can’t imitate my whole life. By the way, is the crop you brought this time?”

Looking at the reported ledger, it was almost the same as last year.

“yes. This year, we brought quality crops harvested in the South.”

Last year, the residents of Pahilia, who had enough money in their wallets, bought quite a lot of crops, so it seemed that they were full of thoughts to make the same profits this year.

“Crops... Crops...

” “Why?”

The young peddler did not miss the knight's muttering that something bothered him.

“It never contains anything illegal.”

Soldiers are still diligently inspecting the wagons, but there will never be any strange items.

This is an item that passed last year.

There's no need to take it this year.

Above all, no matter where you go to a territory, there is no case where you are checked for only wheat and barley.

“No. It doesn't mean that.

hmm. This is not my business to meddle with.”

However, the driver muttered a meaningful sound and eventually handed over a confirmation that there was no problem with the luggage.

“Huh? knight? Did something happen by any chance?”

“... that's not it. To put it bluntly...

The knight seemed hesitant, then gave advice to the young peddler with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

“The crops won’t sell that much this year, so I don’t think it’s good to expect too much.”

“yes?”

At this time, he did not understand the meaning of the advice in this article.

No, he might have realized it here if he had looked at the luggage of the other peddlers leaving here, but he couldn't imagine what would happen after this.

Den Linell, a young peddler.

Unfortunately, it was only after he arrived at Arnil Trading Company, his main customer, that he realized the full-scale identity of the ominous.

The store, which recently opened on Ainrest Street, which has acquired quite a bit of wealth, has recently increased its size, changed its name to Arnil Store, and has established itself as one of the pillars of the business.

In particular, there was little tyranny by territorial power or monopoly like other trade associations. Young peddlers like Den do business with this place quite often.

“... What the hell is this price?”

However, this time, Den was not in the watermelon to be stunned for the first time while dealing with Arnil Corporation.

“I understand your bewilderment.”

The young merchant who was about to fall into panic was comforted by a merchant belonging to the trading association looking at him as if he felt sorry for him.

It was because the purchase price of the crops brought by this young trader at Sanghoe was lower than expected.

“Didn’t you pay five times more than this last year?”

“Of course, the quality of the crops you brought is excellent, and it was worth that much back then.”

“The quality never goes down this year.”

Farming conditions in the south were more bountiful than last year.

It's been about a month since the harvest, but the barley he brought was still fresh.

“That's not it. Hmm... Judging from the reaction, it seems that you didn't know.”

He sighed as if he was sorry.

“Fahilia was quite good this year too.”

“What does that mean?”

Den was bewildered.

bumper crop? What do you mean?

He also knows that there is farming here as well.

However, the yield of crops is never high enough to be appropriate with the word “plentiful harvest”.

If you compare the barley produced here with the barley imported from the south, the eggs are twice as small and the quality is poor.

But what a bountiful harvest.