Dream Life

Two and a half years passed and we celebrated the spring of 310 Calendar Tria.

The reform plan I worked on has taken root well and life in the village of Rasmore has only become a little richer.

For soap, besides the Musgrave Chamber of Commerce, five chambers of commerce purchased manufacturing methods, resulting in revenues of 200,000 C (krona) (= about 200 million yen).

Initially, the Musgrave Chamber of Commerce seemed to be trying to spread rumors that it had acquired the method exclusively, as I had expected. Because I took the lead, the rumor later took the form of denial, and a few months later, the Musgrave Chamber of Commerce seems to have lost a lot of credibility as a merchant.

As for the soap method, as I mentioned earlier, it has been sold to a total of six companies.

This is also what I expected, and Nicholas and others have said that resale of the method should not be prohibited, but I didn't think they would have to worry about reselling the method to their peers.

The reason is simple. Selling the method in the village of Rasmore is a rumor. Since our village has declared that it will not compete, I can predict that it will correctly communicate the manufacturing method. However, it is possible that the vendors who bought earlier - such as the Musgrave Chamber of Commerce - will only teach us how to make deteriorated versions thinking about the future because they will increase their competitors. Rumors are also circulating about how much the first Musgrave Chamber of Commerce bought it for.

New entrants will also doubt the quality if the Musgrave Chamber of Commerce, which bought them first, resells them at a low price, and if they resell them at a high price, they will have to buy them in the village of Rasmore.

If there was a vendor who wanted to buy it at a lower price even if it was somewhat of a loss in quality, they would create a rival for the seller on terms more favourable to them - with less initial investment. Furthermore, the flow of poor quality goods to the market reduces the overall value of the goods and results in lower prices. So unless that vendor is quite chopped up, you don't have to think about reselling it.

In a few years, the technology will be diffused, but I dare not put the anti-resale clause in the contract because I think it would be enough to make money in the early days. The reason I didn't monopolize soap making in the first place was because I feared the intervention of a supplier in Teito, and I think it would be safer for me to spread it just now.

As a matter of fact, it takes several months because it is necessary to plant it up to the drying process to learn how to make soap. This time again, before the Musgrave Chamber of Commerce craftsmen mastered the technology, the next vendor came, so they didn't have to worry about reselling it.

In addition to cash, the village's cultural level has risen considerably due to the sale of soap-making methods, which included time-measured magic items (watches) and textbooks, as well as specialty books, tools and cookware.

The clock is loaned with the bell to Gordon's house as the village's face, making the bell ring every two hours, from six in the morning to eight in the evening. I thought Gordon would be bothered, but I was thrilled to be given a valuable magic item. Apparently I had no problem at all with being proud to have been given an important job.

Knowledge of the time by the bell had a secondary effect.

Farmers' productivity per hour has improved.

There are other reasons, such as the introduction of wheeled weights, etc., but the same methods of farming such as pruning have also become more efficient. After all, people may be able to concentrate when they know the time to be targeted.

The public baths, built with my father's permission, became quite large with tubs the size of which the fifteen could put in. Initially, there was only one bathtub, but bathing has boomed among the villagers, adding more bathtubs and dividing them into male and female water.

This is a public bath, but I thought it couldn't be made in the same way as the tub I made for trial, in my earthly attribute magic, and at first I thought about making cement and making a tub out of it.

It's that cement, but I try to mix the raw lime, sand and water, but it doesn't cement well. At the point of adding water to the raw lime, it got hot and nearly burned again and again.

I thought the ingredients were different and I tried everything, but the concrete used by the Romans, “Roman Concrete”, could not be reproduced at last.

I remember using gray volcanic ash or light stone in a slight memory, but there was no volcanic ash itself around here, and I couldn't think of anything to replace it.

I have no choice but to dig a hole in the ground for the tub, lay a stone on the dirt, and replace my magic with mortar to fill the gap. It was built somewhat like a rock bath, and it worked, but the installation of drains and other things was very cumbersome. Still, it was considerably more magical (MP) saving than making from stone, and the tub was completed in about three months. Plus, I built a sink and a water storage tank for the sink, so my soil attributes were up all at once.

The boiler asked Dwarf's blacksmith Beltram to make it and set up a large cauldron. Since the circulation function could not be attached, it was not the type to cook, but the type to refill the water. I am wondering if I can substitute it with demonic props in the future, but it will be a match for cost.

With the spread to the villagers, but in the beginning I didn't know how to take a bath and the water was dirty immediately. Several coaching sessions have improved manners considerably, and it seems that the number of users has increased accordingly. It may also have helped to improve manners by ensuring that the management of bathing areas, such as cleaning, was dispatched in turn from each district.

For the population of five hundred, I think it is small, but by devising time zones, it is also possible to bathe every few days. Thanks to this, the villagers look pretty clean compared to the first time I visited them.

I thought the drainage of the bath would affect the water quality of the waterway, but there is no noticeable dirt from the increased drainage from the pond and the increased dilution rate. Garbage, such as hair, does not cause garbage to float in the drainage waterway due to the installation of several monkeys in the drainage line and a sedimentation tank for drainage. Well, if you actually measure biological oxygen demand (BOD) or something, it should be somewhat worse.

In that regard, the water flowing in from the pasture on a rainy day in the first place should be more melting and dirtier livestock manure. Some people in Japan would get angry with their eyeballs, but such people don't complain about car wash drainage for some reason. I don't care, but it's strange how the car feels dirtier than the human body. I am not saying that natural materials are universal, but I believe that if the population today can run dirty water with soap from natural materials, it can be within the tolerance of natural decomposition due to its full dilution effect.

The introduction of wheeled weights has considerably increased the productivity of the villagers and has begun to open the western side of the previously abandoned Kanga Hill and even the eastern woods. The wheeled weight is gradually improved by the hands of the farmers, so little prototype shadow remains.

The hygiene of the villagers improved considerably due to the introduction of bathrooms and soaps.

Effects such as improved hygiene, restricted intake of raw water, and more thorough cleaning of dishes and cooking utensils have led to a gradual decline in infant mortality without any major outbreaks of plague.

Causality is unknown, but the year after bathing in public baths boomed, the figure of a pregnant woman became more prominent in the village. Wife cleaned by bathing (husband?) to her husband (wife?) may have fallen back in love.

For this reason, the population of the village of Rasmore is likely to increase at once. The population, which was flat at around five hundred, is gradually increasing. Twenty years from now, the population is likely to double.

Liddy and Kate's patrol class is pretty effective.

I don't know the exact definition of literacy rates, but before I started educating, the percentage of people who could read and write letters to some extent was less than ten percent. In the last three years, however, that percentage has exceeded thirty percent.

Still, to the point of being able to read and write simple texts, they say it's an amazing literacy rate in a small village on the edge.

I will continue patrol classes in the future, but I think I can build a school if I'm in good shape.

About maple syrup and honey, but maple syrup continues to be produced only in small quantities at the beginning of spring. I have also tried making xylitol from birch sap, but it is less sweet for the hassle, so I am going to stop manufacturing it once beekeeping is in full swing. Well, if cavities start to fashion, I might resurrect them.

Beekeepers have not yet reached full success.

Bees were happy in the beekeeping bin in the first year, but failed to collect honey, wiping out the nest altogether. For once, I collected it with a simple hand-wound centrifuge, but for some reason the bees were gone, whether that wasn't the right time or not.

In the second year, bees nested in two beekeeping boxes. In order to take advantage of the reflections of the previous year, it was decided to transform the collection of honey from centrifugation to natural fallout and to collect honey only during more flowery periods, and we saw a uniform success. However, winter temperature control failed and the two nesting boxes were wiped out.

And there was also a bee in the two hive boxes this spring.

I want to use my reflections up to last year and manage to stay connected until next year.

At the end of the day, it's a distilled liquor brewery that I put the most effort into, but in addition to surplus grain production, I buy a good deal of grain into it when the neighboring villages were abundant.

For this reason, an additional distiller is also installed, four distillers are fully operational and distilled, with nearly two hundred barrels of distilled liquor sleeping.

Since Scott's brewery vault has become narrow, a brick warehouse has been built and stored near the woods east of Kanga Hill.

At first I tried to dig a tunnel and store it there, but to consume more magic than I thought, I had a brick built and a warehouse built. I actively invested these funds because I believe they are profits from the sale of soap making but can return in the future.

It's a brick warehouse, but because it looks considerably more splendid than the wooden mansion on the hill, there's happenings like a first-time visitor heading that way.

About myself, but I'm almost eight. He has also grown tall and grown from a toddler to a boy-like shape. The magic level rises to eighteen earthly attributes, and Liddy tells me that he is another mage.

As for swordsmanship, however, since the age of six, there has been a difference between the professional level, the level of swordsman, and the skill level, the level of swordsmanship.

Currently Swordsman Level XII, but Skill Level XV. Skills are mostly the skill of a common soldier. And for the most talented evasion, you will reach skill level twenty and will receive little attack in mock warfare with Mel or Dan.

Other throws and fights also provide voluntary training, both at skill level V. Both skills are slow to rise due to the lack of mentors and the focus on training the main swordsmanship.

About the family, but my brother Theo and my sister Serra are very busy in the mansion with a decent platter. It's hard to follow, but I'm starting to remember the words, and the two curious opponents are having a hard time.

Starting with my grandfather, my family is all well and my brother or sister is due this fall.

The squire remains the same, and Enos and Gene have had their second child last year.

Daughter of Walt and Molly, Tricia married Will Keegan, a young man of the same age village, two years ago. Will said promising young men and grandfathers were on the lookout among the vigilantes, and are being set up by their squire on the occasion of their marriage to Tricia.

Because Tricia got married, Walt and Molly lived in the mansion and Walt's house became Will and Tricia's new home.

In just about three years, there were quite a few more people in this Hall Hill.

But tomorrow, April 2nd, there will be those who will follow this mansion hill.

This is my brother Rodrick.

My brother turned twelve the other day. That's why I'm joining the Knights of the Raswell Border Uncle, which has been the subject of conversation for a long time.

Since my birthday three years ago, my brother has worked hard, with sixteen swordsman levels and twenty-two skill levels. When I ask my grandfather, he says it is rare that even an adult 15-year-old squire has reached a vocational level of fifteen. Among the Knights' apprenticeships, he should be resistant to dantotsu, and his grandfather was pushing his heartbeat that he was stronger than an eighteen-year-old New American knight if he was only physically capable.

Still, my brother doesn't break his humble attitude.

From what I can tell, he's a very honest good boy, because he grew up in a tough environment or without a period of disobedience, but from now on, I'm worried he'll be able to do it in the Knights I don't even know.

It's quite a second one, similar in appearance to my father, and I wonder if I might get a knockout from my buddies because of my sword arm and appearance.

When I tell my grandfather about it, he laughs and says, "It's not okay."

"Rod has goals to aim for. Men like that are strong. Besides, the Knights do, but if people get together, they'll be born. Whatever you do, it'll be a good experience for Rod."

(Speaking of twelve, it would be six years of elementary school or one year of secondary school. So if there's bullying in my dorm life, I don't think so. I'm sure you know the neighborhood...)

I couldn't hide my anxiety, and my grandfather kept talking.

"Whatever it is, something that crumbles to that extent doesn't deserve a Lockhart family man. Rod tells me to do it back if I get hit. I don't want them wearing umbrellas."

(Isn't that just yummy? Even if your boss is dating Uncle Borderline, he must also have a son of a nobleman with a title... I'm getting seriously worried)

I'm going after my grandfather and I'm going under my brother.

My brother was preparing to leave in his room.

When I called out, I immediately stopped my hand and said, "What's up?" He asks. I was worried about how to speak up.

"Eh, good luck with the Knights. Then, I really shouldn't take what your uncle said..."

My brother laughed heavily and said, "If you get hit, do it back."

"Yes, when it comes to the Knights, relationships are complicated, so you might be told a lot at first, but make friends..."

I didn't know what to say, I was talking about a mess and an unexplained story.

"I'm fine. At least I'm not going to lose to anyone. I need to be able to protect you and the child you say God sent. You have to be strong for that. You can't lose the Knights' apprenticeship."

My brother has spoken to me that way with a bulky look.

(Your brother is growing up, too. This might be ok but I'm still worried)

"Besides, I'm going to pull you apart once and for all. You can't beat your younger brother in a mock fight because you're embarrassed to be my older brother."

I do have twenty dodging skills, so you can fight to a pretty good point if you focus on dodging. Exactly. Physically, I'm overwhelmingly losing, so I'm not able to win the battle, but I guess I won't allow myself to hold out as my brother.

"Okay. I'll do my best to keep my brother from pulling me away, too. Take care of yourself, brother."

If I try to leave my brother's room,

"You can use this room. I'm not coming back until I'm in the squad captain class."

to my brother's extraordinary determination. "Okay. Let me do that," he lowered his head and left the room behind.

The next day, with my father, my brother set out for Welburn, the capital of the Raswell Frontier Bo Dynasty.

Welburn is a city in the northern part of the Caerm Empire, about two hundred and fifty km further west of the academic city of Doctus. Since there are about five hundred and fifty km from the village of Rasmore, it takes more than half a month even for a horse. Looks like my father greeted Uncle Raswell and decided to send him a brother. Will, who has become a new squire, is also allowed to accompany him on the grounds of spreading sight and hearing.

When my brother and father leave, I feel like the house has grown bigger at once.

On departure, Theo and Serra begin to cry when they hear that their brother will be gone, and Molly is also caught by it and in tears.

My eyes got a little hot, too, but I endured that tears were not necessary for my brother's doorstep.

(You're still lonely. My family travels away. Also, even if I know I'll be back, I can't share the time I have now... what does your mother think?

My mother's condition has remained the same, and I can only say I'm sorry that I couldn't follow her.

"Rod will grow up in Wellburn, too. I would have followed you with me if I hadn't had kids in my stomach."

"Don't you miss your mother? I heard the Knights won't be able to return home for at least two years."

My mother lays her eyes down a little, but soon she smiles.

"Right. I miss you. But he's a boy, so one day he'll leave his mother's hand. Neither do you. I should be traveling in a few more years...... but I'll be back sometime. I don't miss you so much because I know that."

My mother seemed pretty strong to me, but I've probably been prepared since I came to the knight's house to marry her.

At dinner that day, my brother's sitting chair is so empty that I can't help but notice. There must have been a brother in my memory. My father has never been at work or anything, but he has never been anywhere before. Maybe it's odd that I feel lonely when I'm a good year old and only 12 year old boy is gone. But I guess that's proof that I'm a family member in this house.

Maybe my grandfather raps more than usual because he thinks the same way I do.

I talked to Liddy that night.

She's broken up with her family, too, and she's here. Plus, I've met a lot of people in my life so far, and I'm breaking up.

I wanted to hear her opinion.

"Your brother's gone."

"Right. But I'll see you soon. If you're alive, one day you'll have to."

I thought you were talking to cheer me up, and I'm talking to you the same way I always do.

"If I die, I won't see you, but if I live, no matter where I am, I can see you. Yes, if you live..."

You're remembering the old days, it was turning into something I'd tell myself.

"Right. Your brother would come back alive. Be strong, too."

"That's right. This is where Rod goes home."

Liddy catches me and says, "Zach, your return is mine" and hugs me.

I was thinking about the future, saying, "Right."

(I'll be out of here in the near future too, yes, within a few years. It's so cozy that I think I can stay here all the time, but then I call disaster on this village. I don't know when I'll meet the Destiny Child, but I'm certain I will. If so, I need to be empowered to make more choices)

May 15.

My father and his squire Will have returned safely from Wellburn on the Raswell Frontier Uncle.

Now the father's seat at the table was filled.

But I really look at my empty brother's seat.