Seiun wo Kakeru

Twelve. Negotiations are over.

When the village chief arrived in the negotiating role, nature and Franco's attitude changed.

Previously on high pressure, let's talk about it.

The way you sit at the table, the way you use your gaze, the way your voice changes.

I realized I hadn't put myself on the equal table yet, and Age felt depressed.

But that doesn't end there.

If it's not enough for you, just learn and add it.

Didn't Bona say that too? He said the battle was in the second and third years.

Age concentrates and turns a deaf ear to the negotiations between them.

The negotiations between the two began in a quieter tone, suppressed than usual by the village chief.

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

"Let's hear it."

"I checked it out. You know best, but this guy is awesome. Build new things to help."

"Sounds like it. Have you been in the village for six months?"

"Bye. So I ask you, Lord, do you think you can afford to build something new with high taxes and inability to move around?

"You'll be able to reduce the burden by being creative."

"Age has taken on everything from sourcing raw materials to manufacturing and processing. At the very least, we need an environment where we can focus on making people."

Franco pushes silence on the village chief's words.

Was it a story you didn't want to include, as a condition of negotiation?

Franco opens his mouth for a while.

"If you come to town, I'll put a few people downstairs."

"Age is not a part of this village. You think I'll forgive you, huh? Can't imagine what would happen if I forgive you?

- Bona kicked it.

What will happen?

It's like I can't even imagine.

For Age, who questioned him, the next village chief's words ran out of surprise.

The village chief gives Age his gaze and tells him to listen carefully.

"Tied to the town and forced labor. I can't let you go back to this village, so I'll give you a convenient report in a message and force Tania to stay away from you. Of course, Age, I'm sure you'll report to the Lord that you've come to the brink of separation from the other side."

"Oh, so that's the reality? Won't you find out first?

"Age, your lord is young. No, you just don't understand your worth yet."

To Age, who denies it's impossible, the village chief returns it with a smiley face.

When I saw the look on my face that I didn't understand, I also realized Agee.

This guy is serious.

I feel the unspeakable cold running through my spine and my pores widening.

I'm scared and above all I don't understand.

It was an incredible feeling that “technology” was so valuable by then.

The idea of a village chief or Franco is as incompatible with Age's values.

"They'll do it. Of course not, but the words skillfully move to create a situation. I'll do it. And flying to other villages. How do we know the truth?"

"You have trouble being talked about in your imagination. Age, please feel safe. It's okay. Definitely not."

"You can do it even if you want to. That's it, and I won't shut the fuck up. That's why there's gonna be a fight."

"That's why I'm saying it's an impossible delusion."

The village of Siena has a population of 250. In contrast, the town of Nazioni, with its lords, is about 400.

There is no such thing as an overwhelming difference.

It is only ever turning to the dominant side due to the difference in technical ability to hold bronze blacksmiths that it jeopardizes Age, who can handle iron making, a new technology.

And the village chief told Age that we wanted to keep them beside ourselves if we could.

"If we tie it halfway, we won't be able to afford to make those new things. Don't you think it would be much more beneficial to increase freedom and make things useful?"

"Let's admit it. But that's only if he's guaranteed to be able to make something really new"

"Age."

"Yes."

"Lord, do you have any other ideas you can make?

I also found out what answers the village chief expects from Age.

And by that answer, even with regard to the constraints that you are imposed.

"Well, if it's fine"

"What comes to mind right now?"

"Now... what I thought was needed in the village was a hoof (when)"

"Horseshoe? What is that? Let me ask you more."

"Is that a shoe made of iron to be worn on the horse's feet? It protects your hooves and makes it hard to get hurt."

Wild horses have stiff hooves and are not easily injured, but horses kept as livestock have soft hooves and become easily injured.

Besides ploughing and towing luggage cars, the hooves are more susceptible to wear.

During his life in the village of Siena, it was the hoof that came to his mind when he heard the farmer Bernardo bogged down when his precious horse quickly weakened.

Of course, there's no guarantee anywhere that you can get good stuff done right away because you made it.

There used to be a large number of professions called hoof blacksmiths.

It was a tool that required so much advanced technology.

It will vary depending on shape, thickness, etc., and the ease of walking will vary.

But that's something you can rebuild immediately. All you have to do is improve your technology in the process.

To Age's words, the village chief nodded deeply that he had my will.

"In this way, I just ask a few questions and come up with something new. This is more evidence than anything."

"... you have to admit. Mr. Age."

"Yes."

"When you make something new, there's only one thing, right?

"To try, you make some patterns"

"Then pay it as a tax."

"That's not going to change the rate."

"The burden will be reduced. I need you to listen to what I have to say."

"Ugh..."

"Oh, of course, if it's a very hassle-free trinket, you'll have a certain amount."

This tax mechanism, indeed, ensures that new technologies are available.

At the same time, if Age makes more than three numbers, it will also be possible to reduce the tax rate naturally.

Compared to previous stories, it didn't seem bad to Age.

"And one more thing"

"Do you still have it?

"This one is also important. Paying taxes doesn't mean you can make and pay anything. If you are a farmer, you should specify wheat so that the pastoralist can deliver cheese, meat, manure, fur, etc."

"It's... I know"

It's a society made up of barter.

If the monetary system had been established, it would be convenient to pay in money, but that is not the reason.

Then it will only take food, and it will take time to replace it again.

I guess that means that if you tax the specialties for each village, you'll have to do the least of that.

"That's why, apart from the inventions, I gave Age 500. I'll have ten spear tips delivered."

"Whatever... I refuse spear tips"

"Why?"

"I don't want to make tools that take people's lives."

"But isn't it possible to kill a man with an axe or an axe? Why is it good?"

"We are making a coyote in the village because it can be used for hunting. These are not intended for war. I understand that anything can be a weapon depending on the user, but I still want to make something that enriches my life."

This was the only condition that I could not give in.

I know that many blacksmiths have struck knives, armor, and guns in Age's known history.

But ever since I was born, I've always struck iron watching people smile.

It is also the figure of a father who dreamed loudly.

As he bumps his will, Age looks into Franco's eyes.

Now I won't distract you.

"You can use it to keep you safe, too, right?

"Still, weapons are weapons"

Silence lasted for a while.

I'm not going to bend it.

Worst case scenario, I could be in a bad position with my eyes on me.

On the contrary, it may be life-threatening.

Even if it seemed like an analogy, there was something I couldn't give away.

"Ha... you can't beat being ready to give up your life. Now, just the same for a spear, not a spear."

"Be selfish and smile. I can't give up all this."

Swing it around and it will be a vicious weapon.

But as an age, I couldn't have suspected that much either.

Because if you think about how to use it from the start, you won't be able to make any objects.

"And make sure you can make a lot of soap. Because it's too rare and the replacement ratio is too high, and if it's effective at preventing the plague, it's absolutely necessary. This is something I can tell you too, Mayor."

"Let's promise to cooperate as a village. I'll have the wheat ratio reduced for that."

"You can't lose as much weight as the replacement ratio, but we'll make sure you discount it"

We talked.

Franco got the new technology, the iron clay, and the clay clay.

Moreover, there will be no secondment of the personnel first presented here.

If you make Franco, who does not originally have an overwhelming system of domination, it could be described as an excellent achievement.

Later details will pack the negotiations between the village chief and Franco.

In the end, Age didn't know much about the secrets of negotiation.

Above all, the values are too different to rub off.

The only thing that was clear was that they would be drunk in negotiations unless they clearly put out their will.

Really, I can't lift my head to the villager who did it.

Afterwards, when the negotiations were over, he dispensed with the liquor of friendship.

Franco was not nervous until earlier, but rather shattered.

The village chief is also relaxing his tough posture and launching a welcoming attitude.

This is also a negotiating occasion.

Franco travels around the village one day tomorrow to see the changes in the harvest, etc., before moving to another village again.

They say they look around twice to three times a year, so they make up about half of the year with travel and accommodation.

Talk to me, I also had a side of a normal man, sad to not see his wife and children.

After Franco returned to his room, Age, who tried to return in the same way, was stopped by the village chief.

"Thank you for your hard work today. I thought you were back from the deal, and all of a sudden you were surprised at this negotiation."

"I really am. I don't know if he's a tax collector or a supervisor. I regret it, but I couldn't stand my teeth at all."

"That's okay. As I said at the beginning, we need to gain experience now. Well, he's regrettable, but smart. Make us look like we've made concessions today, and we'll make sure our purpose is fulfilled."

"Really?

"Uhm. Standing around not to be defied by Wasilla, only taking taxes well. He's a tough guy. Well, I'm not going to stay like this either. We're going to try to put ourselves on an equal footing."

To do so, we conclude by moving forward with development and by creating an environment in which we cannot speak of raising taxes.

Apparently it wasn't a mistake for Age to think it would be an excellent achievement.

"It's important to prepare for the negotiations and poke at the other party's mistakes. I wasn't ready this time, and Franco never let me slip my mouth, but let me talk as much as possible and poke at contradictions and weaknesses."

"Isn't it hard to communicate like that instantly?

"I'm used to everything. I used to get used to it when I was younger."

That seems to be the end of the instruction on the negotiations.

A little silence ensued, but the village chief, speaking of which, expressed his doubts with his body.

"Lord, you haven't come back with a clear memory yet?

"Some of it's back, but the rest is clear."

"Right...... Come tomorrow after noon. I want to show you something."

"Do you want to show me something?

"Uhm. It'll probably help my memory go back"

To the mayor of the village, who gave him a harsh look, Age leaned his neck inside.

Something about my memory, something I want to show you.

I can't imagine what the hell it is.