The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

I helped with the field work in the morning and from noon I helped with the wood dust work.

Hanging is hard in today's body.

but it looks like my muscle mass has increased thanks to

Cutting a tree was also visibly faster.

I finally cut one before.

Now I can cut two bottles at my leisure without magic.

Especially woody training, there's something to keep an eye on.

I tend to have eyes on my upper body, but this training helps to build balance in my lower body.

No matter how much you shake with your hips, if the foundation (Kahanshin) is not firmly stomped, it will not convey the power to the tree well.

She showed her legs to the wood dust, but her flatulence was developing abnormally.

When it comes to impact, it's probably because you're treading hard.

Could be this wood dust.

If I let him have the sword, he could be a good swordsman.

Finish cutting the last one today.

Phew, he exhaled and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"You! What to do!!

There was anger behind my back again.

That's the voice I heard somewhere.

Looking back, the guide Bassack stood.

My face is red like molten iron.

"What are you doing, kid!

What... I'm cutting a tree...

"This is my land. I won't allow you to cut a tree on your own!!

Yeah? Isn't that strange?

It is my father, Luxor, who is ruling this territory.

Essentially, the inhabitants are renting land from Luxor, and places such as forests and rivers have become property shared by the inhabitants.

It was strange to argue that Bassac belonged to me, no matter how I saw it.

"Russell. Sorry, I can't cut that tree over there."

There comes a rush of wood dust.

Bassack looked at the wood dust and slapped his head.

"It's up to me to let my kids cut my tree."

"Su, excuse me"

"As a punishment, I'll deduct the cost of the cut tree from your earnings."

"Oh, no -"

"This is why [the villagers] can use it."

Without excuse, Bassack has gone somewhere.

He looks as great as ever.

The other day, with a leak, the men of the people were in charge.

They've already forgotten that ugliness.

But again [villagers]......

Something that discriminates so much just because you can't use magic?

Now this woodcutter is doing his job for good even though he can't even use magic.

Just because it's a profession [villager], I don't think you can blame me...

The wooden dust had dropped its shoulders disappointingly.

"Sorry about the woody uncle"

"Oh. That's okay. I'm sorry my uncle didn't explain it. This land across the river belongs to Mr. Bassack."

There are streams flowing in the mountains, and they have different landowners on both shores.

On the other hand, they say it belongs to Bassac.

No......

It would be strange to insist on the mountains of territory as your own in the first place.

"You don't know Russell yet. Mr. Bassack was originally a landlord around here."

Nevertheless, they don't even have a land statement.

Bassack is just insisting on it on his own.

Luxor, who has become noble and shallow in such a land, has come as a lord......

I see. Trouble is visible.

I'm talking about your favorite luxor.

Reluctant to call yourself a landlord, I guess I can't say it strongly.

Bassac, on the contrary, just grows.

I also started to decide the price of buying the tree myself.

There are also rumours that they let timber dealers hold the gold and keep a few percent of their sales in their nostalgia.

It's just the king of the mountains.

"Tomorrow is fine, but how do I live from next month?

The wood dust holds its head.

Then I offered you one white flower.

These are wildflowers that are not rare in this mountain.

"Thank you, Russell. You're consoling my uncle."

Pick up a flower from a child's hand.

Looking at the bright white wildflowers, the wood dust suddenly cried out.

Then I take my hand gently.

"Uncle, think you've been fooled and sell these flowers to the pharmacy."

"Huh?"

"'Cause I'm sure they'll sell higher than cutting trees"

I smiled as childish as I could.

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Night...

The lights of Stark's house go out.

The whole territory calmed down, and I heard the sound of bugs and a slight breath of sleep.

In the meantime, there was only one house with a light on.

It's Bassack's house.

Only the former locals, about the size of the Stark family mansion.

There was a carriage stopped at that front door.

I pinch a lamp of one light, and the bassack and the man wearing the hood at the depth of his eyes are facing each other.

"This is the advance."

The man offers a bag.

Bassack confirmed that there was a large quantity of gold in it.

When I laugh niggardly, I squeal like this.

"Sure..."

"Are you sure it's okay to sell it?

"The lord here is made of muscle to the brain. I don't like this kind of thing."

"I heard you were a former Knight Commander..."

"Originally, that mountain was mine. What's wrong with me selling my land?

Ridiculous.

What the two of you are talking about - Bassac insists it belongs to him - is talking about buying and selling land.

Bassack was trying to sneak up on selling the land where people weren't looking.

Of course, it's illegal.

"By the way, you guys...... What the hell are we gonna do on that land? I used to say things that were difficult like cockroaches..."

"You don't have to know."

When the man threw up, he left the house intact.

The carriage moves out in a hurry.

The winding dust swayed the white flowers that were blooming on the side.

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A few days later.

I used to cut trees, like I always do.

There comes the example wood dust in an excited way.

"Russell! Thanks! Those flowers...... For some reason, it sold at a very high price."

"Good for you, uncle"

"That was magic grass, wasn't it? You knew that a lot. You're [a villager], aren't you? I can't use the magic of [Scholar (Professor)] 's appraisal..."

"I just happened to remember seeing it in the drawings."

"By the way, what does that magic grass do?

"I think you'll find out soon enough."

The wood dust tilts its neck.

Then an artillery called Don stuck to the territory.

Speaking of which, today was the consular council.

A territorial council is a place where residents meet once a month for meetings.

Being in trouble in life. Incidents outside the territory, etc., are spoken of.

Decisions made by the territorial committee must always be respected and legally guaranteed.

While there was a role like that of Parliament, there was also a role as a court that also decided on the treatment of sinful things, etc.

Me and the wooden dust head to the territorial square.

The inhabitants had already gathered.

The facilitator is Luxor, the lord.

In his hand, a white flower is gripped.

"Isn't that magic grass? How could the lord..."

Wood dust tilts his neck.

In no time, the territorial committee began.

The voice of Luxor echoes into the territory in good spirits.

"Quickly, everyone. Unfortunately, a serious treachery has appeared among our people"

Many inhabitants bother with noisy cutouts.

Then Luxor stood before the man.

Bassack.

The killer is in a situation like they say you are.

Yet my stubborn father doesn't make it slight.

He glanced back at Luxor, a former knight, as if he were a tiger.

He's a big old man......

"Mr. Bassack. I know you're from around here. So I've been taking a big look at you, too. But I can't forgive you this time."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Luxor?"

Soothe.

I started to flaunt my ear shit, as if I were even provoking.

Luxor exhales.

It's like cooling down the anger once.

Then list the example flowers.

I put magic through the magic grass.

"The lord here is made of muscle all the way to the brain. I don't like this kind of thing. '

Bassack's face froze in an instant.

Naturally.

I heard it from the flowers because it was undoubtedly my voice.

The inhabitants who were listening were also surprised.

Some get angry at words that insult their lords and get up.

Further words continue.

"Originally, that mountain was mine. What's wrong with me selling my land?

The decisive words echo.

The realm council passed through anger and quietly returned.

In it, only the voice of Luxor sounds good.

"When this gives you magic when it comes to hissohissograss, you have the ability to re-voice the human voice you hear. It is used in Wangdu to collect paperwork. I used it during the Knights too. Even so, until Russell taught me, I didn't know the magic grass was growing all over the territory."

My gaze gathers.

I didn't know how to react and gave him a bad smile for now.

But one step before that.

Bassac's roaring voice echoes across a small territory.

"That's cod! Mr Luxor...... You're saying that because I'm blind, right? You just want to involve the people and make me a private prisoner."

"Private sentencing is no such thing..."

Bassack is clearly strong.

Then what about this?

I practice magic in my body.

All the magic was released at once.

Then it reacts all the hissohisso grass in the territory.

What followed was the voices of the inhabitants.

"It's a beautiful day."

"Russell, you're good."

"You want to buy this land?

'Ha... It's hot today. Drinking. "

'... So, how much do you want out?

"For our kakumei boar......"

I heard people from all over.

Of course, so is Bassac's voice.

Because he has a louder voice than any other inhabitant, I can tell right away.

The contents were all about selling the land.

That Bassack looks speechless, too.

Slip off the chair you were sitting in, keeping your mouth open sloppily.

It was Luxor who showed up before that.

It's raising my anger.

I've never seen a father with such a scary face.

"Mr. Bassack, this territory is not my land. This is the land I owe the king. Its ownership is in the country and in the king. You disobeyed the king. Clear treason."

From the sheath I was lowering to my waist, I pull out the plush and sword.

Very temperamental.

I'm not Russell's father.

There he is, the Knight Commander, Luxor.

"Hino... Hi-no-no!!

Bassack finally screamed.

With that sword in mind, there is not a single pile of shrewd inhabitants.

Not surprisingly, Bassack bowed his head.

Rub your forehead and beg forgiveness.

"Ha, please, Luxor. Yes, no... Lord! I don't sell land. I'm also going to give back the advance I got. So... only life... Or give me a break."

"There are conditions. Testifying to the Wang Capital's gendarmerie who made the deal with you. Opening your land to dust. I'll let you change the lumber dealer."

"Wow, okay."

With a toothpick, Bassack drank all the terms.

Cheers from the people.

The wood dust I was watching next door took my hand.

"Wow, Russell. You're free to cut that mountain tree."

"You don't even get caught."

"Oh...... Nevertheless, I wonder why the hissohisso grass suddenly spoke out earlier. Russell, what have you done?

"No way...... I'm [a villager]."

I clasped my shoulders.

The bone broke to fill the entire territory with magic, but it worked.

Parallel to muscle mass training, magic releases also seem to be growing well.

Maybe it's about time.

Next up is practical training.