Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

Episode 634: Reconstruction (3)

There is correlation A.

This is a boss who has ordered heavy work and has not shown his face for over half a year. That boss came back after a long time and brought back 8,712 pieces of work.

How do subordinates feel at this time?

The answer to the above question can be seen through the expression on Shavin Emour’s face as he stands before me.

Hands trembling.

Eyes fixed on one spot by anger.

And….

‘Living…?’

How can ordinary people express this kind of life?

I can’t understand the English text at all, but…

“I… I’m going to stop now—.”

I hurriedly interrupted Shavin before the words were completed.

“Shavin! Just calm down for a moment! “Without you, our tribe will perish!”

“If this place is going to fail even if just one person is missing, wouldn’t it be better to fail already?”

Uh….

It’s definitely not wrong….

“Woah, what’s wrong with our relationship? “I’ve done a good job so far—.”

“So does that mean I didn’t treat you well?”

“No, I didn’t mean that…”

A family-like culture is also a characteristic of small and medium-sized businesses.

However, I immediately abandoned the method of persuasion through loyalty.

I knew better than anyone else what small and medium-sized companies experiencing a manpower shortage could do to solve their manpower shortage.

What is needed to catch those who are tired of the family-like culture and are about to leave is not moral words.

“double.”

“double?”

“Okay, I’ll give you double the salary you’ve been receiving so far!”

Shavin Emour’s cold expression cracks slightly upon hearing the news of the unprecedented salary increase.

“…That would change my mind—!”

It was time to insert the linkage device.

“I’m not just talking about the future!”

“…?”

“I will pay you twice as much for the time you suffered alone in the Holy Land while I was away!”

“…!!!”

The promise of an extraordinary performance bonus that makes even subordinates who had left their minds wide open.

“….”

He didn’t answer right away, perhaps because he was embarrassed, but when I saw his expression, I was completely disarmed.

Therefore, I didn’t fuss anymore and just waited quietly, giving it time, and Shavin slowly opened his mouth.

“…I will do it.”

A small voice that sounds like an ant crawling.

“what?”

“…I’ll take it! “That administrative secretary general position!”

Soon, Shavin shouted loudly as if he had made up his mind, and then blushed as if he was embarrassed.

And then he continued his story as if making excuses.

“Well… I’m now at the age where I have to prepare for marriage.”

It was a completely unexpected reason.

“Uh…”

…isn’t it too late to prepare?

I know that I will be turning 40 in a few years…

but I wonder if it is true in modern society where first marriages are delayed. In terms of this social era, it is too late.

“but.”

At that time, Amelia nodded as if she agreed.

“At that age, it’s time to start thinking about it.”

…Good thing you didn’t say anything.

***

Administrative Secretary-General Shavin Emoor.

As of today, her ability to hold the position of highest authority in the administrative and clerical field was real.

“I have some land that I have set up to sell next year. It would be possible to accommodate this number of people there. “It might be a little cramped.”

Shavin accommodated 8,712 refugees as if he had prepared in advance, making the moment when he decided to leave the company seem insignificant.

“The roof is a problem, but I have the materials prepared in advance, so I think the simple installation will be completed quickly.”

“It’s going to end soon? No matter what, there are only so many people. “Is it really possible?”

“Sure. Bjorn may not know much because he has been away for a long time, but… Barbarians are truly born workers. “It’s to the point where I think maybe I’m better at this job than the warrior job.”

“…what?”

As the leader of the Barbarian tribe, it was something that pushed some buttons, but I couldn’t help but be convinced by the result.

As if to prove that he is a warrior worth a thousand pounds.

“Behel—laaaaa!!”

Warriors who lift huge logs with a single breath of energy and then carry them alone.

“In the middle of there! The house is strong only when the center pillar is well placed! “Like our muscles!!”

They even have construction skills, as it is popular to build their own houses in sacred places.

Well, it’s nothing compared to a dwarf.

“there! “It’s crooked!”

“It’s a hassle, just stop!”

“good night!”

Is this the limit of birth?

The detail of the dwarves, who were universally recognized in metallurgy and architecture with their unique craftsmanship, could not be matched.

But…

“It’s fast, right?”

“I see…”

As all the barbarians in the Holy Land rushed in, it would be an understatement to say that the speed of work was crazy.

At this rate, it seems like all the simple huts that can accommodate refugees will be completed in just a few days.

‘Well, it seems like it was built so hastily that it will collapse in a year…’

But thanks to that, I realized one thing.

‘The Barbarian is good value for money…!’

No, I’m not saying it’s just good, this is just crazy.

Very, very cheap labor.

Nevertheless, he has the physical specifications to be able to feed several people by himself.

Also, above all….

‘I have no complaints.’

He even has a positive mindset that he just wants to draw even if he gets paid for it at a low price.

There was no reason to feel proud when Shavin said that he was a natural worker.

Because even those words were not enough.

I can say without a doubt that the barbarian warriors were the strongest workers of this era.

“Yandel.”

Just as I was getting goosebumps at the newly discovered possibilities, someone spoke from behind.

It was a familiar voice.

“…Rotmiller?”

“It’s been a while. “I tried to come by a long time ago, but you seemed busy.”

“Why are you in the Holy Land?”

I asked this out of genuine curiosity, but Rottmiller just asked back with a look in his eyes as if he had heard a strange noise.

“Isn’t it you, Yandel? “I asked you to pass on navigation skills to the young warriors of the Holy Land.”

“Ah…”

That’s right.

Me too…

“I’m sorry. “I’ve had so much work these days that I forgot about it for a while.”

“I understand completely, so you don’t have to apologize like that. “Didn’t you experience some big trouble this time too?”

“I would appreciate it if you said that, but… Anyway, then, have you been staying in the Holy Land ever since then?”

“Unless there is special business in the city. “Teaching my skills to young warriors was satisfying and suited my aptitude.”

“Oh really?”

“I’m not just saying this out loud, it’s true. It is so heartbreaking when people come back from the labyrinth alive thanks to the skills I taught them, and when they give me a piece of bread in return, saying that what I taught them was helpful…” At

that time, Rotmiller suddenly trailed off and cleared his throat with a slightly embarrassed expression. .

“Hmm! “Anyway, I’m leading a good life, so you don’t have to worry.”

“I see…?”

“Oh, and these days, even after finishing my work, I still have some spare time to help with administrative work.”

“Administrative work…?”

“It’s because Miss Emure is having a hard time. It’s hard to sit still and watch a younger friend suffer…”

“Huh? Shavin Emoore is… young…?”

“You didn’t know? He’s two years younger than me. Ah, of course age is not important. Even though she is two years younger than me, she is a woman who has achieved much more than me…”

Rottmiller said that and let out a somewhat self-deprecating laugh.

At that sight, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck my head.

‘…Did Shavin do anything to prepare for the wedding?’

That’s what I thought, but I didn’t do anything tactful, like ask what was going on.

You two will figure it out. Not even children.

“Oh, Yandel… Do you know anything about what happened to the Bifron area? “Everyone is anxious, even though they don’t show it.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll tell you later when I find out. “Right now, I don’t know anything.”

“I see…”

After chatting with Lotmiller for about 30 minutes about various things, Shavin Emoor came to see me.

“Bjorn…! uh? “Mr. Rotmiller was there too?”

“Nice to meet you. Miss Emure. “After completing the survey work I asked you to do yesterday, I met Yandel and had a chat while I was passing by.”

“Oh really? “Is the survey already finished?”

“There is no reason to delay. “I know very well that Miss Emure is busy.”

“Yes… I am always grateful. Mr. Rotmiller….”

Shavin Emoor covers his mouth and smiles like a young lady at Rottmiller’s words.

‘Sweet, I think there’s really something to this.’

My intuition as a warrior was telling me, but since it was none of my business, I just changed the subject.

“Shavin, so why did I come looking for you?”

“Oh, look at my mind. A letter arrived in the morning. “That’s three too.”

“Three?”

Once I received and checked the letters Shavin gave me, the senders were all different.

“One from the royal family, one from Melves…”

I don’t know what it is.

What on earth is this?

As I was thinking about it, the knowledgeable Shavin Emoor added an explanation.

“That seal represents a clan official document. “Given the timing, it is highly likely that the content is a guide to participation in tribal talks.”

“It’s a tribal meeting…”

Now that I think about it, there was an event like this.

A place where representatives of six races gather to hold talks.

Actually, I should have gone once a long time ago, but I ended up not being able to attend because I was unintentionally stuck in the basement for a long time.

“Was the meeting held while I was away?”

“no. I know it’s not open. “I heard that it was a tradition that everyone had to attend to make a place.”

“…Right.”

With my doubts resolved, I opened and read the remaining letters one by one.

Coincidentally, all of the letters contained official content, but if I were to summarize them one by one, it would be as follows.

1 Guide to granting permission to attend royal meetings.

2 Request for participation in Melves regular meeting.

3 Tribal conference agreement.

Is it because he is both a tribal leader and a baron?

Receiving these letters somehow makes me feel like a high-ranking politician.

…Strictly speaking, it’s not wrong.

“Wow….”

After checking the senders’ faces and the contents of the letter, Shavin let out an exclamation as if impressed, then looked at me and muttered in an odd tone.

“If you look at things like this, it’s clear that he’s a really great person…”

It seems like it’s a compliment, but it also has a nuance.

“What did you say just now?”

“no. Don’t say anything. “I’m just amazed that the person receiving this letter is in front of me.”

“…again.”

Feeling embarrassed for no reason, I focused again on the contents of the letter.

“So what are you going to do?”

“What are you doing?”

“We received letters that felt like invitations from three places. Are you all going to go?”

“I guess it has to be that way. “Because it’s all public.”

“Then where do you want to go from here?”

Ah, that.

Unfortunately, that’s not something I can decide.

“Well, let’s see what’s fastest…”

Soon, I picked up a letter.

“This is the fastest.”

It was an invitation to the regular meeting of Melves, the association of nobles of different races.

***

As it has been a long time since I returned to the city, there are so many things to do.

However, if I had to pick the one that needs to be resolved first, it would be this.

It’s not a quest that was originally planned, but…

[Make money using the refugees living in the Barbarian Holy Land.]

All the refugees have become my vassals.

And under royal law, it was impossible for vassals of noble families to make money by working two jobs.

Well, it’s possible to do it without them knowing…

but it’s impossible to make all 8,712 people work two jobs while we still have to be careful not to get caught by the royal family.

‘To pay taxes next year, we have to make a profit somehow…’

This is the biggest problem.

If I were a great nobleman who owned a business, I could have given them jobs by putting them there, but I’m not like that.

‘What should I do?’

Surprisingly, clues to such concerns were obtained from the regular Melves meeting attended to report survival.

“Ah, the next item on the agenda is about receiving orders for reconstruction work in Districts 7 and 13. As you all know, the royal family announced that it would select a total of three noble businesses and entrust them with reconstruction work.”

“….”

“It is clear that many noble families will participate in the order as there are enormous profits at stake, so we at Melves will select one family and provide support behind the scenes.”

“….”

“So, the Goldbeard family, which owns several construction-related businesses, is planning to participate in the bidding for the order. If no family has any objections, we will immediately vote for or against—.”

I uncrossed my arms and stood up.

“I have objection!”

Our family must win.

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