I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 765

Hmm, that's a mess.

"Looks like you're reinforcing a broken spot with [wall architecture]. There's a wall there that's still collapsing."

After leaving the variant early in the spring, we finally arrived in Orient Country.

It took longer than I thought.

It feels like spring is about to end and it will be a hot time.

It is a land pattern called the Kowloon Plain with a lot of rivers. It is somehow hot and painful because it has a slightly messy air.

With that in mind, he was talking to Elvis as he saw the Orient Country that had arrived.

Orient Country, an urban state, seemed to have surrounding agricultural land and mines as cities surrounded by walls on small hills.

The city on the hill was rough from the outside.

Perhaps the original wall collapsed after being attacked.

I was forced to fix it with a wall made of [wall architecture].

Maybe while fighting, the people on the scene used magic to build the wall.

There was an obvious deviation from the architecture that was conceived as a city.

If this is the place where Gran was born, who is also a master of manufacturing, I think there are many people who want to make it clean.

But maybe I can't afford to fix it clean.

"Well then, we'll come in first. So you can give this letter to someone named Banaj, Mr. Alphonse?

"Yes, please, Christina. It's a letter from Brother Ars, the king of the skies, so I think he'll accept mercenaries if he shows it."

"Okay. Leave it to me."

Christina came and spoke as she looked at the look of Orient Country.

Looks like we're ready.

Christina and other merchants are supposed to enter Orient first.

We had a few discussions before we got here, but first the merchants decided to come in and the mercenaries decided to wait outside.

I asked Banaj to give me a letter from my brother Ars and get someone to accept me from inside.

It also meant asking me to bring a merchant here as a Vulcan caravan merchant.

I hope you will testify that you are the least trustworthy of mercenaries without exposing them.

I decided to wait outside as I watched Christina enter the city.

"Are the merchants free citizens? Did Christina say that the bill of lading was proof of that, Sula?

"Exactly. Urban states are divided into the identities of the people who live there. The man Alphonse wrote to was a first-class citizen, and there were other second-class citizens. In doing so, merchants and others who have access to the city are given the status of free citizens."

"It's confusing. What's the difference?

"To put it plainly, there are provisions that discriminate against those who are favoured by the identity system. First class citizens have an advantage in living, including inheritance of property and running for Congress. But second-class citizens are limited in their benefits. There are detailed rules that allow free citizens to enter the city, to do business, but not to settle."

"So what happens to us Balkan mercenaries?

"If you're a regular mercenary, it would be nice if you could be recognized as a free citizen. Look, Mr. Alphonse. There are people outside the walls, right? They are not even free citizens."

While I wait, I will talk to Sula about the basic identity system of this city state.

The same is true of this Orient Country, but city states are often ruled by parliaments without kings.

But that doesn't mean there's never a difference in identity.

They say there is a difference in the treatment of the same citizens.

And some people can't even become citizens.

Looking further ahead, as Sula pointed out, there was certainly someone.

Sitting on the outside of the walls of the city of Orient, scrawny skinny people lay against the walls.

Looking further behind, it seems that some people are living in the rain wind using rubble and rags.

He seems weaker than usual.

However, I feel that I am hungry and that my eyes are glaring and I cannot be alarmed.

Maybe they'll storm for food.

"What are they? If you can't even become a free citizen, what will it be like?

"I will not be treated any way. They are treated in the same way as weeds grow around them. It is not recognized as a human being in the city, and therefore it is not even a guarantee of life, rather than a guarantee of property. If a citizen kills someone who doesn't have citizenship, they won't be held guilty."

"That's tough. So, if you don't manage to become a citizen, you won't be able to live a normal life?

"That's right. And that's why they're probably hired by the city as mercenaries. Volunteer to become a mercenary and earn citizenship by naming yourself a mercenary. They hope that they will be able to live in a safe city."

"I see. So the Barca mercenaries who came from the foothills of the spiritual peaks may be seen again as mercenaries who treat them like weeds."

"I don't know. I don't know that. If Ars had talked in advance, I think he was talking about citizenship as well... If it was a mechanism that didn't exist in Ars' country, it's possible that we didn't talk about it."

I wonder.

Well, if it doesn't seem very generous, I wonder if that's okay.

Not as a mercenary regiment, but really as a Vulcan caravan for a while.

In nominal terms, Christina's bill of lading can be used to get around, and I think we can do the activity itself.

When I thought about it like that, the sun went down.

It's already night.

At such a late hour, someone finally showed up to call for us.