Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 212



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212. The Alchemist of the Egg People often talk about the importance of thrift.

It is right to minimize spending and save money as much as possible.

But wherever you go, the right balance is important.

It is not good to spend beyond your means due to baseless pride, but on the other hand, spending far below your level is also a problem.

Money is something that we will eventually have to use at some point.

Smart spending habits don’t mean just throwing money away in an account, but rather being able to invest an appropriate amount in areas where you feel you need it.

In that respect, wealthy families were bound to have an advantage.

It goes without saying that those who handle money frequently and in large quantities know well how to spend it.

The reason I felt this fact so keenly was because of my memories of the time when I served someone who lived in a different world from me.

[Why a bonus all of a sudden?]

A rotten CEO from the third generation of a conglomerate.

There was a reason he was so cruel to people he didn’t like, but he had a good reputation with people he didn’t mind.

The CEO was generous with salary negotiations to the point where HR managers complained, and bonuses were paid out much more frequently than at other small and medium-sized companies.

When I asked the reason, the answer I got was also amazing.

[Because there is too much internal reserves left over.]

[I don’t think it’s money you can just throw away.]

[It’s okay. I didn’t spend it all. You have to spend money when you have time.]

At the time, I thought it was extravagant financial management.

Of course, thanks to the halo effect of being the third generation of a conglomerate, I was able to win many subcontracts and contracts, so my financial statements were clean and sound, but I was worried that if things continued like this, there would be problems someday.

But the thoughts of the rascal CEO were very different.

[Secretary, why are you looking like that?]

[…]

[Right. Hmm, this is true. Hehehe. I forgot that the secretary lived a frugal life.]

[You have to save when you have leftovers to prepare for a crisis.]

[That’s right. You have to write it down when you have time so you can prepare.]

[?]

[Secretary. Do you know that?]

Me and the damn boss.

This was where the difference in perception between the two of us came from.

[When you don’t have much money, money seems really precious, but once you have some money, you realize that there are things that are just as precious as money.]

[Like family or love?]

[Time and people.]

I viewed bonus feasting as unplanned spending and part of reckless financial management.

[Thingy people are only concerned with cost-effectiveness because they are driven by a small amount of money, and they don’t put time on the scale. Cost-effectiveness is also very important, but they don’t do that. It’s the same when dealing with people.]

On the other hand, the CEO considered generous salary negotiations and generous bonus payments to be part of talent management.

[Secretary, do you know what sincerity is when dealing with people in this world? A few kind words thrown out without meaning? A sweet love that becomes great after ten years? A family bond that fights over someone’s inheritance when someone dies? If you think that way, then, what is it? You’ve been gaslighted.]

[I think this is an inappropriate expression.]

[In a capitalist world, a world that runs on money, sincerity is money. What guarantees the lives of my employees is not a warm, family-like company, but money that will allow them to survive even if the company goes bankrupt.]

With those last words, the rascal boss handed me a thick envelope.

[Take it in that sense. Secretary, my sincerity.]

[….]

[Of course I understand. It’s because you live as a miser. But don’t live as a miser for the rest of your life.]

I stood there for a while, not saying anything.

Then the rascal president started pounding the desk with a thick envelope.

Knock knock.

A heavy sound hits my ears.

That day, that moment.

[When you write, become someone who can write.]

The boss was smiling with the corners of his lips curled up as if he was enjoying something.

It was a strange laugh that I couldn’t forget even after a long time and I was in another world.

Anyway, it is clear that those words influenced me in many ways.

It was such a touching and instructive story that gave me much to think about, that I wanted to adapt it and tell it to the people of this world.

Fortunately, my strength is that I don’t just end things with thoughts.

And the person who had been silently listening to the story carefully expressed his feelings.

“What does that have to do with decorating the chicken coop right now???”

John the Bald, who was annoyed at the thought of stacking straws in a fluffy manner.

Yes, that’s right.

John and I, with the pretext of leading by example, were personally setting up a chicken coop in a corner of the cathedral yard.

He left the nuns behind, saying that it was a rare sight to see.

Maybe that’s why John, who was exposed to the gaze of others, became particularly picky and had poor understanding.

But that doesn’t mean I give up.

I had a mission as a torch of enlightenment, a beacon of intellect illuminating the times.

I slowly put down the hammer I was using and snapped the index finger of my right hand.

“If you want to spend money when you can, you have to know how to save it.”

“Yes. No way.”

“okay.”

Ignorance and acceptance of what others say is not right.

You can only say you have truly accepted something if you can apply it to your own situation!

“We cannot continue to sell salt bonds, rely on irregular donations, and engage in begging that borders on plunder. A sound society and trust come from sound finances.”

“….”

I looked up at the sky with my back to the ground and braced myself.

“In the future, our Powis Parish will supply fresh eggs and healthy chickens to various estates and farms through a full-scale poultry farm business, thereby securing the necessary finances for the coronation.”

***

I said it before.

Our Duchy of Powis is said to be the weakest of the five Duchys of the Morning Isles.

There are countless reasons for this, but the most fatal reason is that, without any special products and with insufficient production capacity, they had to import all of their luxury goods from the mainland.

Yes, that’s right.

Full import.

This meant that there was a big problem in claiming the title of king even though he had secured proper legitimacy and authority.

I couldn’t help but be shocked when I learned this fact.

“What, what?!”

The one and only coronation in your life.

No, this is a historic moment that will allow our Powis to step onto the steps of a duchy and be reborn as a true kingdom.

It was a very important event not only for the country but also for the family.

The suspicions that Prince Athelton carries.

The coronation had to be held with such grandeur and solemnity that it would immediately dispel even the suspicious gazes that he had murdered his brother and ascended to the throne, and it had to be held with such importance that no one would dare to spit it out.

Of course, it is not possible to use cheap and shabby clothes or mantles for the coronation.

Here’s where the problem arises.

“What kind of cloak costs nearly 80 gold coins!!!”

The price of the coronation mantle worn by Prince Athelton was through the roof.

Even without considering the gold content or other factors, everyone would be frowning at the idea of ​​80 gold coins.

Thanks to my faithful and constant efforts, in the Duchy of Powis, where prices are stable, one gold coin is worth about 13 silver coins.

At this exchange rate, 80 gold coins would be worth 1,040 silver coins.

Two or three heavily armed knights carrying seeds would cost more to operate than a single piece of cloak…!

As if he felt this anger, the merchant who had called out the price hurriedly waved his hands and protested.

“Yes, sir! Stay still and listen to my story!”

“Hmm. I’ll listen.”

But when I listened to the story of a merchant who made money by importing from Illeniphut, I could understand it to some extent.

“The fabric for such a precious cloak is not produced anywhere near here. Most of the famous weavers are supported by the royal families of the mainland and supply them first, so you must first obtain permission from the royal families who support them to receive items from them.”

In the Achievement Islands, which are much more underdeveloped than the mainland, even proper craftsmen are rare.

In particular, weavers are often pushed out of business by the fame of the mainland, even if they are supported, so they either leave for the mainland or close down their business altogether.

“Furthermore, the delivery deadline is tight, and to prevent the fabric from being damaged by sea breezes or insects while crossing the ocean, it has to be sealed in a lacquered wooden box and transported, so of course that costs more.”

“Is it hard to squeeze it out there and move it here?”

“Since there are many cases where the finished product gets damaged while being moved… it would be much better to move the fabric first, and then arrange a place for the craftsman to stay and have him weave it here. That is, if you want the cloak to be perfect for the coronation.”

Here the abacus bounced once more.

Having to invite craftsmen and pay them for their wages and a place to stay until they are finished means the costs are significantly higher.

I opened my mouth cautiously, hiding my slightly trembling fingers under the desk.

“Then… 80 gold coins won’t be enough…?”

“The cloak itself costs 80, but if you consider the other costs, it would probably cost… that much, right?”

It starts with the coronation mantle.

Including the formal attire, it was expected that the cost would be close to 200 gold coins.

It was an expense that seemed so great that it seemed as if one would have to borrow all the money from the moneylenders in the Duchy of Powis to cover it.

Although I had confidently declared that I would make Prince Athelton the king, the wall of reality was higher than I had thought.

Since there were so few sharp points, I even considered collecting taxes in the name of donations.

“…”

But I stopped.

The Duchy of Powis was already on the verge of facing tax resistance.

The only reason the church kept quiet was because it was putting its efforts into various fields in the name of donations and because the pagan army was advancing right before its eyes.

It is difficult to expect a miraculous increase in harvest unless tribute is paid to the agricultural god Chimal.

However, the gifts for the historic coronation could not be replaced with a large number of loot boxes.

It was at this time that an incredible idea popped into my head as I was groaning, unable to do anything.

“I heard you have a good reputation. Then what do you think about raising Siamese hens?”

“yes…?”

“The church is taking the lead in selling Siamese hens and eggs to various estates. They are also encouraging people to buy by explaining that they are raising money for the sacred coronation. It will also improve the economic power and food situation of the local estates. It’s not bad, right? The demand for salt will also increase a little.”

“Well, but… are you okay with that? Even so, you are the head of the diocese, the bishop… but it seems like it would be difficult to avoid criticism that you are too materialistic.”

The merchant in front of me right now is probably representing the public opinion.

However, this bishop did not forget his original mission while being engrossed in such matters as saving face.

“The mission of the clergy is not to hesitate to look at what others think. I believe that the clergy should save people from all kinds of hunger.”

“Ugh.”

“Anyway, the idea itself isn’t bad, right? Thank you. If you want to help me with my work, apply for an interview. I’ll offer you preferential terms.”

March 18, 1225.

I held a convention at which I promised a small compensation to a large number of serfs, vagrants, and tenant farmers.

The so-called world’s best chicken raising competition.

It was part of an effort to recruit poultry farmers who pride themselves on being able to raise healthy chickens in an organized manner.

Naturally, voices began to pour in mocking me for this.

“A priest cleaning up chicken poop?”

“It seems like you’ve finally come to your senses. You’re even volunteering to be a carpenter?”

Of course, there were some people I would rather have laughed at.

“Uncle. Was it that hard?”

“what.”

“…You have to tell me to find out. Really.”

“?”

Even the always sassy Yurid tried to comfort me with a gloomy expression, which was a bit annoying.

All this happened about two weeks after I declared that I would proclaim Prince Athelton as king.

But for the sake of a healthy country and a healthy world.

After this bishop, anyone could become an egg alchemist.

“John, come to think of it, raising chickens would be beneficial, too, since they’d kill pests that would otherwise harm your fields. They’d be perfect as pets.”

“Please don’t let the chickens loose outside the henhouse. The nuns have to clean up all that chicken poop.”

An alchemist who creates a crown from an egg.