How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 189: Holy Cooperative (2)

"Ah, Sir Hynd!"

Indeed, walking from there!

A 'knight' walking with a shining aluminum medal on his chest, and his apprentices.

"If it's progressed somewhat, let's depart as is."

"Not possible. The Nameless One said it is right to let the tractor rest once every week."

"Hmmmm..."

"Of course, this isn't some Bible verse and could be omitted, but since the boiler room's condition isn't good, let's postpone the work if possible."

"But I wanted to clear about 7 hectares of area by today if possible..."

Seven hectares is more than 17 acres, an enormous area. The knight's pride in his technical skills was evident in his statement about clearing it in a day.

As he was watching blankly, everyone's attention turned to him. Achard, his face reddening, quickly bowed his head and tried to leave, but the knight and technicians called to him.

"You there."

"Ah, so-sorry. I apologize for being rude..."

"Are you the prospective priest who was to come here? The one going north?"

"Ah... yes. They told me to learn whatever I could, be it technology or farming, for a few days since I'm going to the frontier."

In the north, everyone handles everything. Trading post employees officiate masses, priests prepare ledgers, and repair simple machinery.

That's how it is for everyone. A newly established trading post has few people but many tasks.

"You're young but volunteering for such hardship, impressive."

"Ha, haha... not at all. But where is Father Milton who was said to be here..."

Building multiple large structures on the frontier was a luxury. It was common for Knights' outposts and churches to be attached.

Therefore, hearing the young priest looking for a priest at the Knights' headquarters, they naturally pointed to an inner room.

"The Father is helping with our Knights' ledger organization over there. He's also reporting on the situation of the nearby parish, which is his original duty."

"Th-thank you!"

Saying this, Achard hurried along. He passed through a corridor strewn with simple angel murals and crucifixes, and entered the inner area.

A sense of tension needlessly stirred Achard's heart. He had seen so many sights unseen on Croatoan Island. The Knights' outpost, the Knights, the steam tractor...

Everything was new. Everything excited him. Full of anticipation, he stood at the corner of the corridor that turned right, and there was a door. The holy commandment "For Humanity" was engraved above it.

As he stared intently at that phrase, the sound of a pen and paper rustling leaked out from beyond the door. Soon, the sound of a chair being dragged was heard, and the door opened.

Fling.

An Algonquin woman in priest's attire smiles, forming crow's feet, and says.

"...I felt a presence and came out to find a young person I haven't seen before?"

"Father Milton, I am Father Achard, going to minister in the Mohawk territory. I came here to learn..."

"Ah! You're... that young and audacious fellow who's going north. Quite gutsy..."

In her hand was a chart labeled 'This Quarter's Outpost 17 Harvest Report.' Father Milton quietly smiled and led Achard back to the corridor he had walked through.

Father Milton led him to a room near the entrance, and when he opened the door, there was a neatly placed wooden desk, bed, bookshelf, and writing instruments.

"...I heard you were going to help with our work here?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Then from tomorrow, could you help organize the harvest volumes of each field spread around our outpost? I'd appreciate it."

"Of course."

"Ah, yes. How diligent. For now, you've had a hard time riding all the way here until evening today, so rest. Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to the people living here and teach you how to work."

"Thank you, Father."

In response to Achard's greeting, Father Milton smiles and closes the door. Looking around the room, the sun was setting outside the window facing south. Below it, the still green wheat field swayed peacefully.

And.

Vroooom.

A familiar noise reaches his ears. Wondering, he looks outside...

'That wagon,' a wagon dyed the color of the blue sea, was speeding along the path between the wheat fields.

Through that window, he sees His holy face. When he stuck his face out the window, He recognized him and waved.

"Thomas Achard!"

Ah.

He uses honorifics with him despite having watched him since childhood. Although He looks younger than Achard, Achard knows He has lived for an immeasurable long time.

This sacred fortress.

This mysterious outpost.

That He would come here...

Achard's heart trembled.

==

I chewed on a moderately boiled potato while looking at the outpost in front of me.

There were... 2 knights, 9 apprentices, 12 technicians, 1 priest, and 1 tractor.

Perhaps because it wasn't very large, the modest stone wall caught my eye.

When I parked the car, the priest, knights, and technicians ran out in socks to greet me. When I quietly requested this quarter's harvest data, they said it wasn't ready yet, so instead, I checked the tractor's condition.

"This, it seems you handle it a bit roughly when changing direction."

"Th-that's right. Habitually, without realizing..."

"Please be careful from now on."

"Ah, understood!"

"About staying overnight at our outpost..."

"I'm fine. I'll sleep in my car."

After checking the grain volume in the silo and the condition of other equipment, I quickly made way and said.

"Is the agricultural equipment rental working properly?"

"Ah, these days, since most work is done with the tractor, there isn't much of that."

"There's no need to do with the tractor what other farmers can do. Please focus on expanding the newly cultivated land first."

"I'll keep that in mind!"

"Sir Powell?"

"Ah... yes!"

"How is the development in this vicinity progressing?"

"The agricultural equipment rental business isn't yet successful, but the new road project nearby is actively underway! Also, the potato seedling distribution and fertilizer business..."

...

...

Hmm...

A Knights' outpost.

I looked around for a moment.

If I just changed the cross and angel-drawn flag to a familiar green background with a yellow mark...

It's a regional agricultural cooperative.

I nodded in satisfaction, seeing that the agricultural cooperative here was also running well.

In one corner, a wooden panel engraved with the motto "For Humanity" was displayed.

...Somehow, it was like "Let's Live Well."