41 – Internal affairs cheat enabled, soldier’s nightmare. The name is biscuit. (3)

As we moved from Rome to the Middle Ages, many technologies were obsolete.

For example, how to lay roads, how to lay sewage and water supply, building technology, etc…

And among them, it is a technology that has a considerable weight in history, but surprisingly, there is a technology that people are not sure why it has disappeared.

It is a technology that makes food for long-term preservation.

In order to supply soldiers at the time, the Roman army baked and supplied ‘American Biscuits’, somewhat similar to those made in modern times.

As it was improved in the Age of Discovery, it became the evil mass of bricks we know, and was supplied to soldiers in the form of ‘ship biscuits’…

There are no ‘biscuits’ in this world yet.

So now I’m in the Baking Guild with the Master of the Baking Guild to make biscuits…

“Your Excellency, I baked it.”

“Yes, it was hard. Now, put the entire tray on the floor.”

Hearing those words, the apprentice of the Baking Guild hesitantly put down the tray.

Then I lifted a two-handed hammer that was good at breaking wrists and raised it to strike it down on the biscuits.

Then, the Master and Apprentice of the Baking Guild looked at me with eyes full of tension.

Apparently, several times I told them to make ‘bread that is baked at a low temperature for a long time and won’t break even when hit with a hammer’, and when I kept failing, I had no choice but to hit the biscuits with a hammer for real.

“Why is this broken? Bake again!! You’re not embezzling firewood, are you?”

I guess it’s because I’m saying this, but…

Those who keep failing to just put it in the oven for an hour or two and bake it at a low temperature also have a problem.

Anyway, I shouted and swung the hammer to make sure the biscuits were done right.

“The hammer is out!!”

This time, as if I had made it right, I hit it with all my strength with a hammer, but there was no popping or cracking sound.

So, I handed the hammer to the apprentice next to me and checked the biscuits, but the biscuits were slightly shattered, but were in almost perfect condition.

To the apprentice and master, who were staring at it nervously, I raised my finger to let them know that they had succeeded.

Then, the master of the baking guild hugged the apprentice and said, forgetting the difference in status.

“Finally successful!! You did well. Rowley!! We will give you a lot of bonuses!! Thanks to that, I don’t have to curse at the baron any more!!”

“Go, thank you. master…”

“Why between us! Aren’t you the most capable of all my apprentices? I can’t help it. Today I will take you for a drink…”

“I, Master… Next to me is His Excellency the Baron…”

Seeing them like that, I thought that maybe I fried them too much.

That’s probably the case, no matter how important ‘biscuit’ is to me, it’s the same as watching the mayor of a city hold on to the ‘corporate chairman’ and crack open a joint.

I came here once a day for three days and cracked the biscuits for several hours.

So I looked at them and sighed.

“I haven’t heard anything, so that’s okay. Yes, congratulations on your success. You can bake and supply it tomorrow, how much can you supply?”

“If we start production tomorrow, we can supply about 300 kilos every day. And if we gradually expand our facilities and increase production, we can achieve up to 5 tons.”

Currently, our military eats 1.8 tons of biscuits every day, and even if we assume that we accumulate enough to supply for future wars… 5 tons will be enough.

Of course, once the biscuits with excellent preservation are sold, ‘traders’, ‘travellers’ and even ‘hunters’ will find them…

Right now, there’s very little moisture, so it’s something that can last for at least 2 months and up to 2 years…

So I seriously grabbed the guild master of the Baking Guild by the shoulder and said.

“It is an order. Make it possible to produce up to 10 tons or 15 tons. If you don’t have enough money to increase your equipment, borrow it from me. I’ll lend it cheaply at 10% interest. Also, all grains used to produce biscuits will be sold 10% or 20% cheaper than the guild. Good job.”

Hearing those words, the Master of the Baking Guild had a miserable expression on his face, perhaps thinking of the cost involved in rapidly increasing facilities.

I pretended not to see it and went out as quickly as possible, handing the pouch containing 5 gold coins to the soldier who opened the door and said,

“Chapter 2 should be used when the guild master and guild officials dine together, and the remaining 3 should be used when you dine together.”

And I patted him on the shoulder and quickly got out.

**

Three days after the announcement that the bread used for daily meals from now on will be changed to ‘Biscuit’ instead of rye bread…

Finally, biscuits came up to my lunch.

Today’s lunch is salted fish, dry bread, salted meat, and a glass of beer.

Still, when Sergeant Mark saw this bread and talked about it, he said he would sue because it contained more wheat and barley than the bread he usually eats…

It looks strange, but wouldn’t it be okay to eat it?

With that thought in mind, I sat down at a table in the dining room in the barracks, and our squad leader, Sergeant Charlotte, who was sitting next to me, looked at me and said,

“Uh, Private Chris. You did well in training today. Thanks to that, the platoon commander seems to be in a good mood now.”

Today you are lucky from lunch.

Always in front of the soldiers, ‘even though I’m a bastard, I’m a noble. Therefore, I am a person who lives with the motto, ‘I must always be strict, dignified, and serious.’

If you liked it like this, wouldn’t it be possible for me to be promoted to corporal next year if I do this in the future?

“thank you!”

“It’s because you’re good at it. Well done… so that’s it. Do you want to flirt with the platoon leader with me today?”

“You think?”

And the sergeant gave me a signal to listen, and I listened to the signal in the direction of the sergeant.

Then, the sergeant began to shout loudly.

“You idiot, even if our platoon commander is a symbol of ‘strict, dignified, serious’, if you feel good, give the soldiers alcohol and meat, and what if you do well? Aren’t you a man of righteousness who takes you to good places? You get a gold coin every month as a salary. And you don’t have a girl you like.”

When I heard that, I felt like my eyes were wide open.

Come to think of it, the platoon commander also said the other day that he had to prepare for the promotion to lieutenant after setting up a major, so the soldiers should follow suit, right?

In other words, since our platoon performed well in training, the sergeant and I went and said, ‘Platoon commander, we did well in training today, so why don’t we sleep out tonight?’ If you talk…

There are plenty of possibilities, as expected, the sergeant who came as a mercenary for several years is of a different class…

“You are amazing. Sergeant.”

“Yeah, aren’t you and I eating and living on this…? Okay, let’s start eating. After lunch today, there is marching training around the city again, right?”

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March training, just thinking about it is terrifying, but I can’t help it. Whether you get a land later or become a professional soldier by attaching a sergeant and aiming for a ‘second lieutenant’ promotion after rolling for decades, you have to excel in training.

“I will enjoy this food.”

“Yes, you too.”

I finally lifted the unidentified object in front of me, no, a biscuit.

As soon as I held it in my hand, it felt extremely hard, as befits the name of dried bread.

But, is it really hard enough that you can’t chew it with your teeth?

And to eat the biscuits, I opened my mouth and chewed the biscuits.

fast, huh?

Why did I chew, but the biscuits I was eating didn’t even have a single scratch?

Also why do my teeth hurt?

So I took the biscuits I was eating out of my mouth to check.

As a result, there were no teeth marks on the biscuits.

“what is this!! How are you supposed to eat this!! Who is the caterer today!!!”

As I shouted, the other soldiers started shouting similarly.

“No, why did you give me something like this to eat?”

“Tell them to chew on a rock. No, no matter how much the baron is…”

“hit!! No matter how much we say that we are soldiers from the slums, this isn’t it!!”

“Are you giving this for military time!!”

As the shouting continued, Sergeant Salk, an injured veteran who managed the cooks who had earned the rank of ‘sergeant’ at the cafeteria, saw us and shouted.

“quiet!! Didn’t you guys see the things I wrote on the notice board a few days ago!! You guys are soldiers!!”

One of the soldiers who heard this questioned the situation without notice.

“What do you mean? We need to be able to read…”

“When I taught you how to read, why can’t you read it? Ha, after training today, bring everyone under me and above you.”

The soldier who was unaware of hearing the words and ruined the concept began to tremble in fear of ‘under me, above you’.

I didn’t care about that at all, Sergeant Salk said while swinging the mace stuck in his waist with an angry expression.

“Didn’t you see the notice to bring the mace and break it? Wasn’t it written that you couldn’t eat it otherwise?”

“…”

After hearing that, we couldn’t answer anything right away.

Then he quietly returned to the barracks, took a mace, and smashed the biscuits.

With each hit, it started cracking just a little bit…

After hitting it dozens of times, the biscuits split into small pieces of powder and edible chunks.

To eat it, I reached out, picked up a piece of biscuit, and put it in my mouth to chew on.

At least the crushed biscuits were edible.

It was very savory, perhaps because it was a mixture of soybeans, wheat, and barley.

And since I ate it with beer around the time when it was stuffy, it was relatively edible… no, it was delicious.

Yeah, there’s absolutely no shame in swinging a mace for five minutes just to eat a piece of bread…

However, from that day on, whenever we ate biscuits, the soldiers and I felt a mysterious salty taste.

It’s definitely not the taste of shed tears that made me sad to break it and break it.