How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 188: Holy Cooperative (1)

This crazy man... irritating the French king right to his face?

How did I end up sending this man? Ah, right. Among the natives, he had experience working as a diplomat. Because he'd been to Elizabeth's court.

Why did I send this man to Elizabeth's court? Ah, there weren't many natives around me who had a certain status and were familiar with Europeans.

But why was that man around me? How did I meet him?

...

...

...

Ah.

Why did I trust him?

Why did I trust a man who, betting everything on one shot, not only staked his own life but also the lives of his entire tribe, spinning the doki-doki life slot machine?

I barely suppressed the bubbling in my stomach and let out deep sighs. Calm down. You're an angel. An angel shouldn't swear and throw things when angry.

"...In any case, wasn't the result good? All the wine-related items we brought sold out completely..."

"..."

"...I'm sorry."

"Correct. That should have been said first."

I told him not to make verbal mistakes, but he deliberately spewed words that sounded like verbal mistakes.

What's more irritating... is that the outcome was actually good.

Even I didn't think all those corkscrews I gave him would sell. I just told him to sell them slowly.

Moreover, he improvised and found people to supply cork stably instead of Spain and Portugal, so that was good too.

Since he hadn't directly disobeyed my orders, and the results were good, it was awkward to keep holding him. With that thought, I softened, and Oitotan, who had lowered his head, raises it slightly and whispers to me.

"Everyone... loved the wine made with 'Seisui.'"

"..."

Don't do it.

"All the nobles, setting aside the Bordeaux or Burgundy wines you always mention, begged me for just one more sip..."

...I said don't do it.

"The faces of the French grape producers, pleading and crying to get the sulfite powder from me, were so pitiful..."

...Grrrrr.

The corners of my mouth, which I was trying my best to keep in place, automatically twitched upward. Damn, where did he learn that I'm weak to such stories?

It's already too late. My mind is already filled with images of French people crying and making a fuss after drinking wine made from my grapes, overshadowing Oitotan's antics.

My... grapes won.

Our 'Seisui' beat Sauvignon Blanc...!

Do you know what this means?

How would it feel the Japanese market conquered the world like One Piece, Naruto, and Bleach?

Or if a domestic independent film crushed all Hollywood blockbusters and dominated the North American box office?

I barely suppressed the nationalist pride and dopamine rising in my chest for a Japan that doesn't even exist yet. So, after I closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and opened them again...

"Heh, heheh, how pitiful they looked..."

"..."

I see Oitotan laughing even more sinisterly than me.

Ah, that wasn't meant to appease me; he was just proud of himself.

Looking around, I saw the other apostles wearing embarrassed expressions. I let out a sigh and spoke to Oitotan, who was still chuckling.

"It's partly my... oversight for not instructing you beforehand, so let's leave it at this. I hope there won't be any mistakes next time."

"Understood, Nemo. Thank you. I'll take my leave now."

He speaks well.

After Oitotan left, the morning schedule seemed roughly complete. As I turned around to ask about the next schedule, Hewett approached and said.

"Today... you only have a tour of the Knights' outpost on the outskirts left."

In other words, today is a day to take the Porter and inspect for a few hours.

Today... I'll need to stay out overnight. Fortunately, the camper has been restored.

I quietly sighed and stepped outside the meeting hall.

I have a lot of tiring things to do today.

==

A young priest rode alone to the Knights' outpost in a remote location near Pamlico Sound.

After soothing his tired horse by stroking its mane, the priest dismounted and immediately handed a document to the guard who was killing time in front of the outpost.

"Your name is... Thomas Achard?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"...You're from Croatoan. But you're going north to minister?"

"That's right. I want to be with the employees of the trading post being dispatched to distant places, and the converts nearby."

After confirming his purpose of visit and address, the guard of the Knights' outpost makes a somewhat perplexed expression and says.

"Wh-why?"

There's a reason for such a response.

The term "Croatoan person" takes on various meanings depending on the context.

First, among the natives, it refers to people from Manteo's tribe. They are called the Croatoan tribe and mostly handle the community's administrative tasks.

In another context, it also refers to all the people of the community. It originated from various natives around Chesapeake Bay casually calling the new community people "Croatoan people."

However, the most frequent and common meaning within the community is...

The people of the "Nameless One" who actually reside in Croatoan.

Among the English, the first 30 or so who arrived at Croatoan Island following Eleanor's guidance.

Among the natives, the 200 or so tribespeople of Manteo who were the first to join the community.

And about 100 Spaniards who were once enemies of the community but now work as sailors or fishermen.

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These are the people of Croatoan.

The people who first followed Him.

Those who tread the land of the 'Holy Place,' build houses there, and live there.

Of course, even now, anyone who wants can build a house in the empty spaces of Croatoan Island, register, and live there. The community is a free place. There are no laws preventing anyone from living anywhere.

However, everyone secretly showed special respect to those who were close to 'Him,' those who followed Him first. Unless there was a special reason, no one would 'dare' to easily set foot in Croatoan.

The guard had entered there once for work.

It was like paradise. Endless vineyards covered most of the island, and peaceful houses built with the same materials as His house were spread all around.

Abandoning all that peace, that honor... to go to the north where proper development hasn't even been done?

Not understanding, the guard tilted his head, and the young Priest Achard smiled awkwardly.

"I just... wanted to go."

"Uh, uhh, that could be."