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5 Essential Steps to Choose the Most Reliable Pest Control Company

Introduction:

As a business owner, making sure the safety and properly-being of your established order and employees is paramount. Pest infestations can pose sizeable threats for your business, tarnishing your reputation and disrupting each day operations. To fight this difficulty efficaciously, finding a dependable pest control agency is vital. In this blog, we will explore 5 essential steps to pick the maximum truthful and capable pest control partner for your enterprise.

1. Research and Reviews:

Begin your search by conducting thorough research on pest control corporations for your vicinity. Check on line reviews and testimonials from different organizations to gauge their studies with the enterprise's offerings. Positive feedback and high rankings are indicative of a dependable and powerful pest control company.

2. Qualifications and Licensing:

Ensure that the pest control employer you take into account holds the necessary qualifications and licensing. Licensed professionals are more likely to adhere to industry requirements and policies. Additionally, inquire about their technicians' schooling and certifications to ensure they may be properly-prepared to deal with pest control in industrial settings.

3. Experience in Commercial Pest Control:

Experience subjects when it comes to business pest control. Look for agencies with a validated song file of servicing agencies just like yours. An experienced pest control company will have a deeper knowledge of the specific demanding situations and requirements of business pest control.

4. Customized Pest Control Plans:

Every enterprise is unique, and so are its pest control desires. A reliable pest control organization should provide custom designed pest control plans tailor-made to your specific commercial enterprise surroundings and enterprise. Avoid one-size-fits-all strategies, as they may no longer cope with the unique pest challenges your enterprise faces.

5. Integrated Pest control (IPM) Approach:

Consider agencies that appoint the Integrated Pest control (IPM) technique. IPM prioritizes prevention and uses a mixture of eco-friendly techniques to control pests. This approach is effective, sustainable, and emphasizes minimum use of chemical insecticides, making sure the protection of your employees and clients.

6. Safety Precautions and Insurance:

Inquire approximately the safety measures taken by using the pest control business enterprise all through their remedies. They should offer clean instructions on any important arrangements to shield your personnel and clients. Additionally, ensure that the organisation contains liability coverage to cover capacity damages which could occur at some stage in the pest control technique.

7. Transparent Pricing and Contracts:

Choose a pest control business enterprise that provides transparent pricing and sincerely mentioned provider contracts. Avoid corporations that stress you into signing lengthy-time period contracts without imparting clear records approximately the services and charges concerned.

Conclusion:

Selecting the maximum reliable pest control organization in your business requires careful research and attention. By carrying out thorough research, checking opinions, and assessing qualifications, revel in, and customized approaches, you could discover a pest control companion that meets your unique wishes. Prioritizing agencies with the Integrated Pest control method and a dedication to safety guarantees the well-being of your employees and customers. With the right pest control associate via your aspect, your commercial enterprise can stay protected from pests, allowing you to attention on your center operations and keeping a safe and pest-unfastened surroundings.

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When it comes to safeguarding your home and health, effective pest control is essential. Residents of Guildford understand the challenges of dealing with pests, ranging from termites and cockroaches to rodents and ants. At Pest Blaster, we offer comprehensive pest control solutions tailored to meet the unique needs of Guildford homes and businesses.

Why Choose Professional Pest Control in Guildford?

Pests can quickly become more than just a nuisance. Left untreated, they can cause:

Structural Damage: Termites, for example, can weaken wooden structures, leading to costly repairs.

Health Hazards: Cockroaches and rodents carry diseases that can affect your family’s well-being.

Contamination: Food and belongings can become contaminated by pests like ants or moths.

Choosing a professional service ensures that these issues are addressed promptly and effectively.

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At Pest Blaster, we specialize in a range of services to protect your property:

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Preventive Tips to Keep Pests at Bay

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Seal Entry Points: Close off gaps in doors, windows, and walls.

Maintain Cleanliness: Keep food storage areas clean and dispose of garbage regularly.

Eliminate Standing Water: Ensure your property has no water sources that attract mosquitoes or other pests.

Inspect Regularly: Check your property for early signs of infestations.

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The cats are nominally trained to hunt bugs. Leeloo was around when I still had Vicechancellor the chameleon and enjoyed a kittenhood surrounded by stray crickets. A quick, “Bug!” brought her running to eviscerate the unlucky insect. She has served many years as a hunting partner when a spider stalks our halls.

Korben has always seemed to be both more intelligent and have a stronger prey drive and yet he’s never consistently been a reliable ally when I call. He roughly knows that “bug” might mean attention and frantic gesturing. He also had resisted learning to follow a point despite many training sessions. Spiders crawl away unharmed as he watches in fascination.

As Leeloo has gotten older she no longer sprints toward the rallying cry and I do not begrudge her. I am resigned to Korben being abysmal pest control.

Tonight on the toilet an absolutely massive crane fly swooped up into the shower. Korben was on hand curled up on the bath mat so I empathetically cried bug only to have him stare at my pointing finger and meow plaintively. I begged my beloved to bring it to his attention but they view toilet time as private time and didn’t want to be in the room.

So I did what any reasonable person would do. I started tossing trash at it. I just wanted to get it to fly again and trigger some kind of response from Korben.

A ball of packaging, empty toilet paper roll, and eyebrow pencil container later I finally grazed it. Instead of taking off the bug just. Fell. Limp.

It landed without a single twitch and Korben and I stared at it in perplexity. He gave it one halfhearted boop and when it failed to move he curled back up on the bath mat, content once more.

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in my old apartment, i had both my little wiry terrier mutt dog (he lives with my mom and dad currently) and my cat. one time i had a mouse running around in my back room - while i was trying to figure out what the hell to do about it i saw my cat just like. watch it scurry right in front of her with only a mildly intrigued look on her face. but a moment after, the second it got close to my terrier he lunged forward and broke its neck so fast and so clean it seemed to surprise him as much as it surprised me. there was literally no blood, just a flash of teeth and it was over. all that to say that i think terriers are tenacious little shits with a prey drive that’s so much larger than their size would imply

i REALLY wish more people who kept barn cats for pest control would instead keep or invite over working terriers to their farms. i love cats but they aren't as reliable, don't fair great against rats, and take a lot of native bycatch when allowed to roam freely.

It's sad because it feels like terrier breeds have just fallen out of favour in general. i'm a zillenial cusper and i remember the tail end of wishbone's popularity and the noughties hot pink purse dog era which included some terriers, it's a shame the latter niche has been replaced by french bulldog ownership..

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Im considering getting some moth friends. Any tips on what enclosures I should use, what species to pick for beginners, what foods to feed them, etc?

Thanks in advance,

-Ash!

in general, most moths make pretty poor pets, especially as adults. keeping moths = rearing larvae, essentially, and this juvenile stage is probably the longest part of most species’ lifespans. if you want moths just for the adults, very few species I consider to be ethical to keep will be of interest to you, and I think the best way to enjoy moths is to find them in the wild and leave them there.

adult moths tend to not do well in captivity because they are hard to feed (where to put all the flowers?) and will beat themselves to death on most containers because they don’t understand “wall.” most moths are not suitable for captivity for these reasons and when entomologists/hobbyists rear a random larva they find, it’s usually intended to be killed as a scientific specimen once matured or released after a photo. this means there’s only a handful of moths that can reliably be bred in captivity (captive breeding being one of the most important requirements for ethical insectkeeping).

one of the main groups of these are saturniids (giant silkmoths), who do not feed as adults and are quite large and showy at all life stages. when I was 10 or so I kept saturniids including luna moths and Polyphemus moths, and raised the larvae in cat litter tubs I found on the street with mesh over the tops, feeding them daily with fresh branches from neighborhood trees (my dad was very helpful in cutting down the foodplants). after pupation I kept the pupae in a large tub with lots of stick and egg carton perches that I occasionally misted for moisture. since they were from local stock I would release the adults at night; saturniids are definitely less active than, say, a hawkmoth or a noctuid that needs to feed, but still often get quite beat up just from living in mesh containers and I didn’t like seeing that.

native giant silkmoths may not be legal to keep in all areas, and exotic species are tightly controlled in the US where I live. it can be difficult to obtain eggs here, even of native species. never release any moth that isn’t native, and the most responsible thing to do is not release any at all due to captive population densities being a potential source of disease.

another option is domesticated silkworms (Bombyx mori), which I’d say are probably the most ethical moth to keep since they are adapted to life in human care. they’re flightless and also do not feed as adults; larvae eat mulberry leaves but can also be maintained on a formulated mush that can be purchased (not a fan of the price in the US!). many reptile sites or stores stock them as reptile food, probably the best way to get them in manageable quantities. Galleria waxworms can be obtained in a similar way, but require a honey/syrup/bran diet that’s highly unpleasant to produce.

some hawkmoths can be kept as pets, such as Manduca sexta hornworms also used as reptile feeders, although they are highly active and feeding them can be a challenge. in Europe the death’s head hawkmoths (Acherontia) can be obtained sometimes, and adults eat honey but again can be difficult to get eating. both species prefer tomato and other nightshades as larval food.

as said before, non-saturniid and non-B. mori moths are best found as larvae, maintained on what food you found them eating, then released as adults. if you are as crazy as me and willing to risk all your foodstuffs becoming infested, some grain pest moths like Plodia and Pyralis are easy to maintain on bran, nuts, and oats, but this is probably very far from “pet moths” you’re looking for.

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Iggy the Stray Dog - ch2 (1/2)

Author: Otsuichi

Original concept: Araki Hirohiko

Originally published: JOJO Magazine 2022 Spring

*** This is a fan translation made purely for entertainment. Please do not repost/reuse/etc without my permission and credit! ***

Note: Since the next three chapters are very long and I don't want to keep you waiting forever, I decided to split them up into 2-3 parts. Thank you for your patience, I'm super excited to deliver the rest of this short novel!

Manhattan Island is located at the mouth of the Hudson river. It is four kilometers in width, twenty kilometers in length, a sandbank elongated in a north-south direction. Navigator Henry Hudson discovered it in 1609 and it is said that the Dutch East India Company purchased it from Native Americans for 24 dollars in 1626. Its name Manhattan translates to „the island of many hills” in their language.

The morning after my arrival, the air is still clouded by yellow. White steam rises from the gutters all over. I buy a toasted sandwich at a corner store to eat. Crispy bacon and fresh lettuce are held between fragnant bread.

I take the subway on my way to the city center to participate in the „stray dog hunt”. Passing ticket control and ascending the stairs, I find myself in a desolate place. It is a district with empty bear cans lying around and closed shutters of shops bearing graffiti. On one side stands a brick building, the ground floor offices of which belong to a company specializing in pest extermination.

Its name is Reliable Pest Control Services, or RPCS for short. In addition to pest control, they undertake everything from vermin extermination and cleaning up buildings to waste management. At this time, the Speedwagon Foundation has contacted the manager, requesting their help capturing Iggy in exchange for financial support.

As I state the purpose of my visit at the reception desk, a large, middle-aged Spaniard shows up. His stern face looks like it was carved from stone, and three vertical lines run down across his right eye – they seem to be claw marks.

„You’re Avdol, right? The chief told me about you. So you wanna catch that damn Boston Terrier?”

„My American friend has entrusted me with this request.”

„I’ll let you watch, just make sure you’re not bothering us!”

„All right. For now, I would like to study your work. I won’t intervene or disturb you, I’ll just watch from a distance.”

„Admirable attitude, Egyptian.”

The Spaniard leads me inside the office. It is like a labyrinth of miscellaneous packages piled up on top of each other with desks, blackboards, a billiard table, a darts board and empty liquor bottles in the gaps between them. On an old sofa set, four men are gathered, exhaling cigarette smoke and playing poker.

„These guys are my team,” introduces them the Spaniard. The men put down their cards, turning their gazes to me, as if to observe me.  They all have vulgar faces. One of them clicks his tongue, putting out the cigarette he’s been smoking on an ashtray. He is a large, white man resembling a rugby player.

„So you’re the Foundation’s buddy? The chief told us if we keep an eye out for you the Speedwagon Foundation would pay us a nice sum. But y’know, this is a lot of extra work for us.”

„I will not bother you. All I wish is to stand by and watch your work from a distance, to see how the dog could be captured. I don’t believe that would increase your work at all.”

„You coming with us means you’ll be taking up a seat in the car. We’ll have to take less equipment like that!”

They are going to drive to Manhattan Island in two cars, one of them a van equipped with dog cages. The space in the vehicles is crammed with all sorts of nets and traps, tranquilizer guns and such. It appears that with my participation, they can load a lot less into the cars. The Spaniard tries to calm down the man.

„Hey, don’t say that. It’s not like animal traps are any good against that Boston Terrier, we’d be bringing them for nothing.” He pulled me away from the men. „They’re just pissed because that shitty dog got the best of them.”

„What do you mean by animal traps?”

„Cages you can’t leave once you’re caught in them, like bear traps. You know bear traps, right? Like the Gustave Courbet painting, „Fox caught in a trap”? The iron trap that the fox’s leg is stuck in. But no such trap can catch that Boston Terrier, they were useless even with his favourite coffee chewing gum inside. I don’t know how but he just ran away with the chewing gum, without triggering the trap.”

A map hangs on the wall, the places where Iggy have been spotted marked on it. He has been seen all over Manhattan. Wall Street, Times Square, he even seems to be frequenting the ferry to Liberty Island with the Statue of Liberty.

„I made some posters with his image and put them up all over Manhattan. I wrote on it that we’ll reward anyone that has any news, so we got some information from the citizens.”

He shows me an actual poster. Drawn on it is a foolish image of a Boston Terrier, drool dripping from his mouth.

„The claw marks on your face, was that also him?”

„A while ago we tried strike him down when he was taking a nap. We got a report and when we rushed there, he was basking in the sun, snoring like hell. I decided to shoot him with a tranquilizer gun from a distance. As I pointed the gun at him and aimed, he woke up but didn’t try to run away. He saw us and yawned without a care in the world. I pulled the trigger and a tranquilizer dart shot out. My aim was sure, no doubt about it.”

However, the dart didn’t hit its target. It flipped midair in front of the Boston Terrier, just as if it was being blocked by something invisible.

„I dunno why. Maybe it was a faulty dart, it changed its direction in the middle of its track. We had to try and catch him with a net, but that damn dog jumped up and scratched my face. He tore out some of my hair and farted once before escaping us. It’s a mystery what he ate that made him fart like that but it was putrid.”

I’m thinking about the invisible thing that was said to have deflected the tranquilizer dart. There was no way the dart was faulty. They couldn’t see it. Something invisible was present before Iggy and it protected him. I have a pretty good idea what that mysterious something could have been.

A bell’s sound echoes in the RPCS office. The staff member from the reception desk at the front entrance calls out to us. The men playing poker stand, leaving the room running.

„Where are you going?”

„The locker room. We’re changing into work clothes and leaving. Tha bell only rings when we get news of someone seeing that damn Boston Terrier. If we don’t hurry, he’ll get away!”

In a matter of minutes, they all finish changing into grey work clothes, getting inside both cars in the garage. I myself accompany them, getting inside the van carrying the cages. The van is driven by a slim, young Black man. The Spaniard sits in the passenger’s seat and I take my place behind them.

„The phone call came from someone living near the Harlem River, they saw that shitty Boston Terrier stealing chewing gum” says the Spaniard, folding out a map to check the route. The two cars take off, rushing towards the area facing Harlem River.

Inside the hurling car, I am debating whether I should tell the man with the strict face sitting before me that the Boston Terrier actually has a name. In the end, I decide not to do so. They wouldn’t care too much for what the dog’s name is anyway.

***

The north-eastern parts of Manhattan are mostly inhabited by immigrants. Most of the people passing us by are Puerto Rican or Mexican, the majority of the conversations I overhear are in Spanish. Many brown mansions stand by the riverside. The city of New York built these for low income citizens and they refer to them as a „project”. There are nearly 2900 of these „projects” in New York City, with roughly 420,000 people inhabiting them. Some apartments are used for drug trafficking, they are a hotbed for crime.

The stray dog hunting team gets out of the vehicles parking on the roadside and sets out looking around the neighborhood. I decide to stick with the Spaniard. First of all, he wants to meet and talk to the person reporting the dog.

The Spaniard approaches a young man of Latin American descent standing by a payphone on a street corner. He smells like marijuana.

„You’re the guys looking for the Boston Terrier, right?”

„Yeah. Can you tell us what you saw?”

„It was just now, like thirty minutes ago. A weird dog came out of that supermarket over there, it was eating something. The store clerk ran after it but it got away. It was black and white. I thought it was a French Bulldog but it had a slim body so I figured it was a Boston Terrier. I called the number from a poster when I saw that.”

The young man rubs his index finger and thumb together in a gesture of requesting his reward. The Spaniard hands him a couple of bank notes but he doesn’t seem impressed.

„Hey, this isn’t even enough for a beer!”

„If you have more info, I’ll give you more.”

The Spaniard sends the young man away and sets off in the direction of said supermarket. It is a small store standing in a dirty, graffiti-covered alleyway.      I call it a supermarket but it is nothing more than a private business, with colourful vegetables on its racks that look fresh and delicious. The store clerk, a fat Black woman, is standing there with a troubled look on her face. The Spaniard calls out to her.

„We heard a Boston Terrier stole some of your merchandise, is that true?”

„Yeah, just look at this!” she beckons. The Spaniard’s work clothes have the logo of his company embroidered, she must know he’s an expert of vermin extermination. Right as we step inside the supermarket we find a candy shelf. The goods have been stolen from it and the empty shelf is sticky with a clear liquid dripping off of it. „It’s just like ’Alien’, isn’t it? The movie. Have you seen it? The monster was drooling just like this.”

The store clerk furrows her brows. The Spaniard takes out a ballpoint pen from his chest pocket, picking up some of the liquid with its end and examining its viscosity and smell.

„It’s drool. Those shelves had coffee flavour chewing gum on them, am I right?”

„Exactly! A small black and white dog devoured it right here. I tried to catch it but it picked up the entire box and ran off. I reported it to the police as well, just in case, but I’m surprised to see that you guys showed up! Then again, there’s so much crime on these streets, the police must be very busy.”

Leaving the store, the Spaniard gets in touch with his men. Each of them carries a transceiver, making it possible to exchange information between each other so long as they are within a couple kilometers radius.

I decide to investigate our surroundings as well. I move through dirty alleyways scattered with trash, looking for a Boston Terrier.

The wind carries the stench of alcohol and urine. It is probably drunks standing in the alleys and taking a piss. A row of cars stand parking on the roadside. It is a lonely street with no people or cars passing by.

Someone from our team is questioning a vagrant, holding the handle of a large net. It is the white man that complained to me in the office and reminded me of a rugby player. It seems like his work clothes were about to burst with his muscles.

„Didn’t you see a dog around here? A small, black and white one. It has a short snout and it farts a lot.”

The vagrant our rugby player is looking down to is an elderly man, leaning back onto a building’s wall as he’s sitting on the ground. He put down a piece of cardboard to make his sitting place more comfortable. His mouth seems to be mumbling something in response to the rugby player’s question, however he can’t form his words properly, having lost all his teeth.

„There... right there...” The vagrant’s words come in fragments. He points a finger at the wall right across the street. I turn to the rugby player.

„I believe this old man is pointing us to around there.”

The rugby player glances at me, turning his gaze to where the vagrant is pointing.

„There’s nothin’ there. Nothin’ strange. Not a Boston Terrier, not a place where a small dog could hide.”

„But this old man is trying to bring our attention to something.”

On the other side of the line of parking cars is nothing but old brick buildings, lined up without so much as a crevice between them. The vagrant is pointing at one of those walls.

The rugby player shakes his head.

„That’s just a wall. We asked the wrong guy. Maybe he’s hallucinating!”

The vagrant, however, keeps on murmuring.

„...weird... how...? It’s gone... I don’t...”

I decide to walk across to the other side of the road.

„Hey, Egyptian! Don’t just do whatever you like! Come back here!” I hear the rugby player’s voice but I ignore him.

I approach the wall the vagrant is pointing to, and trailed a finger along it. Its surface is just slightly damp, but also coarse. It is probably the speckles of sand dancing in the wind that stick to it.

„Hey! Egyptian!”

An odd sense of discomfort comes over me. My finger tracing the wall gets caught in the corner of a brick, which then quickly crumbles. As I try to apply some force, my hand sinks into the brick wall.

„H-hey... what’s that?!”

What we thought to be a brick wall crumbles into sand. It collects into large heaps under my feet and a small alleyway appears on its other side. It looks like there isn’t a crevice between the buildings but in reality, they aren’t stuck together at all. It simply appeared so because the sand’s fine imitation made it look like they were lined up continuously. The vagrant likely found it odd that the alleyway that was supposed to be there disappeared, and tried to bring it to our attention.

Sand speckles dance around me from the collapse. When my vision clears, I realize something is hiding in the dim depths of the alleyway. It is small, small enough for me told hold in my hands.

He is chewing on something very, very loudly. He must have been hiding himself right here all along, creating a fake wall with sand.

„Is that you, Iggy?”

The moment I call his name, the chewing noises stop.

A pair of eyes appears in the dim light. I see the whites of them clearly. Apparently he still remembers his name being ’Iggy’. His self-awareness has him reacting to me calling his name.

Someone grabs my shoulder from behind with great force. It is the rugby player.

„Hey, hey, hey! There he is! I thought it was sand dancing, but there’s a street there now?  Looks like a dead end, so I guess he’s got no choice but to come over here, huh?” He fixes the net in his hands and takes off in the alley’s direction.

„Hey, wait!”

In response to the rugby player approaching him, he gets up on his four legs in the dark. His form is that of a small dog’s, but something is manifesting behind him.

The speckles of sand in the alley rise up, defying gravity, gathering in one place, taking shape seemingly too big to even fit the narrow alleyway behind the dog.

However, the rugby player doesn’t see it. It is a projection of life energy that regular people are unable to detect. Before his eyes, there is nothing but a single small dog.

He charges towards Iggy with his net. The giant behind Iggy moves, picking him up and jumping, scattering sand as it tramples the rugby player. The moment he hits the ground, it rushes out of the narrow alley. Its large body leaps over the line of parking cars with ease.

As it appears in a vast and well-lit place, I can take a good look at it in its entirety. The giant holding Iggy has the appearance of a dog with wheels. Its two front legs are dog-like, but its hind legs are missing, sporting car wheels in their place. On its head it wears feathers resembling Native American ornaments. It is a form blending machinery and organic life, scattering speckles of sand from its entire body.

A Stand. That is what I and my American friend referred as to such entities. Something standing by one’s side like a guardian. This must be the reason behind the odd sand related episodes happening around Iggy.

Stands do not possess a physical body. It is more like Iggy’s guardian. Some would call it a visualization of his psychic powers, others might even claim it as an evil spirit.

Iggy exchanges a glance with me, carried by his own Stand, then turns away as if he’s lost interest in me already. His Stand that leapt over cars so easily rotates its wheels, dashing away on the streets.

The rugby player stands up from where he fell on the ground and calls for assistance with his transceiver.

„He-he’s here! The Boston Terrier! Come right away!” He tries to chase after Iggy instantly, but he fails. The huge mass of sand that until just now has been forming a wall is now covering the ground. Before I could have noticed, it all centered on me. The sand swallows me up to the knee and firmly hardens. Without a doubt this is Iggy’s doing. Pulling as hard as I can, I free my legs but he has already disappeared behind a corner.

„Shit... don’t let him get away!”

The rugby player runs off, and I follow him.

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Apothecary Diaries | WN Translation | Arc 9 - Chapter 11

Hi, however you found this: Welcome!

For a number of reasons I ended up here - I relay all that happens in the chapters, playing wine-aunt, as I go about translating to the best of my abilities.

So, be warned, all the spoilers are waiting below. Want spoilers, but less? My dms/asks are open.

If you're new around here, check out the Masterlist!

Enjoy!

Just two things before we get into it.

For those that didn't read chapter 10 due to all the triggers: All you really need to know is that Nenshin's birth tribe committed some of the most awful things. It's like our author-san googled "most gruesome crimes" and mentioned everything under the sun that popped up.

While that was around 50 years ago, Nenshin was an active partaker in said crimes. Plowing the fields is his punishment, instead of having his life taken. In short, his people “offed” a tribe that held a "ritual" to keep locusts away. They cursed the lands with that offing, in brief terms.

Second: I'm giving up on Nengen, I'll go with the main name I keep getting for him which might be too Japanese but oh well. Nenshin (as he'll be called now) will still be around.

Chapter 11 | Aki Kō

Nenshin appeared to be thirsty, downing a gulp of goat’s milk.

Maomao, Basen and Lahan-nii also fell silent.

Maomao thinks that the amount of information was more than she expected or imagined to get and as narrator notes that “One must organize information.” and goes over a basic summary of things.

About 50 years ago, a large-scale locust plague occured.

Nenshin’s tribe had destroyed that of the wind-readers several/a few years prior. (prior to the plague)

Due to the lack of rituals, a large-scale locust attack happened.

And Nenshin, for the rest of his life, ended up holding the rituals in place of the wind-reader tribe.

Narrator-Mao concludes that this is the simplest way to put it.

In her head she goes on wondering if they dig up the soil during the ritual. She’s not quite sure yet, but there’s one person(?) that caught her attention.

“So, you’re Nenshin-san? What you’re doing is cultivating autumn crops (akikō).” - Lahan-nii is audibly trying to recall the right name.

“Akikō?” - Maomao and Basen tilt their heads at this unfamiliar word.

“It means autumn plowing. After harvesting the crops, it’s usually autumn. Akikō refers to the cultivation of the fields at that time.”

“Are there any advantages/What are the advantages? It seems more efficient *to me* to plow just before planting crops.”

Narrator-Mao internally agrees with Basen's point.

“As far as I know, it’s about digging up the ground and putting in rice straw to make good soil, and exterminating the eggs of pests that are buried underground.”

At that Maomao’s ears twitch and she silently grabs Lahan-nii’s collar.

“Please say that again.”

“Eh, uh, we plow in the rice straw and—”

“Not that one!”

“*Is it* "Pest control?”

“That!”

Maomao goes on shaking Lahan-nii. (poor dude)

“Hey, stop it. He can’t breathe.”

Basen stops her, so he let’s go of her arm.

“But what’s so unusual about it? It’s one of those farming methods that isn’t particularly rare, right?” - Lahan-nii looks like he knows this and it’s obvious. (he’s giving them the “that’s common knowledge, right? look in short)

“There aren’t many farmers in the world that are as reliable as you!”

“.... Ah, yeah. Is that so?” Lahan-nii had an emotionally mixed look on his face. Even though Maomao was praising him, it seemed difficult for him to accept it.

“That’s right. You can tell by looking at this village. Even if they have the knowledge, there are those who are not willing to implement it. And knowledge has to be used, or it will disappear.”

Maomao was deeply affected by Nenshin’s words. Lahan-nii had said that Nenshin is the only one in the village who is trying to cultivate his fields properly.

“Can I ask a question? Are the people here trying to grow wheat properly? I feel like they’re cutting corners.” Maomao asks directly what Lahan-nii had wondered earlier.

Nenshin: “.... As expected, can you see it even from a stranger’s point of view?”

Lahan-nii: “I saw it. Your field was much more beautiful than the others.”

Maomao thinks something cheeky along the lines of “Spoken like a professional, expert farmer.”

“... It’s not like I’m making it particularly beautiful. That’s what happens when you build it to increase the yield. I never thought I’d do something so serious/I never thought I’d be the one doing all this nitty-gritty stuff myself.”

“That’s probably right.”

Basen hits hard - but Narrator-Mao notes that it’s understandable why a military officer as serious as Basen would have a cold attitude towards someone who had repeatedly commited acts that were no better than brute - even if it all happened 50 years ago. Basen might even be wondering why Nenshin wasn’t given a worse punishment.

She then goes on to tell us that it’s not like she doesn’t think the same way as Basen. But she does know that nothing will come/be created from punishing someone. At least, thanks to Nenshin being alive, she can hear his story like this.

Maomao questions internally how Rikuson knew about this old man.

Then, as narrator, goes on: A criminal/sinner who was forced onto farmland fifty years ago. Even his status as serf has long since been liberated. She can’t imagine how Rikuson, who’d only been dispatched to Saito(?) for a short time, knows this - or at least finds it unlikely that he would.

In her head she goes on with “Did he ask someone in Saito, or—”

But Narrator-Mao knows it’s faster to listen than to think.

She asks if Rikuson had come to this village after learning about the existence of the ritual.

Nenshin admits that that’s right - but he didn’t think there are any other people left who still know about the existence of the ritual. Even the lord here doesn’t know about it. Rikuson said he had heard about it from an acquaintance or something.

Nenshin then went about putting down his empty cup, sitting back down on the hard-looking bed.

“.... the lord doesn’t know? Um, that’s Gyokuen-sama, right?”

Narrator-Mao recalls that Nenshin had referred to Gyokuen as an upstart feudal lord in his “old tale”.

Nenshin kinda starts backpaddling. “Oh, that was a bad way to say it. It’s not like that. It’s true that Gyokuen is the person who rules the entire Inxi/Nishi-Shu prefecture. But his son is in charge of these things.”

“Son?”

“Yes, the name is Gyokuou, or something like that.”

This man, a former bandit and serf, doesn’t seem to have much respect for his/the lord. While Maomao doesn’t really care, Basen doesn’t seem to like that attitude.

Narrator-Mao’s just glad Basen’s not jumping on Nenshin.

“It seemed to me that Gyokuou-sama was highly valued in this village. Is there something wrong? Is it related to the rituals?” Maomao’s speculating.

“Rituals don’t matter. That’s why he’s popular. The feudal lord doesn’t blame the farmers, even if the crops fail. If we’re in need of food, they have the generosity of heart to give it to us. If you don’t do well, you will get more money than if you work properly.” (sus, so sus)

“Ah, I’m jealous of that” - Lahan-nii blurts out without thinking.

“It’s very charitable. Many people quit ranching because they thought it would be better to become farmers.” - In contrast to what Nenshin was saying, his tone sounded like he was vomiting.

Lahan-nii says that he thinks a lord with that much compassion would perform the ritual properly, tapping on his empty cup as he does.

Nenshin argues:

Like I said earlier, the current lord doesn’t know about rituals. Even the dog clan didn’t know the details of the ritual. What I’m forced to do now is nothing more than an imitation of it, as far as I can tell.

“... these rituals weren’t a divine request or anything, but really a measure to prevent locust plagues.” (I think that's Maomao but there's no proper indicator)

Nenshin goes on:

That’s right. The serfs, including me, were given jobs in exchange for not having their lives taken away from them. We were forced to do it, even if we didn’t want to. Some of us ran away to see if they could, and some were lazy, but they were just allowed to live because of the work - so they were hung without mercy. If you don’t cultivate the field, you’ll die, and if you think like that, you’ll have to work like hell.”

It’s only natural that Nenshin’s past is unforgivable - Narrator-Mao notes.

Nenshin goes on another rant:

After ten years the serfs began to receive money based on the harvest of their fields. It was a small amount, but the ability to save was significant. This area is close to Saito(?). I think that’s why the pardon was so important. It’s simple, you get motivated by that stuff to make your crops grow better, with less diseases, and less insect infested. I began to think about it. I started keeping chickens because they ate the bugs when I dug them up.

“The birds used by the wind-reading tribe are different from chickens, correct?” (Maomao?)

Nenshin argues that no, it weren’t chicken - they wouldn’t be suited for a life of traveling through the grasslands.

Basen makes a serious face.

“A (domestic) duck!”

“There’s no way!” - Lahan-nii shouted immediately (quite aggressively as well by the wording choice used). Basen wrinkled his brows at the sudden attack.

“I heard that the domestic ducks eat insects. Since they’re larger than chickens, don’t they eat more (insects)?”

“The domestic duck is a bird that likes water. There’s no way they could grow in such dry land.”

“Don’t deny it completely. If it works hard enough, even a domestic duck might grow.”

“I’ve never seen a house duck try that hard!”

For some reason, Basen is obsessed with house-ducks.

“Unfortunately, it’s not even a house duck. It was a bird I wasn’t familiar with.” (Nenshin argues)

Lahan-nii makes a face as if to say “Would you look at that!”.

Narrator-Mao thinks that it's a normal reaction for a man his age.

“What's missing from the wind-reading tribe's ritual is the bird. I think they were there not to feed on the insects, but to help them be found. There's no way to know where insects are in the vast grasslands. The Dog Clan probably protected the Wind Reading Tribe because they knew how to do it.” (Maomao?)

And then there are the survivors of the tribe that was wiped out, dismissing it as superstition.

“Hey, can I get back to work now? It's/I'm not quite done yet.”

Nenshin gets up while saying “Alley oops”.

“Yes. If possible, could we help as well?” (Maomao?)

“Visitors from Saito are very fond of this place. The same thing happened with Rikuson as well. This will help though. I'm the only former serf, and the new people in the village only cultivate their own fields. It's getting harder and harder to cultivate the land for those who are gone….”

Narrator-Mao notes that Nenshin must be nearly 70 years old. Yet he continues to work even though he's at an age where he could die anytime.

In her mind she's like “Though, it's not like the crimes he committed can be forgiven.”

The chapter ends with Narrator-Mao noting how it appears that, as he walked, Nenshin seemed to have invisible shackles around his feet.

| Notes • Chapter 12

1) The amount of farming knowledge I have now is.. Anyway, Akikō is an actual thing - just that nowadays they do a lot of it with machines. I couldn't find anything stating that the practice helps against locusts, but jumbo snails came up, ig xD It's also eco-friendly.

Which, btw, seems to be an underlying theme that goes along with more recent-ish political changes in Japan that, I'd guess, influenced all this to some degree. They're digging up the old, tried and true methods to save the environment.

It's for better harvest, less gas emissions, against pests, etc.

2) When Maomao's clutching Lahan-nii's collar, it was a bit hard for me to tell if she stops so Basen pulls away from her or if it might've been Lahan-nii who'd tried getting her off of himself.

3) That one point where Basen's attitude towards Nenshin is brought up, from what I gathered, he's basically being like "yeh sure, a guy like you wouldn't have expected doing any actual, proper work. sounds about right." but it wasn't that elaborated on, which leads into my final note.

4) This chapter and the last had some weird writing structures. 10 had only 3 clear indicators of conversation, while it's clearly told by Nenshin start to finish. No reactions from the others really, or anything.

Similarly, in this one, a lot of the dialogue isn't properly claimed to be this or that person. I went with Maomao for most of these lines since it was brought up before that, since she'd mentioned Rikuson, she'd do most of the talking - but these are free for grabs drafts, I haven't translated the arcs prior to this and compared them to the raw LN's to know if that's stuff that gets fixed by translators or before the offical drops in Japan.

Plus, a lot of sentences are unfinished/cut off or, at other times, you just have to gather from what's going on otherwise or was brought up before. Tough time for the translating wine-aunt but oh well.

The duck joke was fun, apparently Basen's really charmed by them.

I hope you enjoyed. Would you like to get tagged or notified when new chapters drop? Let me know down in the comments or in a dm!

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