I Became a Regulatory Official for the Poaching of Monsters, but the Rescued Monsters are trying to

And when he had managed to calm down the Quessarampasarans, and brought them back to the tail of Ur, the Takkets also rode Ur, and returned to the king's city.

Once I get home, I get off Ulu in my usual backyard. That's right, I'd like to avoid traveling around the city in this big wool, except for emergencies.

"Well, I'm going to the bakery, so you guys can leave a message here. You don't have to go anywhere, but I'll leave the flour with you."

Because of what Taketo said, the Quessalampasalans rushed away from Ulu's tail and stuck inside the Taketo.

"Wow... how do you guys stick together? This"

It doesn't have a suction cup or a limb, but it sticks together. Grab it with your hand and let it go smoothly without any resistance, but when you let it go, it drifts through the air and sticks to the tacket again. If you dare, it looks like the blades are stuck together by static electricity.

Chante giggled when she saw the caesarean bamboo shoots.

"Taketo, you look like a snowman in pure white.

I'm not very happy to hear that. Or is there a snowman in this world? Is that a beast? Are you human? Which one is it? But that's not the problem right now.

"Er, what am I supposed to do? I can't go all over the city with this. I can't even go to the bakery."

So he murmured with a sigh, and the Quessaran Pasalans said, "Miu!?" "Mummy mummy mummy!?" he cried.

"Oh, my God. Ring, you guys. Where's the voice coming from?

I feel like I have seen it, but I can't find any parts other than my eyes. Or are you just hiding in your hair? When I was observing a dog about the size of a doggy ball that was ringing "Mummy" on my palm, I shouted "Mummy."

"... ah, that?

And suddenly shrinking on your palm... No, rather than shrinking, it feels like the shape is going down in size. In the end, it was about a hundred yen coin.

In my palm, I'm jumping as pleasantly as ever.

"Heh, you guys are free to resize. It's funny."

I don't know what kind of ecology it is, but it seems to be able to change its size freely. Looking at it, the other Quesalampathalans that were attached to the body of the tacket also looked smaller and larger than a coin.

The Quessaran Pasarans jumped up the body of the tacket and gathered over their heads. When it's stuck there, it doesn't even look like it's wearing a small hat.

This looks like we can walk around the city.

Well, when I thought I'd go to the bakery, I heard a grudging voice in my bag.

"That's my seat...."

A small nose tip came out of the bag. Tonyoshi. It seems like the Quessaran Pasalans are afraid of not coming out of the bag because they were wrapped up earlier.

"How long has my head been in your seat..."

While saying that, I gently stroke Tongi's nose.

"These guys just happen to be here. They're going to cross at will, so they're going somewhere right away."

"Well, that's good. I'll take a nap until I get to the bakery."

Did you feel a little better after being stroked? Tongi regained his vigour in his voice and pulled him back into the bag again.

Ready?

Chante, who had been back inside the house for a while, came out. Put on a wide straw hat and get a basket for shopping. Take the basket and walk toward the city with me.

The Quessaran Pasarans were occasionally on top of their heads, but they stayed still until they got to the bakery where they wobbled.

The bakery where the tukets often go is near the center of the city. There are other bakeries close to home, but we only sell expensive white bread because there are many wealthy people living around us. As a result, shopping often comes to this area, which is close to downtown.

However, I came near the bakery and noticed that the condition was different from usual.

I don't see any bread today, which is usually piled up in the counter.

"What? Was today a regular holiday?

Chante shook her neck strangely when asked by the tacket.

"Yeah, I don't think so. Ah, look. There's a baker's wife in the back of the shop."

"Really. Why don't you ask?"

The baker's wife beats the kiln with a noodle stick and peeks inside in front of Ishigama, a stone kiln for baking bread in the back of the shop.

When Taketo went to the bakery counter, he called out to his wife.

"Are you out of bread today?

"Oh, I'm sorry. The part I baked this morning has already come off. I'd like to cook the next one, but the kiln is in bad shape. I can't get the temperature up."

My wife told me with a weak face when she came to the counter.

"It's hard....."

and Chante.

"Well, maybe the chimney got stuck in the soot. Sometimes this happens. Even the soot in the chimney should raise the temperature again. Sorry about that. You came all the way here. I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could contact another bakery. There are several other bakeries in the city."

"Really...."

I'm sorry I can't eat the bread from this store, but I can't help it. Turning his legs to go to other stores, he remembered that the purpose of coming to the bakery was not just bread.

"Ah, yes. I just want flour if I can."

When Taketo asks, his wife says he can give it to him right away.

"How much do you want?

"In the meantime, just get in here."

Remove the sachet from the basket and hand it to your wife over the counter. My wife took it to the back of the shop, opened the wooden barrels and put the flour in a bag.

When I buy a large amount of flour, I go to the miller, but when I want a small amount for cooking, many people buy it at the bakery like this, so I was not asked what it was used for, so they gave me a bag of flour.

When they put the money at the counter and tried to pick up the bags, the Quessaran Pasalans, who had been quiet on the head of the tacket until then, suddenly made a noise.

"Miu!?

"Mummy mummy!

The Quessaran Pasarans returned to their original size and were killed in a sachet of flour in the hands of the bait.

"Wow, here, here. I'll give it to you later, so just be quiet."

"Yikes. What is this!?

Trying to get into a small bag of wheat flour first, they pushed each other and made a big fuss. Bakery wives are also surprised by the sudden gathering of white mofs.

Chante is right, the Quesalampathalans seem to love flour.

And there it is. The bakery's tactics opened and a man came in.

Oh, my God.

"Oh, you. How'd it go? When's the chimney cleaner coming?

Your wife goes away from the tackets to her husband.

The husband slowly shook his head to the side in trouble.

"I can't come here for a while because my job is stuck up. I was told it would be five days at the earliest."

"Why does it take so long? You're weak. Until then, you can't bake bread."

"I tried other chimney cleaners, but they were busy everywhere."

"Absolutely. That's why I told you. I've been trying to clean up before."

"You can't help saying that now, can you?

The tone of the bakery's wife and husband is getting steeper and steeper, and the couple is about to develop.

When I was watching how Taketo and Chante were doing, one of the Quessaran Pasalans, who had been trying to push each other into a bag of flour, said, "Miu? He turned to the couple of bakers who were arguing and stopped moving.

And what are you going to do, the Quessalampasalan flies to them and says,