Labyrinth Restaurant

"Oh, wow......!

Near the entrance to the labyrinth city, one young man was exclaiming in the streets where many people and carriages would go. A young man who seems to be everywhere, with an atmosphere of pure countrymen, like no special beauty or craftsmanship. He is apparently distracted by so many people and splendid buildings that he has never seen before.

"Hey brother, if you're standing there, you're in the way!

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Advice, the rushing merchant yelled at me.

The young man bowed his head and apologized, now careful not to stop, entering the city early enough. There were many more things in the city that tickled my curiosity than when I saw them from the outside, and it took some inner grasp to keep me from stopping.

"The city is amazing..."

In any case, a line like 'Mr. Ohri' leaked out of my mouth naturally.

The people on the road look somewhat dirty, and the youth feel somewhat backward even though they have done nothing wrong.

It's actually a new city like it hasn't been done for a year yet, so you and everything are like newcomers, but there's no way young people can tell what's going on around it when they start leaving the village where they were born and raised.

He heard recently that the economical city is a few days walk from the village and he just came looking for a job. I didn't even know so much about public opinion as I barely knew about the story of being a brave king of demons that had crowded the world earlier.

Nevertheless, these young people are not otherwise uncommon in labyrinth cities.

Hundreds and thousands of people in similar circumstances have lived since the third son of a farmer who has no prospect of inheriting a house, or mercenaries whose work the world has flashed in peace, women who were helping with narrow-shouldered chores without athe going to their daughter-in-law, or simply young people dreaming of the city.

Moreover, since the majority of these young people do not come alone with some connections, no matter how good the economy on the surface would be in a normal city, where security would deteriorate or they would overflow with unemployed people.

But come on. This city wasn't normal.

If you apply for immigration to a public building in several parts of the city, your immediate life will be taken care of, and you will be offered the good offices of a proper job.

When it comes to security, there are so many people out there that very few crimes are committed. Sometimes there is some quarrel between drunks.

There are armed adventurers and soldiers sent from all over the city, and before that, most crimes end without even attempting. The magic of powerful spiritual interference is acting on the entire city, and I don't even feel like doing anything wrong in the first place, so much so that rumors are circulating among the wizards of the city.

That also feels like a kind of brainwashing or ideological control when you think calmly, but the city's rulers, who know the truth, just laugh and tease even when asked about it. Well, nobody's in trouble, and so far no complaints have come, so maybe it's safe.

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The young man earlier seemed to have managed to reach the public building where he was hosting immigrants, even though he was a little lost. I waited awhile after receiving the number tag waiting in order and waited quietly for my turn as I observed my surroundings with a tense face.

"Wow."

I don't know how many times today, but the word "wow" comes naturally. Didn't I say "wow" for a year or so just for one day today?

When it comes to people waiting in order, I didn't have to feel as uncomfortable as the whole city because there are so many people with the same look as the youth, but it's an assortment of beauty shapes that I no longer even think of as the same person when it comes to a few silver-haired men and women who work one after another at the point of contact (they're not actually human because they're homunculus, but there's no reason for the youth to know that).

The youth didn't even get the emotion that they were too different from themselves to be jealous, and all they could do was open their mouths to pocan and shudder.

"One hundred twenty-three, please, to the eleventh point of contact. Anyone at one hundred twenty-three?

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry!

The young man, who was bonking like his soul had fallen out of his body, replied hastily when he realized his number was being called.

Responding at the eleventh point of contact is a beautiful man who just tells you where he is, and the youth will be naturally frightened. You can feel something like elegance from every casual thing you do, and it's hard to just talk about it.

Nevertheless, if a beauty like the one you deal with at both neighboring desks was the other, you wouldn't have been nervous enough to even talk properly. The youth listened to the contact person, just a little sorry at the same time as the relief that same-sex officials were opponents.

"Your birth, name and age have been verified and registered. There is a public home in the location of this map, so you'd be glad to move in from today?

"Yes, please"

"And this one will be the payment. Use it as a living expense for your account."

There were a bunch of shiny silver coins in the bag they gave me. After you have a set of furniture you need for your life, it's enough money to eat just that for a while if you save.

With regard to this payment, once in the form of debt, it is lent on the broken condition of no interest, unsecured and no reminder (if you have no problem examining priors or friendships by magical means).

I have explained that it is also possible to refuse if it is not necessary, but few people say no. Well, it's like a charity on the part of the demon world that made too much money on this.

The youth cautiously nostalgic a bag of Zuri and heavy silver coins with a faintly trembling hand. If you drop it, it's tough.

"If I drop it, I'll definitely (...) come back, so it's okay."

I told a young man nervous with a lot of money in his hand that the man in charge of the contact, Homncrus, would reassure him. Maybe there's some trick to the bag or the silver coin itself. There's no way to be sure of a young man who's never actually seen it just because he's heard of magic or something like that, but he's convinced of the wonder and the words.

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"Awesome room......"

After completing various procedures in the public buildings, the young people even came to public housing, which would be a place of immediate life. My first voice when I opened the door to the room was a familiar "wow".

The size itself isn't that big, but the interior, which hasn't even been built yet, is kept clean and seems like a comfortable space to see.

The furniture originally provided for the room was explained that if you don't like it, it will be picked up free of charge, but the bed and the tans are clearly superior to the items used at the youth's home.

Now I look over and over again at the map that I was given because I was anxious to see if I had the wrong room, but the room assigned to the youth is definitely this place.

"Ha, ha"

Sleeping on his back on a soft bed, the youth just laughed that he couldn't cut off. No one in his hometown village, not even the village chief, lives in such a good room. Such a room will be his own from today on.

The young man, who had been gobbling around in bed for a while to see how comfortable it was, fell asleep that day wondering if he was tired of travelling.

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The next morning, at an early hour when the sun still wouldn't rise, the youth woke up hungry.

I haven't eaten for more than half a day since I fell asleep yesterday at the hour to see if it's still evening. Starting today, we have to look for work, but the youth decided to have a tummy first before doing so.

"Awesome!

The young man, who somehow headed in the direction of the crowd, arrived at the morning market in the labyrinth city.

There are also numerous stalls for people working in the market, with a delicious scent on one side. The young man, who was increasingly stimulated by the smell, bought a cup of braised mochi in a store that was nearby for now.

The simmering, poured all over a large wooden jar, has plenty of moths and vegetables, and by the time it's violent, it smells delicious.

Apparently, the one I use for this simmer is pork mochi.

Stronger than chicken moss, with a hint of sweet flavor of fat.

Thanks to the use of ginger to flavor the juice, it is also a good condition that the tingling irritation moderately irritates the tongue and stomach.

The young man, who happened to eat up a cup without leaving a drop of juice in between, was long lost in whether to ask for a replacement, but this time his self-control seems to have barely won. I ran away from the front of the stall as if to shake off the temptation.

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'Worker, please. Festival Executive Committee'

When the youth walked away from the market for a while, they realized that such stickers were everywhere in the city. Just thinking about looking for a job, he glanced at a condition that says small at the bottom of the sticker.

"Job Description: Helping Build an Arena

Construction experience preferential, inexperienced welcome

No overtime, pay increase available

Promoted to managerial position with a month of training

Nico, it's always an at-home place to work. '

Apparently, they're looking for people and feet to build a building.

The young man had no experience with carpentry, but he was confident in his power because he had been farming from day to day. Seems like I thought I might be able to do this too.

Overall, it smells pretty black there, but there's no way a simple rural youth would know the finesse around it. Instead of doubting it, I was honestly delighted with the good fortune of getting around to such good conditions of work.

According to the sticker note, the job reception location looks like the public building I just went to yesterday. The young man ran toward the public building just because someone else had to take the job.

Whether his choice, which progresses with exasperation, is auspicious or vicious.

More importantly, can we do well at the end of the line in this city in the future, or will we leave the city with disappointment without everything working out?

That is not yet known to anyone, nor to the youth themselves.

If I may, I will be happy for the future of this young man.