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After discussing the future treatment of the shooting range with Ashley, our conversation turned into casual chatter, and we forgot our time to talk about it -.

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Such a peaceful and enjoyable time ended with the sound of a polite knock on the door.

"Excuse me. Master Ashley, Master Schwartz, dinner is ready. And Lord Drumo is here to greet you."

It was Mr. Lester, the old deacon at Zepernell Mansion, who came to the private room. Sounds like it was dinner time sometime.

"Today, at the request of the Sovereign and Charlotte, we have prepared a small dinner party. We plan to welcome you in a small number of ways, starting with Master Drumo."

"Okay. Thanks, Lester."

"Master Ashley's change of clothes is made available in the room, so go there first"

"Well, I'll go first."

I would say dinner parties, but it would actually be like inviting guests to dinner parties. Such abrupt dinner parties have been held on occasion since King Khan Prince and Prince Ark began to stay in Amar as well as Prime Minister Zepernell.

For no particular reason, it is a whim hosted by Chancellor Zepernell, but if that is not how we create an opportunity for face-to-face bonding with the nobles and leading figures around the marine city of Amar, it can once again be one species that gives birth to rebels like the "Hegemon Flower (Rafflesia)".

Ashley goes back to her room with Mr. Lester, and I operate the avatar system to get dressed in an instant.

Nevertheless, it is not necessary to change to clothes in line with dress codes such as tail coats. The dinner party at Zepernell Mansion is fine with more casual outfits, so change the set costume from Schwartz to Shaft, change the Tactical Kevlar Mask to the Black Leopard Venetian Mask, and keep the overcoat off.

Schwartz and Shaft are outside bragging that they're different, but they're still walking around Schwartz in the Zeppernel mansion, and the servants here are just enough trustworthy people. Even if you knew I was Schwartz and a shaft, you never caught a voice talking about it.

When I went down from the second to the first floor, where there was a private room, there were already a number of light points floating in the big dining room.

"Shh - Shaft, you're finally down, what about your sister?

"I'm going back to my room to get dressed"

It was Mr. Shall who walked into the dining room and spoke first. He wore slightly more stylish men's clothing instead of a light outfit as an adventurer he always wore. I hear Mr. Shall has no intention of wearing feminine clothes.

What I hold in my hand is a glass with a yellow, foaming drink - the contents would be the beer I brought from the shopping center.

The guests invited to the dinner party are not yet seated. With fruit liquor and beer behaved as aperitifs, he surrounded King Khan Prince and Prime Minister Zepernell sitting on the couch and stood talked.

I can also see Mr. Marta in that circle. I also wanted to say hello to Princes Wang and talk to Marta about his expedition to Labyrinth Island...

"Ho, you're the shaft of a black hero."

Like standing in front of me, shaking my belly like a big barrel, yellow hair on my pork nose - pork lemons calling out.

"... I'd like you to stop being a black hero, Sir Drumo."

"Humph, it is true... although it is the direct report of the Chancellor, it is only a call to attach to one of the troops in action. But that's also the commander-in-chief of the Amar convoy.

Bishi!! and a short, thick finger of pork lemon was poked right in front of me with a finger that seemed to hear a noise, but my interest was behind it...

It's more important that Mr. Charles, who was listening to our conversation behind Pork Lemon, is still shivering with a bright red face about to erupt beer.

I also turn my gaze to Mr. Shull and advise him to silently "don't spray it" when his eyes are totally laughing - oh, I can't do this.

"Excuse me for a second"

He ran over avoiding the pork lemon, took the towel out of the inventory while pretending to get his hands inside the German SS black clothes, and pressed it into Mr. Shall's face as it erupted.

Bubba -.

"Shull, at the dinner party, that's not good"

I'll take the beer that erupted with a towel and wipe it clean around your mouth so your courtesy doesn't get dirty -.

"Oh, thank God..."

Mr. Shall's face was stained bright red because he was drunk on the beer or because he was patient blowing it out.

"I'm not impressed with you drinking too much before dinner."

"Ugh..."

Beer is not good on an empty stomach. Knowledge is normal in the previous world, but carbonation activates gastric activity. If you just keep drinking beer in addition to there, all the alcohol gets absorbed and you get drunk faster too.

Let Mr. Charles, who is beginning to be able to do so lightly, sit in the usual seat at the long table and send his gaze to the maids standing in the corner of the Great Dining Room.

That alone led one of the maids to bow her head lightly and carry water from the wagon placed in the corner of the big dining room.

"Dear Charlotte, go ahead"

"Mmm, thanks - not at all, I'm having trouble with pork lemons. All of a sudden you say that!

Sure...... I spray just fine.

Fished by Mr. Shall's gaze, I also called myself the Sea God. When I turned my gaze on him, he kept pointing at the void with a pimple and a trembling shoulder.

You've already ignored that one.

At the same time that I made up my mind, Ashley appeared at the entrance to the big dining room. What I'm wearing is a dark blue long dress created by sewers in this world, in reference to a chiffon dress I brought out of a large shopping center.

It is a sewing technique that tends to depend on the skill level of "sewing", but when it comes to design, it can incorporate what was in the previous world as it is. Even with regard to finishing, quality products will be able to be produced in large quantities, without skill proficiency relationships, if the study of fundamental sewing techniques proceeds.

Nevertheless - Ashley's white complexion, covered in a clear thin fabric, looks very sensual.

Ashley's rendezvous brought all the participants to a small dinner party named Dinner Party Tonight.

Prince Wang and his visitors, who were interested in a welcome as the maids urged, sat at the long table, and I, too, pulled the chair next to Mr. Charles - Ashley's designated seat - to welcome him.

"Thanks."

Ashley sitting in the chair whispered and whined in her ear so that I could give it back too.

"The clothes look great on you. But isn't that too much attention?

The men sitting at the long table looked at the chills, but the women with them stared at the clothes Gatsli and Ashley wore.

"Pfft, thanks"

Ashley was blushing a little shy. Mr. Charles, who sits next to him, pinches the edge of the dress, uncommonly confirming the touch of fabric, but isn't he not interested in the woman's clothes?

"Master Ashley's dress is a design I don't even remember seeing in King's Capital. Which one is it?

Marta, who sat relatively close to Ashley, threw questions as if to represent the guests. Since that gaze was not only directed at Ashley, but also at me moving to the seat across the street, I'm guessing Mr. Marta herself has an idea that the great yuan of the dress is on me.

But the story has nothing to do with the ladies waiting for the answer to the question now or now. Ashley raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, daring to answer the question that she knew the answer to.

"This dress was made in an artisanal workshop where we do technical research at the Zepernell family. It's still far enough quality to flow to the market, but the Zeppernel family has taken the lead in managing it, including the design."

"Ho, it already looks good enough in my eyes"

"The artisans will be delighted to have the president of the Marida Chamber of Commerce say so."

With such chatter, the Zeppernells make their guests smell that they are running an artisanal workshop. If this spreads, it will become a cover for my flowing technology and tools.

Even after the dinner party began, the topic focused on Ashley's Artisanal Workshop. This artisan workshop, precisely that of Chancellor Bergman, has the majority of children, but in the future it will contribute to the various technological and cultural improvements in the Kingdom of Kurtomerga while changing the face of that table.

After the dinner party - I had invited Mr. Malta to my private room to discuss the matter after he left for Labyrinth Island.

"Now, I'll leave the attribute demon stone I was able to collect here."

"Please. And is it possible to secure the location of the magic formation?

"Yeah, just one trading ship is returning to port. If you put it in that barn and anchor it in the harbor, you'll be able to carry supplies without anyone asking."

Sitting across the table, drinking tea after a meal and proceeding with the discussion - it is mainly on the supply line that I am discussing with Mr Malta.

You can't just rely on an unattributed demon stone that can be collected from a warcraft/subrace, the status quo where the bottom of the CP (Crystal Point) is right in front of you, to expedite. Some demonic stones have been imported from the Union of the Filtonian Islands, but we do not know what will happen on the discarded labyrinth island of repeated runoff (stampede).

Taking into account the emergency evacuation routes, supplies such as demonic stones and food, the emergency response of Prince Khan and Prince Ark staying in Amar, but also taking into account all of them, I personally must keep secret that I own the Transfer Magic Formation.

I have a group of magic formations that I own - the transfer magic formations that connect the Zepernell Mansion to the Wang Capital are going to leave it in the basement, but for the time being, I will leave that management to the Marines who are coming out of the convoy.

For this reason, the location of the magic team that connects Labyrinth Island to Amar is inconvenient at the Zepernell Mansion.

Ashley and the others will be asked to prepare a place where I can move freely and deliver a report of my activities on Labyrinth Island in addition to securing a supply line. This is to prevent the Marines from seeing the use of their phones and to worry Ashley if they don't decide on clear contact procedures.

Thus - until late in the evening when we were picked up from the merchant shipping yard of the Marida Chamber of Commerce worried about the late return of Mr. Marta - our discussions continued and we celebrated the day of departure.