Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

21 Apr 7442

It's just a week since I got the request. I pulled it to the critical point, but it's the limit now. I have to go to Zoolaid Goldsmith. After running, I took a shower and headed to Zuride Goldsmith in charge of the full gear of the rubber protector up to the sword. I was concerned that a decent adventurer would seem to get a decent job.

I went to the zoolaid goldsmith and when I showed him something like the example crack, it was critical to accept the request, but he didn't particularly dislike or scold me, and he gave me the sword, which was the requested item, every sheath. The delivery address seems to be Sir Kindo. I tried to appraise it because I thought it was a new sword, but it wasn't particularly amazing. The price is also one gold coin, one million Z. That's a standard long sword.

When I received the sword, which was a deposited commodity, I remembered the receipt that was given to me at the same time and left Zoolaid Goldsmith behind. All you have to do is deliver this to Lord Kindo of Dorrit, and return to the administration by May 11 after receiving the money and receiving a receipt (sign) to complete the request.

I just went back to the Vince Pavilion and when I unloaded my stuff and removed my gear, I dressed lightly and went for the Vince IL store. Yesterday, Claw was off and almost all day he was stuck in a Binsuil shop, so I didn't think it was a good idea for the interrupter to show his face. Liar. I just couldn't get there because Halitide kidnapped me and put me under house arrest late by 'Duckleton'.

Go to Bin Suil's and order a breakfast set about the usual table in the corner. She was sloppy with Marie, but she still seems to be magically untrained, and Claw is also teaching her tricks to continue her training.

It's not what I'm gonna say anyway, so I decided to leave it alone. It's only been a couple of days. If they show you the claw that actually makes magic work in front of you, you won't be able to give it up. I taught him a few tricks again and let him demonstrate, but the busy hours of noon approached so he dispersed.

I've given up playing with Litton. You can't play if you go that deep. My preferred type and owner, the toad, are going to crack me up. Plus, if they find out I still have some 'sheath' stock, they're going to eat it up. I was told last night that I had to wait another three months as long as I persevered, or that it was hard to look good at it.

Oh, yeah, 'Litton', but the price for a single play was three silver coins. It was 30000Z. Much higher than I thought. Whatever. Claw's paycheck is 40000Z a week. Taking into account that nearly half of this will be taken to head taxes, Claw is enough to go once after about two weeks of the lowest living. Judging from the necessities of household goods that can be purchased other than food, it will be about 30,000 yen at par value, but when calculated backwards from the average disposable income in rural areas, it feels like it is about 100,000 yen in the previous life of Japan. Urban areas change slightly, but still have an image of nearly 100,000 yen. It was an unscrupulous luxury store. It's not an easy place to go.

If you can ride an 8000Z or 10000Z sheath at that time, isn't that what you get less customers for? Calculations say about 30 customers come a day, so sales will be 900,000 Z., 27 million Z. in January, and 320 million Z. a year or so. Most of the sales will be in Haritide's nostalgia because the employee whores will have most of the slave class anyway. 210 gold coins, even if it's two-thirds, minus 10% tax and various expenses from the sale of 320 gold coins. It's an account that earns me close to my entire fortune every month.

Reminds me of Fujikuro's unique skills. Seduction. Precious. That guy, I can bear it a lot. What a 14 year old with a beast. My mental and physical age are different, so I thought I'd accumulate, and, you know, it's hard, a lot. Because no matter how many MPs are in the super crowd, they don't just lose control of their desires. There's also a limit to control just because you don't try to fulfill your desire in a short circuit.

Extreme stories, it's hard to starve to death while watching it, even with a treat in front of you. but maybe I can stand it longer than a normal person thanks to the MP. Likewise you will be able to not sleep and continue to endure. But one day the MP will also run out with the debilitation of the body, and even if someone stops it, they will devour or fall asleep. There are limits to suppressing it with the power of will. Besides, just because you can stand it doesn't make you want less. I'm just saying I can be lean and patient.

Seriously, for sleep cravings and appetite, I know what MP is like when it goes to 0, and I have experience. If you don't feel like dying, you will have a strong desire to resist. What happens if those two are satisfied and the MP reaches 0 when it accumulates? It's just horrible to imagine. So, you know, Marie's training laws also make sense.

I was hanging out for a road just one off Central Avenue trying to get to a store other than 'Litton' with a hard time and thinking about such an asshole. That's a little early, but it would be a good time for lunch. Do you suppose to go after a proper tummy?

I thought so and went to a fancy store other than "Litton" and "Pink Monsoon," which Vince Pavilion taught me politely, there was a toad. Why not? Naturally, I was found and forced to talk to the owner of 'Pink Monsoon' about the sheath. Unlike Halitide, the owner of a very ordinary appearance said, "Wholesale it to us, too".

I had no choice but to wholesale it at the same price as' Litton '. However, this store only has 400 packs in three months. A total of 1000 packs in conjunction with' Litton '. The amount of rubber used will be about 30 pairs of sandals, so there is no problem. Sandals will only give you 1.2 million Z for 30 legs, but sheaths will give you 10 million Z.

I've talked to the owner of "Pink Monsoon" and he feels like a discerning type of person. I thought I could expect VIP treatment, but I was entertained again at "Duckleton" when I said, "There's no way I'm going to use Mr. Gried as an employee of the store." That's enough. Keel seems to sell his face to the industry and he can't even play with it.

25 Apr 7442

I left Keel yesterday and I was able to deliver my sword safely to Sir Kindo. He also went to the Sagret Chamber of Commerce, which regularly sends out caravans to Barkud every month, and entrusted him with letters to his brother. Of course, the contents are about sheath delivery. Finally, I asked where the example liaison person (connection) was located. I used to come to Barkud to escort the caravan here.

I hadn't seen him come to Barkud with a caravan escort since, so I had my predictions, but it doesn't look like he's hired him now at the Sagret Chamber of Commerce. I had no choice. When I asked him what he knew, he told me about a liquor store. They say it's the cheapest tavern of all three in this Dorrit.

I tried to get to the tavern quickly but noticed the horse was out of the way. Do it, what do I do? You'd better look for an inn where you can keep your horses and take care of them, like Keel's Vince Pavilion. I was embarrassed but went back to the Sagret Chamber of Commerce again and was introduced to the Inn. Thank you. It seems that Barkud's caravan always uses it. Then you'll feel safe.

When he entered the inn and took care of the horse and the room, cash and other valuables were collectively deposited at the front desk for each rubber pulling backpack, and he quickly went out to the said tavern. The rubber protector stays on so we know it's a Barkud associate. They also left the squire escorting the caravan on, except when they went to bed, so that's all right.

Said liquor store was quickly found. Dorrit's not as big as Keel, and the roads aren't as crappy as the city. It's like Birkood Village, which has grown somewhat crowded. I can't get lost if I want to. More or less, just like Barkud, there are only about two stories or more of buildings in Lord Kindo's mansion, as well as the Sagret Chamber of Commerce. Naturally, most buildings are made of wood.

When I got to the tavern, I was so relieved that I could find the man right away. It's convenient because the missing asshole surface can be easily discerned even if it's away while it's characteristic. You must have noticed I came in. The liaison officer (connecting) talked to me intimately about coming to my table.

"This is up at Master Gried's. Long time no see. This is Hendell. Do you remember?

"Oh, long time no see, Hendell. Of course I remember. How's your leg after that? Are you in pain?

I'll reply as friendly as I can.

"Of course. Come on, thanks to you, this, this is right. It's totally better, thanks a lot. Come on."

"That's good. I'm worth the cure too.... What do you say? Why don't you join us for a drink? I don't have a lot to go with, but there's plenty of room in this store for me."

"Huh? Are you sure? Then I'll make it easier for you to sweeten your words."

When I said I was luxurious, my eyes changed color.

After that, we talked about something that didn't matter for a while, but it started to fit in nicely. I thought Dorritt seemed quick to shop because he wasn't urban like Keel, but the light lit up the magic props. It's not as rural as Barkud, and I'm guessing the tavern will open somewhat late.

"With that said, Hendell. When the maid who worked at the house died when she was attacked by a goblin, and you cared a lot. You, did you care about that maid for a second?

It's a good time to come around for a drink. I'm not drunk at all because I'm magically detoxifying myself when I come out pretending to piss outdoors.

"Huh? Hey, boulder is Bo. Watch closely. Hey, but that's not what I'm gonna do. It's a little bit about work."

"Huh? Work?

Ask strangely. Then the liaison officer (connected) looked a little off, but he immediately fixed it.

"Hey, I took care of that maid when I was a carpenter."

"Heh."

"Well, it's not a big deal, but that makes me more concerned..."

Behavioural suspicion is getting. Eyes wander everywhere, restless.

"Dude, what's going on? Take it easy. Well, drink it."

That's what I recommend wheat shochu.

"Heh, this is so easy. Hey, you can't hide it. As a matter of fact, I'm right, just do it with the letter ho on that maid... lights up easily. I'm sorry Goblin hit me."

... Hmm, here it comes.

"Oh yeah, that's a total shame. Well, have a drink."

"Heh..."

Shall we change the way we attack a little? If this doesn't work, I'll have to tighten it up this evening, make it all throw up, and then finish it.

"It's a little different, but neither have I. My second son hasn't followed me since he kicked me out of the house telling me to do it even as an adventurer. Good thing I got a delivery request this time. Wouldn't there be a story where you could make some good money?

I'll pour you some cancer liquor.

"Well, I don't know if there's such a delicious story... oh, are you doing adventurers? With a keel?"

"Oh, yeah"

"Keel... I can't take care of you anymore... what's up... hmm"

"What, talk properly, don't you have enough to drink? Here."

I poured alcohol again when I pushed the tallest pork skewer in this store in front of Hendell.

"Oh, it's not easy.... thats right. Do you think I'm usually in Keel?

"Oh, yeah. I rarely come here."

That's what I drank.

"Hmmm... then you won't even hit it with me..."

"Ah? What is it?

I lay my elbow on the table and start messing up words as if the booze had finally come around.

"No, there is. Actually, I was being looked after by my husband in Keel. It's a little bit more westerly than Dorrit's, so, well, it's easy, but I think I owe you a little favor for taking care of me."

"Rik it back. What the hell. Wouldn't you mind turning me around for a good story?

Is this about Begle? The core of my head is cold.

"Right. Keel has a regular inn called 'Roberick'. If my husband tells me that Begle is rooting for me, I'll probably give him a job."

"Heh, that's Begle. I think I've heard your name before."

"Oh, it's easy for a husband to be a celebrity Begle. I'll tell you what, I'm tightening up Keel's gobbles. The Begle husband I'm talking about is like a bag of wisdom for Begle's husband. I don't know my real name, but I've only met him before. Well, I've only seen you a couple of times, but I think you're going to call yourself the famous Begle to keep you from revealing who you are."

The liquor came around nicely, and I can see that the pork skewers were loaded with fat and the mouth slipped better.

"Oh, well, did Hendell go all the way to Keel with that husband to meet him?

"No, I'll do it here, in Dorrit. I also had an introduction, and you came all the way from the other side. I did. Can you remember Bo... old man Bulk used to hate Dorrit. The Bulk old man told Begle's husband that he was his successor."

!! Bulk is an adventurer I used to kill. The guy who came to Barkud with a caravan escort and came in contact with Mun was named Bulk. It's my first experience. I won't forget your name on the boulder. Besides, I was able to confirm the connection with Begle. All you have to do is tap this yarn.

"Heh, well. Am I supposed to go to an inn called 'Roberick' and say I want to meet Begle's husband?

"No, my husband is a careful man, so give him the landmark. Tell the" Roberick "receptionist father," It's from Lombert, "and give him the red cloth. Then my father will speak to Begle's husband. Easy. So, we can talk about it on dimensions."

"I see, is the red cloth anything you want? You know, size, shades, everything, right?

"Oh, it looks like most things are going to be okay."

Oh, well, then you'll be fine. After that, I stayed with Hendell until the store closed. Only the cheap store didn't even do the accounting for 6000Z. Eat and drink a lot. That's the price.

I worried scattered during the conversation, but I stopped killing him. Because I figured if I killed Begle anyway, there wouldn't be any handouts left to contact this guy with the Sagual family in the Kingdom of Davas, and I wouldn't do anything until I made my own handouts and reported them. You can tell me it's sweet.

April 28, 7442.

We stayed another night in Dorrit and slowly came back to Keel. The time is already near evening. Do you dare go to the Vince Pavilion? 5000Z a night hurts, but only the luxury inn is cozy, and I can ask you to take care of the horse. Above all, it's a luxury not to have to worry about the luggage you keep in your room at all.

After I picked up the room and asked to take care of the horse, I removed the protector and then changed into the worn clothes that were stuck in the bottom of the backpack, just in case the sword was lowered to my hips and quickly headed to 'Roberick'. Come on, it's not a good idea to just wrap it around leather strings. Can I buy you about a sheath? Tomorrow, when I have time, I decide to buy a sheath and head to Roberick.

Shaken by a horse all day today as he draws an elongated shadow near dusk, he draws his tired body and walks. When I arrived at "Roberick," the sun finally began to set. Well, if I can see Begle B today, that's fine. Just check it out for once. If you magically smash it to death without saying whether or not you are alone later, your hindsight worries will disappear. Assuming you're not in 'Roberick', then you can come back after tomorrow.

The red cloth is cheap, but I bought something like a handkerchief.

He opened the door of 'Roberick' and offered his cloth by saying to his father at the reception, 'It's from Lombert'. My father opened his mouth just in case he saw the cloth.

"I'm not here today. I'm out on a big job. I don't know if I'll be back today. If you're in a hurry, grab this guy and go to a restaurant called 'Bin Suil'. My husband should be there."

What are you talking about? Even Bin Suil? You must have noticed me looking strange as I received the black coin. Father went on to say.

"The big work stage is called" Bin Suil. "

!! What do you mean? I'd like to hurry up and go to 'Bin Suil's' but I'd like some information. I ask as I force my mind to fall aside.

"Heh, what's a big job? Do you even push in?

"... you're a Dabus liaison (connection), too, because you're saying a word to the red cloth, aren't you? What squad?

Not good. Yeah, stay.

"... it's a sagual"

"Sagual, huh? You haven't heard that name in a long time. There's a hiding place in Begle, and he always says his name is Begle, but it's not his last name. This guy is a rough guy with an adventurer breakdown, but he's tied up in hiding because he has strong arms and cuts some snacks. It's got a name with it, so it would be perfect for a hideout, wouldn't it? So, even though the hideout is somewhat obnoxious, it's an adventurer collapse, so sometimes I snap out of the gas and it's boiled."

'Roberick' 's father said boringly.

"So you're saying that that gas drain is a big job?

"Oh, the gas drain itself isn't a big job or anything. I don't know the details, but this time he said the goal was to grab the diner's daughter. I have dark hair just like you, though it's going to sell high. He said he was going to make a scene in that store, make it into debt and enslave it. They'll do it after sundown for a while. So maybe he won't come home today. Maybe I should go if I hear from you in a hurry. 'Bin Suil' is south of East Street along the river, so you'll find out."

What? You mean you're gonna enslave Marie and sell her away? Not if you're wasting your time.

"Heh, well. Well, I'll just go. You want me to show you this coin?

"Right, bye."

I left 'Roberick'. The sun is setting by more than half. He looks around and rushes out at full speed. We'll still have a little time, but we can't afford to go back to the Vince Pavilion and put protectors on or run into the Knights.

My brother-in-law who helps Marie and Claw... well, I'm not thankful... shit!