10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Is this finally ok on the west side? I'm not moving on..."

"Brother Eugene, do you want me to come back and snap you again?

The season is late autumn.

Eugene had speculated on the installation of a fence surrounding the planned exploration site.

Alice magically helps Eugene! and watched Eugene work intentionally.

By the way, Kotalou is looking around the perimeter.

Build fences that include anti-monster measures such as sea lions and boars and hopefully even temporarily stopping monsters. That was a lot of work.

Naturally. I can't build a tongue fence because I don't have tongue. The garage walls are tongue, but I was hesitant to peel them off and use them for the fence. I can't even build the easiest net fence because I don't have a net. Electric fences and so on. There are no iron strip nets at all.

We had to strike a wooden pile into the ground and take a primitive way to rope the horizontal tree together.

It is reinforced by passing trees diagonally, but would be to the point of rest. In the first place, there are no wooden planks, and nails are known. The residents of the bulletin board were also screaming at the exhaustion. As a result, it is this wooden fence, separated from the vermin control and slight stopping.

"Mr. Sat, just go downstairs!

During pioneering, Alice's magic bursts, which helped remove the roots of the tree.

It snaps the exterior of the wooden fence installed by Eugene, creating a shallow but small moat. It was a tearful effort.

For the first time since autumn, the season is late autumn.

The trees that were showing beautiful red leaves dropped their leaves and it's not strange whenever the snow came out.

Imo planted on one side of the field will also be harvested, and all that remains is to wait for Kevin's arrival.

By the way, I also planted Imo this year in the field where I planted Imo last year, but the harvest was not Fang (Kanba). There seems to be some dysfunction. It was Eugene who felt even more the need for someone with agricultural knowledge of this world.

Um, I think it's time for Mr. Kevin.

Such a grunt of Eugene echoed in the woods where the leaves fell.

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Back home, Eugene and Alice were having a light lunch.

For lunch today, powdered potatoes made with freshly harvested imo. Looks like I've decided to make it easy today, but with the dishes that fit in my stomach.

Alice swells her cheeks all the time and eats imo. She turned 8 the other day but was still a child when she ate.

Fuji looks out the window.

Fluffy and fuzzy (...) were flying through the woods. It is a signal that it will soon snow and winter will begin.

Oh, is it winter already? Oh, Eugene leaking such a soliloquy. Fantastic landscapes are also familiar to see in the third year.

"Eugene! Thanks for waiting -!

I can hear you calling Eugene from the outside.

One, one, one, one. I also heard Kotalou. It is a roaring noise that never ceases to speak of.

Eugene putting the chopsticks down quickly.

Stand up.

Jump out of the dining room and sandal at the front door.

Gallari opens the door and runs out.

It was a visit from pedestrian Kevin.

Behind you you can see other shadows of the usual adventurers.

Eugene runs to the gate at the best speed ever.

Approaching.

And finally, I see the figure of the beast man Kevin brought in.

Is it racist? Big ears hanging from above my head to the side.

Kind eyes. He stares at Eugene with a slightly nervous face.

Simple long sleeve tunic and trousers. Is it a cold remedy, with cloth wrapped around my upper body like a shawl?

The tail that looked chilly from between his legs was fuzzy, long enough to likely reach the ground.

The back of his hand, visible from the long-sleeved cuffs, was fuzzy.

Both the chest and neck peeking from the tunic were fuzzy.

And his face, it was fuzzy.

Or it was almost a dog.

It was a golden retriever.

A golden retriever in bipedal clothes was there.

Eugene gazes at the left hand of the upright Golden Retriever.

There was a small golden retriever with hands connected to the upright golden retriever.

It's still upright.

I also wear clothes.

Of course it is fuzzy.

Is it the parent child, whose face looks just like that?

The little golden retriever had a crisp look as if he had had determination.

Eugene gazing at the left hand of the small golden retriever.

There was a black cat walking on two legs holding hands with a small golden retriever.

Is it about 160cm tall?

My ears above my head stand pinned.

Chemomimi as painted. Moreover, it is a cat ear.

His face was, of course, a cat.

The tail was slowly swinging wide left and right.

Female, no. Is it a woman, her chest is slightly pushing up her clothes.

On the left from Eugene, a large golden retriever about 180 cm tall.

A small golden retriever with determination on his face at the front.

A black cat moves her gaze intriguingly with a chiropractor to the right.

Three, no. All three are wearing clothes on foot.

Eugene stops and solidifies with her expression falling out.

Time flies quietly as you stare.

One-on-one barking cottage rushes to the side of Eugene just to tell her what's going on, hold on.

Looks like Eugene finally returned to me.

"Uh, nice to meet you, I'm Eugene. Um, um, that? Chemomimi? Yeah, well, you're definitely Chemomimi, yeah. Uh, for now, Mr. Kevin, why are there three of you?

Things that I feel a little different from the chemomimi I wanted seem to have been put up on the shelf for a while.

Once frozen, it was a reasonable question.

"Hello, Mr. Eugene. Sorry I'm late. Well, let's start with that."

These three are family members, and Kevin, a pedestrian who begins to explain. Big dogs and cats are a couple, and little dogs say they're the children.

There are cases where beasts can make children even if they are of different races, in which case the children are born with the qualities of one of their parents' races, he said. Of course there seems to be a combination of races that children can't make.

The village where the family lived was attacked by monsters, repelled without death, but unfortunately it was their field where it became a battle. Of course there was some compensation from the village, but it is not originally a wealthy village or home. He said there was not enough tax and he had no choice but to sell himself.

But the dogs and fathers, they say, are a species that cares about family connections. I can't stand selling children and leaving them, or even selling myself. Just leave me alone. Selling fields and houses can only be a bundle of three sentences, not enough for taxes. Kevin heard the story where he was worried.

Would you like your father to become a slave and pay the taxes that aren't enough for that money, and your mother and children would move into the new land as a family as free men, Kevin suggests. He admitted that he would leave the land he was accustomed to, but if his family could stay with him.

"So I brought your family. I also thought Eugene was unexpected, so I'm bringing more food for both of us. Don't worry, I won't pay for that. Of course, slaves are for one father, so they're for one. Then say hello."

When Kevin finished the conversation, I could hear him running with a toad. It's Alice.

Apparently, he's been on his way since he had lunch with Kittin. She is a child. Although there is no denying the possibility that the meal is just tense.

"Ah, Ju-jin (...) -! Some boys! Alice is Alice! I was 8 years old the last time! Regards!

Alice, who has been running, greets her with the momentum she has left. It is the greeting of this world that opened its right hand and placed it on its left chest, beneath its clavicle.

"It's Marcel. Good luck as Eugene's slave from now on, thank you. Field work has always been done. And you can do simple carpentry work."

Just like Alice, Marcel, the father of the Dog Nation, who greets with the gratitude of this world. It is Eugene. It's only natural given the position of slave and master.

"Nya, Marcel's connection. Hunting and doing chores. Good at cooking. Greetings."

Thank you. It sounds like an unspoken tone, but my eyes shine with curiosity. Apparently this tone isn't in a bad mood, it's like the ground. Kevin doesn't seem willing to blame either because he is not a slave to Eugene.

"Mother, that would make me nya. Your mother's name is Nina. I'm Marc. I'm 12. Oh, you know, I'm not a slave, but I work hard too, and Bo, you can touch my ear and tail, so, oh, oh, don't touch your father's ear and tail!

The cat mother seemed to be Nina, not Nya. It is difficult for the cat tribe to say Na Rong.

Marc takes his feet a step forward with a ready look.

Pulp and tremble, with the tail of the fuzzy between his legs, teary-eyed. It is so important for the Beasts to touch their tails with Chemomimi, a sign of pride. What have you heard from Kevin the pedestrian?

"Oh, hey, nice to meet you... No, it's okay, because I don't touch that muddy...... Uh, it's Eugene. Best regards,"

Eugene also gives thanks for this world. Looks like Alice taught me.

We finished our first meeting greeting. Together. Marc, still young, hears Eugene's words, stroking his breasts first ho.

One Cottaro barks. Don't be silly, I think you're saying.

He is barking at the family of the Beasts as if to go on and say hello to One One.

Hearing the voice of Cotareau, the three Beastmen kneel on the ground, arms raised and belly shown. Of course, my stomach is not swollen because I am hiding with clothes.

Show the other person his stomach.

It was a tribute to the superior to the Beast tribe.

Eugene, the lord of slaves treated perverted by reputational damage in his first encounter.

Alice, a toddler girl who exchanged greetings without any problems.

A dog shown thanks to the superior, Cottalow.

It was chaos.

No, look calmly. Maybe this is the right sequence.