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

"Now we begin the 8153rd Elf's Lee Presbyterian Church"

'Huh? Um, isn't that a lot this time? But is that what it is?'

"Hmm, looks like Lord Eugene doesn't have the gift of a scratch."

"Rigiri.... um. This way of saying it, you look like an elder. '

Inside the elves, in the woods behind them.

Around the large oval tree table was a row of old elves and Eugene.

It is an elderly elf, a presbytery of ten men and women.

The day after he saw "A Place to Guide the Rare Man When He Comes," Eugene was invited to the occasion again.

'Uh, what can I do for you today?

"Um, Leese's grandmother Isabel asked me to entrust her with other rare letters and artifacts."

'That's the thing, Mr. Eugene. I'm suddenly sorry.'

'No, I understand. Is that the crate over there?

'Bye. Well, we'll just have to take our time when we get back to the inn. "

"Mr. Eugene, there's actually one more thing I'd like to talk to you about."

Sigh. It was Reese's grandmother who spoke all the time.

Unaware, Eugene tilts her neck. Neither Alice nor Cotareau sitting on the side.

'Bye! Lord Eugene, is that Yuki Rabbit food? It's summer soon, why can't we eat it now?

"Lord Eugene, the cloth flowers and clothes were brilliant. And you showed it to me, that halench underwear. '

"Uhm, that's great"

"Mmm, were you still dead?

"Grandmother! Good night, did you show it to everyone?

'Ugh, if you go for a little morning walk, you get caught. I'm so proud of you!

"Grandmother, ladies are good to be insignificant..."

'Leese, give up. She's been like this for a long time. "

"Kevin, sounds like what you're up to, huh?

"Yeah, this is more than you expected. Then I will bring my secret weapon. Mr. Eugene, I'll take it off for a while."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Kevin. Best regards,"

Eugene and Kevin had handed Leese's family preserved food and clothing made on pioneering land as souvenirs.

Cans that can be preserved, costumes and garments that reproduce current designs, and underwear developed by Eugene and others that have shredded their bodies and minds.

Underwear is still in the prototype stage, but all seemed well received.

Leaving word for Eugene, stand-up Kevin returns to the center of the inside.

Kevin, I think I went to get the so-called 'secret weapon'.

Surrounded by handicrafts brought out of Reese's house, Eugene and the others waited for Kevin to return as they conversed.

"Ko, what is this..."

"Well! Well!

"Beautiful......"

"Gegas, do you own this cloth?

"Oh, when Kevin quit on us."

'Isn't that amazing, Grandma! But it's gonna be even more amazing when Mr. Gisele wears it!

'Secret Weapon' spread by returning Kevin.

That was the dress I made to apply to Gisele for marriage.

"Hmm, I didn't know this was going to happen to the cloth I'm making inside..."

"Kevin, you know, I'd like to see someone wearing it."

"Oh! Then it's my turn!

"Grandmother, no! Because this belongs to Mr. Gisele!

"'Thank you, Reese'. Well, I don't want to put it on anyone else for a second."

'It's obvious, Kevin! I won't let that happen!

'Nice, isn't it? This! Oh, I think I'll have it made too and give it to someone! Two, no, three?

"That Mr. Hull, this is a bridesmaid costume..."

It is chaos.

When I quit the Gegas Chamber of Commerce, I was given a silk cloth from the inside of an elf by Kevin saying it was a farewell.

With the help of Eugene, the needles and the bulletin board residents, Kevin had the dress made.

I took this and asked Gegas' daughter to marry me.

The silk dress seems to have captivated the elves as well.

Still, Hal, what is that number?

Maybe I've taught Harlem thought from a rare man, Tessa.

"Mr. Eugene, I think it's time to talk about that."

"Oh yeah! 'Guys, I need to talk to you about one thing. Well, the lord ruling the border told me... deal, don't you?

"Trading... Hmm"

'I've said no to stories like that before! Well, it's a story from a rare man, and for one thing, a presbytery!

'Hey, whether you ask Hal or sneak up on it, there was nothing special you wanted. Until now.'

"Yuki Rabbit... Here's the thing, with a hot stew on a cold day... that's whatever the season..."

"Non, I noticed."

"What's wrong, Grandpa? Are you finally awake?

"These halench underwear... I wonder if you can even make silk"

"Oh, you're a genius!

"Are you still dead? This is why they're in their 700s... '

'It's hard to make it out of silk, but I don't think you have to. But the silk is in the elves. "

"Um. Ningen's role, Kevin next? I'm going to offer Kevin something."

'Oh. Oh. Oh. Reese, if this is popular, you might be able to have a brother or sister.'

"Mother!"

"Hmm, deal. Lord Eugene, this preserved food and clothing is something we Elves want, too. Then again, I want you to know that I don't really want to connect with lords, nobles, etc. '

'Uhm, for example, because if the elf is caught by Ningen, he will take it back without question. Sometimes an elf can be retaliated against if a trading venue exists'

'That's what I'm talking about, Mr. Eugene. Or that nobleman might be retaliated against.'

"Anyway, Ningen is complicated. Even so, Tessa, your country is still Matomo... '

"Location and connection is a problem, is it... but wouldn't it be a problem if Eugene and I were here?

"... ah! Oh, shit, we're gonna get inside! 'Well, then, what about making a deal with me and Mr. Kevin in the elves? Bring us the merchandise when we come and buy or sell it if you want'"

"Mm-hmm? Deal with a rare man, in an elf,"

"It's not much smaller than a deal. If it's with rare people, it's never happened before... '

"Mr. Eugene, I agree! Women want to dress no matter how old they are!

'Oh, Grandma, even if they say with your underwear... you must be a lady!

'Reese, it's no use telling your mother. I know best.'

Lord Eugene, we have a problem.

'Problem? What is it?

"There's no currency in the elves. Barter or borrower."

"Damn, I don't have the money to buy or sell."... Mr. Kevin, what do you want me to do?

"It's common in rural areas, Mr. Eugene. Hey, stepdad?

"Oh. That's how you traded with the rest of the tribes in the depths. Different values, unexpectedly good business."

"Your father-in-law? You smell like fraud, don't you?

"Ah? I'm only making an honest deal! I'm stuck with the rampage in front of me!

"Can we barter? '... Oh, but silk can't be replaced that much, can it? Even if you want it, you won't get more silkworms soon, will you?

A place that was raging and exuberant calms down perfectly.

Lord Eugene, what is it now?

"Huh? Silk can't be replaced that much, can it?"

"Later."

"There won't be more silkworms soon, will there?

"How did you know... Oh well, Lord Eugene was a rare man in his hometown with Tessa"

'Huh?'

"Mr. Eugene, what silk is made of is a secret that we only let some of you know inside"

"Brother Eugene, Leese, I didn't know!

'Hehe, Reese is just a kid. It's our clan, so when I grew up, they were supposed to let me know.'

'Yes?'

'For when something happens, you should keep a number of means of earning foreign currency secret. Don't trust Ningen. It's the advice of the rare people of the past. "

"For example, in times of famine. Ask Ningen to procure food by giving him more silk for his service. For example, when I had to emigrate for some reason. You need supplies to act, and you need consideration to collect supplies, right?

'Oh, yes. Somehow, but I understand.'

'Um, that's what kept it a secret. Well, Lord Eugene, a rare man, seems to know. "

'So let's get back to it. Presbyterian Church, what the hell happened?

"Too much back!

"I don't care if Lord Eugene and Kevin bring in some preserved food and clothing to deal with our elves. It's a small deal."

"Uhm. It looks like we could barter... well, we're still gonna be here for a while, right? Look around for a while."

"I mean, what do you think, Mr. Kevin?

"Mr. Eugene, I think it's fine. I mean fine, but if it's barter, it's better. Especially in the beginning."

"Yes, I understand. 'That's right. If it's not too soon, can I tell you how to keep more silkworms or something? I want a little silk, too, and, uh, it's not like I'm wearing it underneath." "

Cottaro stares at Eugene with cold eyes. Yes, like blaming you for being too sloppy. Because wearing it is not a cottage. Cottaro is close to Eugene, but because he's a dog.

But.

The elders, it seemed, were not the other way around.

'Huh?'

"What? Lord Eugene, how do you know"

"Even Tessa was a trial and error..."

"Huh? No, because there was a famous factory in the province next to the local area, so it was an excursion or a social studies tour... that was sort of small and medium high and more from Nikko to Fukushima."

That's not the problem.

That's not what the elders wanted to hear.

"I just don't remember how to grow silkworms or the perfect environment. Why go home once, oh, but silkworms in this world are different again?

Eugene can be seen on the internet, and can ask bulletin board residents questions.

Silkworm farming is a technology that was often kept secret, but modern times, information would also be available.

If you tell me, I'll go inside more often to do business with the elves, and then you'll be happy to look into it.

Although, as Eugene put it, there is rather the question of whether the silkworms of this world are silkworms.

"Still, it's not a mystery to be a rare person..."

"Hmm. It's been a while since I've felt this. It's been 140 years since Tessa."

"Hehe, I miss you. Mr. Eugene, you don't have to talk so soon. Inside the elves, Eugene, a rare person, is always welcome. If Eugene had something he wanted, he would trade it. Don't be hard to think about, could that be it at first?

"'Yes!' Isn't that nice, Mr. Kevin?

"Yeah, I think so, Mr. Eugene. Small and simple at first. So was my deal with Eugene."

Negotiation of a deal with an elf, requested by the lord.

Regardless of whether they say 'deal' and are large enough to imagine, for one thing the negotiations themselves seem to have worked.

A fine barter will continue for a while, but Eugene may also get a silk cloth.

Well, I just got it and made underwear, and Eugene doesn't have anyone.

Whatever.

Eugene, it looks like we're done with what we have to do in the elves.

From here it is time for sightseeing.

No, more than that.

It's shooting time.