29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

"Would you guys stop looking at that poor thing...?

"... because, hey?

The beasts make a bitter laugh-like look on Thorne's words, shaking his head and clapping his shoulders. I can't solve it.

I just came up with the idea of having a part of the vast kingdom of Calendyl ceded as a reward for the flood.

"I'll admit it sounds like a slap-free story. I just figured it out, too."

"You came up with that!?

"Oh, I can think of something. I've got an idea, but I think it's a good idea there."

That's what I think.

First of all, as far as I'm concerned, I believe that the Kingdom of Calendyl has to take quite a few things as a reward for leaving this flood.

This is to preserve my face, which was celebrated as a brave man and did just enough to do so, to preserve the face of the kingdom of Calendir, and not to let the kingdom of Calendir and the people who belong there have useless fears.

First of all, to keep face to face as a brave man means making it widely known that I'm not that cheap.

It is not stingy to be relied upon to wield power, but I want to avoid being conveniently used without great rewards. I want to hold back those who plan to do so by publicly demanding the corresponding consideration. You can't lick it if you demand a reward for the devolution of territory.

That said, even this one doesn't mean I want to sell a fight to the Kingdom of Calendyl, so I intend to demand an untouched undisclosed location. Specifically the vast woods with that ruin that fought with the assassination unit that Fram belonged to and the surrounding area.

Geographically, it hits the southwest of Crossroads, and the forest is vast and unpopulated, so the merchants who trade with the Kingdom of Misscronia are largely bypassing that forest, he said. If we can break through the woods, the journey to the Kingdom of Misscronia will be less than half.

Though paving the way itself seems to have been considered several times in the past in the Kingdom of Calendir, the Kingdom of Calendir has encountered more demonic resistance than expected, and the attempt has never been successful, he said.

Well, development itself wouldn't be that hard if I used my enormous magic. You just have to magically make it more sophisticated if you have to, haha.

Since it would be the greatest concession as a nation to assign territory, not to mention undeveloped lands, it would stand out as a reward for the brave men who have also done enough merit as kingdoms of Calendyl.

Unlike wars between nations, there is no new land or resources available separately from this great flood. If it means giving me a title and land, it means taking it from some nobleman and giving it to me. The rebellion of the aristocracy, threatened by vested interests, will be inevitable.

Compared to that, it should be easy to get it out because there won't be any clutter around it if it's an untouched undeveloped location that hasn't been developed by Locke. Maybe.

However, when it comes to actually creating a country, it is necessary to create a state mechanism such as legal development. Since there is no knowledge of the boulder, should we invite experts from the Kingdom of Calendil or the Kingdom of Misscronia around it? Considering the beast man as a people, should we invite him from the kingdom of Misclonia?

We need to talk to the Kingdom of Misscronia because it will also border with the Kingdom of Misscronia. Let's leave that area to Marl.

By now, Marr should be discussing with King Calendill and Zontark the rewards for my work.

Marr also said in today's discussion that the Kingdom of Calendill will give us a look at how much of a request it seems to swallow, so when we get home today, let's talk about my plan and talk about it.

For now, we should get to know Thorne and the others better and get the most trust we can.

Oh, why are you throwing the negotiations round Marr? My bargaining skills. I don't work! Probably because Zontark's negotiating skills are more overwhelming.

Proper material is a good word. Yeah.

"Well, let's just leave that story alone for once. It won't be a good story for you guys alone, and I've got a lot to prepare for in the first place. For now, it's up to you to do something about your condition."

"That would be helpful... as I said earlier, we have nothing to give back if we get help?

Thorne's eyes are full of suspicious colors.

I guess so, because you're telling me you're offering free food and expensive magic drugs. The story is too equine. I can't help but wonder if they're going to let me trust you and hunt slaves.

"It's more hypocrisy than goodness that doesn't. Do you have a reason to help someone?

"... what's the real deal?

That's what Thorne heard as he looked at me with a frigid eye. I answer that question without changing my face.

"I'm planning to daughter-in-law a woman with a nasty identity, and I think I've achieved just enough to match that, but I want to build up a little more. I'm going to do a lot of things for that, but I need some manpower. I just don't really like being a slave. I want to do business with you guys there. I wouldn't call it a completely reciprocal position, but at least it's closer to reciprocity than the relationship between slave and master."

Thorne put his arms together and showed him tilting his neck to encourage him ahead as he pimped his nose.

I'll check it out and keep the words coming.

"Building trust with each other is important to doing business. You're taking business from me, so first you'll have to show that you have enough power to trust. Providing supplies is part of it."

"Uhm......"

Thorne looked difficult and thought about it. Well, you're right, there's no guarantee I won't hunt slaves.

From what I've told you, I don't mind being a slave as long as I have the manpower. It's possible that I don't like slaves, but only at the tip of my mouth.

Take a good look at the beasts.

Pamela, the Beastman, has an intriguing gaze this way, and Marx, the Beastman, arms up and silence - no, he's not asleep.

Leopard Beast Relics pointed his sharp gaze at supplies, and Blake, the same werewolf beast as Thorne, was looking at a chunk of dried meat with an appetizing look. Perhaps it's a good idea.

"Thorne, you can't replace your belly on your back."

Thorne gave a bitter look to Relics' words. Pamela also nodded at Relics' words, and there seemed to be no particular opposition from Marx and Blake either.

Actually, I didn't tell Thorne. I had a secret desire.

It's Moffmoff, give me Moffmoff!

I'm so hungry for Moffmoff that I thought I'd just push Thorne down and call him a full Moff. No, I don't do it because a man doesn't want to push him down.

There was some pretty good moffing fur in Wang Du, but it wasn't. You can't heal your thirst for Moffmoff, which boils down from the bottom of your soul with no living fur.

You haven't seen a dog or a cat or any other plaything animal since you came to the world of Kako, for some reason. I had a horse.

For now I don't know where to stay, hungry for healing by the name of Moffmoff. Prepared for immortality, he intended to reach the colony of the Beastman with any sleazy hand. For Moffmoff.

It soothes Marl's slippery skin and Flam's Pom Pom, but that's another story.

"Ha... ha... let me just stick around"

"Hey Thorne!? What the fuck, you pervert!? Hey! Here, don't come any further over here! If you come any closer, I'll shoot you out!

The woman who sheltered the two Moffmoff toddlers turns to me with an arrow pointed at her bow and makes a scene. Get out of the way, give me that Moffmoff.

Two Beastman children were sheltered on her back.

One is a girl with fox ears over her head covered in moffmoff hair close to golden. Hair, fox ears and tails are covered in golden hair, but otherwise they look closer to humans. It is an undisputed fox-eared girl.

The other is a sheep-eared girl with sleepy eyes pointing at us.

This child has white hair and has curly horns growing on her head. She also seems to have sheep-like hair on her arms and feet. Fuhihi, isn't this child likely to moff too?

They both have smaller back lengths than Mabel. Wouldn't he still be about ten years old? Long live the Real Beast Ear Toddler.

"Goddamn it!

The woman who was calling at me leaning over releases an arrow.

"Huh, what a waste"

I'll take the unleashed arrow with two fingers, flip it and throw it back at you.

Yes, it's easy for me to recreate the depths of that assassination fist, which is fierce at the end of the century, now that I have a DEX that reaches a level of fighting and throwing of 5 and is further off track.

An arrow thrown back out of my hand swept through the woman's cheek and protruded deep into the rear tree.

"... are you tired, I am. It just seemed like he did something terrible right now."

"No, Thorne, we have to accept reality."

I hear Thorne's blurry voice behind me and Pamela's that sounds like fun for some reason, but not now.

You didn't like the fact that some of my assassination fist depths threw an arrow back at me, or the woman I was calling for lifts her eyes and releases one arrow after another.

It was still a technique within common sense until three straight shots and two simultaneous shots, but it has emitted a truly diverse variety of moves, not to mention arrows with helical shockwaves of arrows with wind magic. I took all that and threw it back at him, though.

"Oh, no, I can't believe my bow... doesn't go through with such a pervert"

Surrounded by an arrow thrown back at me, a woman poked her hands and feet to the ground. Dropped. It is a brilliant lethargic anterior flexion.

The fox-eared toddler leaned against her worried, and the jit-eyed sheep-eared toddler stroked her head to comfort her. That's kind of a heartwarming painting.

"That was a good exercise. So, what about this guy?

"He's the best bow user in the village, and he's named Merkina. You're not a beast, you're a forest man."

"The Moorish? Oh, an elf."

That's what humans call it, and Thorne flaunts his shoulders.

Leaving Merkina alone, unable to get out of her lethargic anterior flexion, I flex closer to the young lady beside her, gazing at her.

"It's Tysi-Mitsuba. Say hello."

"... Karen"

"Um, Shelly, it's..."

The jit-eyed sheep ear toddler - the fox-eared toddler that Karen stepped forward subtly and admirably bent over in front of her faint body - shelters Shelley. You're a healthy kid.

"It's okay, 'cause I'm not gonna do anything to him any more. Want some candy? Can I stroke your head again?

"Hmm... no more mean to Mel?

"I won't. I won't."

"Fine then. Eat candy."

Shelley's not going to get any closer, so I'm gonna wrap up Shelley's share and give it to Karen. Karen walked away with Totetote and gave Shelley candy before returning to discipline within my reach.

Touch that head.

Oh, with fluffy moffy moffy. Let me touch the corners and ears just a little too.

The corners were strangely warm, and pico and ears moved as if they were ticklish when they touched their ears. What a cute creature.

"What are you doing, you..."

"Huh? I'm enjoying Moffmoff?

"No, I didn't... I knew it"

I don't know anything, but I've been given up.

But now, I don't care about that. It's not important.

"All right, all right, all right, all right."

"Mmmm... Too much stroking"

He got away with it when he was indulging in Fluffy Moffmoff.

Shit, it was still a fantasy to develop the convenience of just stroking the girl's head and being nostalgic.

But it was a good one. Let me peek into the gap and stroke you again, hehe.

"... Phew, unfortunately, I was able to indulge"

Other than Marx, who stands still meditating and poking his eyes at me as much as Pamela laughing at me for some reason.

Why, isn't it natural to love Mohmov, the property of all mankind? Love saves the world.

"Thorne, who is this pervert?"

Sounds like a brave man.

Thorne introduced me, so I'm going to thumbs up and thumbs up against Merkina.

Merkina has looked up at my face by dyeing it in such a suspicious colour that it still looks neat. Merkina's physique stays with Marl.

"Yikes! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry, I had the same back length as my wife."

I accidentally glued by twisting both cheeks of Merkina because they turned an indiscreet gaze on me. The tear-eyed Merkina is holding her slightly reddened cheek.

If you look closely at it this way, Merkina is another beauty in a different direction than Marl. Arre is a slightly silly, rampant beauty, but somehow Merkina is a beauty that feels like a twinkle.

Tight, slightly fish-eyed eyes, blonde hair stretched to a lower back of pigment than Marl, and a more discreet figure than Marl.

He's the kind of guy who materialized the tundere elves as they are. Well, Marl's cuter.

"Here! That's it, you guys! Let's get out of here!

"Grunt...... explain it properly later Yikes! Or supplies!?

"Here we go, chicks. - Ha-ha-ha."

"Yikes."

"Snort."

Follow Thorne and the others who walked out. Me and the Beast Ear Girls start walking. Tundele, the elves. Merkina is left alone.

"Muggle, I can't solve it!

Running in the woods for an hour or so.

Regardless of the adult Thornes, the little ones and tundere elves continue to run through the woods at considerable speed without delay.

For the past hour or so, we have been traveling through the bush forests at a rate close to normal human full-fledged disease, but not a single defector has left. I can see the height of their physical abilities.

I guess it also has properties as an animal or elf, but the physical specs seem pretty high compared to normal humans. I looked at Chirali earlier and Thorne and the others are around level 20, the two little ones are all at level 11, and to Merkina, level 32 or something like a Kingsguard knight.

Maybe Merkina is older than she looks from the level. Elves.

"... aren't you being rude right now?

"You're Esper. No, it's the good of the year?

"What's the merit of the year!?

Concentrate your senses forward, half ignoring Merkina, who is doing the clever thing of being angry while running. My signs sensing skills have been detecting demonic and thoughtful signs for about five minutes now.

Probably a troll monster from the reaction. There are two of them, and I can clean them up in an instant without struggling.

Well, Pamela, who was running ahead wondering when she would notice, slowed down and gave Thorne some ear punching. Take it and Thorne raises one hand to stop everyone. Only Pamela and Relics keep running through first.

"Everybody stop, there seems to be something ahead. I'll wait until Pamela and Relics confirm."

With Thorne's words, everyone begins to check each piece of gear. Will two chicks fight too? When I think about it and look at it, we are both resting on our bodies without doing anything in particular.

You don't fight boulders, do you? I feel like I have a high level for it.

"I thought I was gonna snap along the way."

"More than twice as fast, I'm a brave man."

Laughing at Thorne and answering him. I'll make sure I get my score too.

Throwing spikes made by working out steel - a total of sixteen throwing weapons made in the image of a stick-handed backsword all over the armor and a misrilled bastard sword at the waist. There are quite a few jointed swords, divine silver sticks, and other self-made steel and misrillic weapons in the storage.

I wonder if I'll make a disposable high-powered weapon for throwing next time, a crystal shell that amplifies magic. Wouldn't it be a big bang if the magic was handed down by the magic shooting procedure and then thrown?

That's a good sword.

Blake, the werewolf beast who had stopped by at some point, had an interesting peek at my misrill sword. His gain is a great sword a turn bigger than my bastard sword.

If you look closely, the fine scratches are noticeable, and by the way, there is a blade spill. But the quality itself is not bad, or good. If you're bad, it's a level item lined up in a fancy arms store in the Wangdu Alfen.

"Neither does this sword. I'm just a little tired."

"This guy's been a pain in the ass for a long time..."

That's what Blake says. He gently strokes his scratchy self. Apparently, they don't have a blacksmith in their village who can fix weapons. Maybe it's a problem with the equipment.

While I was doing that, Pamela and Relics came back. The two initiate the report.

"Two trolls. It's close to the village, so I think it's better to end it."

"Right, but two..."

Thorne to think about.

I'll take one, if you like.

"No... this is our village problem. I can't borrow your hand."

Everyone but me snorts at Thorne's words. Even the little ones.

"Right."

Let's just say we pull back a lot here. If it sucks, you can get your hands on it. I'm also interested in Thorne and the others' strengths, and I'll take a look at the arrangements here.

Thorne and the others quickly completed the assault meeting and dispersed themselves to surround the trolls to start moving forward.

Chibi and Merkina attack ahead with magic and a bow, and Thorne and his avant-garde run into the mess, apparently, to put Keri on at once.

The troublesome thing about Troll is the strength it creates from more than three meters of body, the thick outer skin that doesn't pass through a half-breed attack, and the slightest amount of wound is the high healing ability that heals quickly.

But it's not that hard to defeat as long as you have the offensive power to break through a thick outer skin. The ability to heal is also troublesome, but the point is, there is no such thing as poking weaknesses and letting them die instantly.

Fortunately, the steeple is similar because it is human. The most effective thing is the head destruction, next thing you know, the neck amputation. Or will you burn it with fire? Yeah, even a lot of bleeding could kill you.

The outer skin of the troll becomes brittle when it is seared by fire, and moreover it loses its regenerative capacity. Theory is one of those things that lets you accumulate ticks and damage and defeat them.

The other is killing your legs and destroying your head where you fell all at once. If I were you, I'd make every defense on my skin look like two.

If the upper and lower body of the boulder become bulbous, it is a blow even though it is a highly regenerative troll.

I reached near the troll while I was thinking. I accompany Karen and Shelley's little group with an ambush that adds Tunderellf (tentative) Merkina.

"Why are you here?"

"Follow me when I have to, follow me"

"I'll do it before they notice me"

Sherry nodded at Karen's words, and Merkina exhaled briefly and took the arrow out of the arrow barrel.

As Merkina sets an arrow on her bow, Karen and Shelley join hands, and at the same time begin to focus their magic.

Shelley's magic spins fire magic, and in tune with it, Karen's magic spins fire magic again. What is this, it's similar to the Orihara magic, but it's a little different.

While doing so, a number of fireballs were generated around Shelley and Karen, killing them to the troll. At the same time Merkina jumps out of the bushes where she was hiding, releasing arrows one after another.

One of the two trolls was torched by the fire magic unleashed by the little ones, and Merkina's unleashed arrows pierced the other side of his head.

A torched troll screams and hits around. Well, I can understand if this one is as expected.

The problem is the troll of the one whose Merkina arrow stabbed him in the side of the head.

The next moment an arrow stabbed him, he burst his head with fluid scattered because his eyes were just his nose.

"Oh, my God."

"It's not a big deal. I just kept the late-onset wind magic in check."

Merkina piqued her long ears as she said so with Doya's face. Shit. I want to grip that ear.

For now, I turn my eyes back to the battlefield as I endure to rinse Merkina's ears with the spiritual power of steel.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Relics attached to the body of a rampaging troll, piercing and deeply cleaving a dagger in its neck muscle. Black blood spills from the troll's neck so much that it sounds gobbly.

Troll also tries to grab Relics instead of just getting hit, but Relics kicks Troll's body and leaves before Troll can reach him.

Poke that gap and Pamela's song knife slashes Troll's right foot. The torn troll around the Achilles tendon stumbled and poked his knee. Thorne, Blake and Marx strike together there.

The rest was unilateral ravages. Thorne's swinging sword rips his belly, Blake's great sword pierces his chest, and Marx's swinging battle axe cuts his head in two. Two trolls were annihilated in about a minute of the thing.

"You're a knights face loser."

"You can't live in the woods without doing this."

Pamela wipes the blood paste off the crooked knife with a cloth and laughs as she tucks it in her sheath. Or so, it would be a routine tea meal to have a territorial dispute with a demon.

In the meantime, the corpse of this troll could also be eaten as meat, or fat could be an ingredient in the recovery pills, so I put it in storage and carried it. Thorne and the others are hawky faces because this meat alone will provide a considerable amount of food.

"If you guys had as much strength, wouldn't you have hunted demons to feed them?

"Carriage is a problem, because there's a limit to how much you can take. And if you carry the flesh of a blood-dropping demon, the other demons will come."

"I see."

Speaking of which, I didn't realize I could just throw the demon body in storage as it was, but if I did pump the smell of blood and walk through the woods, that would be a big deal.

There are many demons with a nose, and it can certainly be dangerous when you start gathering.

After that, we were able to reach Thorne's settlement without any particular problems. It was incompletely burned even though the mind was ready for corner combat and all that.

"Here we are, this is our village"

With Thorne's guidance I finally set foot in the village of the Beast Man.