A Mid-level (Middle-aged) Office Worker’s Laid-Back Industrial Revolution in Another World

Jesse and Bold left the guest room, where the Elvis family faces and Takeo and Frederick remain.

"Well.

Takeo, Frederick, I told you a little bit about this territory in the future.

Actually, how's the problem?

"... Mr. Frederick, I'm not going to lie..."

"... right.

I've only said about half of it.

Takeo talks as he looks at Frederick, who answers with a sigh.

"Right.

But the other half was after the Bureau meeting, right?

"Well, that's right. At this stage, it's Takeo-sama's idea.

"Um, from artificial lakes and rice.

Although both are large-scale development plans.

"Grandpa, Jesse, are you glad you didn't tell your sister about that area?

Smith asks.

"Um... I might have told Jesse, a downstream aristocrat (...), in relation to getting his hands on the river...

Because the Elvis and Godwin families are not the only ones talking about artificial lakes at the moment.

It doesn't make any sense unless His Highness William and Robert talk to each other.

"Right.

It's the distribution network of ships, which is the backbone of the wholesale market, right?

Alice nods at Grandpa Elvis's explanation.

"And as for rice, it's still before the prototype, because it's a stage where we can get it.

If you're going to tell someone else, it won't make sense until you have at least as much product as Worcester Sauce or Walt Whisky.

Frederick nods too.

"I guess Gina's aunt's report will come after I head to Wang Du about rice as well.

"Then what?

However, if it is within what I decided to do first with Takeo, I will handle it well.

"Yes, excuse me, please.

Takeo bows his head.

"Oh, with that said, you couldn't introduce Victor and Gina.

"If you say so, yes.

"We'll have to do it after dinner.

and when the door of the guest room is knocked and Grandpa Elvis gives permission, an evening mist comes in with a maid and a basin.

"Excuse me.

Dear Kitamizato, I have come to report and confirm that the evening fog has finished its work.

"Takeo, what you said is done.

The maid and evening fog greet each other.

"Yes, thank you.

I'm sorry, I wish I could have been neat.

"No, there was no problem because this one was about to have a replacement fire turn.

More than that, Master Evening Mist.

"Mm, Takeo, look.

The maid prompts me to bring the basin in front of Takeo.

"Ho.

Takeo raises his voice of admiration.

A pink plate-shaped object could be found on one side of the basin iron tray.

"Hmm, in the 'eraser (...)' Takeo said before he went out.

Takeo, what do you say?

"Yeah, I don't think it looks like a problem.

Takeo says so, "It's a pink with a slightly lighter sawdust color... no, color doesn't matter. I thought."

"" This is the eraser.

Alice and Smith say as they peek in.

"Evening fog, was that the right amount you were told?

"Mm, I did what you told me.

Container in boiling water in proportions of red 2, green 1, blue 1, white 1, black 1 and fry hot? This happened when I stirred it in the way I said or something.

"How many hours did it take, by the way?

"Dear Kitamizato, in fact... two little bells... it's seven hours and a little bit when I say it on my pocket watch.

Takeo asks me. The maid says as she makes a difficult face.

Makes other faces look difficult after a long time.

"Really... that took a lot of time.

Evening fog, thank you for your long time.

"Mmm."

"Shall we see performance first?

Evening fog, will you put the tray on your desk?

"Yes."

When the evening fog places the tray at the desk, Takeo cuts it into 1 cm square.

And when I write a line with the paper and pencil I had prepared, I erase it with an eraser.

"The line really disappeared!

I'm surprised to see Smith do that.

"" Ho.

Grandpa Elvis and Frederick are impressed and Alice looks "heh."

"You have impeccable performance.

Takeo nods.

"Oh, Master Takeo, there's trash left after you erase it.

Is that what this is all about?

Smith notices.

"That's what it is.

Are you in the morning fog?

When Takeo calls, a morning mist comes to Takeo's feet.

Then, when Takeo drops the eraser from his desk onto the floor, the morning mist absorbs.

"Yes, thank you.

So Mr Elvis, Mr Frederick, this will be the pencil and the eraser.

"Uhm.

I knew I could erase what I wrote with a pencil.

Well... I can produce erasers now, but it takes... seven hours... a long time.

"Right.

Dear Takeo, are you going to let the Howorth Chamber of Commerce make this?

"I'm going to.

Blackboard and pencil in me, and eraser. I'm thinking about having my writing equipment made at the Howorth Chamber of Commerce.

Well, I'll let you make chess and reversi toys.

"Hmm... it will be hard for civilians to get close to the cabin in the training grounds of the test platoon.

"Yeah.

Perhaps the best way now is to manage and sell the body fluids of each slime I first mentioned at the Elvis family.

"Right.

And I'm going to use green slime fluid to test new fertilizers, so...

The business of slime bodily fluids might as well have been bulk at the Bureau of Economics.

You said the Howorth Chamber of Commerce would sell in a few barrels.

"Hmm.

And then there's the egg shell business, so we need to work with the Environment Bureau and the Economics Bureau.

Frederick, this may require a centralized department to manage the neighborhood along with the management of the Evening Fog and the others.

"Yes.

Then you're going to the Bureau meeting, too.

"Um, I need to figure out a way to work with the evening fogs without delay.

"Yes."

Frederick nods.

"Best wishes.

Takeo also bowed his head.