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

This is the Elvis family room.

Grandpa Elvis and Frederick, there was evening fog and colored clouds.

Grandpa Elvis was reading a report from Simona.

"Phew... Frederick, Takeo's predictions are in the right place.

Grandpa Elvis tells me as he gives the report to Frederick.

"... Is there 250 Walt whiskies?

Master Takeo has prepared 450 copies, so that's acceptable.

If rice is 10 pieces of gold and 200 kg is scheduled to be 500 kg... should I be motivated over there?

"It is. But it's not nearly double.

Well... what is it?

Grandpa Elvis puts his arms together and worries.

"For once, I told Master Takeo before I left..."

"All I said about rice was we'd do a 10-year deal.

I thought the amount would come at 200 kg... "

"Right.

You didn't think it would come this far because you weren't sure you were in circulation in the first place.

"The price is set aside, so if you say so, you're right.

... Hmm. Will 500 kg of rice be imported for 10 years? I was wondering if Walt Whiskey would export 252 bottles a month for 21 bottles a year.

And not only the demonic kingdom, but also the kingdom of Briani in the elf... this is where Robert's place and the woods intersect.

It might be good to be able to trade there later.

"Yes.

I didn't expect the country to move.

"It is. It's just a request from a local lord.

... Frederick, what are you after over there?

Grandpa Elvis tells me to narrow his eyes.

"Well... you don't know the true meaning of the demon kingdom...

But it's hard to judge the different parts (...) that are written in this letter.

In this way of writing I say there is a customary war (...).

"I wonder if Frederick would agree.

"Yes.

Count Barni?... This was certainly a nobleman confronting Count Godwin.

You are saying here in the last words: 'I would like to ask for an early decision because there is a customary event in my head later this year that could result in more deliveries of luggage'.

As of now, it's commercially weird for us to talk about 'Luggage in Six Months'.

And he says' customary events' and good but 'possibility to deliver' and events occurred suddenly (...).

Then it is assumed that there is some variation here.

And when it comes to matters of concern to us in a sudden routine event, there will only be a 'war of routines'.

"Um, you're right.

Six months later... Evening fog, how's the passage to Sekikan going?

"Yes.

It will be almost... a couple of days to East Town.

Further stretch from there to Seki at once.

"Evening fogs work fast.

"I'm doing fine because I don't rest with 20 bodies.

"... it's convenient not to get sick even with harsh labor.

Hourly rain and first snow must not be forced.

Grandpa Elvis laughs bitterly.

"I know that there.

Those two are mowing grass in the square of Takeo's test platoon today, aren't they?

I thought you were cleaning the egg shell.

"Hmm, that seems to be going well too.

All you have to do is secure the egg shell when making large quantities.

Frederick, how about inside a civilian?

"We are scrutinizing yesterday's contents within the civil service for next month's Bureau meeting.

Is it generally going well?

Slightly, I see tiredness.

"Hmm... are we short on personnel?

"Yeah. I'm expected to have more middle-level jobs, so... it looks like I'm working a little more overtime.

But your bosses say they all seem attractive and fun.

"Well... the evening fog and slime fluid business and egg shells have to start early to make a profit.

I wish I could pay everyone a lump sum from there.

"Right... and what will we do about providing the Howorth Chamber of Commerce with a way to create erasers?

"Hmm... because there are people over there.

I guess I'll have to tell the Haworth Chamber of Commerce when I tell them the sale price of the material in Slime's fluid business.

Although I think the contents of the blackboard and other contracts are comparable and good.

"Now the Directorate-General will be on his head to discuss it with the other departments.

"Uhm.

Will it be after the Bureau meeting in the end?

"Yes."

Grandpa Elvis and Frederick nod.

"Then Count.

Have you finished what you want to tell Takeo?

Evening fog stands beside the colorful clouds and asks.

"Uhm.

I told you about the balls, and I told you what's going on here.

You're right about the demon kingdom earlier, and I thought I'd try hauling the letters I tested yesterday.

Colorful cloud, is that good?

"Ha!"

Colorful clouds snort.

"Now let's get one barrel ready to come right away.

and Frederick exits.

"Well... so it's this dry thing I came with..."

Grandpa Elvis looks at the dry stuff on his desk jeezy.

"Count, what is that?

Colorful clouds come to hear.

"No... it's fish dried.

"Are fish dried rare?

Evening fog comes to me.

"Fish dried isn't uncommon in itself, but...

It's a fish I don't know.

"Fish you don't know?

"Um, it's a fish you can't catch in the kingdom of Azpur.

Um... they say it's like a hard fish? As the name suggests, it's hard. And the taste seems to be uneven.

But if it's in your mouth, it tastes slight.

"??... I don't know, is it good for humans to eat?

"I don't know... the selling complaint is that the Demon Kingdoms are the hardest dried food (...).

"Then one.

Evening fog breaks into small pieces and enters the body.

"... Count, there is no poison.

It won't be a problem for humans to eat.

"Oh... I wonder.

What about the others?

"You're hard and hard to melt. Extra nutrition... mmm... this would be better for leftovers.

"Hmm.

Then this is on hold.

Grandpa Elvis dried out.