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

Initiate a fourth person investigation.

Let the man (the old man) sit in the chair first, thinking of the top of it.

"... are you here... are you Mr. Olive from Demuro Country?

Well, this is about a pseudonym, but even a pseudonym would be nice to know what it's called, and now I'll call it.

The squadron leader starts talking.

The sitting old man was surprised.

I didn't give you any of this information when the man in front of me was asking me earlier. This time it was called by name from the beginning.

"Now, before I begin Mr. Olive's interrogation, I have to tell the first person who comes to this interview room.

That means if we give you information that we don't know, we'll release you.

Of course, you will report to my supervisor that you have processed it.

"Ho... release... then who are the people who came in before this!?

"Yeah, aren't they moving toward your own mansion by now?

Well, I don't know.

The commanders who were there earlier are now going to inspect the surroundings, so if this kind of useful information is useful, the promise can be like my on-site judgment.

I want useful information for future promotions... so if it was something we knew or if you decided you were lying, if it was a riot or if the commanders came back... please go with me to the jail and have the others interviewed.

I'm not willing to defend you, and I don't care what happens.

"... something you don't know..."

"Yeah, the first three."

"Hmm!

Other soldiers cough up and stop the squadron leader.

"Oops... ma, that's a lot to talk about.

I don't know how many more people I can take... but when the commanders come back, they'll withdraw.

"... by the way, what... why did we get caught this time?

"Huh? You disguised yourselves as entering and leaving the country, right?

Those who took the three escorts they had been talking to earlier violated them when they left the country, too.

I came here if I was tailing you to take it down tomorrow.

So I decided that it would be more important for me to ask you guys than that one... and then you guys would try to escape, and the commander would come to the scene inspection when I reported...

Well, this is stupid.

The squadron leader raises his hand to do it.

"Hmm?"

An old man called Olive came up with a different answer than he thought, and he fucking laughed in his heart, "These guys don't know about slaves, do they?".

"Useful information... what do you want?

"Anything for me.

But what I told you before doesn't make sense now.

I'm going to finish right then and ask the others.

The squadron captain tells me he's not interested.

In contrast, Olive thinks.

I want to know what the former people who were interviewed touched and knew.

But I can tell from the story of these people that they didn't say that they were transporting our slaves.

Then I was wondering if I could use this time to involve other companies in the industry (competitors).

"Right... although we get a luggage list handled by people who are in the shipping business in a different way than we are?

How about this?

"What? What's the point of a shipping luggage list?

The squadron leader answers with a ridiculous face.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Isn't it enough for you to put this list where it comes from?

I don't know what's inside, but there might be something illegal.

"... indeed.

It's not a specialty, but the prohibited kind is smuggled, and if you get the information, is it sufficient as an achievement?

"That's right.

Oh, but this also says my home.

You want to borrow a pen or something there and fill it up?

"Mr. Olive forbid you, too? I can't overlook that.

"No, no, no, we don't, we only transport legitimate things.

But if you give me the list and an official visits the store, I'll make some rumors that I don't need around. That's a hassle.

Well, let's admit there were times when I did not go through Seki about entering and leaving the country.

The penalty for that is a fine, right?

"... well, that would be good.

Next time, if you fail to pass through Guan, you will be fined.

Hey, somebody lend Mr. Olive a pen.

"Then I will.

Talomati stands up and takes the portable pen and ink from the nostalgia and gives it to Olive.

"I'm sorry, miss.

"No.

Oh, I'm turning different back there.

That's what Talomati says. Back off.

"Sorry for your consideration.

That's what Olive said when he got the paperwork out of his nostalgia and started smearing it with a pen.

"How about this?

Olive, who returned the pen and ink to Talomati, passes the list to the squadron leader.

"Is this... a race of slaves and a name?... elf... this is so bad.

The squadron leader makes a difficult face and looks at the list.

"... what do you think? Is this a release?

"... well that would be good... let me make effective use of this list.

Promise is a promise.

By the way, Mr. Olive isn't transporting slaves, is he?

"I'm a legitimate carrier, right?

Basically, I won't, basically.

But it's natural for a customer to have a heart if they pile up the money, right?

"Really?

Hey, welcome home.

"Okay, excuse me.

Olive took his seat and followed the scene.