Another world is full of happiness ( Template).

Next to Jiji reading the letter, Reinart had a serious look at the empty hole in the windmill and by the window.

"If I try to stab you at this depth, where do I throw it from? Calculating from the angle you're stabbing..." Oh, that's the magic prop I made, and if you throw it from a certain distance, it's bound to stab you, and the windmill's going to turn. By the way, you can't use it as a weapon because you don't stab a creature. If you stab someone, it won't be stylish. "

When Reinart saw the windmill and tried to get into the discussion, he told him that he was a demon prop.

"Huh? Is that a demon prop? The feather part is a misrill? And there's a demon stone to which [wind] attribute magic has been granted, and the tip also uses misrills to distinguish between organisms and inorganic objects?

"If it's a prototype, I'll give it to you, okay? Would you like to be the subject of a study? There are other things like" bubblers ”and" when the hot water boils, the sound will go off, "" refrigerator, "" stove, "" light, "" match. ”It's in this item box, so you can take it back to the lab and check it out. If you get a lot of help, don't worry about using it."

Reinart took the tools out of the handed item box and took notes with his eyes shining every time he was briefed.

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"Totally, I'm obsessed with the sergeant's crafted demonic props, but what did the letter from Mr. Crowe say?

"Oh, yeah. You were totally obsessed and forgotten. Kro's letter said the reputation of the officials, the stores he used to go to, the height, the weight, the hobby stunts. Matchmaking!

He was two people who had been talking about the magic props he had made for a while, but when Reinault returned to me and asked me about Kro's letter, he laughed bitterly at what was written when he read the letter.

The official's name was Blart, and he had been appointed deputy by Count Laem three years ago, and since he became deputy, his tax earnings record had doubled that of his predecessor. Since he bought the track record, he has been entrusted with the right to collect taxes since this year, and the tax rate has nearly doubled since he became him. Ratings from residents sucked in inverse proportion to those from Count Laem, and farmers who had already been unable to pay taxes had begun to flee Count Laem territory.

"I see. Later, the store I often go to is" Fairy Whispers, "165cm tall and weighs 70kg. My hobby is collecting artwork and my stunts... I don't care! Nevertheless, Crowe has often been able to gather this much information in this short period of time."

"That's because I'm" the one dancing in the dark night of the pitch black ”. What do you say, Master George? Have you reviewed me?

As Reinart and Jiji were discussing the letter, Crowe opened the door and came in. When he nodded contentedly, he stroked Crowe's head and praised him, Crowe had argued with a dissatisfied face when Reinart muttered, "It's like, you're a good brother and sister".

"Chief Professor Reinart doesn't study. I don't care what you think, it just looks like a friendly couple."

"That's all I see," he laughed as he watched Crowe argue with Reinart's words.

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"Welcome! Master!

Brart, who received a loud greeting at the entrance, nodded aloud and sat in his usual seat.

"Hmm? New kid? What's your name?"

"Yes! My name is Noir and I've been in lately! I didn't expect to see the famous Lady Blart so soon!

To Noir, who replied well, Brart ordered Noir to sit down when he nodded as he made a grumpy face.

"And you're a good guy"

"Excuse me, Master Blart. I was just a newcomer in. When I heard that Mr. Blart was coming to the store today, I really wanted to deal with him."

The manager of the "Fairy Whisper” store has apologized to Blart as he lowered his head. The manager's story usually made me feel comfortable, but as soon as I heard that Blart was coming to the store, the tension was high.

"Hey, sit next to me, not there, Noir. I'll give you a break."

"Are you sure?! It's an honor. I can't believe you poured alcohol on Master Blart!

Blart looked again at the noir he was happily pouring and realized he was quite the beauty owner. I look passionately at myself with clear white skin and inhaled eyes in my neat hair. Blart returned to me with the sound of spitting, drinking like he was in a panic.

"I'm not the man who ends up here! Soon you'll be out of Count Lame's territory, going to your neighbor's country and joining the nobility!

"Well! Really?! But then again, you can't come to the store anymore."

Two hours after entering the store, Blart, who was in a good mood and talked about the future forecast map, began to look lonely as Noir stubbornly did when he started talking about going to the neighbouring country. Brart, who was watching with satisfaction how it was, laughed greatly and began to speak in a small voice with his mouth close to Noir's ear.

"All right! Noir, I'll be out of this country in a week. Then I'll take you as a samurai."

"Is that true? Why don't you just leave me? As a promise, could you write down the meeting place and time and sign it for Master Blart? Even if I go to a place, it's sad if my subordinates get rid of me."

Blart, who was asked to look up with his moisturized eyes as he drooped, nodded with a sloppy face, writing down the meeting place and time and giving it to Noir.