Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

When you head to an abandoned mine, you naturally need directions or information.

Across the street, for Zeros, close to no enemies, he wanted more information than directions.

The problem is the place where the information gathers, but the place is in no way limited.

It is a frigid end-of-place tavern or a mercenary guild.

I stopped going to the guild because I was not a mercenary, and I went to a nearby tavern - an old tavern that looked frigid, but was used by a great customer.

In this world, taverns are like fixers who eat at noon, and they open as taverns only when the sun goes down.

It is now noon, so many merchants and craftsmen gathered to order meals thoughtfully and spoke within their peers.

Inside you can also see merchants doing business with each other and mercenaries trading items with each other.

Thought it was a pub where the bad galas gathered, but it was unexpectedly like a social place open to the general public.

(Hmm... does this mean I have to change my perception? Pelican Lanobe information will also be at the core of the process. It's like a Bronx tavern)

Honestly, I was freaked out by the fact that I was coming to the tavern.

He looks like he's floating at first sight, and he's a terribly timid old man inside.

Hikikomori are rare to get into trouble, but they also don't get information such as public common sense. This tastes worse than having to live in this world.

If the world were different, there would be so much difference in common sense from the original world, and if you don't know that you know that common sense, the correspondence between the opposing people would be different. Commercial talks and information gathering require this kind of information of general common sense, and we can't afford to be mindful of the Hikikomori Wizard at all times.

Efforts to blend into the surroundings were also necessary because of experience in dealing with demonic stones and other things.

But now I forget that he looks rather suspicious from the standpoint of ordinary people.

(Something's been watching Girosilo... what is it? Could a Temple Promise event occur?

When an old middle-backed exorcist in a wild looking middle meat wearing a thin dirty gray robe enters the tavern, he feels his gaze gather around him for some reason.

Getting used to this dubious outfit, he forgot how frigid he looked.

A man is a creature who adapts to the environment, but in his case he is just indifferent to himself.

I acted to get information, but I forgot about my outfit beautifully from the back of my head, and the people around me alerted me to the appearance of an unfamiliar magician.

This tavern attracts a lot of regular guests, so if a suspicious first-sighted middle-aged magician enters it, it will catch your eye even if you don't like it.

It was either a curious eye or a surprisingly distorted face by the frigidity.

(Well, getting information doesn't just make it anything standing, and would you order something about a seat somewhere......)

Look for open seats, but there's nowhere to go to thank you and take your seats.

He can't sit anywhere just looking over, he sees the figure there.

It is the figure of a twin-tailed girl in a black-toned chest burn and skin-kicked costume.

She is also a companion to her hometown who previously rescued her from banditry, with a smile and bizarre feeling intruded somewhere in her appearance that she just seems to be forced and grossed up.

There seems to be two others in attendance, but here's one. I thought I'd get some information from them.

"Is that it? Uncle. Long time no see ♪ Momogu..."

"It's impossible to say hello while eating, isn't it? Long time no see, Mr. Iris... and who was it? Sure, your buddy..."

"It's Lena. Thank you for your help."

"Oh, I was. It was Lena, I remember."

The woman named Lena is like a mercenary of the avant-garde subjects, dressed in green and easy to move clothes and leather vests.

From the shields and short swords beside it, there would be no mistake in seeing it as a mobility focus.

Beside those two, there was a red-haired, brown-skinned woman staring at Zeros with sharp eyes.

A large sword, equipped with bracelet mails and erected beside the table, is in charge of striking at the avant-garde.

Zeros did not overlook that she was taller than the average woman and, above all, had huge boobs.

The tight model woman was also his molo preference.

If there is a problem, it is my age.

"Hey, who is this father? You two know each other?

"Hmm? Yes. Someone who helped me when the bandits caught me during this time."

"Something's frigid... and I feel a gaze on my chest"

"It's the same thing, isn't it? Jahne's got a good style, so he nails the eyes of the guys around him, right?

"That's the same for Lena, right? How many men have I ever hooked up with?"

"Come on? Because I'm only interested in younger boys"

It seemed decent at first glance, and in fact Lena was a shota.

"May I have your seat? Even when people were crowded, there was no place to sit and it was difficult."

"Hmm? Uncle would be nice, but what's going on today? Didn't I tell you I was going to live in hikikomori farming?

"I was thinking of gathering a little information for that and going to the abandoned pit site in the north... before I do that, you'll have a stomach."

"Abandoned pit? Stop it, old man. That place is a grey robe, and it's tight, right?

"What's wrong with the gray robe? Uncle, you're very strong, right?

Illis was unaware of the ranks of the wizards of this world, especially the wizards of this country.

In this country, strength is distinguished by the colour of the robe, with the lowest gray, followed by black, deep red and white.

But since Iris and Zeros are not called the magicians of this country, they do not apply to their common sense.

Scratch that and explain it to Illis.

"Phew. But your uncle can afford it, right?

"Come on? I can't tell you anything because I've never been there, but is it that dangerous?

"I often do escorts at the request of the creatives, but the goblins are natural. Don't even leave the cobolts, worms, and golems. Worms are the most troublesome."

"Hmm... you can mine, right? That's good."

"Were you listening to me? It's a maze in there. It's dangerous to go alone."

While listening to such journey advice, Zeros pinches something like the fried chicken that he ordered in the bread and carries it to his mouth.

It would have been treated down with herbs, etc., and it would have had a flavor in advance. The sweetness of the oil of the bird meat that spreads when it is chewed in the mouth and the flavor of the underlying vanilla blend together, and the unique aroma of the strong bread makes it the best to eat.

"It's only in the knowledge that it's dangerous. I really need some metal, so I'm thinking about going mining."

"You don't know if you're too confident, or you're a fatalistic fool. Well, it doesn't matter if you die or not."

"Either way, we're going. You'd rather have a lot of power, wouldn't you? Uncle, you're strong without a hammer."

"That's right. Journey's gonna be new to the sword, too, right? You said if we could mine metal in the mine, it would be cheaper, right?

"Ugh... are you taking this father?

Journe, it was strange for Zeros to see her hip pulled somewhere.

However, something weird comes up in my chest, like gushing from the back of my chest.

This sensation sprang up when I met Luceris, something I had never felt in the original world.

To name a few, it's close to what it feels like to see a weekly magazine with nude pictures of the opposite sex.

(What is it, this feeling...)

He had no idea what it felt like to be in this world.

"Well, if you guide me, I'll act on my own later... do I need metal?

"Yeah, that's right. Journey's sword is about to go to waste, and he wants metal for reinforcement... iron or black iron"

"How about red light iron? I think you can be more sturdy with that?

"I can't mine until I get to the back. Worm's dead because he's a whale."

"I'd be relieved to have an uncle, hey... why don't you go mining with me?

Zeros comes up with a few ideas.

I want metal, but I'm a little embarrassed to accompany a woman party around her age.

However, it is more certain to accompany you to ensure that you obtain the metal.

You won't mind a different course of action if you get to the mine, and above all, you don't have the heart to go the unfamiliar path.

If there is no problem with the extent of the bandits, but from the experience of continuing to be chased by demons in the Great Deep Green Zone of Farfran, it was decided that many of them had never crossed the line.

"If you don't mind, it'll be night when we get there, right? Do you even go to Nojuku?

"No, it's okay because there's a village by the mine. The village of Arhan..."

"Yes, the village of Ah-n ♡? Occasionally, the escort of the younger children goes with them... Uhhhhhhhh..."

"I know it is for you, but it is the village of Arhan!!

Apparently, there was about one person using this village in a different way.

If you keep your mouth shut, you enter the beauty, but your face distorts with a sloppy grin about what you remembered.

Too bad it's not a hammer.

(No way... are you eating a runaway young boy mercenary? Assuming that's the case, wouldn't that be a crime?

But it's a different world, and maybe there's a different common sense than the original world. Uh-huh...)

Comparing the crimes of the original world, I accidentally think about it.

She looked like a mattomo, and she was actually a good colored lady.

He is like a jerk in a different direction from some lord.

Why is it not a crime?

"I don't mind either, but if there's an inn, there won't be a problem. I'm a man, too, and if I had an attractive woman in front of me, I wouldn't be a queer. If you have a place to stay, you'll feel safe."

"What's fascinating... me?

"I'm not interested in your child. If that's what you think, it's a crime."

"Oh? So it could be me?

"If there's no weird way to laugh earlier, it's a defensive range, unfortunately..."

When that happens, there's only one left.

Journey that somehow solidifies you and flaunts you.

Two gazes concentrate on her like that.

"Are you attractive?!

"If you go with the erasure method, it will turn out that way. Are you unconscious? It's beautiful enough."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!?

She dyed her face bright red and panicked. Her appearance was honestly adorable.

But he didn't even give such a bare gesture to billionaires, chewing his lunch with a firm look.

This neighborhood will be a remnant of the Lehman era.

"This old man is pretty nasty, huh?!

"Uh... that's good. Jahne was told she was cute, wasn't she? It's good to have charm."

"That's right. I was donned, and I just stumbled on a boy..."

"... Iris thinks what Senna's doing is a crime, anyway?

(Oh, I knew it was a crime. You doubted your common sense for a moment)

This woman's party was also a thick member inside.

However, Zeros just keeps eating silently because he doesn't want to have any extra waves.

Because if you keep quiet, you are likely to be able to do it as a joke.

"Yes, I don't like it, do I? I don't like going with this old man..."

"You better have a lot of fighting power, so give it up, okay?

"Right? I don't have as many hands as my uncle, so I'll be patient for about two days."

"Hey, no, hey!

Apparently, he doesn't like men.

When I was blatantly rejected so far, that was sad.

Journey persuaded by Illis and Lena and, in the end, dissatisfied.

But somehow, Zeros becomes a feather that keeps being stared at with cautious caged eyes.

Only praise for being cute was somehow perceived as a numbing purpose.

After finishing the meal, the line went all the way to the abandoned mine, but only Journey wasted until the end.

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The journey is a good thing to say about being on the road, but if you keep walking for three hours, no words will come out.

The women, who were initially busy by the noise, were now just silently walking down the road.

Only the woods, which cannot be changed and seen as far as I can see, and the streets, which have just been cut unconstructively open and ground.

The village of Ahern is half a day away, but walking distance can be quite a bit.

About six hours after fixing it in time, demons were safely on the road instead of showing up.

I can say it's on schedule, but I can't help but be bored with nothing like this.

You couldn't stand the silence. Illis comes calling out.

"Hey, uncle? What's your uncle gonna do with the metal mining? Do you even make new gear?

"I'm thinking about making something like a small silo that will dry and complement the rice. You've got a dryer."

"Rice?! Is there rice in this world?!

"There is, isn't there? Look, you're growing at Mr. Iris' feet, too. That's rice."

As she pulled through the weeds, which were also seedlings of rice, she glanced at her surprise.

"... is this really rice? After I appraised it, I came out with weed..."

"Rice. Rice hierarchy in this world is low as weed."

Illis' appraisal level was low.

It seems that only weeds appear to come out after examining them.

"Without a thousand teeth, everything will be manual, and I'm thinking about making a stepping grain remover. I have tools such as wax and wax, but how does wheat get out of grain?

"Treat a thousand teeth, what?

Thousands of teeth used to be tools used to degrease rice, and are prototypes of degreasers used in the form of hooking rice into the gap between teeth that come out of the shape of a grain.

A foot grain remover is a tool that removes grain by passing countless curved wires through a barrel on the drum, rotating the drum linked by a belt by stepping on the foot, and striking rice.

It was more efficient than a thousand teeth and was widely used until mid-Showa.

Convenience bins now dominate, and they can be completed in bulk from rice pruning to grain removal.

The job is quick, but Combine has the hassle of having to open the first place to move while mowing the rice with his hands, but it's still much easier to say than it has been for a long time.

The technological advances of our time are remarkable.

"Why don't we build a convenience store?

"I thought about that, but if you abuse it, you can tank it, right? If you turn it up and have a large barista, you won't even go with the dragon, but if it's about Wyvern, you're going to be able to deal with it."

"Isn't that a good thing? If so many people will be protected."

"Did you forget? The history of man is the history of battle. How can you say that convenient tools of war can't be directed at people?

"Ugh..."

The release of extra technology decisively changes the military balance of this world.

If you want to do it, magic alone can be a super electromagnetic cannon, and in fact Zeros can use that magic.

If we bolster it and deploy it to the general army, that's not how war leads to mass genocide.

For that reason, Zeros had decided not to do knowledge cheats.

In particular, I do not simply want to keep my name as a genocidal notoriety or a great man who created a weapon of killing.

They are not bound by any responsibility, they just want to live in peace every day.

Well, I'm also responsible for paying taxes - that's no different from modern society.

"With that said, weren't you tutoring? Uncle, are you unemployed now?

"Ugh?! I don't want to be asked... I'm unemployed. I wonder how Celestina is doing by now."

The sun will set in the next three hours.

The old man looked up at the clear blue sky everywhere over his head.

Beneath this wide sky is a godson who taught magic until six days ago.

The girl I was told was useless, but now I was just a little concerned about what she was doing.

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Delsacis van Solister.

The Duke of Solister, the current lord and busy man, both public and private.

Married two wives from different aristocratic lineages, the couple is full of circles.

However, putting in the number of mistresses out there makes this lord's rating extremely divided.

Either favorable or malicious.

Though generally favoured by the people of the realm, he is in a dangerous position that is infinitely disgusted by some merchants and nobles and has many allies but also a large number of enemies.

The merchants' enemies were largely in the business, deficited by his divine decision and execution, and hunted down to the point where hostility itself seemed pointless.

The mistress, who was surrounded by financial means, was also uprooted, and in commerce she was hit with a painful blow before being killed alive. They resented Delsassis because they brought in a rather unscrupulous business meeting on the grounds that they could not refuse further.

The enemies of the aristocracy were largely rebellious, and factions as magical aristocrats were turned against each other because of their differences.

The Delsassis faction is now known as the Solisterian faction, a weak faction advocating the fusion of the Magic and Knights, but with its capital, it has become more wealthy than it can handle.

This is a faction born in the declaration of the Duke Claston before worrying about the future of the country, and it is only an evil act that deprives the magical nobles of the power they are seeking. But it was the House of the Duke of Solister that they could not reach such a detour either.

Because the former King and Claston are brothers and Delsassis also have the right to inherit the throne, in case the other nobles succeed in their plot to kill them, it is the factions that are the first to be suspected of being magical nobles.

Moreover, the Solisterians were located in the royal faction in political terms, and there was also a great deal of trust from those of royal descent who are now kings, giving the stance that the attitude of taking a step back and setting up a royal family was not interested in the right to inherit the throne.

In fact, Delsassis was not interested in the throne, he burned his willingness to protect the operation of his territory and the life of his people, and he still worked in the office today to organize documents.

"Hmm, Magic Scroll sales seem to be doing well. It seems inexpensive and reliable, but other faction magic scrolls don't look like mercenaries."

"You seem to be doing well. Their sources of funding are magic scrolling and magic drugs, in which magic scrolling is a downturn in sales, right?

"Once you buy a magic scroll, you can learn magic as many times as you want. You don't have to go out of your way to buy the same magic. No sales, of course."

"But the magic scrolls sold by Nong et al are different"

"Yeah, that's a sage. I didn't know we were going to have such a magic ceremony..."

Currently, the Solister Chamber of Commerce sold a new magic scroll, and its sales were positive.

The reason for this lies in the properties of magic scrolling.

Scrolling, which has always been widespread and common, is exactly what Delsassis said, and once purchased, it is possible to make someone else remember the magic. The Wizard Faction faction was also such a troublesome substitute to restrict its offering for sale.

It is common for mercenaries to buy magic, but these mercenaries scroll to their peers and they all remember the same magic. There was no way that we could sell this, so the faction seemed to want money but could not sell magic.

Above all, the price of [magic paper] writing down magic doesn't make a fool of itself, but it does make a deficit.

But the sold magic of the Solister Chamber of Commerce is different.

By copying the magic of the Zeros renovation and planting a magic erasure formula there, it is impossible to make others remember it once they remember it.

When you learn magic, unfold the magic formula once and engrave it in the back of your brain so that you can use it, but as soon as the process is complete, all the magic of the scroll will be erased.

It's also complete with an erase magic formula.

Expensive magic paper can be collected on the spot, recycled, and written a new magic formula to make it possible to sell it as a product again, and since it is so magical to sell it, you will not be complained about collecting magic paper.

Demand and supply will be created there, and customers will be pushing to buy new and efficient magic.

Magic is focused on recycling by thoroughly remembering things immediately in the store and keeping the magic paper out.

Currently, the mass production of scrolls is not sold in time, and the magic performance used is also well received.

The business of selling this magic is becoming a new business for the Solister Chamber of Commerce, and we are now on our way to gathering the Magic Instructors.

If good performance magic were put up for sale, it would definitely lead to a massive blow to the Wizard Faction faction.

Previously, it was a scroll that didn't grow in production and sales, but from now on, the price changes according to the magic power rank, so business is formed, and you have to buy magic directly to prevent further use.

It's the complete opposite of what we've been doing, so it's a business.

Because powerful magic also requires a corresponding level, the mercenaries focus on raising their arms by name.

At the same time, it prevents demonic threats and, if you remember to buy powerful magic, it leads to improved security by striving to be even stronger.

It was convenient to see it as a lord, as a circle would arise in the dual sense of commerce and security.

Moreover, if the complaints of the factions also come when they can grasp the improvement in security in the name, there will be no better way to do this.

It then leads to economic pressure on faction factions.

"You have trouble with a lot of factions that come to heartless about money. There will be a limit to the budget of the college, and there is no way to turn the budget around on them."

"We need to raise the authority of our faction without them realizing it, but if we can, we want to strike their nostalgia."

"Is it magic medicine? There are alchemists in my realm, but not enough."

"The problem is that there are individual differences in effectiveness. Because good and bad arms make a difference in effectiveness, we don't need a third class."

"No, let's collect third class too. It brings together third-rate alchemists to produce even potency restoratives."

The idea of Delsasis is that if even third-rate alchemists have advantages and disadvantages in their arms, they were going to let everyone produce recovery drugs at once and eliminate the advantages and disadvantages of quality by putting them together.

All the ingredients of the restorative medicine are the same, and if they are the same pharmaceutically effective ingredient, there is no problem with mixing them together.

"What about the second-rate to upper-rank guys? Do you normally make them make recovery pills?

"Let them produce only good quality items to suit their arms. The Wizard and the Alchemist are going to have a hard time living right now, so they're going to jump in here."

"Don't they ever send a rat in here? It's like flipping inside information."

"That's in order, too, the people in the dark are going to give me a hand. Looks like they burned their hands, so they're probably taking revenge."

The factions of the Wizard, especially the Whistlers and Saint-Germain, were troublesome.

The Saint-Germain sect is likely to agree with us if we show morality, because research is a faction on the spindle.

But the Whistlers tend to run wild.

Rumors say it's also connected to some dark organization, and suspicious deaths around this faction continue to follow.

Furthermore, they were arrogant towards the people, so much so that they said they were superior.

"But that's as far as the arrogance goes. Magic pills are bull-hearted by the Saint-Germain faction, and we can't afford blackmail loans to other nobles."

"I'll make things easier, we'll be fighting back soon."

"I'm going to do that. I'll thoroughly crush the source of the funds, okay? Father."

"I don't mind. Do it flashy, you runaway minister, and you'll disappear from this country."

The Whistlers were currently helping to capture even the Knights by sending bribes and the like to highly spoken nobles. Other factions do similar things, but they are not as aggressive as they are.

The Saint-Germain faction was for spreading research funds, and the other factions were caught up in these two major factions and basically treated like Pasilli.

Naturally, we are dissatisfied, and if a leading faction comes out, there is no mistake in turning back first.

"I also have my hands around Zveit, but later the problem is…"

"Aren't you going to ask Lord Zeros to cooperate? How do you know how to decipher magic characters?

"Your father's faction will have no other hand to help you."

"Will you take it on?

"Safeguarding his personal life, or..."

"You never give him his name, do you? If you do it badly, the country dies."

The only way to decipher magic characters is Zeros, except Celestina and Zveit.

Book how to decipher it and use it in a faction in Creston to improve magic.

If we raise a better wizard, the factions that are so pervasive today will disappear.

The situation is imminent, worrying about the country but therefore having to resort to hard means, which is growing to such an extent as to trigger a coup if we do not weaken our power within the present.

At the same time, the people also have bad feelings, so the only way to prevent it from leading to a slump in the country was exclusion.

"I wonder if Teena or Tuvate will turn out to be rebel wolf smoke."

"Zvate would be fine now. It used to be rotten."

"If you know what I mean, why didn't you hit me?

"People can't get bigger if they can't seem to learn from failure. The encounter with Lord Zeros seems to have radically changed him."

Problem is, I don't know what's gonna happen to Cloisas.

Looks like I'm getting a headache thinking about the fate of my grandchildren.

There was an old man there who put his finger on his temple and endured the pain.

"Well, it's time, so I'm about to..."

"So you're going somewhere again?

"There's a good woman waiting for you. This is where we're going to go to her."

"... Dell, your lord is not a mame. One day the women will kill you, okay?

"That's what you want. If a good woman kills you, I'll run out of men, Father."

Han, who can, also manages the hours of his work in seconds.

Delsassis, who has finished his work, will now turn to his mistress.

"... Non, how many grandchildren do you have?

Creston groans pompously as he drops off his son's back weaving out his coat.

There were too many mysteries in the actions of my real son.

The Han who can seem to confuse his real father as well.

Creston, who was left alone, was seriously worried that he might have miseducated my child.

It is said that the parents do not know the child of the heart, but in fact the opposite seems true.

Child's heart, parents couldn't understand.