Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

Around the time when darkness envelops the neighborhood and many of them fall asleep or are temporarily entertained to relieve their work fatigue.

One man, in order to finally ascertain the accomplishments he has obtained, takes the product in his own room and ascertains its value, hoisting his mouth slightly when the product is a definite object, chuckles.

The man, ostensibly a businessman with a jerk hand, had a face behind him as a dark merchant selling goods by illegal means.

I used any means to get what I wanted, fell into other people to lift the value of the goods, and in some cases ordered my men to do it again and again.

What he has in his hand is a necklace with two transparent gems, the value of which in some cases is very unworthy. He succeeded in obtaining it without resorting to any means, in order to obtain something that was not strange even if it was resting in a treasure trove in one country.

In particular, the owner of this necklace is already beneath the soil, because the necklace itself is quite famous, it cannot be sold even on the table, and it is also realized that the search hand will turn tomorrow.

But because of the large number of people wanting anything illegal, he listed a few sellers and was willing to sell them early.

It is best to take illegal items out of the country and sell them early than to trade goods in the back.

"Not at all... it's what made me take the trouble. Just sell it to Non and you won't have to die."

Now mocking the owner of a taste not already in the world, the man holds the neckline with his thick fingers and smiles inferiorly at the decoration until its stunning.

I don't know how much it would be worth if I sold it, but his nose would still swell to luxury.

Anyway, this necklace is a magic trick. Even more of artistic value, it is a substitute discovered from the ruins of the old times.

Thinking of the price, he can't stop laughing.

"What a wonderful treasure the Elves of the Old Ages have made. Kukuk...... tz? Hey, what, on the neck..."

When I accidentally felt a small pain in my neck muscle and put my hand where I learned the pain, a small needle was piercing me.

The fat man's body is thick, luxurious, fat, and not heavily injured because of his blockage by the meat, but his body rapidly becomes paralyzed and intense vomiting strikes.

"Ooh?! Woo...... goo...... gee..."

Gradually I couldn't breathe, dizziness and severe headaches, vomiting. I could only understand that my body was paralyzed and unable to move to call for help, and that I had been hard hit by a poison needle.

But he's letting his men do the same thing, so to speak, karma.

Moreover, it seems to be an immediate poison, and it is already too late.

The man suffered as much as he had ever killed, and took his breath as he did.

In the room where the LORD of the room died and no one was left, there was a slight glimmer.

It was the black shadow that rose from the floor as if seeping out.

When the shadow creeps on the spot, it eventually changes shape and turns into a human figure.

It was a woman in her twenties who showed up.

A black dress with a slightly accentuated chest and hardened with numerous ornaments is no worse than the noble ladies. But she grinned softly, not seemingly a tragic scene, and as she approached the table where the man was, she nodded satisfactorily with the ornament that was there.

"Yeah, it's good stuff inside. Hehe...... don't feel bad about it. This is my job, too."

The world behind you is always at risk for your life.

The dead man was targeted by another organization, and only killed.

The merchant enemy just kicked this man down in the form of death.

"I thought it was a hassle job, but if you can get such good stuff, you can take it on as many times as you want. Ugh."

Keeping people dead, she was distracted by the ornaments in front of her.

I like the necklace above all, and when I get it, the necklace disappears from my hands neglectfully.

"So why don't we get you something else? Maybe he's hiding it somewhere."

The woman disappeared from this room as she dived into the shadows again.

Later all that was left was the corpse of a greedy merchant who had resorted to illegal means.

It is not until the next morning that this dark merchant is discovered.

But we can't figure out who killed this man, and eventually the investigation will be closed.

Because no matter how much we investigated, we didn't get any evidence to lead the killer.

In the end, he said, the only person who was happy was the victim who was driven crazy through his life by a man.

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Early in the morning, the old man had finished the grasshopper in the field, which was routine, and had begun working out with the hens.

Nearly twenty chickens stick out their fists, kicks, etc. undisturbed, and there is a temple-like type audition going on here.

The three chickens of [Shiloobi] [Rippa-] [Archer] do the same type of audition for some reason, and do not fail to train day and night to change to a stronger species.

In addition, each of the three [Grappler] [Slash] [Sniper] have given their names, decided to call them [Wookay] [Zankay] [Senkay], and they have been asked to serve as a compiler for the other hens.

I think these chickens have gotten stronger because they were given names or for some reason, but the old man decided not to care much.

It's a world where there are special laws that say magic more than the original, I don't think it's strange if a named monster occurs, and the old man accepts it with an unexplained rationale: 'You can be strong, I want you to lay delicious eggs'.

The three given names, for some reason, became more loyal and helped train and field work to become stronger every day.

As a result, the other hens began to help with field work, and it is fortunate that they no longer need to hire manpower. He even eats more pests, so he turns into a pretty treasured being.

I just wonder why chickens who specialize in ranged attacks, including Sniper Cocco, try to learn martial arts.

"Why are you guys learning martial arts? It's a long-range support type..."

"Coquette, cocktail, cocktail! (We realized that sniping was not enough. Depending on the situation, you also need melee moves)"

"I hope I don't get cleverly poor. Well, is it within your training to think about what you want...... The next time you evolve, what will it be?"

Honestly, I don't know what these chickens want and where they're going.

Because it is a subspecies that have been forged and developed in a more special environment than the original, it is unknown how it will change in the future.

These hens have recently learned books from Kaede and are really active in starting chess and creating weapons.

Because demons have the nature of changing their appearance by adapting to the environment, I am seriously scared of what evolution they will undergo in the future.

I think it would seem interesting to think that in the course of evolution, a powerful being called the Demon Kings will also occur, and that any of these things might result in an extraordinary being.

It is generally assumed that the beasts were also formerly demons, and that they may have become human in the course of evolution.

If this is true, these chickens are also likely to change into human shapes, and so far they are highly intelligent, though I don't see it as a mistake.

Now that there are spiritual species like elves and dwarves, this is not an impossible story.

We do not know what process they have followed to obtain an entity from an invisible being, but the Spirit also generates another species in the course of evolution. Perhaps it is more than the mystery of life, it is Ningro inflation.

"How far are you guys going..."

"Coquette......, Coquette Coquette (I think, so I have it. Challenge to the limit, just maximize the apex)"

"You think life is more important than living? It is, in a way, a frontier of enlightenment…"

I don't think it's very chicken.

They seek pure strength, build themselves up and strive for height.

The instincts of survival are stronger because they are more demonic than the original ones, and they already instinctively know how to organize a weak and strong diet.

So they burn their lives to live and try to be strong to survive, but at the same time they try to learn a lot of things diligently to protect their people.

Everything changes from instinct, adapts to the environment, learns at the same time, and continues to challenge to incorporate what is needed.

You could say that chickens are pushing the process of human evolution with tremendous speed.

"Can't you help thinking about what's ahead? Than that...... why are there those kids?

Ahead of the old man's eyes, the orphanage kids were encouraging type archery with the hens for some reason.

Under the guidance of the Wookays, they continued to train to be their own moves, putting out sharp fists like they would decide.

"Coquette, coquette... (In order to have fun and live in the future, it seems that we need to make money from now on. Making strength for it...)"

"Are you burning in ambition...... What a great bunch of kids..."

In order to live a self-depraved future, the children were beginning to make money from now on.

Making strength to make money is constructive, but the motive is too unsound.

They dive into the dungeon and hang everything in a beating for a thousand bucks.

"All right, we're running in next. Uh-huh!

"" "Ooh! In order to have fun and live, buy the hard work you've done and get out!

In a way, it can be said that the kids see things better than the adults.

Regardless of their motivation to live in self-depravity in the future, their actions were sound at the moment.

Those kids line up and start running.

"Fun and live in the future." "" Fun and live in the future. ""

"A thousand dollars, my dreams." "A thousand dollars, my dreams." "

"I want money!" "" "I want money!

"All the money!" "" "Money is everything!

"Make money, it's luxury." "Make money, it's luxury." "

"Sake pond flesh grove, my dream" "Sake pond flesh grove, my dream" ""

Children running out singing like some army.

Though full of desire, he takes a good look forward and lives his life.

I'm worried about whether this is a good idea or not, but they're still working out for the dream very seriously.

As an adult, I don't know what to say. It's a mystery whether you understand the meaning of words more than that.

"I'm fine. Even so, I have no dreams... It's not all wrong, but it's not what kids say."

It is not wrong to strive for dreams, but the purpose is a rather lazy object, so you will have to be careful as a leader in your life.

However, if the motivation of the children is compromised, it may affect their future education.

In the end, the old man could only whine like this after all his worries.

"Nooo, have you lifted your arms again in the last few days...... tough"

"Cocke!! Cockroach! (Awkward can still be strong! That would be the same for them. sharper sword than yesterday)"

"The path of the sword must not be made in one day. Daily workouts are essential. Even more so if you have a strong man!

Ahead the children were starting to run in, Kaede, a high elf who had fallen into Shura Road, is slaughtering each other hard with Zankay.

Whatever it was, the old man was buried around him with militants.

Doesn't matter, the old man had already stopped thinking about the conversation with the hens. I don't know if you've given up thinking or adapted to the environment.

However, it seems that the unexplained phenomenon can be accomplished with the phrase "because it is a different world".

Maybe it's a wise decision in a way.

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Zeros, having finished his early morning workout and field work, was senseless in front of the objects of the petition.

Hot, standing white rice on a tea bowl and eggs on top of it. Yes, TKG.

Multiply with the rewarding soy sauce from Caede, mix the eggs with white rice, and move your hands while keeping your feelings down until you get a yellow shade.

Insensitive eggs are also worried about parasites, but by using the skills of [appraisal], the old man was to face to face with the favorite of the memorial.

Seeing the mixed TKG, the old man swallows the saliva.

"Yes, I have to..."

When you take the tea bowl in your hand as if it were a serious challenge to battle, you scratch the egg-wrapped rice in your mouth, roughly.

Intense flavors and soy sauce flavors blended together, and bliss should have spread in my mouth...

It was certainly a delicious egg. But......

"It does taste good, it tastes good but it's too intense... Something's different... not a pale taste"

Delicious but completely different from the TKG I remember.

The flavour is too intense and the flavour of soy sauce is erased. Soy sauce loses its strength and becomes insufficient. This did not even lead to a concealed taste, and the taste of soy sauce was defeated by thick eggs.

"Eight million gods... do you ask me to make the ultimate soy sauce? I can't! Unlike Mr. Ooka and Dr. Kai-O, it's not a food kitchen. I can only make about normal soy sauce at best..."

Unlike eggs sold cheaply in supermarkets, whilst squid chicken or yoo-oo eggs - no, they go far beyond that.

For an old man with a poor tongue, he was unlikely to be able to make soy sauce that would fit the eggs of the Wild Cocco subspecies, though not very much.

It's not very chicken stuff. This would be another species of egg at the earliest.

The old man had previously made soy sauce whimsically on the fold of rural life, but the taste was normal.

"I despaired...... No way, what are so many eggs..."

Thousands of miles of roads say more than one step, but one step further is like being held back by a cliff.

It was too difficult to move on.

"God is dead. I can't believe anything anymore..."

An old man who doesn't believe in God from the beginning is unconvincing.

I think it is a big deal when it comes to TKG, but it would be a feeling to live abroad for a few years.

No matter how rustic the Japanese food is, there are walls there that never come close to the taste of their homeland.

On the contrary, if one thinks that there is a wrong dish that is completely separate, rather than a mistaken name for Japanese food, one can gauge how desperate Zeros is.

The TKG I just ate just seems like a complete separate name for what I would call egg-wrapped rice.

It's delicious, but it tastes completely different from what I wanted.

First of all, the old man specializes in technical relations, and these food-related matters are the same as amateurs. Just making soy sauce or miso is a big deal, but it's stranger to be able to easily reproduce the soy sauce that goes with this egg for Ningro.

There seems to be something cheats can and cannot do.

To a rather elusive problem, the old man was depressed by the depth of the Mariana Strait.

"What you need for soy sauce and miso is koji on wheat, salt, and soybeans... soybeans..."

The field is planted with beans that say [Jack Beans], but this bean grows as if it were a tree, producing fruits like pomegranates. But the problem seems to be that there are multiple beans in this fruit, such as green beans and solamame.

Later I looked at the drawings and held my head, but the most commonly appeared to be beans, and it was a delicate place to make all the portions of miso and soy sauce. Ecosystems in this world are all kinds of weird when it comes to plants.

"This... maybe I should leave it to someone else already. I feel like I'm separated from what I can do on my own."

Very common soy sauce and miso can be made, but the eggs of the chickens undergoing vicious evolution are superb, and it is imperative to defeat them lightly with halfway seasonings. But the old man, who still couldn't give up, accelerated his thinking to seek the seasoning he needed at all costs.

"At least I hope the liquor is the only thing that can taste good... I've never seen all this before."

You can't make booze without permission in modern Japan.

We almost had to make alcohol from a state of hand exploration, and the difficulty was so high that it could not be compared to soy sauce or miso. Even though I have lived in the country for a long time, I bought most of the seasoning relationships, so handmade is close to reckless.

But still, you wouldn't be wrong to seek the taste of your hometown.

For the first time, I felt like moving forward because of the flavors that create the flavor of my hometown.

Of course, I know it sounds like an illusion, but this thought of food is enormous because it is a completely different world, rather than a secret of the planet.

"Fish soy would be nice, but the array smells pretty bad during the fermentation phase, because the neighborhood is annoying..."

Fish soy smells pretty tight during the fermentation phase.

If you fail, it will only be Xaya juice and you will have the courage to make it.

It's not a good thing to make in the city. Although troubled, the rice was an old man to eat.

Wookay opened the door and came into the house as he broke into an endless chain of worries.

"Coquette! Coquette. (Master, a guest is here, what will you do?)"

"Guests? Who is it? There shouldn't have been any plans for a guest... huh?

"Coquette! (I don't know)"

"Hmm, I'll see you soon. Maybe it's Mr. Creston."

The old man immediately opened the door to the front door, where a middle-aged man from Nice Middle stood quietly.

This man, who looks like he's waving a shaker in some liquor store, was Dantis, a butler at the Duke of Solister's house. He is the next dandy figure, except for Delsassis, the lord.

"Oh, this is Mr. Dandis. Long time no see. Hey, what's up?

"Long time no see, Lord Zeros. In fact, the Lord, Lord Delsassis, really wants to meet Lord Zeros, depending on how he picks you up. If there's anything I can do for you, I'd like you to come to the Lords' mansion immediately."

"Is it urgent? I don't have any particular errands, but I wonder what. Something about a production request... no way."

It would also be rude to keep the guests outside, so I invited Dandis into the house.

Old men make a lot of dangerous things.

There are few obvious and safe magic items, and only weapons have been made that would have a lot of impact if used.

Regardless, I can also make items to protect myself if I want to, but I don't feel like making them for some reason.

At the time of the game, he said, 'Art is an explosion!!' He is a delightful prisoner who was genuinely producing explosives. I've been doing something like an enemy character in some ninja comic strip.

I don't feel like doing such an insane imitation because I don't look like an avatar on a boulder, but the fact that I was doing something like a terrorist in the game at a good age doesn't go away.

It is the old man's comparatively new black history.

"Oh? Were you eating?

"Yeah, you got quality eggs. I tried it, but it didn't go well with seasoning and I was worried about it."

"Is it seasoning? Ho, is this soy sauce? Are you sure it's made in an eastern island country?"

"I can make regular soy sauce, but coco eggs taste too good and soy sauce loses. I wish it tasted a little more intense."

"Oh? Didn't you buy it at the Solister Chamber of Commerce? I'm sure they manufactured and sold condiments called soy sauce and miso..."

"... WHAT'S?!

The old man's thinking stopped.

"So we're selling it at the Solister Chamber of Commerce, right? I would have previously partnered with merchants from the East to manufacture and sell in this country as well... Didn't you know?

"Oh, my God...... I didn't know you were selling in an unexpected place...... Before that, how widely did your lord do business..."

"I'll sell anything I can sell, and I'll use any hand I can buy. They're scouting here on favourable terms because there's a war going on in the East and merchants and craftsmen are overflowing as refugees because they can't work."

"... Lord Delsassis, aren't you cheaper than me... I'm not the only one."

Cheat Sage was a complete defeat to a locally cultivated, completely undeserved super lord.

For the record, soy sauce and miso sold at the Solister Chamber of Commerce are in high demand to be used in upscale restaurants due to their flavors, and they are named as upscale seasonings and traded at high prices.

Because the materials themselves are different from those of the Orient, they were improved to suit this country and are now widely produced and sold in mass. All craftsmen are of Oriental origin.

It was truly conscientious to hire him as a skilled craftsman, not as a slave.

"The Solister Chamber of Commerce is hard to get into because the store is overflowing with luxury...... The store itself has a first-class location, and you can feel it coming in without me."

"Hahaha, it's not really the kind of store built for ordinary people. Those who visit the store say so with their mouths shut."

"Sure, because it's hard to say it's for ordinary people. I didn't expect soy sauce or miso to be sold this close. Don't be afraid, Duke of Delsassis"

The Duke of Delsasis, whose work and fire play are worth living.

I don't know what his management philosophy looks like, but from the fact that he is not only managing the territory, but doing business well, he is certainly talented enough not to speak in a word of excellence.

The old man was wary and afraid of such a supergenius proprietor.

Just soy sauce and miso......

"Still, what can I do for you? Are you asking me anything?

"No, I haven't heard anything. Oh, you only had one."

"What?

"You want me to dress as much as I can... Well, I was very upset with your wives..."

When you ask me, I usually give two swords to a thin dirty gray robe. Because it has a distinct appearance of frigidity, it is not dressed to talk to the lord without being obnoxious.

Seems to have been totally hated by the two Marquises because they had previously met their lords in that appearance. It would have been a very rude outfit without even thinking about it.

I don't mind where the powerful hated me, but it's awkward to be a wretch with the president of the Chamber of Commerce dealing with soy sauce and miso. But when I was told I was dressed, I didn't have the right clothes.

After thinking about it, I decided to fit Delsassis fully equipped.

"Wait a minute. I'm here to help you feel better..."

"I'm sorry. How many minutes does it take to speak of a wise man?"

"I don't mind. Nevertheless, how long has it been since I've been sophisticated..."

I haven't gotten myself ready in about seven years.

When the old man went to the washroom, he immediately shaved his beard and properly stretched his hair.

There is no hair conditioning, but I have vegetable oil for conditioning instead, and when I appraised it, it was found that it was used instead of hair conditioning.

[Mileweed's fruit] crushed and squeezed out, but this oil was not available for edible use, and the effect was mainly enhanced by mixing it in small amounts when making medicine. Because of this, medicine is a medicine to cure abdominal pain, but this oil seems to work the same way as castor oil when consumed in a certain amount.

I used it frequently when making secret medicine, so I was fortunate to have it in bulk.

"Tidy your forehead with this oil...... My back hair is stretching too much - do I tie it with [dragon hair]..."

The beard was shaved with a knife, but normally think about it. This is dangerous.

However, because the old man was sparing money to buy a shaver and shaved with a knife, this task was familiar. Wouldn't you be willing to buy a razor?

And full equipment removed from the inventory.

A coat-style robe made from a black dragon film, a bracelet made of black dragon scales.

He wears a gauntlet on a boot created from the crust of a black armored dragon, and he doesn't even look like an armed priest. Full-body black monochrome, but it is strange that it appears somewhat sacred.

The goldsmiths and golden thread decorations everywhere are truly elegant and of good quality.

However, this equipment has undergone demonic modification and is so precious that it is not even suitable to be obtained by a concurrent magician.

If properly appraised, he had the same defense as his legendary gear.

Above all, the anomaly is the wand he holds.

It was disastrous and mechanical to the point where the surface seen using scales and crusts of black dragons was unusual, based on a great sword made from rare metals.

In any case, it is claimed that a revolver-shaped magazine or a circular ring mounted in the center of the sword still creates a biological, yet mechanical creepy atmosphere.

[Magic Modified Magic Wand Type 54 Modified]. It looked like a sword, but this was still a magic catalyst, a wand, a joke weapon capable of magic shelling even on its own.

In addition, there are two combat knives at the waist and multiple throwing knives at the nose.

He was called the [Black exterminator], so he came from a place where he had no doubles in this gear.

"I've never dressed like this before...... I'm sick of cooking, and I don't like it."

When the hair is done and the eye area is revealed, the old man stands out for the image that looks warm with threads.

I'm just honestly scared of the eye of the slit length when I open my lid at all. I think so myself when I have a cold-blooded image, so I'm sure I have the same impression from others.

It's not aesthetically shaped, but it's never bad as a material.

The old man wears a black mine spider and Mithril fiber knitted magician's peculiar dust hat to the finish.

I don't know what to say, I'm still saying 'yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy' 'It feels like I'm going to hunt a vampire while I say something like that.

With a giant magic wand on his back, the old man turns to Dandis.

"Ze, Lord Zeros...... are you willing to go to war from now on!?

"The first voice is that!? Well, in a way, it's war. I don't want the Duchess to insert her mouth from the side, so it's intimidating... I don't have a suit before that."

If I had a suit in the first place, I wouldn't have worn such noisy gear.

From the people of this world, Zeros' gear is a good place to overpower. Rather, the usual outfit is also a relatively weaker piece of equipment. It's not undergoing any kind of demonic modification.

The old man's belongings were occupied by a relatively noisy substitute.

"What do you do from time to time? Isn't that such a noisy weapon from what I've seen?

"It's agriculture, isn't it? Oh, do you need eggs? Hey, I can't eat all by myself."

"Wild Cocco eggs are purchased from a credible farmer, so you're on time. Why don't you even hem it into an orphanage?

"I see... shall we then stop by before heading to the Lordship's mansion? Because eggs are alive in freshness."

The old man's home and orphanage are connected for some reason.

I'm going to pinch the wall and put it in through the back door, but depending on what I think, thieves are going to be able to get in from anywhere. But there are the strongest and worst guards in this house.

Thieves will get bogged down by militant hens.

With a vessel with eggs in it, the old man headed to the orphanage.

The old man's house was no wider road than the carriage would let him in, and the building materials had been brought in from the orphanage.

The old man had never seen it, probably because the Dwarves of Hamba Civil Industries brought it in early in the morning as they danced. At work, they behave unusually fast.

The old man knocks on the door at the back of the church and calls out.

"Mr. Luceris, are you there?

"Yes, just a moment. I'll unlock it..."

You were close, Luceris comes early running and unlocks, welcoming the old man in.

"Uh, is that Mr. Zeros?

"Yes... is this outfit strange? I like the design."

"No, it looks good on you. That... looks like a priest or a priest. It's a little flashy."

"I'm a magician, but hey. Now, this is an egg laid by our hens, but I haven't eaten enough, so it's hemmed."

"Is it good?! Eggs are luxury ingredients, right? It should be a lot of money if you sell it..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not obsessed with money, and I'll hunt in the Great Deep Green Zone if I have to."

It is a slaughtered way of earning money.

It depends on quality, especially if you just live normally, but if you have seven palm-sized demon stones, you can live for a year.

To that extent, it's easy to make money, but the old man hasn't acted conspicuously because he wants to live plain. Since it is not a mercenary, there is no request, and it is only used in the Hamba Civil Industry.

Still, six months was an easy income to live in.

"Thank you. The kids will be happy."

"Ahhh... those kids are going to say, 'Give me some meat, old man'. No evil..."

"Sorry... I don't seem to be well educated..."

"You shouldn't mind, should you? Looks like those kids are acting on their own... The motive is a bit arrogant..."

It is not wrong to strive for the present to enjoy the future and live it.

However, the children were pushing to the point of being foolish toward a rather stubborn dream.

I am worried that it will break into my dreams.

"Lou... can I get some water? I drank a little too much last night..."

"Oh, isn't that Mr. Journey? Pretty troublesome outfit in the morning...... It's a little too irritating for my uncle."

"Hiahhhhhhh!?

For some reason it should be an orphanage, but Journe, a mercenary, showed up in his underwear.

For a single, feminine uncle, eye maintenance - a sight that is too exciting for his eyes.

Because he was in underwear at all, it was already too late when he noticed the old man, there was no point in trying to hide his body with both hands, and he overemphasized Ning Rong Nice Buddy - a porn that was on the verge of bleeding out his nose. The E cup is dazzling to the eye with a possible chest.

Old man, it is eye bliss from day to day.

"Mr. Journey, what is it...... ah, [the black exterminator]!?

"Please stop those two names. I'm not old enough to be glad you called me by that street name."

Iris was also in an orphanage for some reason.

For her, the top players at ORG were admirers, especially the five [exterminators] who were so visionary about some idle group.

One of them, the [Black Destroyer], is in front of him.

"Uncle, are you going to war somewhere?! Fully equipped, right?

"It's for a little wild. I don't care if you have a suit or something. Why did Mr. Iris go to church?

"Hahaha... I didn't have the money to stay at the inn and decided to let Mr. Luceris stay for a while ~"

"You're not laughing. You'd better have a job in your hand, wouldn't you? I'll treasure it just as much as I can."

"Ugh... I ignored the production job, so I can't make magic drugs..."

Iris was a warrior mentor in combat specialization and did not possess skills like a productive position.

Just because you enjoyed the adventure doesn't mean you can eat and go alone in the mercenary family business if it's the real world.

As far as reality was concerned, the situation in Illis was not condoned to go alive.

"If so, can I tell you how to make it simple? If you sell it, you can make about the cost of the inn?

"Really?! Tell me, I'm so pinched right now!

The fact that Illis is financially pinched naturally means that he is also one of us and that Journey has no money.

The journey was squatting while hiding behind the wall and blushing.

He was so embarrassed.

"Mr. Journey, did your uncle see you dressed like that?

"It's good to be young. As an uncle, it was eye blessing, but it seemed pretty ugly to us. Oh, no, it's really cute."

"Hit!?

"Uncle... is that sexual harassment?

"You can't sue me for sexual harassment under the laws of this country. And it's like an accident, and there's nothing wrong with this one."

The face stains bright red with more on the back of the wall, a depressing journey.

The old man who saw her like that without that also hates being flat with a walnut.

It was a journey that pushed and killed and resented the less vocal anger of shame.

"Mr. Zeros... don't abuse Journey too much. He usually looks like a man, and he's so pure on the inside."

"You're really cute. It's more of an egg than that, do you want to cook it now? I will hold it for about twenty days at room temperature, but to eat it raw I will proceed to eat it early"

"Hehe...... it's ok! I bought a refrigerator wondering if this would happen. Organisms can be stored for a while."

"Is the store you purchased the Solister Chamber of Commerce? I'm the one who made the array first - you already sold it... Again, the Duke of Delsassis is not an insult."

I can't hide my surprise at the behavior I've already put into selling, even though it was about three weeks ago when I came up with a refrigerator proposal.

The structure itself is simple, so it won't hang much gold, but it should be quite difficult to just align the number of demonic stones, a magic medium that makes ice. I'm just wondering what means you've taken.

"Today, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to..., if you say so, I don't see the kids?

"Ange and the others went to clean the city. You want to save a little money and buy mercenary gear?"

"Really succeed. Unless the behavioral philosophy is alle..."

Kids pushing toward the future they want succeed, but for some reason they reek of regret.

He was an old man and Luceris who genuinely thought about what education was.

"I dare you, I will leave the eggs. I'm keeping people waiting, so please excuse me here. Oh, can I let you go through the church?

"Yes, thank you for everything, because the meal has become a little extravagant"

"Hahaha. More than anything if you're happy. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll let you through."

The old man passes inside the church and heads to the carriage that is keeping him waiting in the front.

To escape the old man, Jahne hid first in the room where the children were sleeping.

When Luceris dropped the old man off to the end, he tried to head to the storeroom to pick up the grub to start cleaning.

"... Lou... you, that old man, you like that...?

"Yes or no?!

"Ah, I thought so, too. Luceris looked at his uncle as if he were his new wife."

"New wife!? Oh no... I don't mean to... Even Journey is aware of Mr. Zeros!

"Hmm!? Atashi... I can't believe a man... Not to mention the old man, huh?

"Yeah, Mr. Journey cares about his uncle, too. You're oddly conscious, and it doesn't matter how old you are in love, does it?

"Become!? I don't... I don't care..."

Conscious is the same for Luceris and Journe.

However, it was only a pale thought, a young thing that had not developed to love.

We haven't noticed our thoughts yet for the two of us who haven't had a first love experience.

The three of them blossomed in women's talks in front of an altar dedicated to God.

But they have forgotten something.

That this world exists a delightfully shameful and vicious phenomenon commonly known as romantic (love) syndrome (syndrome) ….

It is commonly referred to as estrus.

Because the romantic syndrome suddenly develops one day...