Buy the Land And Cultivate in Different World

Continue, the story at the sheep ranch.

"No hair!?"

Herded ha...... not hairless sheep are eating grass idyllically.

Walk wherever you want and eat as much as you want.

Although it is precisely a pastoral landscape.

"You can't get yarn without hair, and you can't make sweaters or abdominal rolls without yarn!?"

"So what's a yarn?

I guess it's a concept not entirely in this world because Batty, a garment maker, doesn't even know the very existence of yarn.

The pivotal sheep are not this zama......

Sheep skins are paper ingredients.

In a world where that value dominates, hairs may have disappeared from the sheep every too many generations in search of parchment.

Because if you're going to process the skin, the only hairs that grow from above the skin are the interrupters.

Because parchment paper left with hair would be uncomfortable to write sawdust.

Those producing parchment as an industry may have made efforts to keep sheep from growing hair with a view to streamlining their work.

Even if we didn't know about the breed improvement, we might have empirically multiplied the breeds that were good for us.

While such repetition continued for hundreds of years, hairless sheep became the standard.

Or only hairless sheep are gone.

Hairless sheep suitable for parchment production.

"But I wonder what's going on...?

I sighed as I watched the hairless sheep on the ranch.

To match Batty's demands, sweaters and yarn pants knitted in wool are still JUST.

But there is nothing that can be done if the sheep that should be great men do not grow hairs.

But me too, when this story started, I totally felt like spending this winter in a nuke sweater, and what's going on...?

"In the dungeon again, even monsters that produce wool...?

You're about to break your bones again.

That's what I think and my heart is soaked......

I saw something moving in the vast meadow of the ranch that wasn't sheep.

"... are you a person?

No, it's the Demon Nation because it's here in Demon Country.

But how about a straw hat on impressive clothes like a farmer.

I can see that the Demons are no different from humans at all.

"Uh, excuse me."

I've spoken up somehow.

An elderly man who seems to work on a ranch, the Demon Nation, comes to realize.

"It's rare to go to such a despicable place. What can I do for my ranch?

Instead of "working," he was a rancher.

Correct the manners and continue the conversation.

"No, I'm just a tourist. I thought there were plenty of healthy sheep."

I didn't talk to him for some clear purpose with me.

While you're in public discourse, maybe you won't grasp as much as the thread of a hint, or just the yarn, of a hairy sheep that's not in this world.

"... some people like things, such as touring things that aren't even this rare. Well, look as much as you like, if you like."

"Thank you"

"It's a ranch that's going to close soon anyway. If you want to see it, it's about time."

"Huh?"

Surprised to be told that something would not suddenly be unplugged.

"Close it? Are you saying you're quitting the ranch? Aren't you supposed to rest for a while?

"Oh, it's a full-fledged shop deal. You can't make money anymore. You can only lose money if you're raising sheep any more"

That's how the rancher laughed lonely.

It was a dry laugh that came out after I gave up everything.

"Oh no...!? Then the sheep here...!?"

"He with good blood muscles can be picked up by other ranches...... but what he doesn't would be disposed of. Because old sheep smell and are not edible..."

What an intelligent story I've heard......!

Even though I know that's the rigour of the business, I don't know...!

"No, isn't that strange?

Batty pinches his mouth as he heard from the side.

"It's supposed to be the Demon King's Army holding ranch here, isn't it? All sheep raised are processed into parchment and delivered to the Demon King's Army. There's no way it's going to sell! Because I will never need paper for administrative affairs!!"

Indeed Batty is right.

Even in the workplace I was in the previous world, I imagine it would be made without paper, and I find it absolutely impossible.

"No......! That's what I have, ma'am. The Demon King's army told me that we don't need any more sheep to make us."

"No way...!?"

"They found a replacement for everything. Much prettier and tougher than the paper made from the skins of the sheep we grew up on, and we can make a lot more on top of that..."

What are you...!?

That paper of such good quality was to be made in the demonic kingdom?

"Anything, Mr. Pandemonium Chamber of Commerce. Tell me you created that awesome piece of paper. Everyone in the office of the Devil's Capital started using the paper... The capital's paper guild seems to be weak..."

"That's a hard story..."

I agreed with Batty's whining like he was talking to himself.

Even if technological advances must be made, no one should be threatened by them.

Shouldn't the care of those affected with the paradigm shift also be well taken care of?

He said it was the Pandemonium Chamber of Commerce that developed the new paper.

I know Mr. Shakus, the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce over there.

Say something from me too..., is that it?

"Saint......, is this...!?"

Batty noticed, too, sending an anxious glance at me.

My farm.

Actually, I also make paper.

Oak and goblin teams produce paper by cutting out lumber grown in dungeon orchards.

I wondered if it should have been a notebook, but I thought I'd stop because it had no use than I thought.

Mr. Shakus from the Pandemonium Chamber of Commerce who found it changed the color of his eyes......

'Don't stop making it! If you don't want it, sell it to us! Because I will pay as much as I want!!'

I said... and I sold it to you because I had no reason to say no.

"I don't have any use for my money, so I don't care if you take it."

Or so I said.

Even then, on my farm, I was to continue to paper Mr. Shakus just to get him to pick it up...

I've been using it lately for notebooks used by international students...?

"Batty..., what if this is...!? The new paper that came out is...!?"

"Within ten, it would be made of us with about nine or ten possibilities...!!"

Almost 100%!?

It was us trying to crush this ranch!?

Well, which side did you come to visit?

"Well, I have generous protection from the Demon King, though I won't get lost in the streets all of a sudden. I'm going to take the time to slowly reduce the size of my ranch and look for my next job. Well, I'm getting a whole different job at this age, so I'm going to try to raise some other livestock..."

"Ha ha...!?"

"The only thing I wanted to raise was sheep. It was a vendetta. Make it a cow. Make it a goat. It'll be different from a sheep again, and I'd be disgusted if I had to pioneer a buyer. Still, if you don't do it, it's for you to eat."

"Hahahaha......!

All I got was a dry laugh.

This guy's! We are the root of the disaster that struck this man!?

A sense of impatience arises that something needs to be done.

I am not so thick that I can turn away knowingly from the problems that have happened at my own risk!!

I don't have hair in my heart!

I don't have hair on sheep in this world, though!

"Oh, yeah! Rancher, can you let me touch the sheep!?"

"What are you going to do with it? Weird customer, huh?

Just a tour is rare, and a rancher increasingly suspicious of my oddity.

But I guess it's a throwaway bowl because there's no further ahead.

He also helped me feel that way and listened very much to my uncanny favors.

Not so much, he catches one of the sheep fluttering around the meadow at will and pulls it as he grabs the root.

That's right, the livestock producer in office is not lost in the treatment of livestock.

When I saw it up close, my skin was really sticky.

I get a weird impression when I see a hairless mammal up close again.

"Look, touch as much as you like."

"Thank you!... holla good girl......, gubble!?"

All of a sudden they twitched my head!?

Violent!?

Unlike the image, sheep ferocious!?

"Yes, I'm fine. Because if you make me grow up, I'll be right there......, gubble!?"

I manage to touch the sheep with both hands, even though I feel painful eating the second shot.

It's been a while.

It's the supreme bearer in both hands.

My hands are filled with gifts from God, and I can tap into the full potential of what I've touched.

If that force also acts on sheep......

Even to sheep who no longer produce wool that is inherently very beneficial to people......

Moko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko ko

The hair grew with momentum as if to hear a phonetic sound that

My familiar mockingjay wool.