Comfortable cross-world living with the strongest housing app

"Oh, my God, no more"

There's no other crow with three legs who can speak directly into my head.

If you return your voice annoyingly,

"Nothing in particular."

Damn it.

This one, this one. Oh.

"Is there a case going on? Or maybe it's just potato chips gone or something. Bye."

"I'm not interested in what's going on. So much so that the blonde was doing exactly as you instructed."

"Maruburg?

"I don't know what humans and goblins do."

"Then why did you bother contacting me?

"Is your head empty? I just said," I don't need anything in particular "!

"I'm not being honest at all."

'Did I say something?

"No, nothing"

"Quaaaaaa!"

I felt deaf even though it wasn't audio.

That fucking crow. Yeah.

"What's going on? Fuji?"

While holding the handle, Titania's worrying voice reaches her ear from behind where she was shaking one's head.

"Oh, no. I was wondering if Maluburg might be able to help the Goblins run their farm..."

"From Mr. Crow?

"Sort of. Did Titania get any messages from the crows, too?

"Yeah. I don't have anything. You can hear Mr. Crow in your head, can't you?

"Yeah. The crow is oh he's visible and thoughtful... but sometimes it's troublesome to just say something meaningful and not quite sure"

"I like Fuji, so I guess he's having fun and playing"

"Oh, yeah......"

Titania's opinions are out, maybe they're shooting at the target.

The crow came all the way out here with the keyword "goblin". I never thought of anything. Maybe you're having trouble?

"Rütier. Let's go home as far as possible without stopping by!

"Copy that!

Speaking out loud to Rütier running back, he also admitted louder than me.

Fortunately, I'm already on my way home.

Unlike going, you don't have to make your way home, and there's a twist.

We can go back as far as Somerkand at several times the speed.

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With a touch of anxiety, he arrived safely at Samarkand's home.

If I had come to the idea of a transceiver sooner, I would have regretted it on the road, but in the end I realize things would not have changed.

For some reason, "distance" is a simple problem.

I don't know how far away I'll get from being out of communication, but if it's from Somerkand to the "Graf" where Felix is lord, I won't get the radio first.

If you can use communications satellites, you can communicate wherever you are...

Once I've broken up with Rhutier and Mr. Sirokuma, I'm relaxing at my first home in a long time with Titania and Wagan.

I just used the loudspeaker to call Maluburg, so one of these days he or one of his men will be here.

"Fuji, I don't have any more tea, can I get you a cup of coffee?

Titania leaned her neck to the side just saying, "No, no, no, no."

"Yeah. I'll refill the tea."

"Yeah!"

Titania, who nodded back, starts moving the coffee maker with the tricks she's used to.

I think she's really well cared for.

It's been a long time since I've been home, and because of that, I don't have instant coffee. It takes a lot of work, but it's very expensive to make coffee.

"Fujichima. It's time for cookies to disappear."

"Thanks"

This is something I'm used to, and when it comes to tea time, tea treats and wagans are taking the initiative.

Don't forget to place your order.

While sitting on the couch, he releases the tablet and touches the screen.

Tea and cookies...... and then order potato chips too.

'There are no vacancies in the log capacity. Cancel order'

"Huh?"

There was a strange voice in the first message I saw.

Log... Log.

Indeed, all the reduced information, which has gained the history and golda of previous orders, is recorded as a message.

If this tablet is the same as the tablet I know, I can understand that the recording medium - the full capacity of the hard drive - will make it impossible to record any more.

But I am certain that this tablet is as separate from the tablet that is on Earth.

Regardless of all the cheat features, it's impossible on a global tablet that orders are seized to the extent that they can no longer be logged.

It simply ends without the log being saved.

"What's up?

Waggan, who was listening to my voice properly, called me out worried.

"Oh, no. The magic... wait a minute."

"Haven't you been using too much magic lately? You should get some rest."

Pong and a waggan slapped on the shoulder and one eye closed.

Right. Just in case, Magic...... should I check Gorda too?

Yeah. I didn't even have to see it.

Gorda, who should have used all that flashy, is barely diminishing.

After all, do I have to do something about the capacity of the log?

"Sorry, I'm gonna get some rest."

"Tell me if there's anything I can do! Don't worry if it's rice!

"I also have ingredients. I'll take a bath. I also dry the laundry. Get some rest."

Thank you for the two words, then cage one in his own room with the coffee Titania made for him.

If you keep roaring like this in the living room, it'll make you both nervous.

Sit in a chair in front of a stationery and serve a tablet with coffee in your mouth.

"Mmm. I can't tap anything but a housing app..."

I have a housing app installed somewhere on my hard drive and I can easily delete logs if I have a folder of housing apps......

Yeah, I can't even do it together.

There is no search window to use the search function, and it is impossible to enter characters in the first place.

As a temporary override, I wish I could also use the "defragment" feature to erase unwanted data fragments, but I can't. I can't even do this.

I know exactly how I can solve the capacity problem, but I don't have the means.

For example, adding features to allow you to view and delete log folders - I have no idea how to update my tablet, expand my hard drive capacity, etc.

"This guy's in trouble..."

Fortunately, just because the housing app is no longer available doesn't mean the city of Samarkand won't be functional any time soon.

But if there's a new problem with food anyway and we have to deal with it, there's nothing we can do about it.

Ahhh. I wonder what's going on.

"Panese!"

When I exhaled heavily, I could hear the usual swallowing pigeons from the balcony upstairs.

It was at a time like this that I felt a little saved by the mypace of the pigeon.

That fucking crow. You're worried about me for some reason, so be thankful... I thought I'd give you some potato chips, but now I can't. I'm sorry.

- Tips.

Hmm?

Someone's knocking on the window?

When I gave him my face, a three-legged crow was poking hard at the windowsill with his mouth.

You mean "open it quickly".

When I opened the window, the crow immediately dived into the room.

"What's going on? Shiatsu. The usual dumb face is still better."

Well, there's a lot going on.

When I shook my shoulders exaggerated like a wasp, the crow stuck my head at me if you cared.

It hurts.

This guy still looks like just a crow talking directly into my head, chanting the magic of getting rid of everyone's language walls... but you're a great magician.

Hmm?

Wait a minute.

Wasn't my way of thinking fundamentally wrong?