Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Waltz and Lucia succeeded in generating income, as planned, by selling iron ingots.

Was Waltz thinking of spending that 400,000 gold income on something at all...

Of course, I pour into gambling to double it - not that.

She had something to do.

That's right.

It is a restoration of the space control system to return to the original world.

To do this, I had to build a factory or something like a workshop somewhere in this world to produce parts in the tunnel......

Apparently she was thinking of making it into this village.

As a result, Waltz appeared to have taken Lucia to the owner of the liquor store where she had been shopping for evening sales.

I came to ask him if he had any good houses or anyone to mediate.

"Uh, shopkeeper? Can I have a word with you now?

"Whoa, ladies. How'd it go? Did you sell the iron?

"It's all coins, I got 400 sheets"

"............ what?

"No, so, it's 400 pieces for 1000 gold coins. What are you thinking? Those people......"

"With 1000 gold coins...... 400 sheets......? How much did you get..."

And, listening to Waltz, the shopkeeper gives a frightened look.

That was partly due to hearing about 'I received all the money in change'......

His own belief that the selling price of iron was not that high seemed to be one of the major reasons.

Note.

Since the value of one gold in this world is roughly equal to one yen in Japanese yen...

In other words, the waltzes may have gotten roughly 400,000 yen.

However, thick 1000 yen balls (?) All the time, but......

"Well... I'm a little unsure about the value, but I was wondering if it would be about food and rent for now,"

and waltz to the shopkeeper, who was solidifying with his hands on his hips, saying so.

Needless to say, about the paraphonics of that word.

Have you guessed that?

The shopkeeper replied to Waltz:

"If you're thinking of paying me for food or rent... you don't need it, do you? Anyway, as things stand, it's like the ladies are getting meat for free. Yet, if I tell you that even food and rent will be plentiful, you will be punished..."

"... okay?

"Uh... okay?

"Oh. Rather, as sorry as I am. If you want to change at dinner, don't hesitate to tell me, okay? Well, depending on the amount, huh?/(adj-na, adv-to) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

And the shopkeeper who says and laughs aloud.

In contrast to him like that, Waltz seems to have finally decided to cut to the point.

"Thank you. So... the store owner? Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something..."

"Hmm? What?

"Near here... Isn't there an empty house? In fact, I wanted to build a workshop as I proceeded with my iron refining work in earnest..."

"Well...... right. Sure, it would be cramped somehow, not as it is in the present room. By the way, how big do you need it?

"Right...... It doesn't have to be that big, some 4LDK, I'll modify it over here. Hopefully later...... it would be nice to be close to here (liquor store). It's easy to come and get dinner..."

"Hey... just hang in there. What do you mean," okay, no "?

"Uh, I'm sorry. Industry Terms (?). It's an abbreviation for an interval where there's four living rooms, one dining room, and one kitchen. Other than that, there's a bathroom and a bathroom, it feels like it. Oh, baths aren't compulsory, are they? If not, I'll make it..."

"Ha..."

4 Because the words returned from Waltz's mouth after asking what LDK was, were still incomprehensible words......

Just a shopkeeper who looked like he had to tilt his neck.

Then, after a small sigh, he introduced the Waltz to the property like this.

"I don't know if the ladies are up to their expectations... but the house across the street from this store is just open, right? If you like there, you can lend it. The rent is...... well, if you'll keep hunting demons like this, let's keep it for free. Of course, it comes with three meals."

"He said I could lend it... is it the owner's house?

and waltz asking if the natural question has come to mind, confused.

In contrast, the store owner uttered words neither Waltz nor Lucia had anticipated.

"Nah. I'm the village chief. I run the vacant house centrally, so there's nothing wrong with that, is there?

'.................. Huh?

The waltzes react suspiciously to their ears after listening to the store owner and a little while.

The shopkeeper, who saw it, asked the waltzes, often with a look on his face.

"Hmm? Could it be, ladies... you didn't know I was the village chief here? ♪ To

"" Ah, yes... "

"Well, I didn't say it either... Hey, I'm worried. The villagers here hardly ever call me” Mayor ”, do they?/(adv, adv-to) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk

And, together, the shopkeeper laughs somewhere happy to see the waltzes with a look of sorry.

Maybe it was like his, like, a payback of interest that the two of us had just amazed me so far.