Demon Lord, Retry!

Visit to Tahara

After Madam took the line and led it to the hot springs, it was a terrible commotion.

A shower where water and hot water erupt with one switch in polished tiles, several tubs, enough hot air to cover one side, and bright water in color.

It's nothing more than "Taoyuan Township” in Ogami.

"What is this soap!?

"My hair... my hair is moisturizing...!

"Oh... this bubble water. I want it to melt like this..."

"Rock beds, baths... I've never seen anything like this..."

A line of stunning and twitching. And I can't stop rejoicing.

It can't stop.

This is the ideal place for all dreams to come true.

If you are a woman, everyone dreams once - nothing more than a "promised land”.

Madame explains to each of them with a smile and sometimes the female bunnies bring in luxurious water and juice with ice.

Although limited to an open-air bath, cold wines, ales, etc. were also offered there if desired, which had truly turned into a melting peach town for both body and mind.

(You guys can't run anymore...?

Madame grins as she soaks up her favorite herbal bath, Green Forest. Even so, that grin is not evil.

Either that or he has a childish smile that he really framed for a prank. It's worth a fortune just to know that there's such a dream facility in this world.

Well, they're first.

He will be proud of it, and he will boast that this is still around him, and he will hustle.

It is in their own interest to be among the nobles who prefer rare things, and to experience them first.

"I'm not going out of this water anymore... Huh!

"Me too, this electric bath...... haha!

This water will calm you down.

"Ma'am... I'd like to go in there too."

"Nah! This is mine!

Look at the noisy faces like a child and Madame blows it out unexpectedly.

Because I realized that if Luna hadn't been here myself, I would have been.

(Still, half a fold...)

Madame thinks...

That a palatative fee to this facility would probably be a far more awesome amount than you might imagine.

Why break it in half?

Madame still remembers hitting it on Tahara.

And those sleepy, loving eyes.

Usually it just looks full of gaps, dumb.

(Yoshi Tahara, you're a very scary man... and, yes - no man)

Madame sometimes thinks of it in a trembling mood.

That demon king's belly will kill mercilessly, no matter what opponent, if an order is given. That's even if you're an angel.

And - the blue light behind those eyes. The occasional peek “it” never bores a woman.

(Although boulders are no match for the colorful incense of that demon king...)

From a woman who has seen as many men as Madam, those two men are inhospitable. The dripping colour mixed with the danger of not knowing what to do if you take a step wrong, and its charm to the demonic was like magic.

Tahara's voice rises behind Madame's brain, surrounded by the scent of the forest.

"Half the time? Well, you know,“ buddies ”who eat the same profits. When you do, at least you're less at risk of getting stabbed from behind. Aren't you familiar with the miniatures around here?

You were right.

As long as it's about turning the wheels in each other's power, there's no fool to attack it. Because you're the one who loses money by doing that.

"Besides, it's not a bad thing that the dead money moves. If you don't spit it out while the top builds up, the economy will stop and die. All worlds, so you eat for it. Dimensions."

Dead gold, stopped economy.

A being that moves it like a fury, spreading gold and vitality to the people. In Madam's eyes, that's how the Demon King looks.

It is not, of course, her mistake, but from one side of the spectrum it actually is.

(I guess that demon king will eventually sweep this country, the continent...)

Madam has no objection to that.

Instead, I'm trying to hold it back with all my might.

How many times since her birth has she cursed her own body and prayed to an angel?

The wish never came true.

But reaching out to her like that and letting fate raise the "Scream of the Terminator” was still deeper than the pitch-black darkness - that demon king.

Remain in your ear, that deep voice comes back to life.

Welcome to My World.

Every time I remember that voice, paralysis runs across Madame's body.

That's awe of the unknown. But there was just a strange aftertaste that convinced me that it was that voice that would lead me everywhere.

(An angel to me is that demon king...)

The Demon King in the Heritage is told that he is a very horrible being.

But Lucifer, also known as Lucifer the Fallen Angel, supposedly teething to a great light in ancient times, was oddly the Demon King (Satan). That bold, invincible, hyperbolic appearance when you make all the words real weirdly overlaps with it.

Madame stings.

Indeed, that demon king would defy “heaven” as well. Instead of grabbing up the “heavens”, twisting them down on the earth, trying to subdue them?

(He is also an angel and a demon king. There's no way there's anybody else like this...)

Madame keeps her body in the water with that in her mind.

Madame was intoxicated by the sense that the scent of the forest quietly wrapped her whole body and she was in the woods while in the water.

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"Without this construction, it would have sucked."

"I don't make any money during the war..."

Tahara walks through the village in a hidden position.

There are many specialist carpenters and civil relationship people, but many of those employed as husbands are adventurers. Their skill and energy are simply suitable for hard work.

From the village, the wages payable to them are five large copper coins. It's delicious not risking your life and getting this much wage.

In particular, at least twice as much is paid for specialist carpenters eating on this road.

It was also natural that the amount paid was different from that of a person who was merely bragging about his power or a physical idiot and who had years of experience and refined his skills.

Rather than pursuing dreams, we gain experience and skill in a solid and authentic way. No matter where the world is, it doesn't change that it's a smart way of life.

Especially when adventurers dive in the labyrinth, there can be no one to dive alone, so all earnings are divided into numbers. Because of this, the results are terrible.

For example, if you team up 20 people to dive, the danger will be reduced, but if you try to make money, it's not like you can eat very much.

Therefore, they team up for two or four to dive into the labyrinth.

Because that's the best balance from "safety" and "making money". Many rookies die alone, and it's not uncommon to talk about a phrase or total annihilation that was challenged by a small number of people with disproportionate confidence due to an increase in rank.

"But I don't like the money here!

"Not at all. I live here."

"Can't you do the inn?

While listening to them, Tahara checks the work in detail.

He pays particular attention to the path on which the village is founded, laying fine cobblestones and carefully causing the magic to be done many times just in case it never breaks.

I am convinced that eventually the carriage will go back and forth without a pull.

(I need to increase the number of recurring carriages na...)

As the adventurers say, there are no lodgings in this village. Workers gather from the cities of Kanto and Yaho by running regular carriages.

They are, so to speak, a walking advertising tower, and in order to spread the word of mouth, they have to go back to the city.

They will return to the city and speak. A facility called Money and Water.

If you go to the village of Rabbi, you have work to do, you can eat it.

I don't know what it is, but there's a lot of work going on.

They would, at first glance, be frigid stories. But the story will change if it is the village of Rabbi where the work is being carried out and Luna, one of the Virgin, is the general director of the work.

It turns them into public goods and turns them into “public utilities."

Once upon a time, there were words such as Parent Hinomaru, but it could be called something of a nature close to it. No one and he could work safely.

(So, the rumored Virgin...)

When Tahara went to the bunnies' quarters, there was Luna standing on a crate and looking great. We are moving and changing fields into this compartment, but the soil is considerably more luxurious than before.

It uses soil that contains a lot of nutrients, named "Something Red Tea," not just soil. It is made with a mixture of fertilizers made by the Great Empire, so any crop will grow greatly.

(If it's true, I'd like to make all kinds of vegetables na...)

Cabbage and cucumber, aubergines and potatoes, radishes and onions. From Tahara, I want to make various crops and sell them to the market multilaterally, but the more I look at the market, the more carrots are out of the blue and expensive.

Sometimes it can only be successfully raised by bunnies, which is a completely exclusive market.

Given those, I have to decide that growing carrots is the most lucrative way to make money.

"Make it an elegant ginseng, my village deserves!

"... I don't think there's anything elegant about eating mon, Na"

"Come on! Don't come out of nowhere! You stalker!"

"Why do I have to stalk your daughter..."

Tahara lights a cigarette and looks like she's having fun farming her eyes on the bunnies.

We are now alternating between the group that carries out the farming work and the employees at the facility, but we were all going to listen to the appropriateness and personal wishes and have one of them work as a professional.

"It looks like the field could be further expanded. Na... it's a monster."

Smoky and Tahara say, spitting smoke.

Regardless of what you think, it is a good efficiency that I do not think is being done in small numbers.

It is not suitable for farming, etc.

(Rather the earth, I guess crops love bunnies better)

That sentiment comes to mind because Tahara has a body that is unquestioned and loved by firearms from all over the world. By the way, even “GAME," pointing a firearm at this man was a mistake. High Chance of Bullet Stuffing, Attack Empty.

Worst case scenario, a firearm that erupts and is equipped gets damaged.

It is, to say the least, the worst enemy, such as the inability to use a firearm, which is the main weapon. For some reason, it was highly popular with female players, but male players said, "Ciscon, let's get serious! Death!" he blamed.

"So... when is he coming back?"

"Hmm?"

"So! Oh, that's him, that's him!

"Oh, you mean the Secretary? Good for you lady, good for you..."

Shake your head like Tahara was frightened.

Yes, his boss was as hot as ever. Even in the original world, that demon king was probably a celebrity competing for one or two, even when viewed on an all-world scale.

The Demon King, the organizer and chief executive officer of GAME, was constantly seen by television. Sometimes, as a host of “GAME," it can be said that he was the monopoly on LCDs around the world.

It could be said that he was not a movie star or any other dimension, but a celebrity who gathered gaze from humans around the world.

Regardless, there was no longing for that gaze, though many were resentful.

From that point of view, it can be said that the proximities who were in the Night Castle were also celebrities. They were featured on television many times, and no one knew their faces.

Because astronomical bounty was set on their necks, and if they were defeated, instead of a lifetime, the Ten Rapporteurs could play and live in a world.

From Tahara, it's a level where you just look at people in this world who see themselves and don't react in any way, and you know that this is a different world.

(Surely the Secretary had an avid maniac...)

A group called NINE (Nine) was born to fanatically support the individual Kunai Berdou.

They wore various objects such as "IX", "9" and "NINE" on their hats and armbands and boasted of them.

"Doesn't your daughter mean she's one of the NINEs..."

"Nine??

"Whatever. I'll tell her you missed her."

"So, so, so who's missing you!? You don't have to come home!

"Ai"

Tahara stretched his legs further into the commoner compartment while not appropriately.