Entering a Company From Another World!?

It is not the bottom line that determines whether this project succeeds or not, but the existence of positions to confirm the existence of results.

Tester's Spirit Contract Project, which has a schedule and is in trouble, is shaking between continuing and stopping.

The person below presents enough information to influence the decision, and then becomes a field and a mountain.

I have no choice but to rely on my superior judgment.

In this world where there is only a moonlight, the word "midnight" may not be appropriate, but the inhabitants of this world also sleep.

There is certainly a quiet time for residents to sleep.

"I see."

"Yes, I'm worried about my recent troubled constitution. I'm so relieved that Mr. Moyle is safe and honest."

"What, because there are powerful spirits in this world, it's immortal."

"As much as you can count on."

It doesn't change in the spirit world.

The rainbow-coloured sky now enchants me with a splendid Milky Way, giving spirits a moment's peace of mind.

Some of the spirits in this time zone are active, so it's never quiet.

Still, it is a relaxed and peaceful landscape.

In the Spirit Forest and the village, while the dark elves chased by the aftertreatment were running around, I came to pick up Mr. Muir, who was still in the Spirit Realm.

When Mr. Valls sent me to the base of this incident due to the transfer, I thought I would be waiting for you without knowing anything because I acted without saying anything, so I rushed here.

"Oh, it was faster than my son-in-law thought."

He laid down his fishing line in the spring, and saw him enjoying fishing at night and the seven rings beside him, making him think that he did not have to hurry.

It was a sigh, an explanation of the current situation, and an opening conversation.

"Haha, because when you get used to it, there's no more comfortable space than here."

Of course.

There are about two fine fish in the bucket that appear to be fat in the side. I wonder whether it doesn't matter if there are creatures other than spirits in the spiritual world, but I have trouble judging whether I should be surprised or not by the generous person in front of me who is setting the environment for enjoying survival life.

"I'll treat my son-in-law later. Well, if that's the situation out there, huh, wouldn't it be if you were hanging a fishing line here at ease? Hurry back to the village?"

"It would be helpful if you did that."

Did you notice such a gaze? After Mr. Moyle showed me a smile that was tricky and wicked, he said he would feed me fish along with a quick drinking technique.

I repeat the implications and honesty that accompanied it, and I help Moyle get cleaned up.

If there are two men, and one of them is familiar with living in the spirit world, it will be done quickly.

However, the time zone and time zone do not mean that the spirit of the means of movement can be called immediately, and the minimum equipment necessary to reveal the night is left.

I'm going to camp out tonight and go home the next morning.

Keep your backs in place with each other and close your eyelids to heal your tired body protected by the boundaries Ms Moyle stretched out.

I woke up a little before the sky shined rainbow-colored again and returned to my original position lightly in Horai, a taxi spirit like the whale that Mr. Moyle called.

With our feet, we aim to enter and exit the Spirit World, cross the fog, return to the House of Elders, and take our feet to the Piazza del Casa.

Originally, there were many people in the early morning, but this disturbance overlapped and people's movements were hasty.

While receiving some gaze, it seemed like she was heading along with Mr. Moyle to catch up on the person's flow from light errands.

"Hoaaaaaa!? Water!? Here you go, Miya-chan!?

It was a hall where a dog who lit his head on fire tore him apart.

"Yes, please wait a little longer"

Without saying that you are not in sight, such as a kaido, you can see the serious appearance of Kitami as you slowly swing your cat tease and try to turn your white kitten consciousness toward us.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Amy, I wonder if we can use the power of the Spirit like that.

Amelia is looking for someone to explain what she's doing, but she doesn't notice in the excitement that she's crying out for the wind of a small green animal like a squirrel and a cat divided by two.

Hmm?

Miu?

I usually look at a creature like Yatame, which is supposed to be noisy in the south, but when the opponent scratches the part like the neck, the south also scratches the neck, creating an anomalous glare state.

Looking for a victory in anticipation of the last barrier.

"Ah, Jiro, welcome back."

"Oh, I'm home. And I'm sorry, what are they doing?

A victory with a blue frog on my head welcomed me.

I'm glad to finally find someone to talk to, but I honestly don't know how to react to the parties showing a variety of behaviors.

Er, the spirit who helped in the forest, Kaido Senpai and Kitamigu were about to contract, and Amelia and the south are going to exchange because the contract is over, right? I'm trying to get closer. "

"I see, they seem to be fulfilling their purpose in such a turmoil."

Is the former a group that has not made a contract, and the latter a group that has made a contract?

The hall, which was somehow stripped of its head, is once again confronted by a red dog shaking near its head.

Kaido's hands are gripped like dried meat, so I'm trying to distract myself, but it doesn't seem to make much sense in front of the excited spirits.

The people in Kitami are probably using cat jerks because they look like cats, but the other party is vigilant because they have more intelligence than spirits and cats.

But it also seems as confused as its vigilance.

I have no choice but to smile at the two of you who are wrong about the direction of your efforts.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho, it's good to treat spirits honestly. You and your girlfriend seem to be made, but when you grow up, you can't be honest. [M] Well, I don't think those two will have a problem waiting for a while."

I'm curious about how Victor made the deal, but it's about him, so I guess he made the deal.

Looking at the frog spirits with the same serious expression as him, I can see the sight that a contract could be made just by exchanging two or three words.

This will be the case with similar people.

In the case of Amelia, he must have been innocent.

It truly embodies Muir's words and pushes the atmosphere of playing with him forward.

Even now, the Spirit is flying around with his body as an athletic substitute, his arms, his head, his legs and so on, and he stands upside down in the application of dance.

"It's not that girl that's unusual. I am trying to see the essence of the spirits, but there is no discomfort color on the spiritual side. It's unusual. It's also unusual for a cloud spirit to make a deal with someone else."

"In the south, you might be curious, but it's more important to touch spirits than that."

In the south, there is a fantasy she was after.

There is Fushi, who is still young in spiritual age, but I am not excited about its existence.

I don't know how the Spirit took the emotion of combining curiosity and favor, but at least that's what it means to be able to make a contract.

If you're talking about mental age, Kaido is also like that, but in his case, he's not dealing with spirits, but with normal dogs, so I guess he's buying anger and making a deal.

If only that could be improved, we would be able to contract lightly.

I think my junior should be walking straight ahead.

In the case of Kitami, I saw that the original seriousness was empty, but if it meshed well, there would be no problem.

I say somehow, but unlike the testers around me, I have secured the spirit of purpose.

We must evaluate that point.

"I heard about the situation from the Superintendent's unit, but I didn't expect to summarize it in this way. I can't believe Amelia."

"I thought I had to."

"Don't worry, I'm not blaming you."

I was given an explanation of how this happened before I went to pick up Mr. Moyle.

But it sounded like I was wrong, blaming Amelia for her dictatorship.

Correct that, but my face will have a grin.

The corrected words contained a slight astonishment, but I thought that the astonishment was similar to myself.

It's hard to blame Amelia for what she heard in the report and for the party that supported it, if you think you're influencing it.

"In the meantime, I can make sure you're okay, so let's just say it's okay. Also, I told the other testers, but as soon as the safety is confirmed, the project is to be resumed. You seem to have achieved your goal, so maybe you can turn around to help people in places they don't have enough hands to help, so just tell the others to take a few days off."

"Okay."

When I returned to the village to change the story, I conveyed the message of the soldiers who were in the Presbyterian Hall. I said nothing more about Amelia's behavior. I spilled a bitter smile at the heartless people who did not look at me and moved on to the next plan.

"You're such a fun companion."

"Don't make fun of me."

Mr. Moyle talked to me laughing at me when I walked out to win the message.

"Until I tell you the truth. Don't take care of those people."

"Okay."

Um, be honest with me.

I don't talk about it because of the illumination, but I'm glad my friends praise it.

With such a floating mood in her chest, she walks in the village with Mr. Moyle.

Then you reach a military facility guarded by Dark Elf soldiers in the back corner of the country.

The gate slowly opened as soon as I checked on Muil and I, either because we were talking in advance.

Well, that's all I'm feeling.

Drive out the mood of rest and switch to thinking for work.

Follow the soldiers' lead through the facility and descend a long staircase through the trunk of the tree.

Down the wooden staircase illuminated by the Spirit lies the bottom of the ground, essentially the basement.

That's where we're going.

"Oh, you're here."

It's too late.

It's getting late.

I kept you waiting.

This is the dungeon.

It is a special prison where sinners are held for particularly serious crimes.

Spirit-based surveillance networks outperform modern security.

There were Kelly and Nostalfel in one of the rooms of the facility.

And over the grid is the tester I caught.

"Did you find anything?

"Nothing. He erased the evidence."

"I've lost all of this human information. I wonder if it's really the tester I signed up for."

You must have checked the man sitting still in the gym in one corner of the prison.

All I found was that there was nothing to prove his identity, and the man in front of me was nameless Gonbei.

Even though it was a brief investigation, Kelly shook her neck to the side rather than lifting her arms, and Nostalfel had no choice but to meditate and sigh.

Perhaps they've been investigating me and the Commander's unit ever since they got back.

I can see the colour of fatigue in the women who have been up all night.

"What am I supposed to do if the conversation doesn't work out?"

"When we talked, we didn't answer anything, we just looked at the right hand all the time."

"The right hand means the Magic Sword is involved, right?

"Yeah, that's what it looks like. One broken magic sword and one broken cage. Honestly, this is the only clue. But that information will be coming in for a while. You won't be able to finish the project in time, so you'll get the report when you get back."

"My teeth are itchy, but that's all I can do. I am now meeting with Evia's men to discuss escorting this man to HQ."

"In that case, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, our burden will be relieved. Instead, when we get back, the three of us here will be waiting in hell for the report."

"I'll be ready."

Until we resume planning for the Spirit Contract, it will mean that the two hands in front of us are free.

Until then, it was just a vacation.

I'm so tired of signing a contract with me.

I was hoping to get some rest here.

"Mr. Moyle, do you have anything to worry about? I've been watching it quietly for a while now."

"What, I was just watching what the man who caused this commotion looked like."

"What's your rating?

It's not a token. Be careful, my son-in-law, this case may not be over yet. "

The words Muir left sounded disgusting and stayed in her ears.

One word today.

When the end is cloudy, the anxiety will remain.

I find it hard to do my job perfectly.