A merchant guild built in the face of Wangdu Square.
I enjoy tea with the guild chief on the third floor of the guild chief's office, which is the top floor.
The topic is still about the truce with the Empire. It was finally signed today.
"This is the end of the war."
To my words, the guild leader snorts.
"In the meantime, to a lesser extent."
The Empire, once again, is concerned about it. Or a kingdom that has accumulated power, moves to reclaim the old territories.
In that case, it will be another war.
(I can't help that)
Truce in the drop, in the taking of territory. The border to be drawn is only tentative.
It can't be anything more constant than not due to terrain factors.
(But still)
The garden forest can stay like this, and the families can stay there.
And I'm still not tired of Wang Du's Hanayou Realm.
"Accommodation town between Landburn and Awok. Is that Imperial Territory?
This is where the Empire laid the line and I sniped in the old lady Old Lady.
He seemed to be putting a lot of effort into servicing it, so he wouldn't let it go.
"No, it will be returned there. Landburn is not the only one who belongs to the Empire."
Look at me with an unexpected look on my face, and the guild leader keeps on saying.
"Well, originally in Inn Town. It's just the extent to which houses are gathered on the plains. There's no use for it, except as an encroachment site."
The movement of people from Landburn and Awok will undoubtedly decrease, beyond becoming a different country.
Accommodation town itself, it may no longer be formed.
"A few days later, the people in the Imperial Delegation face the King's Capital. The Chancellor and the Knights will still be out of their minds for a while."
Unfortunately, playing with Cornell seems a little further.
This is how we spent our daylight hours changing the subject.
At the same time.
A building made of white marble and brick, built on the corner of Wangdu Pleasure Street.
An elderly man and a young woman were exchanging words in a back room, in a serious way.
The building is one of the three houses of the Wang capital, Jaanne.
And the two figures were the concierge of this store and the exploding bottom sister.
"I'm in trouble."
Explosion Bottom Sister takes a deep sigh.
The worried sigh of a beautiful woman around twenty reacts to a man's heart without having to be intentional.
If it was anything other than a concierge, I'm pretty sure I swallowed the saliva.
She has made it Jaanne's number one and is also a student attending the Royal School of Magic. It is a natural cheat with talent.
"But not something I can say no to"
The look on the concierge's face is also dark.
He just got back from the royal castle. What was ordered there was the hospitality of the Imperial delegation.
"There's only hope, they've nominated you."
It is a great honor to strive against a national guest.
Even if that's the empire that was at war until the other day.
(But Fumiko is the problem)
Explosion Bottom Sister thinks.
The one who has nominated himself is the Reaper.
"Even in the meantime, do you want me to take it?
The Sacred Capital is the temple of the God of Commerce.
In the service match held there, the explosion-bottomed sister is breaking the reaper.
World-renowned reaper. The explosion-bottomed sister who beat it became a huge celebrity.
"Thanks to Lord Reaper, both the store and you were very moist. I was wondering if I could do it with him for a little while."
To her, who became the man of the hour, an appointment arrived.
Naturally, the sales of the store also increased her income significantly.
Is it because you've become a celebrity, or the chips that customers leave behind are also expensive.
"Well, yeah,"
For her to attend the Royal School of Magic, that point is greatly appreciated.
Based on luxurious funds, equipment is available and valuable materials are purchased in large quantities.
And now, in a flattering environment, we're repeating experiments for papers.
"Ask Lord Reaper that he doesn't feel like taking revenge. I hear you disagree."
"Disagree?"
Nodding concierge.
"The other hope is to say, 'I want you to kill me.'"
Explosion Bottom Sister's eyes and mouth open wide.
"What is it, what is it?
"I don't know much about it either."
Concierge also shook his head left and right with a sinking look.
Even with his long experience, this was the first such hope.
"... Fine, I'll deal with them. I can't say no anyway. But think about what to do with them."
While I'm relieved that you took it, the concierge's mind doesn't clear.
Because I don't understand exactly what they want.
That's when a figure comes to mind.
(He might know.)
Someone who previously consulted me and showed me a brilliant solution.
As soon as he leaves the room with his seat, he arranges a golem carriage.
Then he rode it and drove the pleasure streets south.
(Hope you're here)
Outside the south of the pleasure district. To put it differently, the northern edge of downtown.
The concierge, who made the carriage stop there, goes up the stairs of the building in front of him.
And he knocked on the front door.
Returning from the Merchant Alliance, I sit at the root of a herbal tree.
And I enjoyed the conversation with my family, enjoying the landscape of the garden forest.
"Mr. O'Geek."
As always, Imosuke tells us from above the branches.
We cut and rose the subject of the turtle that was thriving.
I don't think so.
I rubbed Mr. Cool's chest the other day. Was it broken?
No, it's nothing. That's not a big deal.
Surprised, I headed to the front door.
"Suddenly today, what's wrong?
I'm on my doorstep, and I raise my voice to surprise.
Without further ado, Jayanne's concierge came.
"We're out of time"
An elderly gentleman bows his head.
I went up to the concierge and prepared two coffees.
"Since the first commotion."
Concierge snorts at my words.
I'm eager for the first thing. Not much, Mr. Cool quit the store and made a scene, and the concierge came to me to talk to him.
He managed to fit in, and Mr. Cool is still taking customers in the store while limiting his first items.
"Sorry for all the consultation"
Something went wrong this time.
I opened a concierge souvenir, took two luxurious shortcakes out of it, put them on a plate and put them in front of each other.
I see. That's what happened.
I asked how it was, and I answered with a cake. It is my fashion to attack the foundations without dropping to the limit.
(Reaper named your sister after the explosion)
It is impossible.
Big reversal from Setouchi. And he was slapped thoroughly and sunk into the sea of pleasure.
Body and mind exploded, bottom. No wonder I captivated your sister.
The phrase "I just want you to kill me" is the problem.
(Probably woke up to mazohism)
I don't know.
Defeat without skin blossomed something of Reaper.
I don't have that hobby, but it won't be unusual.
(I can't describe my feelings well, maybe that's how I put it)
But there, questions arise.
Concierge in front of you is a pro on this road. Besides, it's superb.
You can't possibly be unaware of something that even comes to my mind.
(Maybe not common in this world?
Think of that possibility and search your brain for past whorehouses, conversations with Cornell and regular people, and information magazine articles.
And we got to shocking facts.
(... none. There is no SM play in this world. At least not to the best of my knowledge)
Even the closest thing, the pony girl in the Holy Capital.
It brings back memories of slapping your wife with a whip while cursing her in front of her husband.
But that one is similar but slightly different in direction.
I saw people on horses, closer to saying costume play.
(Are you saying that the culture of this world has not yet reached its territory?)
This world where the work of hissing the spring is a legal and popular position.
For this reason, did not the refracted preferences that emerge from the darkness of the mind develop?
(Possible)
I snort.
(Then now is the time to help my knowledge cheats)
Put your arms together and close your eyes, letting your consciousness dive into deep thoughts.
Great forefathers of the original world. Think back to the place and look for what's right for you.
(It's the first step. I don't need anything hard)
And from the depths of thought, it slowly surfaces.
(Got the answer)
I diligently open my eyes and gaze at one and the concierge.
"So my thoughts, can you listen?
The concierge rings his throat once and takes the notebook and pen out of his chest pocket.
And then he gestured slightly toward the table and waited for my words.
Far north of the king's capital, the land of the border.
One wagon was following the streets leading to the Nicea Cassia Country.
The cobblestone rolling wheel makes a noise.
Only one young merchant sits at your table. He was holding onto the compass of a small golem horse, while he was in awe of things.
He won't tell me.
A blurry, seemingly soft young man to hit.
What was on his head was the mysterious pharmacist residing in Wangdu.
Stably manufacture high rank potions, and there is no variation in their quality.
It is a known presence among merchants handling potions.
So far, its handling was monopolized by the Merchant Guild headquarters in Wangdu.
(I wonder why not)
He sought information from the Merchant Guild in an attempt to trade directly with the pharmacist and was denied it.
(Aren't merchant guilds meant to support merchants? It's weird that you won't tell me)
After being turned down, what he headed for was a workshop that was considered the best in the kingdom.
He is a professor at the Royal School of Magic, a workshop for Termanologists.
Had Tauro heard the name, he would have remembered that he had just come to the king's capital.
A C-rank injury medicine that emits light that is pale and red.
Wanting to show it off, he is a curved, magnificent skinny man with a mouth who deliberately brought it to the general buying reception.
(I wonder if it was a holiday)
I was going to buy it, but my disciples drove me away in front of the gate.
In the end, only F-rank potions sold in the alley were available for purchase in Wangdu.
(After all, Wangdu is amazing)
Even such items sold well in the towns and villages where they were going.
Thanks to the fact that Wang Du was beginning to be known as a quality potion region.
(If I'd gotten that potion now, I'd have made a lot of money)
Drop your shoulders thinking about profits you couldn't handle.
The Golem carriage proceeded under the rising sun to heaven while such a lord took his reins.
(That?)
Walking down the street, looking like one old man.
Seeing it, youth feel uncomfortable.
(Where do you come from, where do you go?
I think so, but as far as I can see, there are no private houses around. The appearance of moving around such a place on foot was clearly unusual.
"What's wrong with you? Grandpa."
A tall, nasty old man dressed in a dirty little outfit.
Clothes like midwinter, even though the season says it's early summer. The cape I held beside me was still a winter.
Turn your face to the voice of the youth. The eyes are slightly lying.
"Ride? I don't care if you get to the next town."
Regardless of his power as a merchant, he was a good man of men.
It smells like sweat with a curved nose, which I don't think has been bathed for a long time. Don't worry about it, let it sit next to you.
"What's your name?
The young man hears, but the old man cannot answer.
Repeating the question several times, the youth enlightens.
He had not lost his wisdom, but seemed to have lost his memory.
"Next time, I'll give you a ride to Nicea Cassia. Let's ask the people of the country."
I feel sorry for the young man, I suggest so.
He is, by the way, neither a national nor anything of the Niceacasian nation.
The country can do something about it. I just thought so.
And the next day, the old man was handed over to the guards of the Niceacasian nation.
"Bye, Grandpa. Be well."
A young man who smiles and waves and an old man who looks back.
The fat captain standing beside him looked very annoying.
(Well, we have to work hard)
In the mansion of the great aristocracy, servants working in dwellings. He was born as that son.
Nor did the ravages of the world come into the walls, but grew up relaxed in a calm environment.
But at one point, things turn sharp.
The employer's house was destroyed and everyone stopped hiring.
I'll take care of it.
parents who are denied income and anxious.
Having persuaded the two of them, he began to do business with the money he had deposited.
I have to earn money and send my parents back to the country.
(If I do business, I'm supposed to get more money)
That's what I was thinking, but I'm not profitable enough.
The funds kept melting.
(If it stays like this, it's no good)
I just haven't been able to sleep lately.
On the bed of the inn. Spend that time in the dark, that time. I don't like it even for him.
(I guess if we go to the next town, we'll figure it out)
Shake your head, shake off your weakness. And we started our business journey again.