west edge of Wangdu Central Square.
A shadow of the building, created by the summer sun. There was a young man sitting in it with his knees in his arms.
"Not good."
A blurry, seemingly soft young man to hit.
He looks flattered, staring at the building on the other side of the square.
That's the headquarters of the Merchant Guild.
Earlier, he returned his F-rank merchant credentials.
What's in your hand is a single letter. It was given to me by the Alliance staff when I left.
My parents sent it to him.
I know what you're talking about.
I haven't cut the seal yet. Let the letter hang out as you sigh.
(How did this happen?)
A turning point in his life. It ends in the destruction of a great nobleman.
A servant working in a grand aristocratic mansion, he was born as his son.
Until recently, with my parents, I lived and worked in the mansion.
(I don't know, it feels like it used to be awful. It was only a few months ago.
In my dark eyes are the days I was happy now that I think about it.
Reminds me of the time, feeling unmistakable.
"Good luck."
When he leaves the mansion with you, he sees and interprets the guards.
"Good luck"
The guard also smiles back and greets him.
The reason is that he is a servant of the great nobility. Guards who do not want to rub with the grand aristocracy treat him politely, whether he is a young man like him.
Keep walking south to the mall.
"Excuse me. I want eight good spots of finned meat in a big block, delivered by evening."
Arrive at the butcher you are looking for and place an order.
The store's father smiled, but looked sorry for him.
"I'm sorry you had to come all this way."
"No, because there are other places to go around. Never mind."
My father and I are familiar.
Because every day I ask you to come to the mansion and show yourself. He came today because of a sudden appointment.
They're inviting quite a few tomorrow night.
When he leaves the butcher's shop, he leaves the liquor store in the eight hundred houses.
Every store was treated as a customer. But there is no change in his mind. I take it for granted.
Because from the very beginning, this is what happened.
"Well, thank you very much."
Leave the last store and head to the confectionery shop. And I arrived on my way back to the mansion.
Report back to the butler. The top of this mansion's servant, whose grey hair is tightly cemented with oil.
I hope that one day this will happen to me too, an admirable position.
"Yes, souvenirs"
On the way to the courtyard, find the childhood tame you were cleaning in the hallway and shake the box of shoe cream to the left and right.
The girl, with her face down, rushed towards her with one hand.
"Well, let's make it tea. Get ready."
Occupy one of the tables out in the courtyard and start making treats with tea.
"Weren't you at work?
"It's okay. Preparation for our customers starts tomorrow afternoon. That's why we have time today."
I heard him, too, I know that.
Basically, noble mansions can afford to be manned.
Events all year round, big events, and their preparation and clean-up are busy. But other than that, I'm quite free.
In fact, he spends many times more time talking to his coworkers than he does working, such as his mother.
"Who's here?
Childhood taming looks up as if trying to remember. But I couldn't see those eyes because my forehead was stretched out enough for my eyes to hide.
He shifts his forehead to the side with his fingers.
"Hey!"
"Okay, you should see more faces."
"I care, you know"
Childhood tampering is a lot of bluff. He wants to hide it, and he's stretching his forehead.
I don't care.
Something else is bothering me, such as the fact that I have no breasts at all.
Everything is preferable as far as he is concerned, but when he speaks of it, he thinks he's been teased.
Seriously, I get angry, so I couldn't tell you.
"Looks like there's more to the Knights relationship. Senior pilots and former senior pilots."
She doesn't know that the upper middle and lower ranks were abolished in the Knights.
So when I say former senior pilot, I mean OB.
"Heh."
Knights. It's the most popular profession for men.
Get into a man-made golem that will be seventeen meters tall and fight with swords and magic. There is no excuse for many to admire.
"I don't know if I'll ever see you again."
"Uh yeah, good luck with that"
To a careless reply, childhood tampering speaks up.
I thought this time would last forever.
But six months later, abruptly, it ends.
One day I went home and my father was sitting on a difficult face and told me some shocking facts.
"This house has been destroyed."
My father was mainly good at carpentry work, such as repairing buildings and facilities.
The usual pleasant and reliable atmosphere is nowhere to be found.
He couldn't understand and listened back.
"I don't know why. But I can't do what His Majesty has decided or what we say."
Instead of bitter worms, the look on your face like you chewed up a poisonous worm.
I wasn't surprised, I didn't have a voice.
"I heard from the butler earlier. Maybe it's a mistake."
Hold down your son with his hand to brighten his expression and continue with the words.
"If the suspicions hung clear, there will be no more crushing. Until then, we will all protect this mansion. That's settled for now."
So I give my son a sharp glance.
"But that's only hope. Everyone just wants to believe that. It can't be the first time that a decision to take down is overridden."
Decide how to shake yourself.
To the weight of the word, I had to spit in silence and swallow.
Mansion without the Lord. Protect it with only the servant for the first few days.
The good news is, I still can't get it.
Conversely, inevitable problems arise.
"Not enough food"
Everyone looks at the chef's words with a dark expression.
Until now, all I had to do was order it for your information. Because they show their faces every day, there was no shortage.
But now, you don't look like you're alone.
"Well, I'll order it."
Hip light, he raises his hand.
Those around him shook their heads left and right, but they did not stop. There was no such thing as someone with an alternative.
(If you won't come, you just have to go this way)
The walls surrounding the noble mansion do not allow the public rough waves inside.
And he grew up in a sweet relationship with each other.
It's sweet on people, but I expect people to make it sweet. It was good to grow up in a bad way.
When you arrive at the mall, you walk through the door of a familiar butcher.
"Can I order?
But there, they ask me to pay them in cash, and I'm confused. It's never happened before.
"Can't you do that?
The store's father put his arms around the words and shook his neck left and right.
(Really, I wonder if it's the same person)
All he knows is a lover with a low back and a constant smile.
I've never seen such a tough look.
(When the suspicion clears, you're not allowed in or out. It's too late to apologize)
Imagine a vengeful future in your heart, lowering your drinks just a little bit.
Then I gave up shopping and headed to the next store.
However, both the next store and the next store are treated the same way.
In the end, I had to go back to the mansion with my bare hands.
"Was it still no good?"
The butler closes his eyes and exhales.
The maid length, who was nearby, struck his hand sharply twice and drew attention.
"If this happens, there's no other way to open a temporary whorehouse. Nice to meet you."
A long, skinny woman, thought to be in her mid-fifties.
The maids face each other anxiously in that hard voice.
One raised his voice.
"Can customers come to us or something?"
When it comes to whorehouses, the workplace that many women admire.
Workers are strictly selected and only those with excellent customer service skills can sit on the chicks.
In fact, some of the maids came here because they weren't hired at the whorehouse.
"I don't think we can compete with them."
One of them is just a servant, even though they slapped him into manners at the noble mansion.
Customer service on the bed was also experienced only about visitors to the mansion.
"You can be worried. But we have the added value of saying 'Made of noble mansions'. There will always be customers."
The maids feel some relief in the way I assure you.
"But that effect doesn't last forever. A month, this past month is the battle."
With a strong gaze, look around.
"In the meantime we shall make money and travel to our homeland. Are you sure?
The maids respond out loud.
Thus the servants were divided into those who touched the temporary whorehouse, those who returned to the locality with their hoardings, and those who paved the way on their own.
"I'll be a merchant."
He declares to his parents.
By the way, my parents had a lot to store up, so I decided to go back.
However, decades have passed since the departure of the homeland. It is by no means a land of its own.
"So hey, I need your ex. I'm sending you out of your money."
My son with both arms extended and palms pointed. Look at that, you two think a little.
Savings that can also be called trump cards. I'm afraid to put that out.
But they were still the parents of this son. I expect people to be sweet and sweet.
(Merchants and adventurers have guilds. I'm sure he'll take care of the young.)
Much better than an adventurer for less dangerous lives. If he had said he was going to be an adventurer, he would have forced me to take him home.
Thus he bought, with that money, a small golem carriage.
I paid the registration fee and became an F-rank merchant.
(Buy, carry, and sell goods)
He knows and practices what he needs to do.
But it doesn't go very well.
The margin of interest is thin and all my expenses pile up.
(After all, you can't sell the same thing as everyone else)
So I thought, flashed. There are products unique to Wang Du.
(Yes, potion! Only available here, there must have been something high ranked)
High rank potions are usually made by placing the name of the maker on the label of the bottle. The reason for this is credibility.
The D-rank potion has a high value, and some people shop once in a lifetime. Naturally, I can't do anything to try it out.
And what is required is performance in times of need. I also know that you want things from a well-known workshop.
(But recently, nobody's been sold.)
Nothing, it's not cheap either.
Those who could not buy the famous potion began reluctantly to do so.
(Looks like it's not bad quality, and whatever it is, it's quantity)
But the potion surprised the guests in a good way.
Quality is the finest of the D-ranks. The only complaint is that it doesn't say who made it.
'We will not reveal the name of the producer, but instead we have the guarantee of our guild'
If you answer that, I can't complain any more. Just shut up and buy again.
New visitors who have heard of their reputation. They're merchant guild counters, a little surprised.
"Are you still selling it?
Typically, rumored products sell out immediately. Their mood was 10% anticipation, 90% giving up, I didn't think I could buy it.
And I hear the reason, I round my eyes.
"D-rank potion regularly? And every week?"
A product whose supply was unstable due to its high rank. Though that's a few bottles, they say they're delivered weekly.
"Go to the King's Capital Merchant Alliance and you'll get the D-rank potion"
The information spread instantly and became one of Wang's specialties.
(If you buy the D-rank potion of Wangdu, you can sell it very high)
A young man stretches his legs to merchant guild headquarters, admiring his own thoughts.
(Let me know what workshop you're building)
I don't expect you to say no.
Because he is a member of the Kingdom Merchant Alliance. If you say so, you're inside.
In his opinion, 'normal', it's not strange that he answers with a map over a smile.
The reality, however, was different from his' normal '.
The man on the strong side who responded continued to reject him like a rising wall.
Something's wrong, Merchant Guild.
Lack of kindness to constituents. With such dissatisfaction, we head to the workshop of a known pharmacist because we have no choice.
But there they were driven away by their disciples in front of the gate.
(I'm sure he was away. You can't help it, can you?)
Having given up purchasing branded goods, he ends up purchasing junk potion in an outdoor store.
An outdoor store is like a store disappearing the next day. Naturally, there is no guarantee for the item.
For this reason, sales to the general public were strictly forbidden by the Merchant Alliance.
(Wow, that's cheap. Merchant credentials are helpful)
But he's a merchant, so to speak, F-rank. Not ordinary people.
I was seen as taking responsibility for myself and could buy it.
(Sounds like you could use a breather.)
Leaving the King's Capital, heading north.
In the towns and villages you go to, sell the junk potion you bought the dozen. Not a bad profit went up and I let my face down.
He hasn't noticed, but the quality of the potion sold out is the lowest or less.
But potions are commonly kept in medicine boxes just in case. It will be discovered some time after he leaves.
(After the potion, I don't have a good product)
The situation persists where they cannot be bought cheap and cannot be sold at high prices.
As a result, funding continued to decline, and recently, as opposed to purchasing goods, there appeared to be difficulties with the money to live in.
Trying to purchase the junk potion again in Wangdu, make the carriage move forward.
(Man, I'm back at last)
Though I managed to get to the King's Capital, it's completely obnoxious now.
No matter how inexpensive the potion is, it is impossible to purchase.
(All right, this is the time to be a merchant guild)
That's what I thought. He goes to the guild. And he complained about the distress and asked for a loan.
I'm sorry, but I can't lend it to you.
They say no lightly and round their eyes.
A new American merchant like myself is in trouble. What do you mean you can't lend it?
The Merchant Guild should have had a side of the Mutual Aid organization.
Don't help me now, when the hell are you going to support me?
He ate down, but the rep just shook his head left and right.
"This doesn't make sense that you're paying your dues. Let me stop being a merchant."
That's what I say, slap the guild card back.
The person in charge bows carefully and presses the card. And I put a few copper coins on the desk. Account balance.
There is no rush to pull back the bare gesture he expected.
"It's like abandoning the rush. There's no one who wants to be a merchant."
Even appealing to the last resort, he was ineffective.
When you take the copper coin, you leave the discard dialogue and leave the Merchant Alliance.
Though I piss off my shoulders and cross the square, I don't think I'm going.
That's why he was sitting in the shadow of the building.
(Ah)
I get a big sigh.
And I saw the letter in my hand.
I don't want to read it, but I can't keep it that way forever.
Cut the seal with a knife and start reading. The contents were as I imagined.
My parents, like him, really seem to have run out of money.
The phrase "to send a large emergency service" was spelled out in a pressing manner.
(I haven't sent it recently.)
In the beginning, it was done as promised. But it is also about cutting down the principal.
I can't send it anymore because I don't even have the funds to break it down.
I see the recent developments attached and feel even darker.
Although my father and mother went to work, they stopped immediately.
I wonder if you have a job in the country.
His thoughts are not correct. The cause is on my parents' side.
I spend more time chatting than I do at work overwhelmingly. My mother has been working that way for decades.
I couldn't get out of my habits and they refused to go anywhere.
(Build a house or something, you don't have much)
My father was primarily in charge of carpentry work.
My son didn't know, but only things that were going were simple, such as first aid repairs.
Additions, alterations and major repairs. All of them were ordered from craftsmen outside the mansion.
Therefore, the skill is the extent to which hair has grown in Sunday carpenters. In a full-scale construction site, it didn't work at all.
On the contrary, it has a strange habit from false knowledge, and from time to time it is reprimanded by younger people.
Finally, my father began to drink in the morning.
"I'm going to have to be an adventurer."
Now that I have returned my merchant credentials, I cannot purchase the product.
No, before that, even today's meal bill is suspicious.
Cut up, he's building the shadow he's in. He looked up at the boneless hall, which swept to the west side of the square.
It is an Adventurer's Guild.
(Do you want to come in)
sleigh and raised his hips from the cobblestone.
In the strong summer sun, the garden forest grass is shining.
Especially the herbal tree, whose green light makes my eyes sore.
"It's a good place after lunch."
I eat a summer vegetable curry in my living room and talk to myself.
The advent of the Spirit Beast of the water attribute, the Turtle, does not stop the fruitfulness of summer.
I desperately went around the neighborhood stalls as I processed.
When I finished distributing the harvest in the morning, I was eating a late lunch at the summer vegetable curry that I had received in return.
"Well, he says the turtle hung the save too, and he'll be fine"
The soil created by Dangolow with his soul.
Tortoise Waste Leakage Environmental Improvement Power poured into it, leading to the Great Harvest Festival.
So fruitful that it needs to be discarded, and the Imosques panic about this.
We all went out to the pond earlier and inspired the tortoise to become aware.
"Yeah, that black book when it comes to turtles. Want to read it?"
Severe exercise right after the meal is not good for your body.
I decided to take a short break before heading to the whorehouse.
Which one?
Large thick book with heavy weight. The fitting has a moist black skin. Nothing says the title or anything like that.
Turning the cover, there was a bright white page.
"Hmm?
Same next time, same next time. Moving on to about a dozen pages, the letters finally appear.
"What the fuck? This strange blank."
Moreover, unnatural margins are widely taken in the offering. A dozen lines down, it's suddenly beginning to be written.
Since then, fine letters have been written without gaps and surprisingly.
"My eyes hurt."
Turn the page and go, but nothing like illustrations or diagrams. It's just that letters line up.
"Can't read."
Face up, groan.
I have no idea. In the "General Official Language Ability of the People (D)" I received from the Stone Statue, I can't seem to fathom it.
"Stone statue?"
So I had something hooked to my heart, and I opened the book in my head for a long time.
An object given from a mysterious stone statue when it was transferred to this world.
A presence that I don't normally care about, but that I can clearly feel if I turn to consciousness.
"I knew it!"
I shouted unexpectedly.
The letters that were written there came after the second page of the book in my head. It was very similar to the mysterious letters written there.
"No, it's not anything like that. Some of them are exactly the same!
Excited, I jump out into the garden with my books in my hands.
And I asked Imosuke to call me a turtle.
"What does it say, this?
"Magic book?
"What's the language?
"Who wrote it?
I'm on the verge of asking questions early in the day.
It reaches the tortoise via Imoske and returns from Imoske to me again.
"Don't Know."
As a result, the answers were aggregated into one word.
"The content is unknown. I don't know what book it is. And what I had was a people who used to live on their backs"
It was this answer that I repeated the Q&A and eventually got.
And the people were magicians.
"Hmm."
Unfortunately, there's not much to harvest.
I keep my back in the herb tree and open the book over the claw.
I checked against the book in my head to see if I knew anything.
"No, there's a lot more characters."
The book in my head, after that second page.
It should have been blank when I first saw it. The next time I saw it, it was enough to fill that page.
And now, it's filled with letters over dozens of pages.
I just don't know what it means, I let it scare me.
"Is that it?"
Still looking at it, I notice the difference.
"Tortoise books are handwritten."
The book in my head is like a print. The same letters take the exact same shape.
But turtle books, they're a little different. It was clearly a handwritten letter.
"That means..."
The less intelligent consciousness is ample.
Still, when I thought hard, one possibility came to mind.
"I think you wrote it down. from other books or books in your own head."
I can't derive any other answer.
"Once, there was someone like me. You know what?"
I remember how strangely familiar he was when he transferred me.
No wonder it is.
I roared until evening that day.
"Enough! I don't know."
Eventually my head overheated, and that's how I scream and jump out to the pleasure zone.
The end of the century whorehouse is the way to go.
Once you have paid at the counter, push the heavy door open to the play area.
There stands a set that mimics the streets of the Wang capital.
(Look)
A stall selling magazines just around the corner. There, a seller woman was working on arranging the products.
Not a real seller, of course. He is an employee of the End of the Century Whorehouse.
"Hyah!"
Running out, I'm taking off my pants and jumping.
Probably on purpose. Seller pointing his ass at this one and working on foreboding. A thoughtful hug from behind it.
It makes a surprise scream, but you don't have to worry about it. This is the kind of shop we have here.
"Be quiet."
Mouth a classic line while holding your head against a cobblestone patterned carpet.
He slammed his skirt up with his other hand and slammed his underwear down in a folding motion.
Already the seller, ready. I break in with one breath.
(Ha, there it is)
It's not tough, but it's good again.
I use stress as a fuel to move around on my own. I don't care about them.
(This is the place)
A seller who was wiggling his ass hard. But only in the first place.
Gradually the movement slowed down and eventually stopped moving.
In the right place, I get my thoughts and turn into a wise man.
(Well, before that, in the shadow of a street set, there were people who were killing time)
That's the sage, and the memory reminds Clear too.
She was not properly developed and had incomplete circuits to rejoice in.
After being tuned by me, it became so popular that the guys ran in line and chased them.
(Going to see you in a while)
Maybe he's moving to a superior whorehouse.
But it doesn't matter. If we continue to play in the Wang capital, we will eventually meet face to face.
Seller still stuck. When I put the skirt down, I started walking in a whim.