I’m a NEET but When I Went to Hello Work I Got Taken to Another World (LN)

Satti is obsessed with sewing. Exactly the day I remember, it's no longer like I was immersed in leaving me alone, but in my spare time, I'm fucking doing it. He also makes his own small wipe bags, handbags and aprons. I was offered something like a shirt, too. I also buy tools and cloths to use sometimes.

Satti makes excellent money. Even if I buy sewing tools, food, and a fairly expensive book of mine, I accumulate a little bit of money. I'm giving up my prey to earn experience. I seriously think I'll buy another slave, but I don't even want to ruin my current full life. Let's think about that one of these days.

One day, Satie's sewing skills were at level two. It's a good level to say another serving.

It's level, by the way.

Level 1 Level enough to take off a beginner. I can do the basics.

Level 2 General level. Enough to have a rank when it comes to martial arts. Housewife level cooking techniques in the home.

Level three veteran. Martial arts can teach in more than a couple of steps. The level at which you can have a store if you're cooking.

Level 4 top notch. I can even point to a national convention or something. If you cook, you can get level.

Top-notch with level 5 +.

Is it like this? 3 Then you can have time, but it's very tough around 4. 5 and so on are out of the question. It is such a frontier that even if you are talented and strive, you will not always be able to reach it.

One day, I said this when I praised Sati's bow arm.

"Um, sounds weird, but I think both the arm of this bow and the arm of the sword were given to me by Master Masal. Like they cured my eyes or gave me these strange, well-visible eyes. I was wondering if the bow arm would be the same..."

Wow. That's sloppy. Well, this is a gift from God. I'm not wrong.

I didn't particularly deny it then. I just stabbed the nail that I shouldn't tell anyone.

"Yes. I didn't tell anyone. For Angela and Tirica."

So Satti nodded with a serious face.

Forget that. It's that sewing has come to level two, and I wrote Sati a design for sailor clothes and asked her to show it to me. I'm going to pack it with colors, cloths to use, and fine designs while the two of us talk. The skirt is shorter! As much as I can see! I'd love to see a little navel up there too!

They showed a bit of difficulty but convinced me when I said something to wear only in the house. Hiccup.

Let's have them all made for us when we get it right. Then I wonder what they'll make next. Dreams flicker!!! So much so that I thought I would use my points for sewing already.

When I saw Satti in the prototype, I took Satti to the bedroom. Yeah, I couldn't stand it anymore.

The next day I took Satti off to get improvements done. And finally, the ideal sailor clothes are complete. I burst into tears. I have cat ears on my ideal sailor. You can't be happier! And I took Sati to my bedroom again and enjoyed myself. Hmmm, next up is an improvement on these pumpkin pants...

I didn't do anything either. Yes, curry and ramen, pizza reproduction.

In conclusion, Curry failed and Ramen worked. Is that where the pizza is?

Curry didn't really understand the spice, so I mixed it up with that kind of spice that seemed to have a strong smell, but something I didn't know how to do. And Satti ran away. I guess it was tough on a good nosed sati...... the mysterious substance was sealed forever with dirt magic digging deep holes in the garden.

It was easy when it came to ramen. I used to watch TV shows and other introductions to how to make them, so I tried that as I remembered, and I got some genuine bird glass soup ramen inside.

I'm not sure. Spread out birds from different worlds, wash them thoroughly and put them in the pan. Some vegetables, too. And then simmer even as I picked up the ac. I simmered it for about three hours and it was in decent soup. All you have to do is add salt and spice and you'll have ramen soup. The ramen noodles just turned into pasta. I hear ramen noodles use kanju, but what's kanju? It's a mystery how those yellowish noodles are made.

Ramen was well received. I am the only one who tops with vegetables, meat and boiled eggs and the noodles feel uncomfortable with pasta. Well, it was delicious.

The pudding was also improved slightly. The vanilla essence wasn't exactly available, but I remembered to put brandy in it. The taste improved when I had a little alcohol from the deputy guild manager.

And pizza. The pizza fabric was fine. I also had liquid bread yeast in this world, so I had it divided. I also made tomato sauce. I just didn't have any cheese.

I went to ask him if he even made cheese at the horse ranch, but it was the yogurt that came out. Cheese is something you can take from the stomach of a sheep? Do you need it? I have vague memories. That's why the pizza went cheeseless. I hope I tried the mayonnaise because it tasted pretty good.

But yogurt was a harvest. One more dessert. I like it a lot, even without sugar, but everyone would be happy to eat it if I did it with sugar and mango-like fruit, which I feel a little bad about.

Shall we make something ice-like next with horse milk and sugar?

This is how my diet improves slightly. But then I want rice. Rice.

Probably, but I think the rice is somewhere too. This world is too similar to Earth. There is about the same thing as the flora and fauna on the planet, and I only feel uncomfortable going to 800 houses or something like that would be exotic at best. I'm sure that's the kind of world that Ito God sent me from Earth.

There's the moon, and the sun is the same as you see on Earth. I've never seen the arrangement of the stars, but I don't know if it's the southern hemisphere. Looking at this planet from space, even if it looks like Earth, I'm not surprised. If so, I think maybe this is South America or the African continent. I found a few maps, but I wasn't even sure they were incomplete on one continent in this country.

I don't have time to be sure. The ruin of the world is near.

I'm forced to make room for more meal menus!

I also met with adventurers who healed their injuries when they were harpy.

They thanked me all the way, and then we all went for drinks from the morning. They ask about dead adventurers. Yeah, yeah. You were a good one. Good luck coming out of the country. What am I supposed to do when you ask me that! Damn. He'll kill me next time he's harpy! Crying like that, we gained momentum in the tavern. It would have been a good annoyance for someone in the tavern, but I guess he missed it because he didn't have many customers.

Satti was becoming very popular in the training grounds. As always, there are multiple instructors, but the adventurers who are coming to train have become more around Satti. I only do about the instructor because I hate interlocutors, but Sati is aggressive. You'll regret being hit by little kids, or mutually. I was able to wait for the order of the match.

Looking at it, he wins roughly 7,80%. Even though he lost occasionally and was scratched, he had immediate healing magic.

But what's scary is after this. When I pick up Satti, of course Satti comes running over to me happy. And everyone sees me in unison. Some people just normally look, but some of them are obviously willing to kill. I've actually been applied for matches. Of course I said no. Some people say noisy things like let's do it with real swords. I can't do it.

That's how I managed to escape from the adventurers, but one time Krook and Silver came along.

Be a little vigilant. Revenge will likely start before this if I find out that I climbed the adult stairs by myself, etc. I thought I'd run away but it was unnecessarily suspicious, so I waited for two adults to come.

"Hey."

"Masal! I heard you," Krook said.

Shit. Did you get it off me?!?

"What are you doing?"

"It worked when I was harpy, didn't it?"

Oh, that way. Horrified.

"Hmm, sort of. I was just in time. What were you guys doing?"

"He was out on a request."

"Good for you. That was pretty bad."

"I'm listening. Dead people, you've talked a little bit at the training ground..."

I get a little soggy.

We have to make sure we don't die.

"Well, we have Mr. Lazard, and if that guy is there, even the dragon will take him down."

"Why is that C-rank?

"Do you mean choosing a job? He didn't do much work."

"But now that I'm watching it, it looks like I'm doing pretty good."

"Yes. It's Mr. Leeds. Looks like we've been dating for quite some time."

Silver's a little upset. Haven't you blown it off yet?

"So you're working hard... what about the request? If you choose to be dangerous because you want a reward, it's bad."

"You're not putting Mr. Leeds at risk. The dragons paid well, and the escorts and all that light stuff."

"Well. So you don't really see it."

"That's it!

"That?"

"Mr. Lazard, he wanted to see Massal."

"You! No way..."

"No, no. That's just a joke. But we fought..."

"... you're not here today, are you?

……

……

"I'm getting away!

So when I tried to flip myself, I heard a voice.

"Huh. Running away from what?

"Uh."

It's you! Mr. Lazard......

"I've always wanted to see you, but it's a bad time inside."

No, I didn't want to see you. Seriously.

"You know what to do?

"Even if we drink together..."

"That's good, too, but if it's between men, it's still this," he puts his hands on the sword on his back.

"I did it with Krook and Silver. Didn't I? I'd love to have them, too."

I accidentally send my gaze to Krook and Silver but they shook my head in two. Damn. Still a friend!?

"No, I'm not dealing with Mr. Lazard. Really."

If you get slashed with that big sword on your back or something, you're dead!

"Oh, you know. I have business to attend to."

"Krook and Silver beat each other up in about a minute, didn't they? I won't let you."

"I was there. My stomach."

"You can use healing magic, right? Or what. You don't want to do it with me, do you?

Mr. Lazard begins to haunt the swordswallowing atmosphere. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Why is this guy so murderous!?

"Wooden Sword...... with Wooden Sword!

"Fine."

"What about magic...?

"Fine."

All right! Then we have a winner too. It's the end of the air hammer at the opening.

Pretend to prepare and harden on the wooden sword. And chant the golem creation before it begins. At the same time as we started, we had four golems and stopped, and it was an air hammer. I also thought about the opening Thunder, but I'm just going to be mad, so I stopped.

"Come whenever you want," said Lazard, who sets up his sword. I have the same one as my wooden sword, and I don't even have a shield.

Isn't that a little too licky? The Wizard's Scare, let him know!

"Make Golem!"

Four golems, about 1 m in size, are born above the earth and strike. I will approach Mr. Lazard later, too.

The golem attached to Mr. Lazard's leg. Mr. Lazard has no wind to worry about, he's looking at us. I had a slight bad feeling about it, but it releases the air hammer as per the operation.

Hit, when he thought so, Mr. Lazard slit a little sword-wielding air hammer. I didn't see it, but I did slit it.

Then the golem is swept away with two bodies and a sword. Wait a minute. It's a wooden sword! Golem isn't soft enough to do something with a wooden sword!?

And the golem that was swept away was turned to dust and sand. Is there a damaged golem?

"Like this? I got ahead of you."

Ha!? Not if you're watching. Quickly turn around to the side. The golem is still attached to two legs.

Shooting the air hammer is slashed from the diagonal back at the same time.

Mr. Lazard slashes the air hammer again when he kicks one of the golems. But that's your chance.

Wave your sword at once in time. I thought it might hit me around the shoulder. At that time, Mr. Lazard held me back and took it with his shoulder armor. Wooden swords are around the area close to the pattern and cause less damage.

Mr. Lazard grinned nigga. Shit!? A wooden sword flies from the left. Guard with a girdle shield, but your arms are about to lift to too much power, and your posture will collapse. What a force.

In a hurry take the distance. The last golem was also defeated and disappeared.

Mr. Lazard has no way of pursuing him and has an extra look. Shit, there's no way to prevent an air hammer or anything. What do we do? If we do it right, we won't win...

If this happens, I'll punch in some big magic while they can afford it.

[Thunder] The chant begins - that's when Mr. Lazard moved.

Come on. Take a blow with a wooden sword. If you don't put a lot of effort into it, the wooden sword is going to blow up. I can see it because the speed is not as good as that, Sergeant. But the weight of each blow is out of step. Every time I get decent, the shock sounds all over my body.

I can't even get away with trying to get away with it successfully.

When I realized it, I was cornered to the wall.

"That's good, that's good. It's a waste of a move to keep you a wizard."

I can make mistakes.

Chanting magic - distancing and slashing at the same time as activation. The aim is the leg. The dirt walls rise from beneath your feet, Mr. Lazard upsets your balance. Now we decide!

Looking out of balance, Mr. Lazard made a little jump, threw his sword away, and a shock ran over my body.

I was falling to the ground when I realized it. He was passed out. Guh. Hurt. This is definitely broken!

"Excuse me. Excuse me. I was in a bit of a hurry with the last one, and I meant it."

[Heel] [Heel] [Heel] [Heel]

Hmm. Finally calmed down. I'm so glad it's a wooden sword... if it's a real sword, it's two.

"It's terrible, Mr. Lazard. I thought I was going to die."

"Bad, bad. But it was a lot of fun. Let's not do it again."

No, that's enough......

"But I'm a little short on stuff. Hey, Krook, I'll deal with you silver!

"" Yes!?

Ha. Sounds good. You're dying, too.

"Don't worry. Unless you die, I will cure you with my restorative magic."

"Oh, good for you! I can think it through. Come on, get ready!

It was a little heartbreaking to see two people worn out by Mr. Lazard, who waves his sword mercilessly. I'm sorry I thought you were feeling good.

But I thought I was done treating the two of them.

"Okay, there's three of us next!

Even the three of us lost to the meltdown. Mr. Lazard would be too strong.

But I thought Silver was a little dependable. I hope you have a shield.