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

My daughter-in-law seemed to have moved properly even as I was squeezed in by His Sergeant, and he had found a merchant army headed to Mr. Nania's village. I'm coming to the Adventurer Alliance today for that face-to-face meeting.

"Look, just walk tight."

Ann pissed me off when I fluttered. I don't know who it is, but why call it in the morning first. I'll be back around noon, but I'm still powerless.

"I haven't lost any special training damage. I want you to let me sleep for another five hours."

Special training for the Sergeant after sundown. After that, we'll eat dinner, take a proper bath, and we'll also need a daughter-in-law. That would make it quite late for bed. She's drained of strength, and she's having a really hard sleep deprivation.

"You can't have a contract without a leader. You said it more or less properly during yesterday. I'll put you back to sleep when I get home, so now walk tight."

Am I? I don't feel like I heard, but I thought I'd leave the carriage arrangements to you.

"For the most part, why do you have contracts or something? You're just gonna give me a ride, right?

"We negotiated. He said he'd escort you instead of a free fare."

"Are you going to be a night cop or something again? I was asleep the next day."

"No night police. I've decided to work only when the enemy arrives. That would be nice, wouldn't it?

"That's fine."

That's fine. So can I go home now? Seriously, I'm sleepy.

When I went to the conference room upstairs at Adventurer's Guild, several people were already waiting.

"Shit, I'm seriously sleepy. I think I'm gonna sleep."

I'll put my face closer to Ellie and say it sneaky.

"Good luck and stay awake. I'll do the talking. Masaru, nod."

"Okay. Briefly, please."

I feel desperate to fall asleep again when I settle in the chair. Sometimes Ellie kicks me, so I'll go with that. Yeah, I'll get a nod.

An old man with a beard face in the front is saying something to me. Should I just nod this too?

"Shall we go to the training ground?"

Training ground? What are you talking about? I still have time for my special training with the Sergeant.

"Look, stand up. Really already. Are you okay?

Ellie pulls my arm and stands up.

"Sleepy. Can I go home now?

"Could it have nodded appropriately?

"Yeah, yeah, I said nod, Ellie."

"Mr. Fabio wants to see Masaru's arm."

"Hmm?"

"You're gonna fight now, aren't you?

"By whom?

"Masaru."

"With whom?

"With Mr. Fabio"

"Who's Fabio?

"You must have been sitting in front of Massal."

"Oh, that mustache's"

"That's right. Are you all right?

"Sleepy"

"Come on, wake up!

I got slapped in the head. Anyway, the sleepy ones are sleepy.

The main ground is currently closed. So there were adventurers there in the subground, training every one of them. Already the bearded surface is warmed up with a wooden sword. The beard surface is about one head higher than mine. It also has muscles that correspond to a disappointing physique.

Looks strong, but I wonder if it's an intermediate class when I see how I wave my sword. Recently, although it is a big mess, I can tell whether it is strong or weak. I can't say it well, but strong people behave differently.

Satti gave me the wooden sword, so I take it. I do it with the iron sword with Lord Sergeant, so the wooden sword seems very light. I'm sorry if I ate this guy properly. He has the power.

The bearded surface nibbles and holds a sword. You have some kind of obnoxious beard. The point is, this guy's been selling fights. That's probably what I'm talking about. I must have been jealous that I had four daughters.

"You don't need protective equipment?

Yes, the beard surface asks. With that said, your clothes are everyday, and you haven't given out a shield. It's a hassle to wear protective equipment. Let's just put out the shield.

"This will do."

When I put out my shield, I walk over to the beard surface unconstructively.

"What's up? You're not gonna do it?

Reach out and I'll walk over to the distance you're about to reach, and I'll ask you that on the beard surface. Yawning. I didn't provoke you. I'm really sleepy.

"Let's go."

The bearded surface that stared at me hits me with his beard. You're working fine with your mind and your avoidance. I wonder why the attack of the Sergeant's lord is inevitable, thinking with the attack of his beard. It's a pretty sharp attack that's going to end with a blow if you eat decent, but it's not hard to read the movement.

"Damn. Just running away."

Right. It's time to attack this one. It's not going to end. Step in, and when you get a beard attack with a shield, I'll knock your beard helm with a knock on the counter. I'm going to accompany you tomorrow, and I can't let you get hurt.

But the beard continues to attack even more. Hey, mustache. If you're in action, you're dead now, right? Admit your defeat.

I have no choice but to strike my shoulders and torso equally mildly while attacking my beard again. This is what normal adventurers are like. Sergeant is too strong.

But the mustache seemed extra excited. Her face turned bright red and she stuck it even more. It's a bad thing about forever.

I'm getting tired of worshipping the beard surface, and I'm going to attack you hard on the neck. Not enough to fall, but my breath would have stuck. That's right. This stopped the mustache movement.

"Now you're dead four times. Do you really want to die next time?

I'll put my face close and tell you in Dos' dominant voice.

"Stay, stay."

My beard turned blue on my face and I finally admitted to losing. Oh, my God. Split in the first shot. This beard.

"Can I go home now?

I look back and ask Ellie behind me. Drowsiness struck me again after my presence.

"Fine, let's go home. Thank you very much, Mr. Fabio, tomorrow."

When I woke up from bed twice, it was about past noon. When I go to the dining room, Ellie and Anne are there to prepare my meal.

I said, "I didn't have one this morning."

"Really."

Ellie also agrees with Ann's statement.

"This morning?

"It's Mr. Fabio. After that, I apologized."

That's what Ann says. Fabio, is that it? Is that the beard?

"I wasn't listening to you at all, why were you supposed to compete?

Yes, I asked Anne. I don't remember anything about why that happened because I was half asleep.

"You must have been angry because of Massal's bad attitude. Half asleep and hardly listening."

Is that it? I was wondering if they fought and sold me, but maybe I'm bad...?

"I'm sorry about the massal."

"I'm sorry about the massal."

Wow, yabe. I'll make a proper apology when I see you tomorrow.

"Do so. That pasta, by the way. How does it taste?

"Delicious, isn't it?

Basically everything my daughter-in-law cooked is delicious. This week, the occasional Ellie failures that came out weren't as bad as the first, and the flavors were subtle but properly edible.

"I made it by myself."

I'll check the taste again. It's a pasta with tomato sauce, but it tastes normal with normal flavoring. Are you saying Ellie made this?

"It's delicious, this!

"You must be. You must be."

Looking at the menu, it has cooking skills LV1. You finally did it!

"I've had a hard time. Because I don't listen to you."

It seems Ellie will still try to cook the original dish. But when I asked him, he was trying to recreate some fancy dishes he'd eaten. Ann can't teach because home cooking is the main thing, and of course I can only cook Japanese food.

So when you try to cook a fine dish, you say it will be a piece full of originality that follows your sensibilities. I know what you want to do, but it's too reckless.

"Come on, Masal. As promised, they'll teach you a new fried chicken recipe!

You said that, too.

"Okay. Then why don't you try it? What's so different about the fried chicken recipe..."

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In the afternoon it is the last day of the beginners' workshop. The scene where Will's collar was removed made me cry a little when I remembered my time.

Will, who survived a week of boot camp, felt totally successful and rigorous. Though I feel like I've just lost my temper with intense training.

"I'm sorry, Will. Do this to me. You can resent me."

And I hope you won't leave me alone in the future.

"Brother, I, I... thank you."

"Ooh. Really?"

"I didn't know anything about my brother. The sword is strong and the magic is amazing, but on top of that, I can't believe I'm going to train you like that. I know exactly how sweet I am."

Don't remind me too much, though I'm relieved it's finally over. Just remembering makes me sweat a little nasty.

"I'm going to be stronger! Then this time I want you to be my brother's apprentice!

Haven't you given that up yet?

"In the meantime, I'm off on an expedition tomorrow morning. I'm not going back to my apartment."

"Huh? So what am I gonna do?

Were you going to be a pain in the ass after all?

"You can use it freely if you're a cabin in the garden. Do this one more time. Take care of yourself."

I'll give you a piece of gold. It's about 100,000 yen in Japanese yen.

"Good luck making money and I'll definitely give it back!

"That's a goodbye. You don't have to give it back."

You will endure rigorous training. I think you can give me this much.

"Brother..."

Will seems to be Gene, but a piece of gold or so is a piece of gold. Revenue from this round trip amounted to about three hundred gold coins. About 30 million yen in Japanese yen. I also got about fifty gold coins for my personal share. So I thought I'd buy a weapon that could withstand a magic sword, but unfortunately, fifty gold coins wasn't enough. So far, there's no use for money.

"Look, your people are waiting, come on"

I watched this one from where the trainees left off. I noticed that I saw you, and I'm going to bow my head.

"Bye, brother, take care"

"Oops, you don't have to die."

Looks like you've got company, and now you won't be so reckless.

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The next day, when we went to a little square next to the commercial guild, the meeting point, the merchants were already waiting. Apparently, our party is the last. There are five carriages in total with two heads on their feet. Lined in columns. There was still quite a load of luggage next to the rear carriage. Will it load now?

"Massal has what's loaded there. Carry your bags in the item box instead of having one of them reserved for you. You'd better take your time, wouldn't you?

I see, it certainly is. But I have more than one carriage, no matter what you think.

"This and this is for work. Little pennies."

The owner of the merchant squad, Mr. Norman, is present, checking one box at a time and storing it in the item box. This luggage is the end point, they should take it as far as Fort Garland.

"Hey, I'm really relieved you're having a B-rank party this time. Nice to meet you on the road."

The fort is about two weeks away. The journey does not pass through a determined street within the kingdom, but the danger increases as we approach the periphery. But I can't simply say that I'll increase my escorts because of the budget. Mr. Norman would be a hockey because he says that a B-rank party will accompany him there for free.

I look around to make an apology before I leave, but I don't see Mr. Fabio. I'm leaving soon, and I'm not supposed to be here.

Hanging out over the leading carriage, a few people were chatting and there was Mr. Fabio among them. As I approach to speak, Mr. Fabio suddenly walks away from me with Stasta looking busy. But I did see me now. Could it be avoided? Other party members don't even try to look at me.

"I went to apologize and something was avoided. Don't you have to apologize anymore?

I have no choice but to go back and report to Ellie and the others.

"You can't do that. We'll be traveling together for two weeks. You'd be in trouble if you were giddy. Come and apologize."

"Heh."

We don't have that much time before we leave, and we just need to capture it. You can get away with it if you normally come close, and it's a secret here. The position is captured by sign detection.

It floats on the carriage in a levitation while activating secrecy, as it threatens to be noticed just as closely as possible. Confirm Mr. Fabio from above and descend quietly in the rear. Just a little further away from the others for your convenience.

Beat Pong and Mr. Fabio on the shoulder.

"Hino."

Mr. Fabio, looking back, looked at me and screamed a small scream that pulled him off. I don't know. I'm here to apologize, and I think I surprised you. But if we don't do this, if we get away with it again, we'll be in trouble. Let's just finish apologizing.

"Uh, I'm sorry about yesterday. Neck, were you okay?

"Oh, no. I'm fine at all."

"Really? If it still hurts, you can use healing magic, and you can heal it."

When I said that and reached out, Mr. Fabio took a step back.

"That's okay. Because the clergyman healed me."

Did Ann do it for me? And why does this guy look at me like he's scared? Your presence must have been very subdued.

"I didn't sleep well yesterday. I had a bit of a bad attitude."

"No, no, this one was really bad for imitating like trying. Please, I want you to forgive me already."

Wasn't I the bad one?

"Oh, yeah? Then that's what I'm talking about. For the next two weeks, please."

I feel something different, but will this be okay for now?

The area around the carriage became rushed when I saw it. Looks like it's time to leave. Ann was waving at me to come over.

"Looks like we're leaving."

"Oh, yeah. We have to hurry!

With that said, Mr. Fabio walked to the carriage. What is it really, that?

As it turns out later, Mr. Fabio seemed to have heard rumors from somewhere about me like that about burning down the involved adventurer with fire magic, or about trampling a nobleman with a giant golem trying to get his hands on his wife. What a thug, that!