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

Shortly after leaving the guild, the store was located in a narrow alley from a wide street. And a bunch of giant bug dishes that pop into your eyes. But thanks to the help, shrimp and shellfish dishes were also mixed.

Is shrimp and shellfish the same category as bug dishes if you don't think you will see much? The shrimp had a lot of scissors and looked like a lobster or Zarigani relative. And like the other animals we see in this other world, it seems pretty huge and edible.

"Tirica, is this guy okay?

Martin, the real fake officer, is talking to the clerk. I asked him sneaky in the gap.

We were supposed to dine together for a breakdown, but the other guy was a real copycat. Clearly, it's extremely dangerous. Lies can be instantly dispersed, even if they are circumvented under appropriate pretexts.

Actually, the problem is, I'm so hungry, and I was planning on relaxing this afternoon when I reported to the guild.

"True and false officers don't lie, and they can basically be trusted. If you find out, just shut up and you'll probably be fine."

"Probably..."

"Martin is a little... there's a light spot"

Are you sure you're all right, that?

But the suspicion will deepen even if we are forced to flee here. Even for Tirica, there's no way I'm going to shut out all of my relationships with authentic officials I know in the future.

Normally, we just end up at a high level mayhem party, but it's because we know each other. Satti's growth convinced his surroundings that he was a genius. Although I used to deceive Ellie with that explanation, this guy is a real copycat and an old Tirica acquaintance. I don't think I can explain it well.

In the end, I can't tell you, I feel like I just have to push it through because it's a secret. Anyway, the gates and summoning magic must not yet be found out just that it is a blessing for the Apostle.

"So how long is it okay to talk to these people?

Martin cut out after being led to a private room, where drinks were transported, orders were placed, and the clerk left the room.

You want to see how much conversation you can have between true and false officials over there.

"I don't mind you talking to me like you do. This is the only place we can talk about it."

"You trust me a lot. So, Mr. Massal is the brave one?

"Buho."

He suddenly said that to me, so I accidentally blew out the water.

I knew you were a brave man.

"Chi, no!

"Different other kids? There are clerics and I thought that might be the case... then why is Tirica doing adventurers or something?

In the first place, the profession of a true or false official is a job that is highly paid, stable and highly respected by people. On top of that, those who were embedded in their eyes by rituals and became authentic officers will live as authentic officers for life. Come on, it's not good to be an adventurer.

That's what I'm at the party for as an adventurer. There are also clerics. The results are incredible. Maybe it's not strange to come to the idea of being a brave man.

I guess I had to do everything in the elves. It really helped that the story didn't get to the fort.

"Masaru is a brave candidate," Tirica replies.

"If you look at the results of the war, you can see Tirica getting in... but there are so many brave men and candidates out there."

Hundreds of years after the demon king was defeated. True brave men have never appeared since, but like self-proclaimed or candidate, they never stop.

"I'm not a self-proclaimed candidate."

"I'm telling you this, Tirica"

"If it's possible, that's enough."

"It's been telling me for a long time that if a brave man shows up, I'll definitely support him, but doesn't he seem willing to do that to himself?

"I don't care about that."

"Well, that's what my master convinced me of."

The food was carried while we were talking. Most dishes just serve what was lined up in stores, so it doesn't seem to take long. The giant shrimp I'm looking for is appropriately cut, but there's a whole one, and stretching the scissors is going to be a meter long.

The shrimp tail was packed full of puffiness, lightly salted and lightly flavored with tampons. Make sure you don't see too many bug dishes lined up at the table and stuffed shrimp. Delicious.

Looks like Martin decided to enjoy the food once he gave up pursuing it any further.

"Bug-loathing massals are rare."

"Because I had quite a bit of shrimp on our side. How's Anne? Delicious."

"Then just a little..."

Ann seems to be new to shrimp. Well, if you've never seen it before, it's bright red, with scissors and spines, and it feels very toxic. Tirica, of course, has tasted it and seems to like it a lot. He eats the scissors in a clumsy spoon. Neither Ellie nor Satti are particularly reluctant, and they seem to indulge in worm dishes.

"I've never even seen it on the market, but where can I take it?

Such a big, flashy ingredient, if you sell it, you can't miss it.

"Oh, well. They say he's in some swamp, but it's pretty remote. They rarely even come to the market. Why don't you just ask the owner here?

I heard good things. If I made fried shrimp with this guy, it would definitely taste good. Put on some tartar sauce. And a bowl of rice... is there any rice? You're just a tempura. Rice, I wonder if it's growing somewhere.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen the market here yet, and why don't we ask around next time? Perhaps you could ask the long-lived elves.

While I am silently tasting shrimp, there is a pounding and exchange of information between Tirica and Martin. It's mainly about the recent news of the two masters and people I don't know. It almost seemed like Martin was talking.

"So what brings you to being an adventurer?

"I almost got you married again"

"Come on, you just have to give up."

"I don't have a Loc"

"I was a candidate, too, wasn't I?

"... I knew it wasn't Loc"

"Is that it? Aren't we talking about Mr. Massal because he's a brave candidate?

"Married"

"Yeah? Didn't you run away from marriage?

"Married Massal"

"You're surprised... that heavily chosen tirica... and then you say you followed your husband, Mr. Massal, because he's married? But if that's the case, where's the brave candidate coming in?

"After marriage. We decided to be adventurers together because we thought Masaru might be a brave candidate."

"Why do you think he's a brave candidate? Sure, from what I've heard, magic seems immense, but that's why you're weak, and you're saying you're different."

"I can't talk"

"Of course I keep secrets."

…………

"Wait a minute... even the brave candidate has already told the truth house?

"Secrets"

"Really, well, that convinced your master, didn't it?

"It was explained to the Master as the third paragraph of the special note. True False House should be deceiving me properly."

The third paragraph of the special note should have been like, in a situation involving a trend in the world, where a genuine officer could move at the discretion of an individual or something.

"It's again... but if it weren't for you, would it have fallen inside the elves and become a battlefield here too?"

"Yes. I don't think my judgment is wrong. Even if Masaru is not a brave man, he works no better than that."

"And Tirica was a great fighter, too, huh? But Tirica's magic arm was supposed to be at an intermediate level."

"... has grown"

"You heard that earlier. How?

"Secrets"

"That's a lot of secrets."

"It's not good to be forced to pursue secrets"

"I get it. Don't stare, I won't ask any more. It's Tirica's decision that we need to keep it a secret, isn't it?

"Yes."

"Well, if Tirica decides so, I trust you... by the way, Angela, isn't there anything unusual about the Temple? For example, there's a trust."

"Uh, the..."

Suddenly she was told the story and Anne said it. My eyes are swimming...

"Oh? I just changed the subject."

"So it's classified information."

"What's the contents of the trust? When and where was it?

"Martin, you shouldn't"

"Is this Tirica's secret! Is that it? But if there was a temple, aren't you a real brave man?

"No, I didn't."

"Isn't the shrine about the brave?

"Martin!"

"But isn't this a pretty serious story? And yet you don't know the true and false house?

"I didn't."

"Are you holding information only in the temple"

"I don't even know the temple"

"... who was commissioned in the first place?

"I can't tell you"

"Right, you. Mr. Massal."

No, no, no, no, no, no. How do you know that?

"How do you know? I'm good at revealing people's secrets. [M] From what I've heard so far, the key is Mr. Massal, a brave candidate. Not a brave man, but a brave candidate. And that there was a temple."

What do I do, this...?

"Let's trade! I'll keep it a secret, will you let me wash it up?

Now I know why a true or false official is afraid. I will never eat with a true or false official again...

"But I want to live in peace. So much for farming, if you can."

I finished talking about the general area, and so I tied the story. I also got all the stories about the shrine and the blessing, but if you keep it a secret, it would be okay.

"You're boring, I got the power because of you. The treasure is rotten."

"Right! It's definitely a waste, Masal," Ellie said.

"Just being a farmer is a bit..."

"Let's be serious, Masal"

"I'd like to try farming a little bit."

Is that it? You have a bad reputation for living peacefully and safely... I don't think I can do that either.

"But protection? I'm so proud of you. I can't seem to."

It's unlikely that loyalty from this guy will exceed fifty.

"You really need to keep it a secret, don't you?

"Right. But we have to report it up there. Isn't that really a bad idea, Tirica?

"I hate Masaru"

"This is a trust that I personally received. You don't have to do that."

"Wouldn't you? The entrustment in the elf. I don't think it fits very personally."

"You told me you'd keep it a secret if I told you to wash up, didn't you?

"I told you. But, Mr. Massal, there's something we haven't talked about yet, is there?

It's my personal problem.

The rest of the story is about going back after twenty years and the ruin of the world. Of course I avoided talking around there, but this guy seems convinced he's hiding something.

"I don't want to tell you that I won't ask."

Martin looks so happy.

This guy... I'm starting to get angry.

"Besides, I thought you said Tirica was just here.

"That's what Tirica said, but I don't remember agreeing. Look, if you tell me everything, I won't do anything wrong."

Can you say the ruin of the world!

"Wouldn't it be easier for Mr. Massal to have all kinds of backups and stuff? Give me the total strength of the Hall of Truth and Temple. Of course, I will cooperate fully!

If you mean to cooperate, I want you to die here and now.

No, wait, wait, wait. If you think about it, why do you keep saying things like this? I don't have any muscles and I'm not armed. Magic is second-rate.

All right, let's bust it.

"Is the idea of self-defense here too?

"Yeah? Well, if you're about to get killed, fighting back won't be a sin for the most part."

"That's good"

If it's all exposed, you won't be able to live in peace. Even now he's supposed to be sneaking around, dying once in the elf. If they demand anything more, my chances of dying should increase dramatically. Unforgivable.

I can slow down the magic. Fire magic is bad indoors. The floor here is stone, and I wonder if it feels good to crush it all at once with dirt magic.

"What...?

"It's self-defense. Oh, guys. Step back behind me because it's dangerous."

"Hey, hey, Masal!?," he calls out to me in a hurry as Anne moves.

"Just look."

In a small indoor, the magic is dangerously increasing. I put in the magic that would have blown up at my leisure if the magic had been activated about this building.

Stop it before activation. Negotiate first.

"I think it's going to be self-defense. I feel like I'm gonna die when Mr. Martin breaks my secret."

"Well, that doesn't make any sense."

"Oops. You shouldn't make a scene or move. The magic is about to go wild."

Normally, the maintenance of magic just before activation can only be about elementary magic. It's hard to control, and while you're stopping it, magic leaks. But it's something I'm used to when it comes to controlling dirt magic, and I don't care how much magic leaks.

After I said it, I realized as soon as I found out it was a rampage or a lie, well, it's the same thing for both. If you can sense some magic, you know exactly what magical power is still about to activate in front of you.

"Isn't it just not tasty to lay hands on a true or false official?," says Ellie in the back.

"What do you think, Tirica?

"I told you it's not a good idea to force people to pursue their secrets. For once Martin better look into his painful eyes."

Permission granted. That would be a bad idea to kill, but there would be no choice but to threaten and hurt you.

"Me, when you get your hands on me, you won't shut up about the Hall of Truth!

"I claim self-defense"

"There's no way you're going through that! Even if I were a normal person, if I had my hands in this situation, Mr. Massal would have made a bad decision!

"That's it. For example, if Mr. Martin tries to force some royal opponent to reveal a secret, you can't complain about him being killed, can you? But I'm an adventurer and Mr. Martin's a real officer, so that's not a good idea, is it?

True False House is a supranational organization. Every organization, from the state to the private sector, benefits from it. If you turn to the enemy, you have enough power to make it disappear instantly if you're about a small country, and authentic officers are given status and privileges that are no different from nobility, even if they're out of the civilian population. If an adventurer hands on a genuine officer for no reason, I don't know how much, but it would surely be a felony.

"Oh, yeah. You know what I mean."

"But I am a courageous man entrusted to me. Tirica, which shoulder do you think the True and False House will have?

"Of course, brave man"

"Oh, that's..."

"The crime of threatening a brave man is heavy."

"I'm not going to threaten you..."

Is that not a threat? If you're doing it naturally, you're still poor quality.

"I'm not going to kill you either, but you might overdo it. My powers just made you hear enough, didn't they?

"True and false houses should tolerate one or so sacrifices for brave men."

Sacrifice... I'm just threatening, of course, but Tirica is scared that I can seriously kill her or something.

"Wow, I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry?

I'll release a little magic. That alone rocked the building for a moment or so, and it sounded giddy. Biscuit hives on the floor. I'll have to fix this later.

"Whoa, I almost activated magic by accident."

"Shh, I'm sorry"

"You don't look like you're sincerely apologizing, do you? You really think you're sorry about me?

I sit with my feet in my chair looking great, staring at Martin.

"Thought..."

"Gilty."

"Heh, you mean magically threatened and unpleasant? I really don't like this either. But you wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone to protect yourself, would you?

Of course it is just a threat, but this is also true without falsehood. That would pass on to a true and false official.

"is, I'm reflecting! I will never speak out on this matter."

"Not sincere enough, Martin"

To the unforgiving words of Tirica, Martin laid his head on the floor as he got off his chair and knelt on the floor, with a beautiful earthen seat. My hand is slightly different from the Japanese dugout form with the feeling of throwing it forward, but it is definitely dugout.

"Excuse me. I'm in too much shape. I will keep my secrets absolutely safe on this matter, so please only help me with my life..."

"What do you say, Tirica?

"I'm not lying"

I'll release them carefully so they don't activate the magic I was maintaining.

But that is the time. I spilled magic over the walls without people to make sure it wasn't dangerous, but the controls seemed a little sweet. Some of the walls are destroyed and collapsed raggedly. Maybe it was a little brittle with the release of the magic earlier.

Beyond the collapsed wall, the clerk who sees this one at the same time as what is going on and the guests of the full store.

That's how the true and false officers who remained grounded and me sitting great came close to being witnessed by many.

When I shut up and repaired the walls of the room, I freed Martin from the dugout, just in case he didn't tell Martin the secret again.

Thanks for listening. He wanted to get back to the center, Wang Capital, with a handle on it.

Martin lost his head like he'd easily uncovered my secret. He's good, but, well, it's always like this, so he was skipped to the edge. So he used me to plot his way back to the center.

If you found a brave man, it's certainly a big deal, but it would be Tirica who found him. Besides, what am I going to do with selling fights to the brave guys at heart? I'm sure that part doesn't work and eats something left transitional.

Well, it turned out to be a stunning show of dirt to everyone in a full store, so there's nothing bad you can do.

In front of the public, it is unprecedented that a true or false official would sit grounded on an adventurer, etc. Martin's reputation would be irreparably lost if the matter became public.

But it was not for a very short time that the wall was immediately repaired and seen, and it is possible that the outside world did not know what was happening. Though Martin looks like the end of the world.

"Look, cheer up. If you say anything, you just have to decide that you fell off the chair."

I don't care if they resent me too much, so I'll follow up.

"Oh, thank you......"

Martin thanked me and left the store to run away with a crying face.

"That was a bad case..."

"What are you talking about? I did it, not Massal."

The Grand Dungeon Publication is just unexpected.