I Woke Up Piloting the Strongest Starship, so I Became a Space Mercenary

"It's a small freighter now. Even with a slightly smaller cargo load, you can sell as many ships as you want that are fast enough to travel between the planet's surface and trading colonies on their own. I can't stop laughing at all."

The end of the mouth naturally lifts as you look at the modified small transport vessel (ex-Space Bandit) that is being shipped out of the hanger with a fixed destination. No, really, I can't stop laughing.

The pieces pulled from the recovered wreckage are pushed into a relatively shallow frame, which also holds the armor pulled from the wreckage of the wreckage and raises an instant small transport vessel for sale on a trading colony.

Naturally, the ship's equipment is not in perfect condition, but if the distance between the trading colony and the surface is very short, there is no problem if there is a lowest class of life support equipment, and even if it is not loaded in the worst way, there is the possibility of wearing space clothing that corresponds to outboard activities. Well, I don't know what happened after I sold it.

"For reference, may I ask how much it sells?

Nia, a beauty with dark brown skin who was watching a ship being transported right next to me, asks. I opened my mouth as I remembered the price.

"Surely there are about 50,000 small ships and less than 100,000 medium-sized ships."

I sold out one small ship and one medium ship this time. Both focused on increasing speed and cargo space capacity, and were built to transport specifications.

"Other intact generators, shield generators, and other parts are in high demand. About 150,000 in total. Together, 300,000 Enel, 320,000 bounty for destroyed Space Bandits, and 620,000 Enel for this achievement."

In addition, 300,000 Enel a day is paid by the Earl of Darrenwald. I spent three days hunting space bandits this time, so I made another 1,520,000 with a plus of 900,000 energies.

If I distribute 10% of the proceeds from the sale of the ship and parts to Tina and Whiska, and 1% of the total reward to Mimi and 3% to Elma, then I'll get about 1.4 million Enel. The fraction is the cost of maintaining and operating the ship. The cost of berthing, the cost of food for all, the cost of waste disposal, and the cost of purchasing water and oxygen essential for survival.

"Hiro-san, will you feed me? I'm the type that does everything."

I'm on time.

I smiled at Nia and smiled at her as she glanced up at me with her burning scarlet eyes. I'm sure he's a beauty, but something inside me is whispering to him never to touch him.

"I'm sorry."

I shrugged my shoulders and quickly left. Well, I guess I'm not really serious either.

"But if you're with Hiro-san, it's going to be fun... aren't you really going to surround me? I'm sure it'll be fun.

Seriously, I'm on time.

I am absolutely sorry for any further trouble, even though the trouble will roll into my mouth rather than just thinking about it recently. Besides, it sounds like Nia is pregnant with something disturbing.

"I'm really sorry..."

Nia sighed sadly when she said so.

"I'm leaving tomorrow at 1300 colony standard time. Until then, it's free time, so let's stretch the feathers. I'll be out in three days."

"I see. Hiro, what are your plans?

"Until night. There is a private dinner party at night. I'm sorry, but it's personal, so I won't let you interview me."

"I'm interested in a private dinner party..."

"I just told you not to.

She smiles bitterly without thinking of Nia, who makes her eyes shine brightly again. This fluffiness is huge. Really.

While carrying the mechanic sister who was sleeping in the hanger of the black rotor to the room or helping Mimi who was working on ordering consumables, the appointment was getting closer, so the mechanic sister who was asleep like a dead person was beaten up, and the already-subtle Elma was punched into the simple medical pod, and then the black rotor was left behind.

May stayed in Black Lotus. She doesn't eat, and if Elma and I were together, we wouldn't need an escort. Instead, I'll finish the meal and come home to sweeten it up.

Yeah, it's sweet, I'm sweet. Something's wrong, but for her, it makes up for it. Sometimes I don't know if it's a maid or not.

Today's a dinner party with Chris.

"I couldn't talk to Roku at the previous celebration."

At that time, Chris was in a position to organize the meeting in the name of Count Darrenwald, and he was unable to speak much because of the eyes of other participants. This is not a party like that, but a dinner party to deepen a very personal relationship in a private room in a luxury shop.

"Now Chris is in a tough position, too. Hiro, do your best.

Though I'm going to do that.

"I don't know how hard it is for a nobleman to carry tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of lives even though he's so small."

"That's really true. I can't do it."

I think so too. I'm sure you've had a lot of education because of the nobility, but it's still under tremendous pressure to be responsible for the lives of tens of thousands of people and take overall command. I'll tell you everything today, even if you're so stupid.

I thought so.

"Please make it tighter."

"Ah, yeah...."

Chris, ahn

"Ah...."

"This is delicious too."

Enough, I somehow hugged Chris from behind on the cushion, and Mimi and Whiska were carrying pudding and cake around Chris's mouth. And the remaining two drinkers were drinking on the dishes.

"Looks like you're at your limit."

"I don't know. Well, do you think it's okay to have a sweet partner? My eyes are dead at first."

Chris arrived first in the room he had booked. It had arrived, but it wasn't just the way it looked.

He lay on the floor like a tatami mat, with eyes like dead fish. No, you're surprised. I thought it was something. Really.

When I realized we were coming in, Chris slowly stood up like a zombie or something, silently pulled my hand and sat on my foot with a cushion. And he started saying he wanted to eat sweets, and now he wants to eat sweets.

"It's just a little bit like a little pussy. Shiori, shiori, shiori, shiori, shiori, shiori, shiori..."

"Okay, you don't have to think about that right now, let's just do it."

"Hehe... ehehehehe..."

That's pretty good.

"Akan... would you rather drink alcohol?

"Salmon....."

"Don't recommend alcohol to minors!

"Oh shit, no, you're still a minor. I'm sorry it didn't look the same with us."

Throw something like an Edamame on Tina's forehead that was within reach. He doesn't look like Tina, but Chris is still a minor. I mean, Teena and Whiska just look young, even though they're old and almost useless to me. They're dwarfs.

"Chris, you're struggling..."

"Christy... Chris, sweeten as much as you want with us"

Stop calling Whiska Christina and call her Chris again, and start stroking Chris's head. Let Whiska stroke your head, and I'll keep Chris busy.

It took about 30 minutes for Chris to return to normal.