Invincible Saint ~Salaryman, the Path I Walk to Survive in This Other World~

"Oh, SUGGE!! What about this, then? Whoa! Oh, I don't have much vocabulary. But it's amazing."

I was playing with a transformer dresser without knowing how far out of the room such a voice could be heard.

Though underwear would not be stored, it was like transforming an inner, protective gear, etc. into that outfit when the dressing coordination of the avatar was saved and loaded intact.

Easy to use, first touch the mirror with the hands of the registered owner and a coordination number will appear in the mirror, then press it to reveal the items of registration, erasure, and transformation.

Pressing Register will remember the current appearance and erase the saved one. Transformation can be transformed into a registered coordination.

Only ten patterns can be registered, but clothes, armor, etc. can also be stored in magic bags. It was a mechanism that could instantly detach and transform what was stored there.

If we had this technology, wouldn't there be photographs, projectors, etc.? He didn't think so, so I'll give Mr. Toretto some feedback on the area next time.

"If the default is set on this Saint Dragon clothing and robe, you'll be fine...?!

But here, I've come to realize a serious fact.

"Is that it?... there's only three coordination with the default?

I was thinking back. After entering the labyrinth, she wore the same clothes because there was purifying magic in almost the same clothes. Yes, it stayed that way because it would look beautiful with even underwear on.

"Is that it? I'm unclean... no, I'm purifying it, so if it's not unclean, but I'm going on a journey, aren't there enough clothing and lodging?

Most of the clothes I received from everyone in the city of Melatoni were torn in battle with Master Brodo, so I brought in three sets of gobbly clothes when I came to church headquarters. Then I got a church robe, and the protective gear set was combined with three sets of items I bought for the labyrinth, and this Saint Dragon's clothing I'm wearing now.

Two of the gear sets are preliminary registered, but the only thing that actually increased was the full-body gear we got on the forty tiers.

"Wait. Speaking of which, I didn't care because my hair stayed tied and my beard didn't seem thin or grow, but I... haven't even cut my hair since I came to church, have I?

From there, my thoughts on food and shelter accelerated at once.

Cooking in this world is Mr. Gulgar and his aunts, and then eating in the dining room... I haven't cooked in this world since I've been here.

As long as the residence is an angel pillow, I'm sure I can sleep anywhere, but I have travel to do in the future, and they say I can't just carry a carriage, and I have to think about the safety of Forenoir (who I'm willing to take with me already).

... We only have one more year and just over a month, right? Is that it? Shit? It won't be long. Besides, I'm going to go around the world as an S-class healer, but I don't know what's going on in a normal healing home, so why not just create a new spark to be a wandering healer for the healing?

In a rush to say nothing about clothing, living and working, I take the parchment out of the magic bag and write down what I think I need from now on.

"Hold on, me. It's not the same as living in different worlds and dyeing in different worlds, so you don't take advantage of what you've cultivated in previous life."

What I taught in the first year of society is to have a schedule book, to take notes, to say hello properly.

It is said that the speed of growth will also change in the future, rather than putting this into practice. In this world, there are no means of communicating information like newspapers and television, so it has been missed.

I don't know how I didn't realize that when my head wasn't that good... I take a deep breath once and change my mind.

"Sukhar. You can always reflect. Let's have a good reflection. But now let's go one step further."

First, we need to understand the journey schedule, then the current state of the healing hospital. I went straight to the Adventurer Alliance first to discuss this issue.

Going to the Adventurer's Guild will always be a whimsical day treatment of Sacred Weirdness, and patients will be transported. And the elderly.

Cartilage, repairing bones that I think were reduced in blood circulation and polishing just by hanging heels on the elderly after receiving the protection of the Holy Ji God, I walked home without a cane even though I could not walk without a cane.

I was pretty surprised at this and the people around me watching it, but the restorative magic of Holy Weird was cleaned up with the person and it meant heterogeneity. I tear with my heart is new to my memory.

"Phew. All right, gentlemen, watch out for injuries. Because it can be life-threatening."

The people who were in the area high heels thanked each other orally and walked out of the underground training ground.

"So what is it this time? Anything you can do will help, Holy Weird."

"Grants Guildmaster disgusts me, so call me Holy Weird... or stop wearing it."

"You're a really cute one. I'm telling you not to put in another guild. So, what's the consultation?

"Where does a normal adventurer cut his hair? And the mustache, Master Grants, is growing, but the others didn't know where to look after it, so I came to ask."

Is that it? It's turning into another look at the pitiful child?

"Well, there's something you don't know. Sacred Weird is giving herself away to the struggle. The beard is sold by the Magic Razor at the Magic Prop Store, and some guys shave with knives, but if they're not used to it, they cut off their faces, so you better stop it."

"Yep. I'm clumsy..."

"And the hair is sold to blacksmiths too, so cut it with that, or there's a salon like that in the city, huh?

What? Is there a barber shop or a beauty salon? Don't you know anything about me? When I'm in shock, my voice rings.

"Is there anything else? If it's about this city, I'll tell you one at a time."

Adventurer Guildmaster Grants was a good man.

Instead of telling me where to wholesale and buy seasonings and vegetables, meat, when it comes to cooking, it was also going to tell me about the recipes that are the result of my research, and how to get a look at them.

Other guild masters who knew magic bags even wrote me references to blacksmiths dedicated to recommended cooking machines and knives, and of course told me where the store was located. And extremely, it's Guildmaster's cooking class.

As we talked, Mr. Milty came over there and said I wanted to teach him how to cook too. This gradually became a rumor, with a strong guild master gently guiding the dishes.

And it wasn't until I left that Mr. Grants became known as the master of gentle, strong dishes.

"Ah, Mr. Milty. Do you know of a clothing store around here that sells clothes that are simple and smart in design, not overlooked at the very least by nobles from other countries?

"Uh-huh. I know, but Luciel would rather go with a woman."

"... Huh? Why is that?

"Because the female gaze is tougher than the male gaze."

"... ok"

This is how I only heard about the store, women... Mr. Katrine, Mr. Lumina, all of the Maiden of War Saint Knights. Whoever you asked for, you're not oblivious to your relationship? With that in mind, I was first relieved that there were no more food worries.

I walked out to the stables to tell the magician and clotheshop that when I was no longer around, it was animal therapy where I could play with animals, trying to find someone to go with.

On this day, I was able to ride my horse for the first time to a male four-year-old malt who had bitten my head, but when I ran a little, I was dropped.

Mr Yambas just said one word.

"Horse trust is gained little by little."

Thus by a year later, Luciel was set as one goal to embark on a journey with Forenoir, so that he could ride with all the heads here.