Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

The city of Allbloom, which entered through a huge gate, was so big that it was stunned.

In front of the gate it was a square, and from there a wide road was straight ahead, which seemed to be about twelve lanes a way to the back of the city.

In the square was built something like a guide board with an overall view of the city… I doubted my eyes for a moment.

If the information board was accurate, the city would be about the size of Tokyo's 23rd Ward.

It's like surrounding Tokyo's 23rd Ward with thick walls 30 meters tall. It won't be possible, this. How much effort, money and time did you spend? Or is it something you can magically do all the time?

In general, I thought a city with an outer wall was the limit of about 10,000 inhabitants...

The city of Allbloom is all divided into forty-two districts, and there is something called 'Central District' in the heart of the city. From there, the number seems to be swinging radially outward with Zone II and Zone III. By the way, it seems I'm in the 30th arrondissement right now. Wards 30 to 42 are present along the outer walls, and there are several gates leading outside in multiple districts.

Speaking of the thirtieth arrondissement, a nobleman named Wishart seems to rule.

And they're going to reach the Central District if we take this whole wide road. The road here is so big to get your stuff to the districts.

The city is beautifully organized and brick and stone houses stand out. There are also wooden buildings inside, but without any blurring, rather the beauty of the wood is designed to be reflected in the city.

It is a beautiful city with a good harmony of vibrancy, relaxation and playfulness, as the word modern fits perfectly.

I don't know if District 30 is special or if the other districts are at this level as well, but the cultural level seems high enough. I was licking it from the smell of rice and the naivety of my clothes, but if I could get used to it, I'd be comfortable living there.

If that's the case, I'll have to redeem the spices quickly to secure the beds.

It would be risky to sell off spices in District 30 that are supposed to be sold to Lords of District 30. All right, let's go to the next twenty-ninth arrondissement. They're going to walk a lot, but if they think it's for five million yen, they're going to walk lighter.

I went for District 29 with a mixed skip.

That's crazy.

This city is obviously crazy.

This city is so strange that it doesn't matter so much if the guy with the beast face walks bipedally through the city, or if there's a stir-fry of weed for the herbivorous race, or if he saw his face even though he was a great beauty behind him, he was a snail.... No, snail women are vegan and say, "Gah! I said."

More than that!

In this city, you can't throw up!

Seriously, I can't throw up.

At first I tried to get them to buy spices at the grocery store in the 29th arrondissement.

He was then told that buying and selling in the city required either an Alliance membership card or a district residence card. Otherwise he told the guild to take it and buy it off. Everyone who wants to make abrupt purchases and sales outside of adventurers and merchants seems to bring them into the guild.

But it's the spice that made all that noise in front of the gate. It is visible that you can use it as soon as you bring it into the guild.

So I negotiated to see if you could manage to buy it out... it's crazy, anyway.

The grocery store owner first asked, "Where did you get that spice? I've heard."

Something Norbert said about The Judgement of the Spirit. Deciding I shouldn't throw up, I chose an ambiguous expression to answer.

"A good merchant gave it to me," he said.

'Take it' also means you stole it. Never a lie.

I thought this would work... but as soon as I did, the shopkeeper became a ghost figure and reprimanded me.

"I'm not going to trade thieves! Get out of here now or I'll stick you out to the vigilante!".

Too many swordscreens, I jumped out of the store.

Running from behind me, the shopkeeper insists, "Fuck you, you thief!" What a curse you gave me, so it seems like something about me has gotten a little talked about in District 29.

I gave up trading in District 29 and headed to another district.

I thought I'd go in order with twenty-eight or twenty-seven, but it seems the city is zoned to draw circles around the Central District.

The right neighbor of District 29 is District 28, and the right of it is District 27, but there is a great distance between District 29 and District 27. Beautifully organized, so you need to cross the precinct to get next door.

Then it is faster to move inside the circle to a different district.

The outermost is District 30 to District 42. The second follows districts 23 to 29, next from districts 11 to 22, 6 to 10, and 2 to 5, with a central district located in its centre.

From the 29th arrondissement, the 22nd arrondissement is closer than the 28th arrondissement next door.

That's why I'm stepping into District 22.

Let's get you in the mood and give you a lot of money. Ha-ha-ha...

But the same thing happened there.

Despite successfully clouding the words, "You fucking mud bastard! I'm gonna chop off your badly handled arm!," he was chased around by the shopkeeper who shook up the

Falsification doesn't work.

If you clearly lie about it, it's bound to be a pain in the ass...

"Oh, my God..."

In this city, seriously, you can't throw up...

Probably because of 'forced translation magic'.

Cloudy words translate into familiar words.

Japanese 'I', 'I', 'I' and 'Awkward' are all like 'I' in English.

I guess' you got 'translates as' tricked 'or' stolen '.

... a troublesome city.

In the end, even though I have a spice worth five million, I remain sentence free.

I also tried to convince them that the Japanese yen is the official currency... but they can't use it in this city except for Ruben coins. I was told to go to the exchange guild.... The guild doesn't want to go now...

Besides, rumors began to spread that thieves were roaming the city.

If this happens, you can't stay in District 22 for long. Decide to immediately disperse.

... but the rumors spread faster than you think, and rumors were already pervasive when you entered the neighboring 21st arrondissement, which was relatively close. Rumors had already been reached there, even though he was rushing to evacuate to District 10.

Fast. Too soon!

Perhaps the art of communicating such information has been established. Maybe the guild is biting one.

A guild is like a union, so to speak. People from the same industry create unions and accommodate and exchange information and help each other to benefit from each other. Instead, I have a duty to impose. For example, the sharing fee, the rules.

Anyway, it's getting hard to stay near here.

Why don't we go all the way... to the Central District or something... no, wait.

I'll look around the city again.

Currently in District 10. We've moved on from the thirtieth arrondissement to the heart of the city... the city is beautiful. It's an even more sophisticated image than District 30, which I thought was very neat.

Considering that the Central District is the heart of this city......... is it higher with less numbers?

It may be that District 20 has more money than District 30, and District 10 has more money than District 20.

Gas lights are built on the roads of District 10.

This was not seen in District 22.

Plus, there's even a big theater-like building in District 10. People who go to the city also wear expensive clothes.

My guess is probably not off.

If so...

If you want to escape, there are a lot of numbers... around the 42nd arrondissement would be great.

If there are more noble people living there with fewer numbers, the bottom line of the world is that they live in a district with more numbers.

The largest number in the city was in District 42. On the map, it's right next to the 30th arrondissement.

I turned back on my heels and turned back the way I had just come.

Until most of it cools down, let's just say you can lurk your breath in the bottom city.

"Cliffs...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I was back in District 30 and walking towards District 42.

And the border of the district we reached was a cliff.

You can see the city far down. Make it about 20 meters tall. It's a little bit tall.

I see. It was caught that the bottom district is adjacent to the upper 30th arrondissement... this would reassure the people of the 30th arrondissement.

At this height, idiots wouldn't be that stupid to climb. It's almost impossible.

But I think I can do it if I'm going down.

So, I'm desperately down the cliff right now.

The sky was completely dim as we went and went through multiple districts.

I haven't even decided on an inn yet. Instead, I haven't even eaten. No, you didn't get the money in the first place.

We have to get into District 42 at all costs.

We don't have time to go all the way around the city now.

My rumors will be spreading, and it's lame to be pointed at my face.

"So... you're suddenly a die hard when you come to another world... or you're waking up to strange powers or something!? Aren't you at the high school level for muscle strength and strength!?

They don't have any cheat abilities, any God-given powers, anything like that.

Well, it moves me better than my thirty-six year old body...

"Damn... Muscle pain is confirmed the day after tomorrow... Ah, you're coming tomorrow when you're young... either way."

Fear of descending cliffs like Bill's without a lifeline.

Besides terrible hunger and fatigue caused by walking around.

My strength was the limit.

And...

Just a moment of distraction, my body slipped off a cliff and was thrown into the air.

... Ah, die.

I'm disgusted by the feeling of death several times after coming over here.

God, don't you hate me that much?

There was only a few lag hours. It was about half way down.

And my body is beaten to the ground unbroken...

Basharn!

... Bashan?

What I heard in my ear was a water noise.

Where I fell was in the wetlands with air-starved, humid marshes.

Thanks...... you?

When I woke up, there was a snug clog of aquatic plants in my ears.

Take the aquatic plants and look around.

Yeah. You're alive.

Something smells like swamp. My five senses seem to be functioning properly.

I have to wash my clothes somewhere. I only have one of these...... damn.

The swamp I fell was about knee deep and the swamp bottom was filled with soft mud.

Thanks to you. It stinks. Well, it's better than dying. Stinky though.

When I stood up to get out of the swamp... something moved in the swamp.

What the fuck?

There's something...

Killing my breath and keeping an eye on the swamp...... and one frog turned up.

What, a frog................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The frog was about 80 cm long and somehow dressed.

Does this mean it's an array or a frog tribe? Parrots and such.

So that's it, or the guy who lives here?

Greetings... you should, shouldn't you?

All of a sudden, I must be completely suspicious.

No, objectively, it's obviously more suspicious of frogs, after all, that their ancestors should respect them? So I smile and say hello refreshingly.

"Hey! Nice to meet you."

I'm really drawn to it, but I'll try to make a smile and say hello.

Then the frog turned to me and said, "Kellogg!" He rang.

Can't you talk to me?

What is this city!? Parrots talk, but frogs don't? I don't know the line draw.

Well, fine.

I'm not interested in frog ecology.

I go up out of the swamp ignoring frogs.

Meanwhile, the frog was staring at me.... What the hell, you disgust me.

I went up from the swamp and looked around............ I was stiff.

There are frogs... massive.

Hundreds of frogs stood surrounding the swamp, staring at us.

"Gee,...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

You screamed.

It's mildly traumatic, that sight.

Hundreds of nudged, eighty-centimetre giant toads are standing on their feet and staring at us.

It's horror, seriously!

I followed the wetlands to escape and kept running to Wushu Luo.

Stop and the frog will catch up to you. I feel that way.

If I get caught... I'll sink to the bottom of the swamp. I'm not kidding!

On the way out, I went out to a wide river.

The flow seems calm, but dark anyway. I don't even know the depth of the water.

But there's no time to detour, or loosen your mind.

Frogs are coming after us.

"Yeah, okay! Jump in! Your dirty clothes are clean and you're two birds a stone!

Out of darkness and frog terror, I jumped into the river without hesitation and swam hard.... was deep enough.

Crawl out of the river and run out again without time to rest.

Then I even remembered that I was hungry, running.

That's where I ran out of strength.

It's not even paved, the soil falls into the path of stripping.

No more. I can't move another step.

In the sky I looked up, there was an unreliable moon that nearly 90% lacked.

I even felt abandoned by the moon.

... Oh, it sucks. What the hell, this world.

I don't have beauty, I don't have cheat abilities, and if I trick a hobbyist into taking spices away that helped me where I was going and falling, they'll treat me like a criminal over there......... oh, that's natural.

In the end, I'm the only guy who can outsmart you by cheating on people.

I'm the one who got the lie sealed... the end of my life announcement, this is it.

and there...... it smells slightly better.

This is............... kind of a nostalgic scent.

When I was a kid, when I went home playing around until dark, the smell of dinner drifted from the kitchen window to outside the front door.

It smells sweet and warm, like a reminder of something like that.

I squeezed my last force, waking up my body, moving my feet in the direction of smelling.

It was a dilapidated building that got there.

The doors are closed, but there are gaps in the poor construction, and the light is leaking from inside.

Next to the wooden door, a brisket sign hangs slightly higher than his head. In the center of the iron plate was a knife and a fork shaped.

Is this... the dining room?

Guh, my belly rings.

The scent drifted from the inside irritated my stomach.

I can't smell this. You want to come in?

... but I don't have any money.

That's not why I can give up the situation.

So, what do we do?

... Gaia tells me to eat and run.

Yeah, it must be.

I also had Gaia's pushback and pushed open the canteen wood door.

The store was dim and no-one looked like it.

Come in, there's a counter on your right, and it looks like the room is going on in the back. Probably has a kitchen.

On the left hand side there are four round tables for four.

Whether the land was cheap or the store was large enough for the price. I think I should double my desk.

But there are no people. The customers, as well as the clerks.... Is it already closed?

The gallant store is somewhat quiet, creating a sort of post-work department store sadness.

I set foot in the dreaded store. The floor screams giddy.

What the hell is this place? That's so lame.

Is this some kind of restaurant where you can have dinner in a haunted mansion?

The desk is full of holes and the chairs are rattled. The floors are spontaneous and sticky besides.

Lights are also ketching oil bills, just a few candles standing.

Normally I would never stop by, go in by mistake and leave immediately, a store on that level.

But I can't afford that right now. I can't replace my belly on my back.

I'll put up with you here!

... Well, I don't have any money to pay with me.

"Is there anybody out there?

Speak to the back of the store.

And, a while later, one girl appeared from the back.

"Ah! Sorry, I didn't realize!

It was a breathtaking girl.

Large, crisp eyes with fruity cherry blossom lips. The loosely arcing cheeks look white and soft like cotton, and the hair clustered together at the shoulder mouth gives the impression of being fluffy and pleasant to touch.

I feel a little too thin, but my hands and feet are much longer and more even for my small body.

But it had the strongest weapon on its chest that would make all those good elements seem like the end of the line.

Piotsu, Ky 'day!

What are these big tits!? Didn't you go there all your body nourishment!?

He weaves his jacket on a cheap tunic, not particularly dressed to accentuate his chest. Nevertheless, there are two swells incompatible with a small body as if it were a conspiracy to manage nature, pushing up plain clothes and saying, 'Me, here it is!' And he makes a terrible self-assertion.

"Piotz, Ky 'day"

Who can blame me for my inadvertent voice?

Think of it, twenty years I lived for revenge.... besides sixteen years until then... it was a life of no concern to women. I've never seen boobs like this, and I've never talked to boobs like this.

Different worlds are awesome. This is a different world. The Other World!

"Oh, you know?

"No, it's nothing! I was just remembering the old days..."

"Really? So, um... what do you mean," Come on in full "?

"Ugh!?

Unexpectedly, the voice of my leaked heart devoured the boob clerk.

I did something far-fetched.

Turn to the person, there's no way you can say 'your boobs are so tight'! How refreshingly I said it is perverted. No, refreshingly, it's perverse.

Manage to delude me.................. hmm?

"Why can't I get the word right?

No matter how cloudy the language in this city should be translated and passed on to a language they can understand.

Why haven't you passed it on? No, I have trouble getting it passed on...

"Oh, I think that's probably because it's a made word that only some people can understand"

The clerk answers me with a smile.

Made words that only some people can understand...... you mean industry terms or jargon?

Piotsu, total acceptance, wktk?

I see... you can use this...

"So, um... what does" Come Plenty - "mean?

"Uh... oh... that means, uh... 'Nice smile'"

"Wow, really?"

The clerk smiled joyfully as he put his hands together on his mouth.

Oh, shit!?

I accidentally threw up lies!

I just couldn't say big tits for big tits, am I to be judged!?

But nothing changed in my body.

... Is that it? Why not?

Turn your gaze to the clerk so you can peep.

When he meets me, the clerk bows his head to the dust.

And when I looked up, I said this with a full smile, happily.

"Thank you for complimenting my piotsu!

.................. Ooh, ooh. How are you doing?

Apparently, he interpreted 'Piotz' as' smiling 'and' Kyday 'as' lovely '.

"We will continue to do our best on Piotsky Day!

"Ugh, yeah. Not really, I guess I shouldn't say that ~... Oh, my God"

"Oh, right. It's not about saying it yourself, is it? Now we'll do our best to make sure our customers say 'That's Piotsky Day'!

"Yeah, maybe we shouldn't deal with a lot of customers like that."

"But the customer said, didn't he?

"Yeah, sorry. I'm really sorry."

The truth is, I won't be able to tell you forever anymore.

I feel like I've had a big scratch in this girl's life.

Well, okay. It's just a relationship now anyway. I'll never see you again.

"More than that, are the stores still doing it?

"Oh, yes! Please wait a moment!

The girl who came out of the counter in a hurry lowered her head peppery and adorable as she stood in front of me.

"Welcome! Welcome to the Yang Deception Pavilion!

That's what I say, with a full smile.

... the Yangdu Pavilion is a good place to lose your name.

"At this hour, I'm sorry."

"No! I have so much excess ingredients, and I'm perfectly fine!

"No, I'd rather not tell my guests about the excess..."

"... Huh?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Nothing. Never mind."

That face was a face I didn't understand in the bottom of my heart.

He must be a retarded kid. Deep down, we can't pursue it.

"Now, you're ready to go! Please wait in the seat of your choice!

That said the clerk went into the back of the counter again.

Is that the guy cutting you up all by himself?

So maybe he looks like he's falling out, and he's actually a solid one.

I choose the chair that seems to have the tightest legs in the store and sit back.... eh, I'll grab it... it's the most decent thing I've ever seen.

When I was rattling the chair, from behind the counter, I said, "Jah! I could hear the creepy noise." After all, I guess that back there is the kitchen.

Cancun and I hear metal bumping into each other.

Is there a frying pan and balls? For example, culinary techniques will be well advanced. The evolution of cookware follows the evolution of food culture.

Calm down and look in the store again.

Old but nicely cleaned. The stickiness of the floor must be already creeping me out. The stains on the walls and the damage to the ceiling tell the story of this dining room.

I know very well that it has been used for a long time.

... Somehow, I remembered my parent's factory.

I also kept using the product until it broke down, "You should be familiar with your body" like I should just buy it again.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I'm feeling kind of sentimental. I guess it's because of the smell of this dish. Maybe this smell is tickling my old memories, similar to the dinner the general made for me.

There's nothing I can do to remember the old days.

More than that, now I need to figure out what to do with the beds tonight… and what to do with the payments here.

........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Full force dash.

Well, that clerk, he looked like a donkey, and he'll get away with it.

"Customer"

"Whoa!?

He called me when I was calculating my escape, and my heart jumped a little.

When I looked up, the clerk stood in front of me.

How long have you been there?

"Hey, what?

Calm the sooner hearts in the mood and reply under the guise of calm.

Then the clerk asked me this with a full grin.

"Are you sure you want to order?

... what?

"No, you... you're already starting to make something, aren't you?

"Yes, accidentally. So, I'm almost done, and I'm like, 'Oh, I didn't hear your order!' I realized that."

Oh... this girl, she's an asshole.

"............ then, just something close to its completion. Make it so."

"Is that okay!? Great... customer, you're a sweet person"

Kind......?

Me?

A man trying to get away from eating, is that sweet?

Ha, don't make me laugh. Totally, he's an unknown man.

The clerk returns to the kitchen and I turn my gaze to the menu on the wall.

"Stir-fried Scum Vegetables......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Baked Fish in River Fish..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Stewed Beast Meat................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 30 RB"

"Stewed River Fish........................................................................................................................................................................................... 30 RB"

"Black Bread.................. 25 RB"

"White bread.................. 80 RB"

... What do you mean the bread is the most expensive?

And the naming is too harsh. I'm worried about understanding why I'm writing stupid honesty about 'scum vegetables' etc.

And the letters on the white bread are erased with a thick double line. I guess I took it off the menu. Perhaps no one ordered it and they stopped purchasing it.

Well, if you want to buy it here, don't buy it at the bakery. The bakery I saw in the 22nd arrondissement had about 70 RB of bread lined up. I guess the bread here is expensive just for the profit of the store.

Even so, don't want to suspect that this store is unwilling to do business.

A lot is terrible.

The same goes for clerks who don't realize that a customer has arrived, but it's also true that they still display menus that are not there with two lines turned off. You'll feel sorry for yourself, even if you weren't going to eat it, "Oh, I can't eat this," it makes you feel a little lost.

The clerk is cute.... a bit of an asshole though.

And, thinking about it, an asshole clerk came here with a plate.

"Thank you for waiting. Stir-fried scum vegetables."

"Why are you calling me a scumbag vegetable? You can fry vegetables normally, right?

"But some customers say they don't like scum vegetables, so I need to tell them in advance."

Stupid. There's more to be honest with.

"Come on, enjoy it. I hope it fits your mouth."

Hands behind your back, the clerk staring at me in embarrassment.... Can you see me eating, me?

Carry the stir-fried scum vegetables to your mouth, making sure you don't particularly care.

"Huh!? Delicious!"

"Is it true!? Good."

They are scum vegetables, so they fall apart in size, but that's a good accent the other way around.

Despite the mixing of things like carrot heta and chopped ends of vegetable leaves, nothing raw or burnt past. Evidence of individual stir-frying considering the ease of fire.

Cook deliciously over time for bad ingredients.

It's a heartfelt cooking method that the general used to do.

"Now, please take your time"

Happy with my reaction, the clerk went back to the back of the counter when he lowered his head with a pepper.

I was hungry and couldn't stop carrying the rice to my mouth.

The nostalgic taste brings back memories of the past.

Staring at me for a delicious meal, the happy face of the general turns her head.

Fucking serious and people-loving. And an attitude of no compromise.

That clerk looks just like my parents.

............... That's why I got annoyed.

Someone must fool such a hobbyist.

You tricked me, but you would run off on your own to annoy the people around you without even getting angry at it. That must be the type of guy he is.

First of all, I'm alone in the store. Why are you pulling into the back?

You'll still be able to clean it up. If I don't run, why do you assume...

This is a bit, you'll need to remind him of reality.

I don't know what people like to see...

"He who is deceived is an idiot."

... Well, either way, I don't have a choice but to run because I don't have any money.

The plate in front of me was empty. There is not a single slice of vegetable leaf left.

My belly is swollen, and this will run enough.

But that's no good.

You won't notice that clerk just running here and running away. to the stupidity of being deceived.

So I'll fool you more plainly and thoroughly.

Betrayed after believing. Taste the remorse.

I walked to the counter, elbowed and spoke to the kitchen in the back.

"Clerk!"

"Huh!

To my call, the clerk came out of the kitchen with a patter and footsteps.

Look relaxed.

"Excuse me, but where's the hand wash?

"To wash your hands, please leave the store and go around the back"

"... of the store, is it outside?

"Wash your hands in the dining room..."

I see. I was losing it.

Sewage is not in place in this world. In other words, it is suction type. That, too, must be quite primitive.

Sure, you can't put that in the dining room.

"Well, I'm gonna borrow it for a second,"

"Uh... but"

"Don't worry, I'll leave my wallet"

That's what I said, put the empty purse on the counter.

The clerk gives him a horrible look.

By putting your wallet down, you assumed that I would never run away without paying for it. Without knowing it was an empty purse.

Nobody opens people's wallets on their own... and now they can earn as much time as they want to escape.

You just have to trust me that way... and be betrayed properly.

"Okay, I'm coming."

- Somewhere, to another precinct.

That's what I left the store for.

I'll go around back just in case and look in the bathroom once.... what a pristine toilet with just a hole in the dirty floor. No, it's a good idea to call this a bathroom. A toilet or a toilet.

After the stinking toilet, I left the dining room. Hurry as fast as you can so you don't make footsteps...

I just lost sight of the dining room, and I'll look back once and say just one word to that favorite clerk.

"There are a lot more bad guys in the world. You've studied."

The night gets so deep, I decide to stay in the wild.

It's so cold because of one swim in the river...

Looking for somewhere where the storm was going to blow, I walked safely through the 42nd arrondissement.