Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

I smile, and the clerk at the Yang Deception Pavilion approaches me.

... that smile amplifies the fear in me.

If he says a word, "The Judgement of the Spirit," I'll be frogged.

And they strip me of my human rights and force me to join those creepy people in those dim wetlands............ I don't like it. Run away!?

"Customer"

"Ha, ha!?

Unexpectedly, my voice rubbed up.

Is it uncomfortable that someone else is holding my life...

The clerk at the Yangdu Pavilion walked right in front of me and offered his hand softly.

Come on!

I'm going to hold my finger and say, "Judgement of the Spirit."

You're going to declare an end to my life!

As I tightened my eyelids and stretched my body, I accidentally touched something soft in my hand.

I opened my eyes thinly and watched how things were... and the clerk at the Yangdu Pavilion was taking my hand.

No way flag!? Are you the inverse nan guy!?

"I wanted to give this back, and I've been looking for it all morning."

The grin and laughter, the clerk at the Yangdu Pavilion makes me hold my purse in my hand.

That was the purse I left at the Yangzhu Pavilion as a pavilion.

... Want to give this back?

"Customer, I forgot this and went somewhere, so I was worried. For once, I waited until dawn, but there was no atmosphere for me to come back, so I came looking for you with the sunrise."

I can't find the words.

What is this guy talking about?

"I'm sorry I'm late. Haven't you had any trouble without this?

Trouble or nothing, I left it there on purpose.

There's nothing to be apologized for, nothing to worry about.

"But I'm glad they found me. Don't forget it anymore. You're surprisingly little."

He laughs with pleasure when he dulls, and then, he bows his head with a pepper.

And the clerk at the Yang Dai Pavilion turned his back on me and started walking.

... dude. I forgot to charge you.

Aren't you a little too much of a dick as you look?

What the hell, what about him?

You don't realize they've eaten you away?

I'm not going back. Have you been waiting all night for me?

You've been looking for me since dawn?

To deliver forgotten things?

Worry because I'll be in trouble, give me that reassuring look as soon as I find it...... so forget to accept the key payment......... are you nuts?

I am not lost in the rear looking away, I walk grandly with my chest stretched out.

Stupid...... the idiot of truth is over there.

I'm not talking about places that aren't suitable for business.

He's not even fit to live a peaceful life.

Watch cry for sure.

He tricks me so badly, he pushes me to the point where I can't take it back, he ruins my life with crap, and... he gives up and dies.

Say "I don't have a choice," and apologize for "I'm sorry"...

Looking at his small back walking down the boulevard, he unexpectedly remembered his parents and his damsel.

You're a people-lover, you look stupid, and yet you never suspect anyone else no matter how many painful eyes you look at, don't listen to me over and over again, you're just weirdly stubborn about that,... in the end, you can't even live well...

Those two figures looked dabbling away on their little backs.

And at the same time that I lost sight of the clerk of the Yangdu Pavilion, fierce anger sprang up from the bottom of my belly.

You're kidding.

You're gonna give it to me?

I'm not kidding!

I can live much smarter than you!

No one will fool you, or you'll get stuck in your life and leak a cry!

If you're on the side of being exploited, I'm on the side of being exploited!

You're definitely standing in a different position!

I'm smart, you're an idiot!

That's right! He's an idiot to be fooled! That's not kindness, like being used and laughing at being exploited! Stupidity!

You don't even realize that, sweetheart, but are you going to give this to me?

There's no way you haven't noticed you've eaten away.

There can't be any way you forgot to get paid!

In a word, "The Spirit's Judgement," I could end my life, and while I was in such an advantage, I abandoned it.

You're not licking me!

I'm not a weak person who feels sorry for you!

He's not immature, like he has to live to get help from someone like you!

You're not sacrificing for me!

"............... wait, this!

Driven by anger I didn't know where I was coming from, I ran out.

What are you mad at, me?

Because they pitied you? Because you felt that woman looked down on you?

Or because he looks like his parents?

Remember the past, your mind's on purpose?

After all, are you angry at yourself for not being able to do anything?

What are you mad at, me?

Who are you mad at, me?

I don't know.

I don't know, but I can't do it without this anger!

The clerk at the Yang Ma Ma Pavilion went into a narrow sidewalk about inside the boulevard. This is the direction where the Yangdu Pavilion is located. I guess I'll go back to the store.

Then I'll catch you on the way and slap you in the face for dinner!

"There's no such thing as the sympathy of Temehe," he said.

"You don't spend it on other people because you're fucking poor," he said.

"Temehe won't be great or strong enough to be gentle with others until he cuts himself off," he said!

Stupid, stupid hobbyist like you... it's ten years early to help someone!

Don't think about it!

Screw your wallet into the blazer's pocket and grab the 3000 RB you got at the tavern.

Silver coins sound charismatic.

I guess having thirty means that one piece of this silver coin is 100 RB.

The price for stir-fried scum vegetables is 20 RB...... well, fine. I'll give you the fishing!

I grabbed a hundred RB of silver coins and the clerk at the Yangdu Pavilion tried to bend the curved sidewalk... then.

"Whew!?

My legs stopped unexpectedly.

A large bulletin board was provided at the corner, and something like an overall view of the 42nd arrondissement and a solicitation note for the guild was stuck out.

In it, there was a very familiar face.... it's me.

A flyer with my sketch was stuck in the middle of the bulletin board.

"Extremely bad people who sell stolen goods. Whoever finds it, let the Alliance know.

Whoever captures him has a bounty of RB 100,000.

Life or death.

Features: Light tone

Dead fishy eyes

Around 170 cm tall

Middle meat, middle back.

Dark hair, black eyes.

He's wearing fancy clothes. "

Pinch!

Me, big pinch!

You're wanted!?

I thought I'd break the arrangement...

"The curse of the Spirit God falls on those who strip the publication without permission," he declined because it was politely noted.

Damn, what the hell, this!?

How long has it been sticking?

"Life or Death"? You're kidding me! What western play is that?

I never heard anything like this in the tavern.

Should we consider it stuck out and not long yet...... is there any other place where this stuck out?

Whatever it is, we have to hit our hands as soon as possible...

What stands out the most...?

I'm not selling hair dye... clothes. Right! Let's get dressed!

Norbert, the Wishart-held merchant, also looked at the clothes and judged me an aristocratic associate... maybe that's the only thing that catches my eye.

Then we need to get a set of clothes in those stores quickly.

I went back to the boulevard and jumped into a nearby clothing store.

Take off the blazer, make sure you hold it by the side, and open the buttons on the cutter shirt as smoothly as possible…

"There you are."

The one in the store was a sheep with a big stomach. Looks like the owner of this shop. It tells the story that the calm atmosphere is responsible.

Wool specialty? No, that doesn't seem like it.

"I want a set of clothes!

"But anything better than your clothes is a little..."

"It doesn't have to be a good one! Misty things are more convenient! Oh, but he doesn't stink!

When I rolled up, the sheep's shop owner looked up.

Shit...... you might get suspicious if you say too funny things.

"Actually, I'm being targeted by horrible people because of these clothes."

Guild or something, super horrible. All right, I didn't lie.

"So, to hide your identity, I dare you to dress like a fool."

"Oh, I see."

You convinced me with that explanation, the sheep shopkeeper nodded to Eagle Deep.

"It's not very safe around here, so hey. Sure, if you walk in such good clothes, a lot of people will be after you, won't they? Yeah, yeah. I get it, yes."

He managed to convince me.

Are my clothes so luxurious that you can see them?

Good, I didn't get attacked.

You know, wandering around in the middle of the night, going in and out of the tavern, that was pretty dangerous.

"If that's the case, I'd like clothes around here. The residents of the 42nd arrondissement wear clothes of this level."

On the recommended corner of the sheep's shopkeeper was a pile of cheap apparently old clothes.

Sure, in this kind of world... it should have been like a stream where nobles made clothes to order, the upper classes wore that lowering, and the average person wore sold out old clothes.

I don't know how many people put their sleeves through it.

I'm not very good at old clothes or anything... I can't be selfish.

I bought from some of the stacked clothes that were less dirty and seemed sturdy to sew.

I then bought a shoulder bag to put the blazer off, a purse for the world over here, and a hat to wear deep in my eyes.

"And how about ink?

"Ink......? You can divide what we use..."

"Then give me that, too. If you can, use a used brush and set."

So, when I actuarialized all the products,...... it just came to 3000 RB.

... What a coincidence.

It was a well done development as much as the RPG tutorial.

All I can think of is God making a joke about this already.... Are you kidding me, seriously?

Rent the store fitting room and I'll get dressed.

Blazer packed her bag, nostalgic for her empty purse, and wore her hat deep in her eyes.

From what we've talked about, that arrangement doesn't seem to be well known yet.... All right.

I left the store and immediately headed to the bulletin board. I added a beard to the sketch with a brush that contained plenty of ink that I had divided. Let's also add the wrinkles and crease lines on the forehead.

Yeah. That's it.

It says' don't break it ', but it doesn't say' don't graffiti '.

Now you won't look like me.

Shopping. Last I heard, they only stick out these arrangements on this bulletin board.

It seems like it would be nice to go out to the guild, but there are too many guild types to distribute to everything.

cloth shop guild, blacksmith guild, food and beverage guild, pharmacist guild, etc.

For each profession there is an Alliance, and that is the forty-two divisions.

In this world without copiers, it would be impossible to distribute the arrangements to all of them.

This arrangement is handwritten, too.

So, I just give it to some of them, and they say, "How come it's not in us?" "Do you only want to play that guild?" "and they become a seed for rubbing.

So this kind of transmission is going to be stuck out on the city boulevard or the main square?

...... lucky.

Now, you'll be deluded for a while.

Sometimes it's good to have a low level of civilization.

This would not have happened if it had been Japan. It spreads instantly online, and in an instant, it's a ji-end.

Long live the undisclosed land!

Most importantly, if the civilization level were high, there would be no arrangements for "life or death".

That's why I was stopping by and it was totally late.

When I left the garment store, the sheep shop owner said something like, "There's a slam spread on the northern cliff, so stay away from it."... in addition to the wetlands, even the slums. You're too insecure, District 42...

Take a narrow alley off the boulevard.

The roads are gradually decomposing, and the houses that are being built are becoming more and more miserable.

The hustle and bustle keep away and the public streets sparse.

More and more, I feel like I'm leaving people.

The sun begins to tilt and the path full of holes adds dimness and creepiness.

... Haven't had a decent meal today either. I just drank grapefruit juice.

Every time I walk, my belly bug squeaks.

And by the time the sky stained bright red, I reached the front of this store again.

Yang Deception Pavilion.

It's a pampered dining room marked by a knife and fork shaped billboard.

There is a good smell coming from inside the store.

"... I'm here..."

What's the matter?

In one of the arrangements, anger and all that stuff had completely disappeared.

Even if you knock on the price of the rice, you have zero money left because you bought clothes.

... Me, what are you doing here?

"I knew... I'd go home"

If you think about it, you're wrong about me getting angry.

In the first place, I ran away from eating, and the clerk here didn't tell me if he knew about it or not.

If we leave District 42 like this, this one thing will be in the dark forever...... forgotten.

You don't have to go out of your way to imitate that...

Yeah. Right.

I've been having a little trouble.

I remember my parents, maybe I was getting sentimental.

That's good, the rice's free.

'Nothing is more honorable than free', you say for a long time.

All right! Let's turn back!

Thank you for your generosity in the corner.

Say thank you in a whisper in front of the door, and I'll turn around and make a right.

You'll never see that clerk again.

What I saw when I looked back at my chest like that...

Plenty of twilight, it was a dim sky.

…………

The distant sky is stained with a deep herd of blue.

The narrow road leading up to the boulevard is dark and blurry, creating an atmosphere as if it were an entrance to the underworld.

If we were alarmed, there was a darkness that seemed to get us into only... right there.

".................. Phew"

Well, me too, I've been in this city for over a day, and I'm not in an unknown kitten state forever.

Even the darkness of the night was experienced once yesterday.

That's why...

"Welcome, welcome to the Yang Deception Pavilion!... is that it? Customers?"

"... I'm here"

I think I'll throw away something strong and sweeten it up for sweet courtesy.

Please! Stay!

Well, you're the only one in this world that's going to give me an advantage.

I'm sure you, however alarmed, will never get scratched in the neck!

"I'm glad. You're here again!?

A clerk who says that with an innocent face and jumps a little.

Every time I jump, I feel shaky. I wouldn't dare say what it is. Well, if you say so... dreams and romance are shaking.

Oh, why don't you?

I almost traveled to the world of dreams staring at the sights of dreams.

If we don't talk properly... I just want you to give me a break from getting thrown out in the middle of the night.

... No more dawn in the dark, or I can't.

Anyway, negotiations.

"First, first. I'll pay exactly for yesterday's dinner! But I don't have any money right now."

Confess the status quo clearly.

The clerk has a surprised look on his face, keeping his eyes open, but still listening to me.

"So you sold those expensive clothes?

Hmm?

Oh, well. I was dressed like a jerk right now.

I see. Do I look like I sold out my clothes because I don't have any money? Well, don't you dare correct me.

"So I was wondering how I could pay for the rice..."

"You can always. I trust my customers."

No, no, you shouldn't trust a guy like me the most.

What are you saying confidently?

"Because the customer told me about you. I think he's honest."

Wow... this girl, she's not just a leek, but a duck pot with other vegetables on her back.

This guy, he's lived a lot.

"I appreciate you believing me. But I don't have the money."

"I'll wait for you."

"No, I appreciate you doing that, but I don't think it's gonna make me wait forever"

"I don't care, do I?

"I care."

What are you talking about?

You, you hate money?

Why aren't you more obsessed, on the money!?

With money, we can do business on better land, not in this lame shop?

You get good ingredients, and the interior sticks to whatever you want.

Ask for more money!

What kind of human kindness is that? It has to be one yen!?

"So how can customers be convinced?

The clerk tilts his neck and asks me.

I don't have any money, but I don't want to keep you waiting.

If you say so, it would be a natural question.

And what lies ahead is another natural answer.

"Will you let me work here?

"Huh...?

"Of course, only a small salary is fine. You don't have to... not good... well, fine! Instead…"

I bow my head deep and say it out loud.

"I want you to offer me a room and a meal! You're right!

I have no place to go.

I don't even have the money to stay at the inn.

Even the rice hasn't eaten at all in the end.

It's probably possible to generate money the way I earn it.

But in order to do that, you have to know this city very well.

Without any information, it's too risky to 'do business' here.

I dulled and stole Norveil spices, but I ended up pulling my legs in plain sight and limiting my actions.

Even for "The Judgement of the Spirit," I just happened to be lucky and could have been frogged if I had taken a wrong step.

Besides, if the Alliance had caught you in another precinct...

I've been cutting through critical lines... but the end of my life was always just around the corner.

I need to know a little more about this city.

To do this, it is best to have them placed by a person who is gullible, hobby, and easy to handle.

That is, working here as a place to live is the best thing for me right now.

But there are concerns.

First of all, it looks like this clerk is the only one here. Would you put a stranger in a house like that?

And that means I'm eating away once. Will this guy shake his head vertically...

No, but I'd like you to provide me with a bunk just for one night at the house.

That's why the "let me pay for dinner" appeal.

My aim is only to compensate for the meal I've stepped down, and I don't want to cackle off with a big titted girl - and that's the appeal.

I hope they fool me well...

"Glad to hear it!

"... what?

When he raised his face, the clerk had paired two clenches to accompany his chin, shaking his body to bore him.

My eyes sparkle and my cheeks are upbeat.

..................... Huh?

"I've been coming to this store all my life by myself, and I was just wondering how bad the customer came in... if anyone could help me!

"Ha ha..."

The clerk grabbed my hand with both hands and his nose approached me roughly.

"This could be fate!

"No, that's a bit daunting..."

"No! It must be the guidance of Lord Alvi, the Spirit God! Oh, I'm glad I served you every day...... after all, Master Alvi has been watching us!

No... maybe, but I don't think God is that free.

"Welcome, please! Several rooms are available, so use wherever you like. We're going to clean it up, so it should be ready to use."

With that explanation, he takes my bag and walks to the back.

"If you need anything, say it. Most things you can't get because you don't have the money, but if it's something you can make your own, I'll have it."

Talking, it slowly moves to the back.

Put me down.

"Is that it? What's wrong?

The clerk rushes back when he realizes I haven't moved since before the counter.

"No, okay?

"What is it?

He's hiring me.

"Yes!... I just don't want you to really expect your salary... because we will serve you three decent meals!

"... you, you live here alone, don't you?

"Yes.... Until a few years ago, I lived with my grandfather......"

Oh, hey. I don't want to hear such a dark story.

In short, you're pretty sure you live alone, right?

"... okay? Raise a man to a house like that."

"Huh? ………………………………………… shouldn't we?

This guy is serious!?

Seriously, you don't feel like a crisis!?

Are you a bitch?!? Are you super playing around with it, not according to what you see!?

Or a fairy or spiritual kind!? You know too much about filth!?

"You know... I love big tits!

"Huh!?

You look serious............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

No, I'm not.

Because this guy is too defenseless... if you don't keep him somewhat nervous, my reason is... no, I think that keeping a good sense of distance is the most important thing in smoothing our common life. Yeah.... If you're too defenseless, you could do something handsome... because if you do, you'll be in trouble later.

"Uh... I, I, I, I serve God, therefore, I am strictly forbidden to do such things with those of the opposite sex..."

"Oh, wait!

When I saw the clerk who rushed out, I was just a little relieved.

There seems to be a sense of crisis in this guy, too. It's just so rare.

"I'm not going to do this to you. Trust me there."

"Yes. I believe"

So it's early, I trust you...

"I'm just gonna ask you one more time based on that,"

I asked the clerk with a serious look.

"You're hiring me?

"Yes, you are welcome"

This guy...

It's a real idiot.

Hey, I'm glad you had an idiot.

This makes it easier to consolidate ground in this world.

... In the meantime, I have to teach this guy just a little bit of public rigour.

"Okay. I'll try not to betray your credibility."

"Yes, thank you"

When I offered my hand, the clerk shook it without any hesitation. And with both hands, to wrap it up.... Stop it, I'm thrilled.

Anyway, we shook hands. A handshake is a testament to the contract.

"I'm Oba Yashiro. Differences in cultural areas may be hard to understand, but Oba is the last name and Yashiro is the name."

Introduce yourself to your employer.

I've never been abroad before, and I'm very reluctant to reverse my name and surname. I am Oba Yashiro, not Yashiro Oba. Regardless of the one-time relationship, I wanted to officially name it to the person who would take care of it for a while.

"Okay. I'll call you" Mr. Yashiro. "

Suddenly name-calling!?

I thought you'd call me 'Mr. Oba' and I told you that Oba is your last name... isn't this the kind of girl that gets popular in concerts?... Oh, I wish I had conned with these daughters...

He doesn't even show a bare gesture of realizing my grief like that, and the shopkeeper turns his grin as he buzzes my hand.

Ooh! Gizzy! Something's buzzing!?

"Oh, I'm sorry"

I wonder if it was because I was staring at my hand, the shopkeeper let go of his hand in a rush.

"I don't know, Mr. Yashiro's hands are huge..."

This is the gizzard combo from the rumor that "Wow, Yashiro, you're a big hand"!?

This guy is a popular girl in concert after all!?

It looks natural, and I knew it!?

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry. It was kind of like your grandfather's hand..."

"Whose hand is wrinkled!?

"Yes, no! That's not what I meant...... anyway. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable."

I can't believe I'm uncomfortable!

"This girl's palm is so soft," she just got a little tense.

... Really, I want to get in touch with a daughter like this... specifically, you wanted to play a king's game or something...

"You know what a king game is?

"Huh? Are you the king?

"Oh, no. Nothing."

That reaction... I knew it wasn't in this world...

"Oh, for God's sake"

He really coughed, and the shopkeeper bowed deeply after he had corrected his posture.

"I say Ginette. Call me Ginette."

".................. yeah. I'll call you Ginette. No other information has been disclosed."

"Oh, excuse me. I'm Ginette Tinar. It may be hard to tell because cultural areas are different, but Ginette is by name..."

"Oh, no! Because I know."

That's what I said.

If I didn't know, would I bother to annotate you like that?

... Isn't this guy an asshole after all?

Ginette turns a dazzling smile like the sun to me when I accidentally frown.

I understand very well that you are welcome. But I'm getting a little worried because I'm too defenseless.

Is that it? Protective appetite?

No way......

Anyway, now we have the base for the moment.

Find out about this city, find the money maker seeds... whatever, you might want to take over this store. This guy...... Ginette wouldn't realize how stupid he is if he didn't set up his moxibustion that tight. Getting this store for tuition might not be a bad idea.

Turning his gaze, Ginette and I looked at each other.

At that moment, Ginette made a small, gutsy pose and happily said this.

"Keep up the good work on Piotsky Day!

"Buuuuuuu!?

"Wha!? Oh, customers!? What's wrong!? Customer!?

Ginette gently strokes my back squatting......

Hey, it could be quite dangerous to be with this guy...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

What are you smiling at, this guy?

... Well, it's 100% my fault...

Thus, I became a resident employee at the Yangdu Pavilion, a parrot cafeteria in District 42.

The job description is mainly... a scratch for an asshole shopkeeper, right?