Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Handsome con man, Oobayashiro knows..."

Davada ~ da ~ ba ~ davada ~ davada ~ ♪

In different worlds, modern technology is treasured and…

Japanese food sells!

To be precise, a meal familiar to the Japanese is -.

Besides, it doesn't have to be such a reclining thing.

If it's called a "rare thing," the customer eats it like it's funny.

Like curry, hamburger, spaghetti napolita to na.

but you don't even need to stick to it that much. The point is, 'How to catch your eye' is the key.

So here's what I'd recommend!

Tetted, tetted! "Mr. Rabbit, apple" ~!

Easy to make. And cute!

Just leave it right next to the lunch plate. The girl and child are wary.

You can sell cute things in any world!

That's why when I finished donating to the church and came back to the Yang Mai Pavilion, I was making Mr. Rabbit apples in my own room. I leave the preparation of my lunch to Ginette. Estella and Magda will also be helping.

Bring two larger apples and take that into the shape of a rabbit. Eight rabbits are made of one, and a total of sixteen rabbits are lined up on a plate.

I'm perfectly done. Super cute. If you say it high school girl style, "Don't be a jerk - are you?

Even I'm sixteen years old in flesh and thirty-six years old in soul, it's a cuteness that I'm going to stumble upon by accident.

This... sells!

Make a ladies plate or something, Mr. Rabbit. Give him a little apple and he'll catch stylish ladies and stuff easily. Eat in.

Besides, it's easy to make and it's easy for everyone to do as long as they learn how to do it. In no time, it caused a major movement within District 42, and the visibility of its main mountain, the Yangdu Pavilion, rises to eel. More customers, more profits.

The rabbit saves the dining room!

Come on. When I stood up to give you the revelation, the door knocked in good time.

"Mr. Yashiro, lunch is ready."

"Damn, why don't you help me out a little too? It was your idea, wasn't it?

"... Magda, I helped"

Eventually, my three daughters slip into my room.

Here, don't take it personally. It's a private area.

"So, what were you doing?

"We weren't playing, were we?" And Estella's eyes stare at me.

Of course it is.

I was producing a savior to save this dining room.

If I patent this, I'll be rich, won't I?

"Look! My work!

"Wow!

"... oh"

"This is..."

Seeing a sloppy line of rabbit-san apples, Ginette grins, Magda leaks an exclamation, and Estella observes with a sharp gaze like an appraiser.

"I cut the apple into rabbit shapes"

"It's amazing! Very cute, Mr. Yashiro!

"... cute"

Heh heh, he's responding well. Right on target.

"So, what are we gonna do with this apple?

"You don't think I'd take a woman if I accompanied her to the lunch plate?

"I think! I'm sure you'll be happy to be cute!

"... I want to take it home"

Yeah, yeah. You bet. You bet. You think so, don't you?

"... so. So, what are we gonna do?

Only one person, Estella, looks uncomfortable.

It's more of a disgusting look than that.... What, you don't like apples?

"Whatever you do, you eat normally."

"Huh..."

"... Huh?

As soon as I said I was going to eat, the air in the place that was so exciting froze.

Ginette's smile hardens and leads to Magda being as faceless as her soul has fallen out.

Yes, no... what?

It's an apple, right?

You'll eat, that's it.

"Eat............ Ru, is it? Take this?"

"Ah, ah. You want some apples?

You're not gonna eat in this city? You don't say "because it's red" like salmon, do you?

In the meantime, try one, Mr. Rabbit. Pick up the apple.

"" Ah!?

Ginette and Magda simultaneously leaked their voices.

... What, as much as I tried to eat an apple.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Yashiro... that rabbit... are you really, really going to eat ~?

"What the fuck? It's an apple, right? You're not gonna eat in this city?

"No, I'll have an apple. Very tasty. But..."

Ginette looked very serious and said strange words.

"That rabbit is so cute, isn't she?

... So I want to say what.

Totally. I'm weirdly overemotional. Like an apple in the shape of a rabbit...

I ignored Ginette and Magda and stuck with the apple, Mr. Rabbit....... No, I tried to twist, but I couldn't.

"............... what kind of money?

Estella's knife is stuck in my throat.

"That's our line."

"No, you're on this line."

"No, it's this line."

"Whatever you think, it's our line."

"This way!

"This way!

"Oh, you know, both of you! So why don't you say it?

Because?

"I'm coming. Let's go!

"" What mane!?

"Yes. Well done."

"No, what is this!? What's the point!?

It was a total waste of time.

"What the hell, Estella? You want some too?

"You can't possibly do that, can you?

Close the lid tightly, turn away and tell Estella to throw up.

"I love cute things!

... What are you talking about?

"No... it's an apple, huh? Look, look closely."

"Stop it, stay away from me! Love moves!

"I understand, Mr. Estella!

No, it's a big deal. And don't get it, Ginette.

"If you're going to eat that rabbit... Yashiro, I'll kill you and I'll die too!

"It's heavy!

What, this apple is your kid!?

"Look closely! It's just apples! Here, hold it! Look! And eat!

"Stop it! If you stroke me, I'll make sure you can't let go! But I know! The apples, the next day... no, they discolor in a few hours... they decay... ugh!

"Huh!?

No, "Huh!? 'Cause it's an apple!

"As sad as that sounds...... I never get used to each other from the start!

"So it's a big deal!

Not at all.

Apparently, Mr. Rabbit, apples are a failure. If you get overreacted so far, you won't be in business.

Since it is not obvious, I put my finger on Mr. Rabbit's ear to tear the apple off if he was Mr. Rabbit.

Magda grabs the hand gently.

"... don't do anything terrible to the creature, no"

"You were dancing and eating rampant cows!

I just don't want you to tell me!

"... more cute than a cow, Mr. Rabbit"

"You, that statement, it's pretty awful."

Cows are pathetic.

"What the... I thought I could use it to visit the Yangdu Pavilion..."

I don't think so. It's a big mistake.

"Oh, um... Huh!

Ginette calls out to me like I'm seriously going to snap.

"I'm really glad that Mr. Yashiro worked so hard to think about it. Besides, this doesn't mean it's bad in itself... rather, I think it's a very nice idea. If you do, you'll all love it."

"But you're not gonna eat, are you?

"It's..."

"Apples are food. You can't stop eating food. Isn't it a common perception in this city that it's not good to play with food?

"Sure... but..."

He seems to be trying to inspire me somehow, but if it's not accompanied by results, it doesn't make sense. And if it doesn't make sense, I can't convince myself.

So that's enough.

This apple will be delicious to me later. Without these guys.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this responsibly.... Never make it again"

"Ahhh!

Ginette stops me from trying to lower the plate with the apple on it.

It's like I decided to, but with a seeping look of anxiety.

"Wah, I... I... I will eat!

And he holds his fists in both hands and says them in a squeezing voice.

"I can't believe that Mr. Yashiro stopped thinking about the draft at the corner without even considering it... I don't like it! So, I, I eat!

That said, take one apple from the plate.

…………

Mr. Rabbit stares jiggly at the apple and cringes his throat.

That would come not from the emotion of "looking delicious," but from extreme tension.

"............ so, then......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"No, that's enough! I'm sorry!

Finally, Ginette began to tear with tears.

It's not enough to eat like that.

I'll take the apple, Mr. Rabbit, and stroke Ginette's head trying to keep her mind down until she tries her best.

"Well done..."

That's the occasion to say, here?

"... I'm sorry... I couldn't eat..."

"Well, I can't help it."

You usually eat rabbits, right?

It would be a preliminary prey to the hunt.

So, why are Estella and Magda applauding Ginette?

What's a nice fight? It's weird.

I kind of spent my time and strength on something extra.

I thought it was a classic lunch box, but Mr. Rabbit doesn't have apples. That kind of information is likely to need to be gathered about the human tastes and beliefs of this city, what it is attracted to and what it avoids.

We faced new challenges, but, well, we can go after them.

It's a hunt now.

That's why we were coming to the gates of District 41 with a ton of lunch boxes.

There are no gates in the 42nd arrondissement to go outside, and the closest one is this 41st arrondissement gate.

Setting up a gate would have the advantage of collecting an introductory tax, but it would take more money, time and effort to guard and maintain the gate.

And the gates of places as unattractive as District 42 don't increase traffic as much, and you can't expect to earn money.

Outside District 42 it is immediately wooded, which is also a factor in decreasing traffic. Few people travel on foot, and most people entering or leaving the city use carriages. So, if there is, we'll need a well-maintained street. It's nonsense to ride a carriage through the woods.

District 42 is where I finally entered after struggling through the woods.

I could cut my butt and tear the gatekeeper apart.

That's why District 42 is one of the few districts that doesn't have a gate despite being located in the outer perimeter of Allbloom. They say there are other districts that don't have gates, but I guess there's a reason there's a problem there.

So, it's the gates of District 41... well, that means it's not as big a city as District 41. It's somewhat better than District 42.

A stubborn stone gate surrounds a large wooden gate over twenty metres high. Until... I hope not, but the year is running out. If you care about that, you're going to be able to break it in dozens.

Can you prevent beasts and all that stuff at this gate? Aren't you the opposition or whatever you want to be in there?

I guess it's the vigilante from District 41 who's the gatekeeper. Dozens of soldiers all wear the same type of armor. Next to the gate hangs a flag with a lion emblem on it.

"I don't know what it means for a permit in District 42 to take effect when you cross the gates of District 41?

"Well, that's like dating there." If anything happens, we'll accommodate a lot of things, so take a good look at it. "We have mutual thoughts."

"Heh."

Estella got it for me, my entrance permit. Should it also be referred to as a provisional residence permit in District 42 rather than as an introductory permit? They act like my ID.

By the way, it doesn't cost them any money when they get out of the city.

Bringing things out of the city is tax-free too.

It costs money when you get started, and taxes are levied on bringing things in.

They take out lunches like this one, and they tax it when they take it back without eating it.... what the hell. Though it is safe to say that the contents are not taxable.

For the most part, bread and dried meat are common foods to bring out, and they are sold. If you don't tax them, you can insist that "this is leftover" and bring bread and dried meat to the city without tax. In that case, bakeries and butchers in the city will be damaged. It's a procedure to keep you from doing so.

... and you won't be able to sell lunch boxes for food. Well, I guess when you start saying that, the line pulling becomes obscure and annoying.

The exit procedure was surprisingly light and I was able to leave immediately.

It sounds like a lot of trouble when you get started, but it's easy to get out.

"When we get started, it's going to cost the three of us 1,200 RB."

When I left the gate, a vigilante soldier told me that.

Magda has a membership card for the hunting guild and is therefore not included in the number.

Trading guilds, hunting guilds, and sea fishing guilds pay introductory taxes on an annual basis for each guild because they frequently go outside the outer walls at work.

For this reason, if you don't even have something that is taxable, you won't be taken on a one-time basis.

But just residents who are not members of those guilds are collected gold every time they are introduced.

"1200 RB or you better get out. I won't be able to go home."

"It's okay. It's well prepared."

Estella replies a little grumpy.

I thought Osama, this soldier, was a kind guy... there's no such thing as, "What kind of person in the 42nd arrondissement has 1200 RB?" It seemed like a jerk.

"Well. Shall we go soon, then? It's a waste of time selling oil here."

Estella leads us in an irresistible tone of frustration.

Hmm...

After walking about two steps I stopped and looked back at the gate. and the earlier soldier Osama sees himself teasing the big yawn in his spare time.

"Mr. Yashiro, what's wrong?

Ginette asks as she rushes over here if she realizes I stopped her leg.

As followed by Ginette like that, the same expressionless Magda and Estella, who still conceived her anger, also turned back to me.

"I thought I could get through 500 RB."

When you say so in a floating tone, Estella's eyes sit in an instant.

"No way, even counterfeit coins are made to make up for what's missing."

Come on, you're not buying me too high.

Can you make counterfeit coins in a place like this without any preparation?

"No."

"So what do you do?

"What do you think we're gonna do?

To Ginette, who exposed her eyes so pure that she was defenseless, I dared to return the question with a question. I have a big prediction, but I was wondering how this guy would answer.

"Uh-huh... that's right..."

Ginette, shaking her neck to the left and right, "Come on, come on, come on," suddenly gives off her expression where she was worried for a moment. And I said this out of my mind.

"Okay! You help the vigilante make enough money!

Doya!... and that's the face.

I'm sorry about the confidence, but I don't know one thing.

That doesn't mean I went through it for 500 RB, and it would be cheaper to pay a regular amount of money if I were to devote more or less effort to that.

"So you're selling anything of value?

When Ginette's remarks are lightly accented by her expression alone, Estella now hits her own answer.

"So that would deviate from the condition of" 500 RB, "right?

You make up for what you're missing with something different, it doesn't make sense that you're being cut off after all.

... No, wait. If we can not cut ourselves off and even a substitute for exploiting more gold than its worth, could we profit instead for free?

"Estella, I said good things. All right, Ginette. Give me the see-through pants you're wearing right now."

"Phew!?

Ginette's face, with a strange voice, is instantly dyed bright red.

"Nah, what, how do you know!? Did you see that, Mr. Yashiro?!?

"No, I'm just saying, are you wearing that now?"

He was the one who impressed me in the courtyard before.

My gaze unexpectedly turns to Ginette's waist.

And, Ginette puts her hands on him to hide near her waist, and she rears a long way from me.

"Because it's not like that to go outside the outer walls, so what makes you say that Russia is in the mood...! Repent, repent!

I see. Is Ginette a wingman wearing battle pants?

"But, Ginette. The other guy is that Osama. If it's those see-through pants you took off, the introductory tax for the three of you is not to mention double that..."

A cold feeling suddenly ran into my neck to persuade me.

To my own crisis, which I unconsciously perceived, I stopped my words and turned my gaze only to you.

and a knife 20 cm across the blade was stuck in the neck. And slowly asks me with the look of Estella holding that knife pattern containing madness.

"Which do you prefer to confess now, or be beheaded now? I'll give you three seconds."

"I'm sorry!

The reflexes were as quick as they were, and I uttered an apology.

Scary, scary, scary! You're too scary because you could do it for real!

"Totally. If you don't make as many jokes as you do, one day you're gonna see painful eyes, okay?

That's what I want to tell you about knives in my nostrils.

Don't poke a knife at people for joking. If you're serious, I'd like you to stop.

I don't care how many lives you have...

And I was accidentally pulled with a little cuff.

Seeing it, Magda, reluctantly grabbing the sleeve of my clothes, stared at my face as she peered directly into it.

"Hmm? What?

"... Magda's pants... are you there?

"Yashiro!

"Mr. Yashiro!

A reprehensible voice rises from both Estella and Ginette.

So I guess I haven't said anything yet!

"Sorry, Magda. In my country, girls are caught just in possession."

……

The trick of slamming your neck is expressionless but not adorable. but it's obvious that it's useless to explain this any further, so leave the Magda thing alone for the first time.

Hmm... Oh, wait, wait.

Why don't you ask Magda? I'm interested in what wisdom this guy squeezes out.

Sometimes this kind of blurry idea can open up a dilemma with sharp cuts.

If this guy's idea can be used, let me make a lot of use of it in the future.

"Magda. What would you do? To get through the gate at 500 RB"

…………

Magda puts her arms together and turns her thoughts around.

And then, most of the time, he looks up and sends an answer in an unchallenged voice.

".................. good luck"

"Yeah, okay. It was my fault."

I expected something from this guy. I was the idiot.

I'm in the middle of a rush to see in recent years.

Totally... I can't help but get this guy and all his gear together...

"I'm going to demonstrate it now, just watch it there"

I said, I left the three of them on the spot and moved on to Osama, an earlier soldier.

Osama, the soldier, is still looking free.

The other soldiers haven't changed as much, but that Osama saw it as particularly insignificant.

It seems like the older of them, and that's why nobody blames it. Therefore, you can take such a full attitude.

If you're going to be the target, that Osama is definitely the most appropriate one.

"What, you forgot something? I'm sorry, but for whatever reason once you're out there, there's an introductory tax on you when you come in, okay?

First gently flush Osama's statement, who laughs nasty in the guise of kindness, before taking the story with him.

Actually, I need to talk to you about something.

That said, I move my index finger a little bit and send a signal to lend me an ear.

And, Osama didn't even show a surprise bare gesture, he kept his ears close.

To Osama like that, I will plant the seeds of decadence.

I'm talking about...

Scratching the main points and telling them concisely, it was the expression that didn't change, but I could see that Osama's eye color had clearly changed.

"What do you say? Tighten it up for three and 500 RB. Will you let me through?

"As it were, well, if that's the case..."

"Wait a minute!

At the time Osama nodded, he raised his voice as Estella interrupted.

When I saw it, three people, including Ginette and Magda, stood behind me.

"What were you talking about now?

"Hmm? So let's talk about the spirit of letting us through here for 500 RB..."

"That's why I'm listening."

Estella hands on her nostalgia.

All right, all right. Don't stare at me like that because I'll talk to you properly. And don't ever take out a knife.

"Oh, my God. I'm going to wrap you around 500 RB, so I'm talking about sneaking you through. There's only three of us, we just have to make it 'something we didn't get started', and there's no way, right?

All you have to do is give us a few slow blinks as we walk through the gate.

And no one will notice if you 'pretend to have written' on your books.

That's all this Osama gets 500 RB apart from his salary.

We go up cheap and Osama earns extra money.

This is exactly what Win-Win's relationship would be.

"You shouldn't take this seriously, soldier. An unauthorized introduction is an execution without commutation. The man who guided you is guilty of the same crime."

"Wow, I know!

To Estella's point, the soldier Osama is visibly wolfish.

Oh, this is no good. This guy doesn't know how to throw up a lie.

On the day you get a bribe, you can't stand to brag about digging a grave, or your suspicious boss interrogates you and you're at the end of it.

"Not at all. You really come up with things that aren't even Rokuro."

"I'm just saying there's a way to do that."

"I knew I had to keep an eye on you."

Estella stares at me.

So, even though it's a parable.... Well, if that's what you need, it's a way of choosing without hesitation.

But now the seeds of decadence were planted inside this soldier's ossan.

People who find out there's such a way, even if they don't think that's a good idea, get stuck with the sweet delusion of "if you do it..." at the mundane time.

The rest depends on Osama's mind.

If Osama's heart is weak, he will dye his hands at the evil. That won't happen if you're strong, that's all.

This Osama dyed his hands and corrupted the evil, but that's not what I know.

It's a little fun back there.

If you look down on people too much, you're going to overlook that Temehe's starting to break his foot.

At the end of a gate that crept through while dropping such a spark.

It was a plain on one side.

I guess there aren't many rides in the carriage here. There are not as many roads and fewer roads as there are streets.

"... This is the gate used mainly by unionists in hunting guilds"

Magda explains it to me in the end.

If you ask me, there are guys over there dressed like that.

"... mostly around five people to party and act"

That said, Magda starts walking in charge of the masacri.

Walk ahead of us and be dressed for us to follow.

After a while of walking, Magda pounded and...

"... it's been a long time since I've walked with someone like this"

I muttered those words.

Has this guy been out hunting alone before?

But I guess this isn't the first time it's been a long time.

Even at my age, that seems to refer to when I accompanied my parents.

Magda's ears tickle as she walks forward.

As if our ears were clear in our footsteps walking behind us.

"… today, good luck"

The words without the discouragement whined to no one sounded somewhere fun.

Though............... you eat as hard as you can.

The better.

After a short walk, a simple tent became scattered here and there.

Is it even securing a location where forests are closer and based?

"I see. They have to cook a meal, so you can't go any further."

Estella makes such inferences.

In addition to travel time, it would probably be most efficient to set up a tent around here, given cooking time, and turning back time.

We can't go that far without staying out.

"So shall we set up a tent around here, too?

Ginette says that. but...

"No, we're going further."

"Right. We don't have to cook thanks to lunch. Plus, if we get to places where people don't go, we'll have plenty of prey."

Estella's right.

You can't succeed if you were doing the same thing as people.

We have to take the lead in what people don't do.

The hunters, who noticed us going ahead without tents, point at us and leak laughter.

You can say whatever you want about "greedy and eventually letting your prey go" or "there's reckless idiots".

Ginette gets a truly anxious look at those words.

but ignore words like that. Ignore. Only the guy who says that digs a grave cheaply after a successful man gets out.

If you can believe you're right, you can only ignore outfield voices.

But he can accept the premise that no one can blame him for failing.

"... into the woods, there are beasts that sell high"

"Well, that's the target for today."

We're not going for a steady income, we're going for a one-shot big guy.

Anyway, we have an invincible tiger tribe over here.

It's a slightly harder race to handle, but it would be a comforting earner's head if used up.

It would be foolish to spare that hassle and let it go 'hard to use'.

Even the hardest guys to manipulate are the strongest. It's hard to master, but once you make it your own, it becomes something you can't push or be pushed.

but the guy who doesn't get enough of it gets halfway.

Halfway through is not the best. If you want to do it, but not if you don't. That's the basics for making money.

That's why we go into the woods without hesitation.

Proceed through the deep woods.

They say this forest stretches all the way up to the 42nd arrondissement.

... Is it something that can't pass through the city's outer walls by passing on trees?

"Illegal introduction is the death penalty."

"... he said he knew"

How did you know what I was thinking, Estella? Something scares me, you.

"What I think is on my face. You're easy to understand."

There's no way. I'm a genius cheater.

Oh, this me, the genius handsome con man.

"... Shh."

Suddenly, Magda's leg stops.

Lower your posture and put your index finger on your mouth.

".................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Magda's cat ears move flaccid.

Well, it's tiger ears, to be exact.

Everyone kills their breath and the forest is surrounded by silence.

We're all staring in the same direction as Magda's gaze.

Concentrate your consciousness behind Magda's staring woods dressed to shelter you on Magda's back.

Painfully quiet in the ear.

No heart or I can't breathe. I feel the air is thin.

Besides, sweat erupts from all over my body.

...... hot.

It's like being blurred with flames, attacked by such an unpleasant feeling.

Is this the tension in the hunting grounds..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

What, are you hot? Hot.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Too much heat, I look back.

Then... right behind me, there was a big cow wrapped in flames that burned all over his body.

".................. Ah, it was that way"

"You feel the signs, you suck!?

You're getting your back taken as much as you want, and you're so close!?

Bumo, wow, wow!

A cattle in a burning flame, somehow, will not be burned with that flame, but will stare at us with a lively eye.

It's the eye of a beast after its prey.

"Is that Bonacon?"

Mouth names that Estella has never even heard of.

Bonacon?

You got a cow like that?

"Warcraft living in these woods... a monster, to put it bluntly"

Monster!?

Is there such a thing?

No, it's not weird to be in a different world like there are beasts!

"... be careful Bonacon will fly a burning hun when he gets excited"

"Don't overdo it, that attack!?

While I was saying something like that, Bonacon started pointing his butt at us.

Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y!

Hung's gonna fly!

"Magda! Do something!

"... leave it to me"

If you say so, 'He who glowed red moya' - my abbreviation 'Red Moya' envelops Magda's entire body.

And a flash...

Instantly settled.

Magda, approaching Bonacon at a speed that is also difficult to follow with her eyes, gently wields a giant mascari, breaking Bonacon's body.

With an absolute difference in force, Magda finishes a blow Bonacon.

So, here's the real deal.

"Magda! Patience a little! I'm starting to eat lunch right away!

Without waiting to serve his lunch, Magda was still clinging to the meat of Bonacon, which was still rocking the flames.

"Ginette, hurry! Bonacon will be eaten up!

"Yes! Oh, shit! Hey, wait a minute!

Ginette about to rush off her bag.

I take out my lunches without hesitation and start feeding my meals.

"No, Yashiro! They've already eaten 60% of the time!

"Shit! Stop, Magda!

While I find it futile, I jump at Magda and get thrown away by example.

I can't even hold the comma for a second.

"Ready! Mr. Magda, it's dinner!

"... Huh!?

Magda, who was wrapped around Bonacon, reacts to Ginette's removed lunch box.

I see.

Bonacon is raw meat, so it's not that good.

Magda knows Ginette's lunch box tastes better.

Therefore, he reacted to the lunch box even when he was losing himself because of hunger.

"Mr. Magda! Deep-fried birds!

"... eat up!

Magda throws away Bonacon's meat and jumps to fry it.

... No, don't throw it away.

Magda scratches her lunch with great momentum on her ass, and I pick up Bonacon's meat.

Still a little hot. but not enough to hold.

"Loss is more than 80%, something like that"

Estella gives me a little extravagant bag of cloth.

"It's a fine cloth to add meat from a magical monster. It also has the strength to withstand Bonacon flames"

Is it an item born because it is a world where warcraft exists?

I don't know what the principle is, but it would be better than putting it in a regular bag.

"I wonder how much it costs to sell Bonacon meat"

"I don't know. I don't know the right price, but I think it's worth a lot."

"What's the basis for that?

"Bonacon is a luxury ingredient that can only be seen in superior stores in the Central District."

"Really?

"Ah. You've only spoken of aristocracy and some luxury merchandise?

Did Magda eat such precious meat without knowing what it tasted like...

I need some. It's tough.

But super fancy ingredients...

The meat left on hand is roughly around 10 km.

I don't know how much this will cost...... awesome looking forward to it.

"Well, let's go home."

I enjoy redeeming too much and want to go home as soon as possible.

Making Magda hold her lunch seems to work.

I like that he was unconsciously distracted by his lunch box.

Even if you come hunting alone, you won't have to eat your prey if you let them serve lunch from the start.

Considering the introductory tax, we can't follow you. I may need to accompany you until I get used to lunch boxes.

"I know you're in a hurry, but why don't we eat before then?

"Right. If you ask me, I'm hungry."

It's a victory celebration.

Don't you say cheers with a lunch box that I was a little excited to make?

And, looking back...

".................. hungry, full"

There was an empty lunchbox, and a satisfied belly magda, and a grated and wolfish ginet.

"Oh, um... Magda's appetite didn't know where to stay... it couldn't be stopped"

..................... Seriously.

I walked quite a bit until I got here... and I had to walk the same distance to get back to the city...

Deep deep in the woods.

We lost our food..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................