Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

The men ate it about two days after they were fed.

"Come on, Mr. Omero. Did you hear that?

"What is it, Mr. Mormat?"

"Whatever, Cantartica bug noise, that sounds like a mistake."

"What do you mean, a mistake?

"The pros looked into it, and they said it was highly unlikely that the bugs would mix in."

"Hey, what the heck! That means Cantalchica's rice is safe."

"Oh, that's exactly what I'm talking about. Now I feel safe eating hamburgers every day, I prefer vegetables."

"That's good news! I can't believe I can't eat a hamburger, 'cause it's like life fades away, and I definitely prefer fish."

"No, no, ha-ha"

"Holy crap, haha"

Cheerful crocodiles and raccoons are laughing at each other with big bodies.

... Don't they have a playheart?

I spoke to Estella and asked her to temporarily allow her to operate on favourable terms for Cantartica.

Initially, it is forbidden to advertise other stores in some store. Because you're in trouble. Most of all, it is excluded if it is in a cooperative relationship by mutual agreement, as in the case of Yangdu Pavilion and Cantartica.

Well, it's like manners when you say no.

However, he was unable to do so and requested assistance from a restaurant located in District 42.

A malicious act of harassment was committed against Cantartica. Leaving this behind could cause slow damage to other stores...

I had the restaurant, which is a member of the 42nd District Food and Beverage Guild, urgently summoned under the authority of the Lords to explain the revelations. At the same time, he asked for information and then sent requests for cooperation to other guilds.

The result was a radish play by two Osama's earlier.

It's not just those two, it's getting various collaborators to hit plays like they just did in the 42nd Ward.

This is bait.

If the purpose of their man-made mixing of insects is to crush Cantartica, they should take action if they hear that their actions are not effective.

If not, until we set up another operation.

The obvious act of stema can also be nasty if all the inhabitants understand it. Everyone is working together to bring back the stigma of Cantartica.

"If there is a problem, can we do a selling act? Then we'll do our own thing too..." No idiot will come out.

"Ah, Yashiro! It's those two! Definitely!"

Look out the kitchen window in Cantalchica and confirm the target.

If you are an unrecognizable face and are not a traveler, you are likely to be from another district.

That's what I thought, so I put my brothers on the border of the district, and I said, "Let them know when the good pair of Gatais get here."

After all the scattered differences, they finally caught the real deal.

A good pair of Gatais come straight to Cantalchica.

Are you some gladiator? My muscles are buoyant and my clothes are going to rip off.

"Um, Mr. Yashiro. Will Hamburg be ready?

"Right. Make one perfect guy who's absolutely free of imperfections."

"Yes."

Me and Ginette have been coming to Cantalchica for help the last few days.

Paula was in charge of customer service and cooking, so she couldn't prepare herself to fish the target.

So we brought Ginette, who is a perfect master of hamburgers.

In addition to Ginette, the kitchen also refrains from Estella and Natalia. It takes a few people to make a hamburger that is sure to contain no foreign matter. Manage excessively thoroughly for a perfect hamburger with no 100% deficiency.

"Besides, if I told you there was a bug in there..."

"That's black."

You can take it with the current offender and catch him, but if you monitor him too openly, you can stop the offense itself.

You should keep it to the point of subtle observation.

"Hey! Order!

"Hurry up!

A good pair of gatai...... annoying so right and left muscles are fine...... but irritating and roughing up my voice.

"I have to go"

"Wait."

Call off Paula trying to get to customer service.

I don't want those customers to be alert.

Better alert than the clerk I saw the first time he served a customer. The odds of finding out are lower than the second time.

"I'll go."

Punch Paula in the head with a pound, and I'll correct the collar.

Today he is wearing a waiter's costume to match the atmosphere of Cantalchica.

In Cantalchica, men don't seem to hire, the waiter's costume is his own.... I'm the only one cosplay...

When I went out into the hall, my right muscle was inviting me in a big gesture.

My left muscle hits my sharp gaze all the time trying to stare at me and kill me.

"Yes - yes, I'm home!"

In a fluffy tone, I turn to customer service.

This is what these muscles would think when they see these types of clerks. "Oh, this guy's never gonna find out. Phew, that's chocolate," he said.

"What can I get you?

"It's a hamburger. Bring it in ten seconds."

"Ju ~ bi ~? Eh ~ …………………………………………"

After thinking about plenty of ten seconds or so, I turn my pretty smile to my right muscle.

"Yes, as soon as possible"

"I guess it's already been ten seconds! Are you licking me!?

"Huh? You want me to lick the hamburger and then serve it to you?

"Oh no!

The right muscle duns the table. The well-made, heavy table seemed deflective for a moment.... awesome arm strength...

"Whoa! I'm liquor! Bring me the most expensive liquor in this store!

Step on it when the price is free, and the left muscle puts in an order on track.

"The fee will be paid in advance, do you mind?

"Ugh.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Cantartica is a prepayment system.

If you want to drink the most expensive liquor, don't do it until you can offer Pong and a lot of money.

Eventually, the right muscle ordered hamburgers and wine, while the left muscle ordered ales and a special sausage.

Receive the price and return to the kitchen.

"... Yashiro. You're a very frustrating genius."

I get praised by Estella at the kitchen entrance.

"Do you admire it? You want me to sign it?

"I'm going to be cursed, so I won't."

You hateful bastard.

I suppose they can be thorough with their thoughts and evil thanks to what I've done. "I'm annoyed, so let's smash him down".

This is an operation, too, right?

"Mr. Yashiro, this is the perfect version of Hamburg."

Receive the perfect hamburger from Ginette, just looking at it.

... I wonder if I can find out if it's a little bit?

"Mr. Ginette. I forgot to put the sauce on."

"Ah! Excuse me. Looks like it wasn't perfect."

She peeks her tongue adorably and scratches Ginette's cheek shyly.

"Shit! This is the girl power!?

"I want to apprentice, but I don't think I can imitate it!

Estella and Natalia are taking mysterious damage.

"Nice, natural!

"That's good, nature is!

"Oh, um... me, not naturally..."

"" "" Nature says so!

"Why are you even in on Mr. Yashiro and Mr. Paula!?

I'll put on the sauce that Ginette forgot to call.

It'll taste delicious, too.

"Delicious ~ Rabubu-kun "

"... what kind of spell is that sure is going to be cursed..."

Estella steps away from me softly.

I don't know what you're talking about... magic that makes you delicious, do you? It's a magical word for a man from all over the world to freak out with a nosebleed boom, right?

Then I'll write it down by name with the sauce I'll put on the hamburger. Kids and big friends are thrilled.

That's why I carry it to my right muscle with a hamburger of affection and refinement.

I wrote down 'Muckimuki' in the sauce for Hamburg.

"Oh my God, are you licking me!?

"No, no, I haven't licked you yet."

"What's 'not yet'?!? I'm not trying to lick you! Don't lick it!

"Are you a cat"... I won't tell you because I would never tell you.

Put the hamburger down, put the other sausages down, and I'll leave the muscles' seats.

Uh-oh, he's so gaze stabbed in the back. Wow. It's amazing.

Looking through the store.

Excellent customer entry. Moderately crowded, but not in a stuffed state that prevents movement.

... of course.

Because all the people here are 'planted'.

Cantartica is currently virtually closed.

The guests here now are all people who know what's going on, and they're asking us to move so we don't get in the way of our actions.

Nevertheless, I have two simple orders because they are just people who are not playful.

One is' Don't Look at the Target '. I'll find out.

So, the other one is, 'Eat normally'... this is the most effective one. These guys are background. They're the ones classified as tools. It's not even an extra.

Now... hide in the 'big tools' and see how it goes...

Although, I can only pretend to be working and keep my ears shut because I can't be watching jizzy. Anyway, if you're on guard, that's where it ends.

If you just want to return the Kantartika stigma, you can just arrest him for the current offender. It's a simple solution.

"This was harassment. Cantartica is not guilty".

But then there's too little damage to the muscles.

Sekiyama is good enough to make it off-limits.

Then it's raw and warm...... I need to make sure I never have an idea to defy you again.

I know their M.O. 'cause Paula showed me the conversation record, Cumbassation Records.

He's about to slice into a hamburger and say it out loud.

"Whoa! What's going on, this!?

Yeah. Exactly the same line.

Are these guys stupid?

Do exactly the same thing in the same store...

But now it's clear.

These guys are not golden eyes, they definitely depend on crushing Cantalchica.

Let's plant a bad image with the same obsession over and over again.

How many people around you say, "Cantartica is not bad. It's the muscles that are bad," I said, and these guys don't stop. Believe it or not, it doesn't matter. Because the purpose is to make noise here and keep it in people's memories.

So you have to figure it out... how dangerous it is what you guys are doing.

"What have you done?

"What's wrong with you? You're not doing this! Look at this!

The right muscle points to the hamburger.

"... 'Mukkimuki'... pup. What, this?

"I guess you wrote that! It's not there to see, it's in the hamburger!

I was told, when I turned my gaze to Hamburg... there was a giant bat in my face at this sight.

Really... I wonder how you got in...

"Look closely, Cora! There must be bugs in there! Is this store supposed to feed its customers bugs!?

It's the same line I saw in the conversation record Cumbassation Records. Every word is different.

It's not "It had bugs in it," it's "It had bugs in it." I am not lying because I am in the current situation. And with the line, "Are you trying to feed the guests?", "It's the store's fault that the bugs were in there," he illuminates those around him.

Someone let you in, or they scam you that doesn't fit your height.

Perhaps if I asked "you guys put in the bugs," these guys would say: "Do you have proof," "Did you see," "Are you willing to make a claim". If I'm behind this, I'll teach you to say so. Cut backwards, switch arguments, and make it aye-free. And then you keep intimidating them with big voices and you keep shredding your strength and energy for them to tell the truth.

I broke my heart and said, "Enough. Let's end this situation as soon as we hear what you have to say," and the store thinks about it. You will have surrendered completely.

It's troublesome, but you have to hold your heart strong and keep saying, "Different things are different."

Most of all, I hate idiots like this who can only intimidate less than scumbags to death... and stand up to reason with a strong heart... what a big deal.

... You've got the wrong person to sell your kemps, dickhead. No, three down. No, no, there's non-combustible waste.

These are the industrial waste that God had to put out when he made the world.

Trash goes to the trash can.

To scum, do what scum deserves.

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

Put your arms together and tilt your neck grandly.

Phew, you'll be upset, this move.... with the wax, right?

"What's wrong with you! There must be a bug in there! How are you going to take responsibility, Cora!?

"It's in... not a 'put in' mistake?

"What themee!? Evidence, too!?

"You saw it!? You can't just skip the proper thing!

Hmm, as expected... you're returning the textbook as expected.

"Well, okay, just calm down and listen to me."

I start to explain in a slow tone, with both hands saying, "How are you," the men screaming hysterically?

Yes. Be polite, as fools know very well.

"In this case, I think we can think of two cases... the first is the possibility that they went in before baking"

Freshly poking your index finger, I'll mention the first possibility.

I look at the men, but I don't see any particular bare gestures coming between my mouths. I guess I'm trying not to say anything bad for fear of getting caught up in The Spirit's Judgement.

Good choice.

Then why don't we just come to a conclusion?

"But that's impossible. Look at that. Even though the meat has a good fire through it, this bug, every single one of his legs, remains clean. You know the temperature of baking hamburgers? If you were in there, you wouldn't stay so pretty."

"Ugh..."

"What the fuck is that!? Then I guess that means I'm in later!

As soon as the left muscle raised a small groan, he just uttered that the right muscle would not tolerate it.

Whoa. You okay with not deciding on a dull spot? If you talk poorly, you'll strangle yourself.

"That's impossible."

But I'm going to deny it.

Then, it was determined, the right muscle aroused.

"Why are you running out of words like that!? I wouldn't know if you guys had gotten into a gap with your eyes off!

I knew this guy was in danger. If you keep stirring it up, you're going to blow yourself up one of these days... well. You spat a convenient word, so I'll try to get on with it here.

"That means. This bug went into the hamburger of its own free will... but take another look."

I point to a bat that faces out of a slice of hamburger.

Yes, the bat is "in the face" from Hamburg.

"Why, did you get in through your ass? Sleep well, even though you're in bed."

Normally, if a bug goes into food, it's something you stick out of your head.

Possibilities you've been poking around from somewhere else? No, because there's no hole anywhere but a cut.

Hamburg has been hit many times to get the air out. There are few cavities in the meat. It's supposed to open a hole or so because it cracks inside like that. There is no such thing.

Therefore, this bat did not enter Hamburg of its own free will.

"Besides, this bat... it's crazy..."

"So what's wrong with you!?

The right and left muscles stand like they pinch me, staring at me like a young man.

Yeah, I'm not scared, like that.

Okay? If you want to get your hands on me... don't just... Natalia will.

Nice to meet you! If you can, keep it from looking cool before you get your hands on it!

Poke a knife or something, with a "that's it" kind of guy!

So, back to the point...

"I've never heard of this bat living in District 42..."

"I guess you just don't know that! I'm ignorant!

"Ignorance?... This is who I was once told 'Dr. Bug'?

"Hey, what... Huh!?

"I went all the way out to the woods in the 42nd and 40th Wards to see this, and this is me... ignorance?

"... Ugh, lie... right, anyway? It's a lie."

"Why don't you put on" The Spirit's Judgement "?

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

You can do it.

When I was in elementary school, successfully hatching hilata wasps and miyama wasps, I was called "Dr. Bug" by the boys, and it's true that I followed the Milly and Aliqui brothers and "went all the way out to the woods of the 42nd and 40th districts to see this". Well, it's not the bugs I was looking at, it's the flowers.

"So, I assure you... 'I have never heard of this bat living in District 42'"

Yeah.

There's no one here to tell me about Batta. I don't even collect that information.

I've never heard of it. Because I'm not interested.

But this is what these muscles will hear.

"These insects don't exist in the 42nd Ward," he said.

"Well... where the hell did this bug get into this?

"Shit... you know... didn't the guy from this store put a wax in it!?

"Is that what you say, 'The people in this store let the bugs in'?

"And..."

"Wait!"

The left muscle stops the right muscle that slipped through your mouth.

... Ho, that's cool, left muscle.

If the right muscle has now said "Exactly," this guy will get caught up in The Spirit's Judgement. These guys should know that 'it wasn't the people in this store who put the bugs in'.

That's a lot to think about.

But it's like, "I'm the killer," isn't it?

"Isn't it more a matter of having bugs like this now than of how they got mixed in, eh, clerk!?

Looks like he baton touched his left muscle.

The right muscle is smaller in the back.

"For example..."

I say again, pointing to the bat in the hamburger.

"How can you eat this delicious?

"Yes!? You, are you fooling around!?

"Why would you do that?!?

"Are you!?

I have a blue muscle on my forehead, and my left muscle grabs my chest barn.

Natalia! I feel like it's time to go!? What's up!? Could it be I'm taking a break now!?

Help is unlikely to come, so I'll take care of it myself.

"Oh, what is this?

I stick my hand in the nose of my left muscle, which is getting so close.

"What the fuck!?

In a hurry, my left muscle frees me and takes distance from me.

And he blushes a little, grips his collar tight, and looks resentful at me.

"Heh, are you a pervert!?

Oh, come on, stop it. If they react like that, they'll look like someone I'm willing to sotch.

".................. here, you're in trouble. Exactly."

So don't blush your cheeks!

Only beautiful women or girls can react like that!

"I'm sorry that you're showing a disgusting reaction......... can you explain this guy?

I raise my hand high above the nose of my left muscle.

There, the bat and the melon two 'bumps' in the hamburger were gripped.

"Stupid!? Why is that here!?

Saying, the left muscle wanders over his own nose.

Looks like he's in a big hurry.

That would be so.

"There's a bug that Dr. Bug assured me he wasn't in the 42nd Ward." "He came out of his own pocket."

Most importantly, both of them are casual interpretations...

"Explain, will you?

"Ya, we... not me... oh, hey! You put a bug in my clothes!?

"Yes, fine, I didn't let you in! Seriously! That's not how it works!

The left muscle, which has lost its escape, points a spear at the right muscle.

To the sudden transfer of responsibility. The right muscle was grandly tempered, and he made a 'very good statement'.

"Because I only brought one today!

After I finished saying it, my right and left muscles simultaneously stretched my expression.

But I'm not going to let you have it here.

Zero words, soon enough, I'll pick them up.

"So? Where is' the one I brought today 'now?

The muscles shut their mouths and divert their gaze.

"Where is it now, there is?

I ask again, but I don't get a response.

"Then I can't help it...... why don't you tell me your name and address and the guild you belong to"

"Hey, why, that's... we have to answer that."

"Oh, yeah, yeah!

"Why,... then I'll answer you"

Pale, only clerically, say in a clerical tone that conveys the decision.

"To bring an action before the presiding court. You and your guild."

"Become!?

"Our guild doesn't matter, does it!?

"Don't be ridiculous. I even lectured you on how not to get caught up in" The Spirit's Judgement, "and leave you organised harassment...... you thought you could do it intact?

Behind these guys, there's someone.

If you use it on Dashi...

"Wow, I'm sorry! I admit it all! So just don't get me involved with the guild!

"But I'm never coming to this store again! No, you're not coming to this city! So, please!

The muscles lay their hands on the floor and lowered their heads.

Doesn't that mean you don't want to get the organization involved... do you mean these guys acted at their discretion?

Didn't you follow orders?

Well, I don't care about that.

An apology made after evil is exposed is not penance, it is a plea. On the occasion I have to say, "I'm so sorry," these guys are saying, "Please help me"... do you think I'll forgive him for being so glamorous?

Find out what guild these guys belong to and you'll find out soon enough.

If these guys are going to disappear to keep you from doing that, that's fine. I'll catch up with you so you can never go back to this city again.

Do whatever you want in my territory... and I'll make you regret it.

Come on, choose.

Be a frog and throw away human rights..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Do we become less than human beings as human beings…………………

And that's how tight I'd like to get my moxibustion done.

I look back in the kitchen and speak out over there.

"Yes, but... what do we do, Paula?

When I speak, Paula shows up from the kitchen.

This time, it was Paula who took the damage.

I feel a little different when I say it and put it all on.

Paula puts her hands on her hips and looks down at the muscles that sit down in contempt.

Well, how do we get out?

"I forgive you if you guarantee me the price of the last time and this time, and then the assumed sales while I have to close the store"

... You're solid, this guy.

You're the top seller.

"Pay! No, I'll let you pay! So, please, just to talk about it here!

Muscle, to a desperate plea, Paula, who was the primary victim, broke.

"Enough, leave the money and just go home. Be the first to tell me how many times you want to split up."

After all, it's solid.

but sweet if you let me tell you. Too sweet.

There's nothing good about what I've done with pity for these guys. Rather, it can also be an incentive to draw in bad things.

Nevertheless, it's also an idea to impose too many sanctions, and most importantly, Paula says that's fine. Then why don't we just leave it at that?

Let us leave the rest to the parties.

In the meantime, it looks like our work is done.

When the business goes well, you can get into this kind of trouble too...... you have to be careful with the Yang Deception Pavilion.

"Mr. Yashiro. Good luck."

"No. Thanks for the help. Estella and Natalia."

"Fine. I can't overlook the bad reviews in District 42."

"I didn't do anything."

You really didn't do anything for me, did you, Natalia?

Why aren't they popping up over there?

Well, thanks to you, I hope it worked out well.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

The 'made it look like' giant bat I took out of my left muscle pocket is a model that made Becco make a sample of the last bat Paula kept.

He snuck it into his palm and stuck his hand into the left muscle's pocket, pulling his hand out, and at the same time making it look as if it had been removed from his pocket.

Well, that's a common trick with tricks.

If three or four misunderstandings overlap, the facts are easily screwed.

I'm not familiar with bugs, I don't necessarily have this bat in the 42nd arrondissement, I didn't have a bat in my nostalgia, this bat is just a model in the first place, and above all, I'm not the clerk here.

Everything was just assumed by those muscles on their own.... Well, that's what I made you think.

I hope you punish me a little and don't roll around this neighborhood anymore.

From here on out, you want to stay out of all this trouble.

As small a wish as that, you can ask me. Hey. God, no.