Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Dude..."

The day after I talked to Javier.

On the day of the showdown, in front of the 42nd District Street Gate, I was flat.

"Bastards! Don't put your back on Austin or Zenobios!

"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The wooddust of the forty districts are roaring with hot, bitter muscles.

"Hey, Javier. Surely you didn't do it alone?

"Hey, that's it."

Javier is messing with his beard with a look like he chewed up a bitter bug.

From behind it, Demily with a hock-face peeked into his face.

"It's my money, Mr. Oba."

Apparently, this head exposure freak worked something out.

Do you want to call it a "gift" or something?

'Cause I'm gonna do something funny around the corner, and I told everyone about the wood dust.'

"Damn, Ambrose... do me an extra favor. Whoa"

Apparently, Demily burned wood dust on her own without even asking Javier's intentions.

"Neither do I regret being taken to District 42 once a hundred years."

And I say it with a face that I don't seem to regret at all.

"This time, with the help of the woodcutters, I wanted to get more wood than that."

If you ask me. This time, it seems that whoever prepares the best quality wood will be awarded a gold seal by the lord.

Moreover, he said he would issue a certification that he had obtained good quality wood and honor it throughout the district.

Honor and gold. Well, these hot, bitter Osama's are going to jump.

"Of course, I won't stand in the way of your confrontation. Oba, if you can prepare wood of better quality than Stuart, even if you are inferior to other wood dust, Oba, you win. This one's just a ride away."

"That's right, Javier. They think you're the only one who can take the shittiest wood."

"What, Ambrose!?

"You didn't say that!? Oh, Mr. Oba, stop stirring me up."

Hmm.

It's a punishment for hitchhiking without even asking our opinion.

If the other guys take the root-quality wood, there's no chance that I or Javier will find it. At a time when we don't take that into account, it's already annoying.

...... but well. Still, I can't lose.

"Imelda"

"I understand."

Pushing Imelda's back pounding, Imelda takes a step forward and utters a voice that often passes in a beautiful position.

"Gentlemen, please don't be serious"

"" "You're cowardly, Oobaya Shiloh!

Bark, woody.

The word cowardice is like being developed for me.

"I told you it wouldn't work on professional woodcuts."

Javier doesn't move at all and has an extra grin.

So I'll push another one. Pound Imelda's back.

"I'm gonna hate you for your book."

"Duh, duh, what shall we do!? What am I supposed to do? Aah!?

"Stuart, calm down. Oba, because it fits funny in your hand."

With Imelda, you can't beat the woodcutters.

All right! Let's declare it while the winning air is flowing.

"Come on, guys! Let's fight with dignity!

"Yashiro, you. Now, I can often say that without shame..."

"True, as a lord I'd like to apprentice a bit, the thickness of the skin on that surface..."

Osama and I praise each other.

Hmm! Oh, shit!

"So, it's Yashiro. Where are Austin and Xenobios?

You want to say hello, too, Javier just looks around.

"We're already in the woods."

"What no!?

"No, because. I set a deadline, but you didn't set a start time, did you? The battle's already started, huh?

"You...... Huh! Hon thats what cheats about!?

Javier shakes his shoulders and grinds the ground with his feet like a murky kid.

Wow... so cute ~.

"Well good! That's just how handy it is! I'm coming, too!

To Javier's shout-out like a cannon, the supplicants set their posture right.

Thus Javier walked out to the gate before the other wooddust.

"Look forward to the sunset, Yashiro! I'll make you bark!

Raise your right arm high and go beyond the gate into the woods with the declaration of victory.

Javier's departure brought other wood dust into Russia's mood.

"Whoa, whoa! Rarely, this is an opportunity to challenge the Alliance Leader! Temee Ra! It's soaked!

"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Let me tell you I have a guild leader. Ew!

"" "Hi-ha-ha!

He wields a blunt weapon-like muscle, and the woodcutters slip into the gate with axes and mascari that only the murder weapon can see.

... looks like Zako character who gets instantly killed by the protagonist.

"Mr. Yashiro. Is it not time for the wasps?

"Well, wait. We haven't got them all yet."

"Who's coming?

"... made me wait"

At such a time as to answer Imelda's question, my waiter appears with all his geese necks aligned.

"A comforting ally and a great sponsor"

"Well..."

There he was, Magda, fully armed outside, and Loretta, in working clothes shaped like Nikka Pokka. And there was Estella dressed in a sportier outfit that seemed easier to move than usual.

"It was these people."

Plus, a little further away than everyone else, Ginette stood.

With a big basket, in an active outfit like you would even go on a hike.

"... and your gear is falling apart."

"Well, we don't have outdoor gear or anything."

The gear that seems to work outside the gate is about what Magda and Imelda are wearing.

That's what I should call a real job, and Imelda is wearing gear that looks pretty strong. Wood dust is out.

I knew it, I just thought this guy would walk gracefully with an umbrella up to the woods. So I was a little surprised.

"The forest is a dangerous place to live next to death."

"... um. Especially since the gates of the 42nd arrondissement go deep into the woods, the level of the Warcraft is also vicious."

"You're right, brother! And the manager! You are too alarmed!

Loretta, who can't dress me and Ginette.

... No, you're probably too, aren't you?

"Which one of you brought those nicka-pockas?

"I borrowed it from Mr. Womalo!

"Oh, is that Torbec's work clothes?"

But what... don't look normal, you.

You're going to be able to eat on that side even if you fire the Yangdu Pavilion.

"By the way! I'm just borrowing it specially this time, so hey!

"What the hell. You didn't say anything."

"Even if I didn't say it, I looked like, 'Even if I fired the Yangdu Pavilion, I think I can eat on that side'! You'll never stop, will you, me!?

Is this Esper?

Or is my face that easy to understand?

To try...... Loretta's lower left milk, rock on!

"Ha!? Don't just look at the lower left milk for cancer. Shh!

Hmm.

Sounds easy to understand, my face. Let's be careful.

"Um... is my outfit problematic? I chose the most moveable piece of clothing I have..."

Ginette asks me with an anxious face.

Ginette can't possibly have weapons or protective gear, and I'm guessing she's the one who tried her best.

But you're worried about the basket.

"Is that lunch?

"Yes! Enjoy yourselves. Ugh."

That's a complete picnic.

Well, Ginette will be fine.

I don't even want to see you wield your sword and cut down the Warcraft with Bassa, and I can't imagine.

"Instead of out in the woods, the manager won't be used to going out... there's no choice."

"Huh!? Oh, you know. I've been out of town lately... right? I went to the 35th arrondissement! We stayed, too!

I guess there's no comparison between the safe 35th arrondissement and the woods outside... but for Ginette, it's someone who's become more active.

"... it's okay. The manager and Yashiro are protected by Magda."

"Protect me too, Magda!?

"............................................. Huh?

"That 'while' decides my mind plainly!?

Loretta complaining in tears.

Well, don't worry. It's about Magda, you won't be the first to put Loretta in danger.

"I'm a little unsure that I'm a deep Warcraft opponent, too..."

Estella occasionally goes outside the gate with Marsha, but usually only on the 35th arrondissement side, and she rarely goes into the woods.

I have a knife that is more tangible than usual, but how far does it go?

"I didn't know the time would come for Imelda to take on two top one-wings."

"Oh ho ho! There are more wasps up there in the woods."

That would be so. Because it's the main business.

"But, Mr. Estella,"

"Mm, what?

"I compliment you on the iron plate you've planted on my chest."

"I'm sorry, but it's me, here!... Whose breasts are iron plates!?

Fulfill.

Will you be safe in the woods with such a noisy member... Yeah, I don't even have to think about it. I can't.

So.

I choose not to work hard.

"Why don't you just wander around the forest entrance and come home for lunch?"

"What!? Yashiro, why don't you go get the wood?

"... If Magda is here, it will be safe"

"I'm just confident I'm on the run!

"Looking forward to lunch"

Etc., etc., seems to have been fragmented...

"Even if we're desperate, there's no way we can fathom the Javiers. You don't have to work hard until you risk it."

"So what are we going to do with the battle?

Estella says in a hurried tone that she even wants to win somehow.

"The battle is already under way."

"Huh...?

Only me and Imelda know the operation.

The other members are decent.

Only one, Ginette, lumps with a face like, "We're all going out, it's fun".

"But it's no different to go outside. I'm counting on you, Magda."

"... let it be"

"And then Loretta, too"

"Oh, are you expecting me too!?

"You're in good shape with your nose and ears. I'm counting on you."

"Waho, yes! Leave it to me.................. I'm starting to feel bad about 'doing well'!?

Oh, my God. Did you notice?

You've grown, and so have you.

"Well, let's go. Today's introductory tax is lord-owned. Go back and forth as you please!

"Why do you go through it so many times?!? A round trip would be enough!?

Stupid stuff.

Don't you feel like wasting someone else's money!

"Guys! Don't let Yashiro poison you!

"... Magda may 'inadvertently' forget something several times"

"Me, for once, I wanted to try to repeatedly jump sideways under the gate!

"Then I'll charge the lord's quarters for the wasps."

"Enemy! You guys are all aligned and all enemies!?

I have all these ments.

That would get on with the funny ones, if these guys did.

"Ladies and gentlemen. It's pathetic to be too bully. Hey, Mr. Yashiro?

Ginette asks me as she strokes Estella's head.

but the answer is' NO! '!

"Estella.... you're bullied, you're adorable"

"I'm not happy. Yo!?

Oh, my God. I told him at the corner handsome voice. It's a good one, good one.

"Then we'll follow the rules and go to the woods."

With Imelda's decree, we stepped outside the gate.

"That's exciting."

"I'm thrilled."

The exhilaration Ginette and Loretta are feeling will surely be something of a different kind.

Loretta's tension seeps in some fear.

"Ginette is a good girl."

"Hey, what is it suddenly!? It's kind of awful!

Deep in the woods outside.

It's a dangerous zone for professional hunting guilds.

There we go, we're going in a picnic mood... he's a big guy in a way.

I'm not so nervous, either.

No matter how many beasts, they don't come out that way by the city gate.

The gatekeepers are stationed, and when there are several disputes, the Warcraft will start avoiding them there.

Over there, you want to live in peace.

That's why I can say that it would be relatively safe to stay by the gate. The gatekeeper rushes to me when I have to.

"... No kidding from here. life-threatening."

Stepping out the gate, Magda's ears were like, "Ping!" and stood. I don't feel comfortable with my expression either.

In front of the gates, trees are felled and considerable ranges are developed.

I leave the gate and all of a sudden I get zackled by the warcraft I was lurking in... there's no way.

Well, you need to keep your mind tight. So...

"Estella, will you stop joking about your breasts?

"Aren't you the one that made me joke about not just my face, but even my thought circuit? Would you be so kind?"

"Wherever you go, you are fuzzy..."

Estella turned my cold gaze on me.

Damn, this is why Espeta...

"... espeta"

"I wrote 'Oobayashiro' the other day and it looked like 'Oobayashiro', but don't fix it. It was a pretty important document, I dare say."

What, that plain harassment?

Do Estella's letters also resemble "Ya" and "Ka"?

"Both of you. The more. Mr. Magda is obstinate."

"... Magda's advice was ignored..."

Magda is kicking pebbles on the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let's take nervousness. It's dangerous!

"Come on, out of fear, follow me, follow me! I'm gonna reflect deeply on what you're gonna say, okay? Get in the mood, Magda."

".................. Hmm"

He enters the woods with his ears fluttered as he forgives Magda for bending his navel.

... I don't feel nervous.

"By now, the woody guys were like, 'You want to go deeper?' 'You can't go too far back, considering the time to cut trees and transport them,' 'But if you go back there might be a better tree,' 'the more splendid it gets, the longer it takes to cut them down!'... or something like that. It'll be moving around over there somehow."

"That's pretty tough in time, considering we'll be back by sundown."

If we go into the back of the woods, maybe there's a great tree that goes beyond the century-old wood.

But it's not worth it because you can't find it that way... it won't be something you can discover as soon as you go into the woods today.

That's why we have a chance.

"Magda, Imelda! Check the perimeter for safety!

"... I got it"

"I can't help it. Hey."

Two people who are used to the woods go a little further back to see if there are any warcraft.

In the meantime, this one spreads the seat to the appropriate point along the outer wall a little further from the gatekeeper.

"Hey, Yashiro. Aren't you going to the back of the woods?

"Um, brother. What are you doing here?

"A picnic, though?

"" Huh!?

Estella and Loretta raise their funny voices all together.

Only Ginette was happily starting to prepare lunch.

"Imelda is clearly my team. And now I've got an alibi for going into the woods."

Most importantly, all the guys in the 42nd District Branch are on this team, so I don't have a problem with Austin and Xenobios working hard in the woods already... well, I guess I'll go, too, for once, like.

"... there may be no warcraft near here"

"There was nothing that could be a threat."

"Ooh, Thankyou"

On the outer walls of this city, 'stones emitting magic that the Warcraft dislikes' are used.

If you stay here, you can be so dangerous. I can see the gatekeeper.

So outside the city gate, but it would be okay to make some noise.

"Well, it's still early for lunch... let's go with the feast!

"Ugh?

"Whoa! Celebration."

"No, no, no! I have no idea what that means!?

Estella's eyebrows began to waver.

It's time to seed it... while you eat it.

That's why we killed time until the sun went down while we had a picnic outside the city gate, Loretta walked a little towards the woods in good shape, and as a result was about to be attacked by the Warcraft as promised.

The sun leans, and the wooddust men return to their places.

And the last time Javier came back, the sun set as if he had anticipated the timing.

It's sunset.

"Ha ha! Yashiro! Sorry, but we're gonna win this one!

That's Javier laughing luxuriously with a stunning big tree.

It's very thick. It's a really stunning big tree that I think I can make about two carriages with one of these trees.

This guy with one arm holding that, I guess, is a bummer.

"It may not extend to century-old wood, but trees beyond this guy do! That's the kind of tree, this!

I guess Javier is right.

Before I went out, I snorted and said, 'Down, Javier! The people who were posting' are getting smaller and smaller. Our 'prey', which we brought home confidently, looks soggy as soon as possible. I guess it's a tree of that level, Javier's 'prey'.

"Hey, that's Stuart. Young guys, I thought they'd eat a little bit more... it's not going to be that easy."

Says Demily as she strokes Tecateca's head with a young wooden dust.

This guy must have been trying to find Javier's cauldron.

Javier's about to be a good old man. Even if Imelda succeeds, she will be waiting for those who line up in Javier with strength to appear.

Anyway, the wooden guild is a stall that supports the 40th arrondissement.

"Come on, Yashiro! Shall I show you your 'prey'?!? Hmm? What's up? I can't find it anywhere, but you couldn't even pick up the twigs? haha!

Laughing luxuriously with a tree like the Shinki of this shrine is reminiscent of a drunken boy living in Oe Mountain. If you were in Japan in Edo, you would definitely be exorcised, this guy.... if the samurai knife works for this guy, though.

"Imelda"

"Yes, sir."

Javier laughing silly. But it's time to think about the neighborhood nuisance.

Let's shut him up a little bit.

"Here's the wood the wasps have prepared!

To Imelda's signal, the folks at the Wooddust Guild Forty-Two Branch, it brings brilliant timber.

The very familiar figure is precisely the noisy, century-old wood that we're talking about.

"Whoa, whoa! What does this guy mean?!?

"So this is the wood we prepared."

"Aren't you going to go get it in the woods!?

"Hmm? Who said that?

I laugh a lot and call the conversation record Cumbassation Records.

As soon as I called him in, Javier and DeMillie gave him a "wow..." look, but I don't know. Ignore anything.

"The rules of this battle were," Through the gates of the 42nd arrondissement, "" Prepare good quality wood, "right?

"... oh yeah"

Javier, who has given up mode completely already, sends a reply in a throwing way.

Oh, my God. Listen to me till the end!

"So we did a picnic in front of the woods, 'through the gates of the 42nd Ward', and when we got back, we brought 'good quality wood' over here from the vault of the branch and 'prepared' it."

What I'm saying is unmistakable is proven by the conversation record Cumbassation Records.

... of, but. I don't even try to confirm any of them.

Whoa, there's no tension.

"Well, sure. You didn't say," Get it out of the woods. "

Demily supplements me with a bitter mix of laughter.

That's the thing.

So I told you.

He said this battle is already on.

I can't get anything beyond this century-old wood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That's what I thought I was gonna do, but... I've been working pretty hard on that... like this"

Bumps, Javier drools down the grudge festival.

Negative aura is awesome.

Oh man. 'I can't help it'......

"Imelda"

"What is it?

"Enough is enough."

"Yes?"

"Now that we've got a fight, you can make it normal. It's on."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Ah, white.

You want to jump right now and you're muzzled.

"Javier"

"Yeah."

He returns my call with a stubborn voice.

Don't look at me like that. Look around you.

"You're the guild leader, after all."

"What, now?

"No, what." You've got to be so cowardly, you're very, very hostile, "I thought."

When I said that instead of being bad, there was a slight change in the wooddust surrounding Javier.

"... right, you know?

"Ah. This achievement in a day."

"No, I mean, where were these big trees growing?

"Yes, yes! We went pretty deep, but we never saw a tree this tough, did we?

"No, in the first place... such a giant Oki, you've often cut it down by yourself..."

"It's a Bakemon..."

"What are you talking about, you guys! The Alliance Commander is a Bakemon."

"" "" "That's right!" "

"I can hear you, you guys!?

"" "" Yikes! The bucket barked!

Javier, barking at the young wooddust, seemed to have regained only a little energy.

You look better that way.

In short.

Javier's achievements this time are acknowledged by everyone here. It's so awesome that I have to admit.

I got a centennial timber and a much gushed wooden guild.

I got that. Austin and Xenobios sure are awesome.

Nevertheless, throwing the Austins into the woods all day would make this level of wood hard to come by.

But if Javier goes into the woods, he's sure to get this level of stuff every time.

After all, the guild leader is not Dada.

Above all, there is just the power to overwhelm the people around us. I have charisma to attract.

DeMilly also said that, at Javier's age, it might be time to think about generational change.

Perhaps Imelda had that in mind, too.

When I came here to brag about the centennial wood, I guess it was that kind of thing that caught my eye that gave Imelda an indefinite look for a moment, like she had something to think about.

Now that the young man has gained strength, I wonder if it is time for the father's time to come to an end...

Which way, though.

Bucket things are alive and well. He tried to prove to me that he could still work on the front lines.

It may be possible to flesh out on Javier if you take the time and patrol this measure.

But in these peculiar circumstances with restrictions, Javier is still pulling out one head, no, one body. There's nothing else I can count on when I have to put this man down.

Well, that's it.

"I still can't beat the young guy" or something like that, I guess.

Ugh, you're an Osama.

But...

It's much more amazing to keep making masterpieces every day and for decades than a century-old masterpiece.

The head of the organization wants that to happen.

"Why don't you give him a compliment? The old man tried his best."

I'll say that to Imelda, who looks out at the exuberant wooddust.

"Well... if it's your father, it's only natural that he can do this."

That's the biggest compliment.

How amazing is what you take for granted.

"But... you're right"

Kuru - turn your back on me and say it in a cool voice.

"Sometimes, you can give me a compliment."

That's what I said, and I ran for Javier on a small run.

You didn't want me to see you, with a very loose face of joy.

"That's my father!

"Ooh!? What, Imelda!? What's up!?

Emotions could no longer be contained while running small, and Imelda was eventually jumping on Javier.

Hanging on a big body like an upright bear, he raises his voice with pleasure. Oh, my God. Some of them look like daughters to me.

"I see. So this was one of your goals, Oba."

DeMily comes next to me, saying it in a soft voice.

I look at my shaggy friend, and he's flailing his face.

"That... sunrise?

"Esteller! I was wondering if you could re-educate your people!?

While showing off his clever moves of floating blood vessels on his forehead with a smile on his face, DeMily pokes me in the same harmless face of humans and animals.

"Damn, you do hate me."

"You were burning the young man up and blasting Javier."

"Oh, have you noticed?

"When Osama moves spontaneously, who doesn't take so much initiative to bake you a favor, there's something behind it. Maybe Javier's aware of it."

"Hehe. I guess."

Demily's face at that time was not that of the lord, but just that of a man staring at an ancient friend.

"You can't lose to the young yet, can you? Neither did he, neither did I."

"When you start saying that, you're finally Osama."

"Ha-ha-ha! Fine, Osama. My heart grows louder."

DeMillie slapped Pompon on his own belly, then bashed my shoulder.

"Thank you. You can use as much wood as you like. We'll pay for it."

"You did it! It's a reward I never thought you'd get."

"Hehe. You're a bad joke, Oba. You are"

"Bye," he waved, and DeMily left.

Time too. It's time to open up.

"Whoa! This is the best day ever!

The day came to an end as I asked my daughter the roar of a deluded muscle jerk.

Later on, Javier, the mollusk face, offered me a huge amount of wood, and Demily would bear the cost of producing the carriage because the price of the wood floated, and Womalo would say, "Mmm-hmm! What a good timber hussy!? My arms squeal, ssoo!" He strained to work on the production.

Fortieth arrondissement, you're tense.

In this way, the carriage for the parade could be quite luxurious.

It's free, too.

Besides, the promised horses were to be sparingly lent by Javier in a good mood.

Of course, it's free.

I guess it's a daily thing to do ~. Yeah.