Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"I've seen terrible things"

Tappy, heavy bellies and the aftertaste of iggy coffee in the back of my throat and the smell of nuts until annoying spreading in my mouth make me feel bad to the limit.

It's not a cafe aftertaste, this.

"Neither did I. I heard rumors, but I didn't think it was so thorough."

Estella, who said she wanted to go to the cafe, has a little regret for what she did.

This guy, too, seems to be the first to experience that terrible response.

"I originally rarely get called to the 'BU', and even if I do come here once in a while, I only know if it's dinner in the lord's hall or a meal in a particular restaurant. Looks like my father's been here a few times."

"I have been to this district many times at the behest of my predecessors. Well, all in all, it's just a fucking store."

"Hey, Natalia! Watch your language!

Calling other neighborhood stores shit sucks. Given Natalia's position, it can even be a diplomatic issue.

You know, girls don't use words like that.

"Everywhere is like excrement."

"Are you going to mellow down the way you say it!? Because it hasn't happened at all!

Don't call the store where you were eating nuts for excrement.... It would make me feel bad.

"Natalia, I can't talk right now either."

"Master Estella says it's a doctrine where you don't get excrement?

"There's no one here for you to have it!?

Oh, Natalia. Can you take that as a declaration of war? I'll bust you, Conoyaloo.

"As head of the Claremona family, I'm in trouble if you don't try to behave like a first-rate lady. Speeches, actions, things to do."

…………

Lie down, hold the thin chin with your fingers, Natalia deeply reticent.

Maybe you're reflecting on what you've said and done so far.

"... the style of the Lord I serve is not first-rate, but it is..."

"Shut up. Yo!

... I'm not reflecting.

"Earlier remarks, however, had gone too far. Reflect deeply, and I swear I will never speak like that again."

As the knight does, bend his right arm and hold his own chest, offering a deep salute to Estella. Natalia makes this kind of thing look amazing. To be honest, it's cool.

The thankful Estella is also elegant enough to be a little barometric.

Natalia... You're a really good woman if you don't even open your mouth. The finest.... I'm sorry to hear about the finest.

"I can say that the foreman is a mirror representing the lord there. Wouldn't Estella be a good fit, a unique foreman?"

Haha, Lucia laughs luxuriously.

Ho ho. Apparently Lucia has lost sight of the fact that the foreman at her place is an unfortunate daughter for what she is.

Guess Gilberta's sorry too.

"Beware now more than ever, if I were to say a mirror reflecting Lucia,"

"Huh, what do you say! Discipline yourselves not to be ashamed of the Lord. It's called the foreman."

"What reflects each other, the mirror. Lucia's mirror means I'm a mirror again."

If Gilberta is a mirror that mirrors Lucia, he wants to say that Lucia is also a mirror that mirrors Gilberta again.

"... that there are aspects of it that are just too perverse for me, too. discipline, I, myself."

"Hey Gilberta!? Does that mean I'm too perverse!?

"Affirms, I am"

"In that case, it's more about standing the Lord, Gilberta!

"I very much affirm, I am"

"Right. No!

Gilberta affirmed with tremendous strength that Lucia was degenerative.

Yeah. After all, the foreman is a mirror representing the lord. Every combo meshes well with the mess. It's a big deal.

"Did Lucia know about the anomalies in this city"

"About the excessive service in the store earlier?

You call that harassing alternate attack a 'service'? You're harassing me, like that.

"I didn't expect a common store to overserve that much... well, I could imagine that"

"So that's what this city looks like, from the level of the common people to the shops of the nobles."

"I guess the spirit of service is thriving"

Make a statement that only Yami can hear and leak a dry laugh.

The restaurants in this city are dangerous. Let's be careful.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will soon be leaving for the agricultural zone."

After leaving the cafe, it was us who were once again racing through the narrow back alley, but they finally made it to the agricultural district.

Even though the distance is no big deal, I've been forced to bypass it many times, forcing me to climb and descend every time, and I'm done. My stomach is heavy.

If you go out into the agricultural zone, they'll make the road wider and flatter.

I hope the road is stable. I feel safe.

I imagined Maumatt's field and felt magnificent.

Why, I knew I was drawing the blood of the farming nation Japanese, too. When you look at the countryside, your heart is relieved.

"Beyond this staircase will be the agricultural district. Watch your step."

Crisp, chasing Natalia's back, which guides us, we went down a long, thin staircase.

The ground replaces brick to earth, and the rebellion of the earth felt on the shoes softens slightly.

The dug soil, compost, and smell of plants drift from across the bend.

Increased my mind speed, I turned the corner and walked out the back alley.

"Narrow!?

What appeared in front of me was a field so tight that I thought it was a home garden.

"District XXIX is a small land. We can only grow plants on limited land."

Estella, who herself said she wasn't very familiar with it, shows off her knowledge of what she heard on the face of translation. He said he looked like a jerk.

It was a tightly packed field where the thought of using the limited space to its limits was all over the place.

It seems to be used as a field where steps are taken and even slopes.

There are a number of small, separated fields lined up using bricks.

Looks like an elementary school grade vegetable garden. Flower beds are separated from class to class, growing sphere roots and such to a limited extent. Reminds me of such a nostalgic sight.

But this is the "agriculture" that cost me my life.

If so, why don't you forgive me?

"This is the closest field to the street, which seems to be a highly competitive land."

On Natalia's line, a Japanese salaried man blurred his brain as he was making a leap to build a house in the first class of the city centre.

I mean, transport flights are good. The fields here are very popular, so they're so finely separated that there's this kind of thing?

View the plants buried in the field. Every field seemed to grow the same plants, with the same leaves lined up sloppily.

Is this... is this a bean leaf?

I'm not very familiar with it, but I have the image that beans are strong plants that are easy to grow on any land.

If it's this dense field, maybe we can only grow beans or so.

"There are other fields besides here, aren't there?

"Yes, but due to the narrowness of the territory, we hear that everywhere is similar to here."

Farming limited space into fields to take away from each other? Narrow is narrow and tough.

Mormat's field was too big to take advantage of some of it, but this one doesn't even seem to have time to rest the other way around.

In an all-bloom where you can get crops all year round, won't you give the field a break? I've heard it's not good to keep growing the same plants in the same place.

"From here on out, I've never actually seen it either. My predecessor's foreman… I only have information from my mother."

Speaking of which, the foreman who served his predecessors was Natalia's mother.

Is Natalia familiar with this neighborhood because she had the knowledge she had given away from her mother?

No heart, or Natalia looks grand would be an indication of her absolute trust and confidence in knowledge from her mother.

Hehe... that's dependable.

"Are you not familiar with Gilberta, near here?

More than Estella, Lucia said she has been called here many times. If you are the foreman, do you actually have the knowledge you have gained from looking at it? And that's what I thought.

"I don't have it together, I know more than Mr. Natalia"

Apparently not.

"Every time I come here, instead of 'I'm tired of it, I want to go home soon', Lucia's cliche is"

"You... be more interested in inspecting other districts, gathering information, that sort of thing"

"I collect information. There's a pretty Abramsian girl living up ahead."

"Chara, you're a man level informant, you are."

You're only collecting information about beautiful girls and what kind of gal support character is that?

"We still have time until noon, don't we? Let's keep inspecting. I actually have a few things I'd like to see with these eyes."

"Are you an Abramsian girl? I know how that feels!

"Gilberta"

"Got it, I am. Master Lucia, hey!

"Gi, Gilberta heard Estella!?

I'm not putting together an anti-pervert alliance or anything. I think I'll join.

"Now let's move on. They say it's passable on the brick, so let's not hesitate to let it pass over someone else's field."

The only way to get to another field from here seems to be to bypass it again through the back alley or over someone else's field.

... You can never use a luggage truck, can you, like this?

We went further back through the narrow, leafy bean fields.

Walk long enough to get out on a slightly wider path.

The road, or on the soil, which is not a field?

Anyway, I didn't hesitate to walk out of here.

"This one looks relatively loose."

Compared to the fields that seemed like small dwellings earlier, the fields near here are only a little spacious.

Even so, although on a scale that has made the home garden a little more luxurious.

That's a little tough to take care of on your own, with a staggering line of fields about the size of it.

"It feels like you're ranking up from the home garden you built in the garden to the home garden you bought the land from."

"After all, are you trying to tell me you haven't taken off your home garden area?

That would be so.

If I were a farmer and they told me to cover my living expenses on this field alone, I could grow a plant that would produce a suspicious wax of lawlessness after lawlessness. But if I don't, I can't think of a profitable formula, in such a narrow field.

"Farmers in this city live well."

"Look, it's a community favor."

"Community?

"'BU', 'BU'."

These farmers are protected by 'BU', Estella says.

You know, it's a big deal to do without aid from above. In a way, I was strangely convinced.

I don't know if there's a grant out there, if there's a guarantee on the buyout price, or what kind of system it is, but with the benefit of it, these farmers seem to be able to survive in one of these narrow fields.

If you're putting in place a system to help the poor, maybe 'BU' isn't a bad organization.

Most importantly, it can only be harmful for non-Member States. - Oh, my God. It seems like a lot of times.

You sent us a letter, because you're closing the water gate, and it looks like you've been there under the combined name 'BU'.

With that in mind, one girl rushed over from a distance with tremendous momentum as she watched the field and walked plainly.

"Ahhh!

A little girl who brings her characteristic thin, long tentacles to her head and looks up at us with her big eyes.

Cheerful, innocent, rotten. Those words look good on you, a girl who feels bright. How old are you, like, fourteen or five?

"Ooh!? Are you an Abramsian?

"What!? Wow, how did you figure that out!?

To Lucia's words, the girl is surprised that she is an Abramsian.

...... yuck. Run, girl!

"Pfft, Reiki girl, who do you think I am? It's Dr. Bugman!

No, you're a lord.

"What the hell is that?

"Like that, it's about a pretty girl"

No, you're not!

The beetles you're with, Cabriel, and Osama will be among the bugs.

The tactile sensation that grows gnawed from the top of the head and drips backwards in a crunchy bend along the way is exactly the tentacle of an aphid.

... What about the aphids growing plants? Aren't you guys like the epitome that cripples plants?

"By the way, are you customers?

... you're the one who talks characteristically again.

Innocent eyes with no sense of malice gleaming at us.

"We're going around to see what's going on in this city. Can I give you a tour of the field?

"Of course it is! Watch as you get tired of it!

Girl's tentacles bounce pimpy. Something seems delighted.

"Then I'll take it easy on you... Huh!

"I hope so much for your distractions in other districts, I, Master Lucia!

"Ho!?

A strong binta hits Lucia's ass as much as it can.

Pachin 'and a brilliant sound.

"... Gilberta... How dare you humiliate the Lord like this..."

"I was fully ashamed of you before that, Master Lucia."

"You're right, Lucia, there's no sound."

"Shut up, you scarecrow! If you're a man, why don't you show kindness enough to gently stroke and soothe the pain!

"What!? Are you sure!?

"If you touch one finger, I'll hit you in the neck."

What the fuck! Tell him to stroke it or refuse!

Lucia scolds me resentfully as she rubs her comfortable ass herself.

Why me...

"So can I talk to you about a lot?

"Ugh! You're Beppin '! I was delighted!

An Abramsian girl who looks at Natalia and circles her eyes.

Looks like he liked Natalia better than Lucia.

I'm just sorry...... whoever you choose hits the pervert without leaking, this member.... except for me.

"My name is Natalia and I serve this Estella Claremona. May I ask your name?

"Oops! I'm an Abramsian mockingbird. Please say hello!

A girl named Mokoka follows Natalia and shows her love to us.

You're the type of girl I don't hate.

"Oh dear! Just give me a minute!

Unexpectedly, Mokoka opens her eyes to the field with a big mouth.

Remove the mist from the bag hanging on your hips and set aside.

"There's an aphid on that leaf there, so I'll get rid of it! Screw you!

One anger shot.

A mococa that screams and at the same time relentlessly sprays the leaves with liquid in the fog.

Oh, okay!? You're an Abrambie, aren't you? Something's unraveling, this sight!?

No, I know that's not a problem because Neferry's eating chicken. You said "get rid of the beetles" all you wanted!

"Was that pesticide you just sprinkled?

I don't know if there are pesticides or insecticides in this city.

"Medicine from the Pharmacist Guild works well for insects, but it doesn't use it because it can also have a negative effect on plants."

For once, they have something like pesticides. It sounds bad for you, though.

"This is milk."

"Oh, milk."

You used to say that to the old farmer who took care of you. "Milk strains the membrane when it dries, so when sprayed on leaves and stems, it traps and chokes every bug".

Milk doesn't have a negative effect on the human body, and if you flush it with water later, it won't affect the plants.

...... hmm? Yeah, I'm fine.

Because I didn't fool that farmer I took care of.

I just got your knowledge.

No, I would have given you a lot of peaches that fell to the ground... I miss you.

"You can get rid of pests with milk."

"Yes, you are. I'm sure nobles don't know that."

Peek behind the leaves and Estella is impressed.

Oh, I'm fine with bugs and stuff, this guy. Well, you're a country man.

"You're stuck in a milk membrane, twitching and choking to death, these Musikellas!

Black, black, black!

How to say it! And stop that face!

Because normal pest control looks like animal abuse.

"Hehe... an adorable smile"

"Where is it!?

It would be the face of a totally dark fallen guy, but that smile of joy!

Whatever if the tentacles are growing!?... I guess Lucia is fine. Easy guy.

"I use pest control in these fields as a business."

"You're not a farmer?

"I have my own fields, too! But that's the only thing that makes life a little tough, so... hehe."

Mococa scratching her head with her hand with a fog blow.

Maybe there's something subhuman about it.

"But it's a small field, so it's just enough to have a side job. What is it? I love it because it's fun to work with!

"All right, let's get this girl!

"I want you to calm down, I am"

"I know very well it's Mr. Lucia's dstrike, but calm down!

"If you don't hear me, I won't forgive you and let Master Yashiro stroke your ass, even though you are lord of other districts!?

"Don't you know the ceiling, you flirt!?

"So why are you telling me!?

As a result of the capture of Runaway Lucia in a general outing, accusations came to me.... irrational.

"Leave the milk like this for about an hour, and I'll wash it off with water later."

"With water...?

"That's right!

To Estella's question, Mococa answers well.

And I say it well by pointing to a field a little further away.

"Just when the fields around there are washed away, you can give them a tour if you want, would you like to see them?

"Right. It's a corner, so I'll give you a tour."

"I get it! Wait right there!

Thumbs up gleefully, Mococa proudly runs away.

Jumping into a stone building built by the field, he came back with a big barrel in minutes.

The barrel contains water by the way.

"Uri! Drown after suffocation!

A mococa that uses a patterned jaw and sprinkles water on the field.

Its power was such that the Japanese firefighters were likely to gather in scouts from all over the country. Fire station water discharge trucks are also bright blue, cannon-like and powerful watermarks.

Every time a chunk of water fired from the pattern touches a leaf, the blister bubbles up.

The masses of water that beat him, however, did not appear to be damaging the plant, and only white, cloudy milk cusps and pests had been cleansed from its leaves.

The plants bathed in water had a mindless or neat atmosphere, which made them feel more alive and vital than they had been before bathing.

"This is the secret mystery of the Abrams, the Abrams Eradication Water Discharge."

Awesome moves...... what, about that naming, shouldn't we get together and rethink within our people one more time? Oh, the Abramsies.

"Where did you bring the water from?

Naturally, it's from the waterway.

Mococa invites us to take us to an earlier stone building.

The building was limp and cool, filled with the smell of water.

Tyrothiro and I can hear the water spiral.

"There's an aqueduct underneath, so I'm pumping it up here."

There was a large hole in the floor, next to which was a wooden barrel connected to the pulley.

Now they're pumping up water.

"The fact that these barrels can be used means that the water depth in the waterway is deep enough."

"Oops! There's always about 80 to 1.5 meters of water."

This is true in wells, but without that much water depth, the barrel dropped from the top of the hole hits the bottom of the waterway and the water cannot be drawn successfully. That's why Estella asked that question.

If there is always a water level of more than 80 centimetres, it will play a sufficient role both as a waterway and as a well.

Sounds like it has nothing to do with water scarcity in earnest, this city.

"Was there a big water shortage here these days?

More Estella attacks. That's a good stepping question.

"Oh, that was definitely a little rough. When the water level in the waterway dropped and I threw in the bucket as usual, it broke."

"You hit the bottom."

"Ilah, I slammed the spare bucket and it broke, too."

"... you deserve it."

Mococa seems to have a rough temper against her looks.

"I was a little worried about the shark because it dries easily, but I'm relieved I managed."

"Is the crop on the table a solamame?

"It's up to us all to make it in this city."

No, Lucia said it was a specialty.

"If we can't achieve the norm, we won't get paid, so we're all desperate to raise them."

"You got a norm or something?

I accidentally pinched my mouth.

To impose a norm on a crop does something unscrupulous. The weather will make it unscrupulous. It's not an annual contribution, and it would be better if there was no norm for crops.

"Solamame, for sure, would have a dysfunction?

"Do you want to get laid?

Mococa tilts her neck.

Oh, my God. Doesn't this city have a concept of dysfunction?!?

With the middle of the year, every day is an all-bloom of harvest season. Are the fields of this city invincible?

"You don't have to let the field rest?

"Oh, it does taste off, but I can't help but make it because it never stops growing up."

To the extent that the taste drops, will it grow? Seriously, you're invincible.

"If the flavor drops, why don't you let it rest a little and make some good stuff?

"If you do that, you won't be able to achieve Norma!

What? It's not like a norm or anything.

If we continue to offer something with a diminished flavour, sooner or later, our customers will leave. When that happens, the guests who have left will not come back.

There's no point in sticking to quantity until you lose credibility.

If you keep doing that, it's obvious that you won't be able to sell and become a pile of inventory. You can't say anything about Norma when there's no one left to sell.

"It doesn't matter what it tastes like. Whether it's delicious or not, they only buy it for the same price."

Regardless of the good or bad quality, the harm of 'BU', which seems to have a guaranteed income, is shown here.

Systems that do not legitimately appreciate effort and achievement significantly shred the motivation of those involved in it.

If it's the same thing to do, it's the people who take the easier ones.

With a combination of norm and compensation, the motivation of these farmers seems to be only geared towards "increasing the number".

"If you use the field in full, the harvest norm is generally fine because it can be done, but the other norm is tight."

"Another norm?

Perhaps that is also an obligation imposed on those who are members of the 'BU', but what the hell is a norm other than yield?

"So I'm really glad you guys are here today!

Mococa takes our hands with an innocent face and turns around shaking hands that are too intense.

Squeeze your hands with both hands, shake them up and down, and then let them hold the bag in their hands.

Do it to all of us.

... What is this bag? I have a bad feeling.

"It's easier because if you take the harvest norm, it's over, but the hospitality norm is carried over, so it's really tough."

Hospitality Norma...... you say?

Well, what an unpleasant sound, I open the mouth of the bag I received from Mokoka.

"Welcome, customers! I'll treat you with all my heart! Don't hesitate to take it!

In the bag, the peanuts were packed tightly.

"... what harassment?

"In this city, rules exist that districts must make a certain amount of beans each month, and districts must consume the beans they make responsibly."

With a massive amount of peanuts in one hand, Lucia mouths such an explanation with a slightly drawn face.

Make a ton of beans and consume them all?

You have to push it like this to make it so much you can't consume it?

"It's the first rule that inspired the formation of a 'BU', a measure to rescue farmers who can only use narrow lands."

"Hey... wait a minute, Lucia"

I, fugly,... can't be that stupid, and I don't want it to be... mouth one guess that came to mind. With the desire to stay off.

"'B' in 'BU' could be…"

"Ah. Probably what you thought."

"Beans-Unified" - Bean League Cute!?

Making so many beans you can't eat, pressing those beans against each other, tissue for beans... 'BU' means... you're a bunch of idiots.

With one peanut in my hand I didn't feel like I could eat out, I was thinking about that.