Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

Even as I was in trouble, I was somehow successful in deepening rapprochement.

This would be a harvest, especially since Liz and Chloe, who were approximate, were able to take some skin.

I was able to order wind sights from the menu and listen to the conversations around me, so I practiced my language better.

but the purpose information is refreshing.

There is nothing but a gradual decrease in guests as we wait and live.

Just having food and liquor on the away table finally stopped getting the order much, and the mood was pushing around the store.

Unlike on Japanese nights, shops begin to flourish here on the evening after work, and when the sun goes down, there are already strong signs of shoplifting.

That's because oils and candles used in lights are not inexpensive.

The night is already bedtime for tomorrow's sunrise, and security is not good, such as robbery, rape, and crowding throughout the city.

It was common sense here that, although the municipality is alarmed once and for all by the 24-hour system, the figure of walking the night path = the suspicious already takes shape.

The main light is only the small fire that was hit in the fireplace for the season when the skin started to get cold. It was also a goodwill replacement in the business to keep the fireworks at the store.

When the number of people in the store reached about ten, Liz gave up.

"Shall we go back? I'm tired of this booze."

"Hello, Mr. Liz? I thought I heard something weird."

"No, Singo. I said I should hit something else tomorrow."

Said Liz.

But I haven't missed the wind sight, and I'm nursing that this is the face I just made.

If all you've ever done is build before and really drink, I'd like to punish you by holding the tail as tight and shaking as I can.

However, it seemed true that there was no harvest today.

Chloe also advances to him, who is staring at Liz with his jitsu eyes.

"Anyway, there's a point in what Liz says. As much as the atmosphere in the city was seen, so let's call it a good day. May I?

"Oh. If you stay long enough, you'll get in the way of the store."

When I took my seat, your paying daughter stopped by.

He counted the jocks and plates one or two and seemed to be cramped on the account but Chloe was following him gently.

The total is seventy lecion copper coins, apparently.

Looks like a piece of lecion copper coin would cost about 100 yen at Japanese prices.

The payment is made in silver coins, and the change is thirty copper coins. Considering this, it might be worth 10,000 yen for silver and a million yen for gold.

I was concerned about the inconvenience of bulky coins as a windshield used to banknotes and cards.

"Hey, store owner. What do you say we talk about every problem here? It's a story that can be solved with demons and stuff like that."

Liz, who had no connection to the payment, was embarking on the counter and flirting with the sabel.

but the shopkeeper with the right width is a hunch and nose.

"Come on back out, lady. I know that kind of thing. Hey, I avoid scams, but even when I look at you, I run away. It's wise to be smart enough to do that."

Liz flaunts her shoulders and pulls back to an attitude that seems smoky. She sounds like a walking hazard, but this time it seemed like a joke.

I guess I'm also used to handling these kinds of arrangements just because I'm a liquor store owner.

That concludes the gathering of information at the tavern - I thought.

Unexpectedly, Chloe cut in there this time.

"Wait a minute. Is there something I can ask you if I put it back out?

"Nah, um...... That's right... well, you can talk to the white priest if he wants to grace you with silver coins. For once, it is also a problem that can be solved because the young lady of the subpeople said so. but the information is with Mesi. I'm not complaining about eating it."

With a challenging voice, the shopkeeper blew it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," the rest of the guests said, "I tell you," and the cold laughter and cheers are all mixed up.

I don't even know if it's a lie. Will it cost me a little more than 10,000 yen for a piece of silver coin in the information? I think I'll stop looking at the wind.

But it seems Chloe felt the “smell” she was looking for there.

She burned up all at once and said, "Let's get on with that story!," he slammed a piece of gold on the counter.

and this momentum.

Windmill stuck around and reminded me of the incident the other day in a vase.

Maybe she's a similar term to yellow phosphorus or nitroglycerin. It's mostly dangerous for the wind and Liz. Burning speed sucks when something happens.

"Oh, hey, lady. I said silver. You can't have this for as much as you want. I'm sorry I blew it, so shut up. This is horrible."

"That's okay. I believe your story. This is a forward investment if you will live up to my expectations. Let it be."

……

Everyone must be distracted. I can see it in my straight eyes.

The hindsight, the weak of heart, are powerful eyes that are likely to be shot right through. It is as if we have sharpened the strengths of the honest.

The shopkeeper seemed lost for a long time, but when he saw the daughter of the servant, he exhaled, "I can't help it," and took the gold coin.

He deeply thanks Chloe with his father's eyes.

There's hardly anything in this city that you can afford to live.

There will only be one way to take it if one child's parents are tested like this in that. Besides, I can't tell lies because of my conscience.

Chloe seemed to be unknown to the public and took quite an effective means.

"Hey, all the guys left are a treat! Instead, teach this cleric from corner to corner what you know in grave vandalism. I won't tolerate it!

Ooh! And the tavern boiled all at once.

The atmosphere that kept me snug and drunk until earlier turned around.

The drunkards immediately surrounded her with stars when they invited Chloe to an open seat and began to talk orally.

That was the story of the city's collective cemetery.

The story begins with an incident in which a certain grave was vandalized and dug back to the body.

At first, he was hit by a wild dog because he buried the body in a shallow place, or was seen as the offense of an undetected person targeting the artifact.

But the body that was dug back had marks like it was eaten by something, and because of its tooth shape, it didn't seem to be a wild dog offense either.

There was no such precedent, and the residents rumored it was a strange incident until a while ago, when they began to add a genuine view there.

"When it comes to not being a dog, did they start telling you that the demon was the killer?

"No, it's not. It was a man's work."

"A body... a person...?

Chloe holds her mouth down when she imagines eating up a corpse on the verge of rotting.

No matter how hungry you are, you seem to deny that.

There the old man said, "I'm sure it's a ghoul. There's a ghoul," he adds in a low voice.

Chloe reacted to the words.

Hi. I hear that's not the answer to the misunderstanding.

"Oh...? I can't believe the information on Quina's tails out here."

Liz stands up funny.

Is something wrong? And when Windmill inquired, Liz said there were rumors that some of the information examined by the slave knights also saw zombies and ghouls in the city.

Plus another guy said he had smelled Gool-specific rot in a slum.

The ghoul voiced that he was a slum dweller from his appearance.

Then the ghoul - a man named Joseph who was always cramped into his life - was also told not long ago that he had better feathers and drank rough in a liquor store.

Thank you. According to the merchant's additional explanation, the gold was obtained by selling old swords.

He thought he had caught them on the battlefield trail because of his miserable appearance.

... That concludes the conversation.

Chloe was constantly told and heard about important things and things that seemed irrelevant, but she sat with her feet together and nodded from time to time.

This is exactly what the diagram of a child loved by relatives would look like.

Chloe had instantly become an idol for the tavern.

"And you're a ghoul. Then no one will tell you."

"Oh, why not?

Liz had a face she didn't know if she was tired of the drunk circle or the ghoul.

She had no sexual punishment - now she was ordering the most expensive liquor, and she said it seemed pleasant when she exhaled puffy.

"Ghoul is an ex-human who started eating people. Yeah, I guess it's more right to eat meat that's nearby because I also eat livestock and stuff. Anyway, the one bitten by this gets gooled up, but the hardest part about getting out of the city is that it doesn't hurt certain people."

"You don't know what that means. If it's such a dangerous one, it's obviously harmful. It's gonna be tough if we don't get rid of it."

"Hmm, so who's going to risk killing him?

Liz's eyes turned to the shopkeeper and his daughter in turn as if to nominate them, but they both slipped away.

He also finally understood when his gaze turned to himself.

I mean, that's what I'm talking about.

If a ghoul bites me, I'll be a ghoul myself. So no one likes Ghoul and stays away from him.

Besides, we don't know who's going to be attacked, so we don't have a clear sense of crisis looming. I'm not going anywhere, so I want someone to do something about it.

similar to chemical, heavy oil and poison spill accidents.

"Ghoul is dangerous to defeat unless he's a combat trained guy. But guys like that just don't work. Residents don't fight because it's important to us, and it's a shame to ask them to crusade with money if it's not for them. I mean, I guess the majority of them don't have the money to ask someone else. That's why it's troublesome. There are bad examples, because everyone avoided it, and one city has become Ghoul's death capital."

"Is it like an infectious disease?"

"It'll be close. Especially if it's more troublesome around the bodies attacking. So if the lord asks, he uses a knight to burn it down regardless of the inhabitants. In short, the residents don't want to make a rumor because they're going to kill us all."

Liz bruised the first one, but this is nothing limited to ghouls.

There are countless precedents that made things extra terrible because everyone avoided them.

It is a recent case that fish carcasses launched in the tsunami of the Great East Japan Earthquake were left scattered, threatening to rot, deteriorate hygiene and spread infectious diseases.

"Yeah, yeah! Isn't that exactly what you hit and put on!

I knew it was a bad habit, and the wind watchers were trying to see it, but there was a breeze blowing through it.

The wind caused by Kako also feels like a typhoon-like storm.

"Singo, there's an idiot here. It's a rare idiot."

"What do you say? Everyone wants salvation at the bottom of their heart. Isn't that what you always wanted more than just a demon crusade!

Seeing Chloe in the afterlight, Liz was rarely taken aback.

Having glanced at her like that, Chloe takes both hands of the wind and starts brainwashing.

It's the usual fanatical mode.

We should act, right?

"Huh? Uh, yeah. But I hope it's too late for the boulder."

"Yes! Everyone should be anxious in this darkness. Now's the time to get up, isn't it! Ah, underneath. Chloe is the happiest man you've ever given yourself to!

It was a bar read, and it was this even though I obviously missed my eye.

Can a handsome woman who knows her heart also hold the reins of this child?

If I could, I would definitely like to ask you, Professor, from basics to application. I truly hoped the wind sight would.

"Singo, there's an idiot here. A rare idiot."

"Uh, yeah. You can't deny it, this is..."

Chloe, who had brain converted that the vague reply was a word of forgiveness, was bored by the expression of trance.

At some point, the way she called it "Shimoshita" has changed, and once she caught fire, she ran.

I couldn't get tired of holding my hand, and now the wind peels her off somehow as she hugs and shows the magnitude of the emotion.

Then they took my hand.

I wouldn't have a more unpleasant feeling about being gripped by a master jujitsu. Help him in his heart! He was screaming.

"It was. We should have hurried. It's okay, I got it all figured out, so the slum ghoul should be turned into blood smoke soon. Ugh!

"I don't think that's very powerful."

Chloe declares by waving her arms horizontally.

Speaking of its cool, he said, "Get rid of it!" He was also an aura who would not take a pull on the captain ordering the main gun to fire.

Besides, in her case, something came out of the sleeve of the robe.

... something noisy in metallic colours covers Chloe's luxurious palms. Obviously some kind of murder weapon-like gear.

If you're serious about blood smoke, I'd like to beg your pardon.

"Oh, you're going to kill me, you“ red and white. "Be careful, Singo. Because Hadria's white clothing is a legal skilled healer, and at the same time a somatological user boasts the highest physical strengthening. There are rumors that even the golem will be dismantled with bare hands."

"... what's so frightening about it"

"Saah, let's come!

Don't even look at the wind gazing like a bully Miffy telling you to give me a break.

Chloe ran through the city of Hydra at an unusual speed.