Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

Summarizing the characteristics of Ghoul seems to be the following:

1, It reeks of rot like a moving corpse.

2. One in several people ghouls when they come into contact with something such as being bitten.

3, With the human limiter unlocked, the force is strong and the movement is agile. Physical abilities as if they were demonizing as well.

4, The first ghoul is born by the blood and poison of the poisonous dragon, the ancient banning technique 'Necromancer', etc.

There was something subtly caught in the wind that I heard about it.

This Ghoul case, if I may say so, is a similar example of a movie, game biohazard or other zombie thing.

I still imagine the virus because it's bitten and infected.

"Magic in the blood and poison of poisonous dragons...... not. The law doesn't infect you...... And does the rotten thing work? Hmm."

The wind sight haunts my head in this way.

There are several causes of ghoulisation, and there are even elements such as infections in the law that do not apply to existing infections, and those that move to reek of corruption. I don't even know if my knowledge will help me fulfill it.

"Um, is something wrong?

"No, to be honest, I'm not sure. I just thought I shouldn't have any preconceptions about blood, the law, the virus."

Aside from the fact that gools are born with things like poison and magic, there are several types of microbes that try to manipulate their behavior to spread the infection.

Rabies caused by viruses in famous places, for example, take nerves, cause madness that bites on anything to make you feel terribly excited, and try to increase by attaching viruses to the person who bit you.

Even parasites have that type, and here there are things that parasitize insects to keep them in the sun direction, at the tip of the leaves, etc. By doing so, they have the guts to infect birds and grass-eating giant animals with insects that parasitize them inside.

Nothing fruit is the only idea of having yourself eaten by something and transported far away, dropped in manure and trying to spread further from there.

And that's good.

It's still possible for something to infect and manipulate an organism.

But it is a strange story that rotten things actually move.

The game's zombies were also technically just living beings infected with the virus, a setting in which the frontal lobe was hit, losing reason, and only appetite.

But this one says something rotten is moving.

That would obviously be strange because if you rot, neither your nerves nor your muscles should move properly.

It's fantasy, so if I say ants with magic and other powers, that's it, but as far as the wind is concerned.

Except for the Necromancer and the others. This is probably one of the infections. Otherwise, there can be no infection in contact.

If animals mediate viruses, bacteria, parasites, and other micro-organisms that would be the target, prevention is not the role of a doctor or cleaner, but of a veterinarian.

"... well, now you don't even start thinking about it. Let's find it and reassure everyone."

"Ha!"

"Huh. I hope you don't get me into this..."

What the three of them did to Ate in the slums of the night was a rotten odor that seemed to accompany Ghoul.

The wind and Chloe are not nosy so they are trying to ask and investigate people sleeping on the street.

Every few meters there are only unusual numbers with people rolling, but things still didn't carry well.

The slums are originally poorly hygienic and smell like the Dove River, so the smell at the heart is deluded.

So normal humans can't discern the smell of rot without stopping pretty close.

The smell distinction seemed to touch my nerves pretty much even if I could tell if I had a good nose like Liz, and I was distorting my face with tremendous discomfort.

The tail I was playing around the tavern and on foot outside is now dripping like my core has fallen off.

……

Occasionally, Liz's gaze at complaining about something is thrown at her.

I don't even sigh anymore. She seemed pretty grumpy.

Liz said on the way, "Hey, why don't you go home?" I've said it many times, but I couldn't say that the wind sight was okay in front of Chloe.

Apparently she expected such an answer, too.

When the wind gaze answered "I couldn't do it," I obeyed it.

Unlike usual, I saw submissive dog-like cuteness, and the wind chime made me want to stroke it a little.

Never an evil idea because I want to slap a dog in the ear.

"Ha. Chloe, it's no use hearing you dressed like this. The slums are blown chunks. I will not accept the stranger, nor will I forgive the rash. If you want information, it's quick to catch an idiot and make him grip the money. Or half-kill."

"Why are our maidens so noisy..."

"But Ghoul is supposed to be something we all hate. Wouldn't that be something we could tell you? If you tell me your sincerity and ask around a little more, I'm sure..."

"I don't. I've seen too many beauty stories and stories. Don't expect that in real life."

Liz unequivocally affirmed.

Because of this, Chloe shudders at the attitude with which the lady also has some disdain.

To be honest, I guess she felt poked at the core because she was beginning to see it as thin expectations, too.

In what colours are the gaze that is poured from the surroundings dyed?

Such a thing, if you bathe, you'll know who it is.

"That's not what a beautiful knight would do. Lords' private soldiers don't work for the worse. It's normal for them to kill every ghoul without caring about such a slum person. That's what the people around you think, so they're screwing around and getting smaller, right? Damn, I wonder if you want to be a ghoul over there, too. I've never seen this guy in real life."

"Oh well. It makes sense to look at us like this."

Pets protected by health centers in terms of wind sight experience - those that also had experience of abuse pointed this gaze out of the corner of the cage.

Keep yourself low and don't find me.

But they don't know what they're going to do, so they tremble and they never take their eyes off.

It even engulfs the guilt of just being near them and causing harm.

"That's hard..."

"So, but then what do we do...?

"Ah. I can't help it at all."

Liz exhaled at the two people who were weirdly sympathetic and unable to move.

She advances her legs on her own once and for all.

But when I realized that the wind had never followed me, I turned around looking like that.

"This way. I didn't really want to get involved, but I'll show you where the locals are. I would have information about this."

"Huh. If you had such a source, I wish you'd told me sooner"

"It's not a good idea to rely too much. Not me, not that way."

"Over there...?

If you don't gather information on your own feet, you won't get the technology. I know that's the opposite of the word.

The wind gaze makes me wonder, but Liz went straight to somewhere in the slam, so I followed her with Chloe before she left me.

Arriving only minutes later was a collapsed house. It must have been a warehouse or something set up between houses as dense as a maze.

I don't know what she thought. As she steps into the wreckage, she makes a little call.

And as she crept through the folded pillars, she broke her knee. They thought there was nothing there but gravel-mixed floors, but she knocks on the ground with a cone.

Then it was not the sound of dirt that returned.

Apparently he just sanded it with something on the board, and after just a few seconds he sounded like he could pull the stick off the floor.

"There's a ladder, so get off, but don't say bad things because it's that outfit. I have trouble being inspired by the kids inside."

"Child...? Is this a safe house or something?"

"I guess that's the place"

She nodded and jumped off without using the ladder when she removed the floorboard.

Looks like it was about four meters deep, but she was landing brilliantly and going back. The wind gaze and Chloe get off not to be late for it either.

There was a child waiting under the ladder who might or might not be a junior high school student, staring into the wind with vigilant eyes.

He goes up the ladder without saying anything, checks his surroundings and closes the entrance again. You don't want to invite someone you don't know so much about. He was very thorough as a child.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, are you here?!?

"Ugh, don't stick around. I don't have a hobby for big people like you."

"Huh......!? It's terrible, already. I'm just glad to see you again because I've been out of business lately..."

Catching up with youngsters - there was still a young kid trying to hug Liz, but she was just being held up in the face and rejected.

Meanwhile, at Liz's feet, several children are tense with their sisters, sisters, etc., in various ways.

"Yes, yes, it's been a long time," I heard blatant discrimination as I greeted this one without dealing with evil. It is very different than usual when it is crunchy not to say anything in particular when you get caught in the tail.

The boy stares at it with a little envy.

Was he once on that side too?

"... uh. So, what's this one? You're not a slave knight, are you?

"You can think of them as clerics and knights as they look. There's no harm, so you don't have to. I just stopped by for the wild."

"You look like a good person. Let me do that for a second."

Though I was convinced of Liz's words, my eyes still had something resembling vigilance.

There's something completely different about this guy's eyes than the cold, as if he'd give up half the time I'm sure he wouldn't be very different from the rest.

Some children's gaze was not stained with it, but it was very similar to the gaze received outside.

"I came here today because I heard there was a ghoul in the slam. Instead of burning around with Ghoul as well, I'm trying to crush the source of infection before it spreads. Um... did you say Joseph or something? I want to find out where he is. The reward is silver coins. Take it or not, I'll leave it to you."

"There's no way I can turn you down for every favor you ask. Well, if you're just going to look around, you're not going to be dealing with Ghoul, and I'm just going to do it."

That's what he said. When he skipped the instructions with his gaze, a few of the kids started heading outside into the older category.

Liz returns her gaze to the wind when she's done with her business. Apparently he's willing to talk to me about this place.

"We sometimes use these guys when we want to hide our identity and wash our information. Sometimes we get people from here when we have vacancies that the slave knights can't really fill. These are a bunch of kids who have lost their parents, and I don't want to get involved as much as possible because they're going to be able to be independent."

"Uh, I don't know. We can do a lot of things, right? Wouldn't you mind expropriating us more?

"It's never good to say that what you can do has tipped over to us. Good, merchant's small use. If you go normally, you can be adopted by the peasants."

Liz treats a boy who wants to be admitted to growing up.

There will be paths that can be taught from them, such as backyard operations and mercenary industry, but I guess there's a reason to dare take them off there.

Some things are ruthless as captains of slave knights, and others have this opposite side. Is that why they miss me so much?

"Anyway, this is the reward. To use it with care."

She left it in the boy's hands when she gave out a bag with money in it from her nostalgia.

But the boy shows bewilderment at the apparently high number of pieces.

"It's just one piece of information, isn't it? Besides, if it was us, there would be a lot of silver coins..."

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, I have no use for it, and it's the money I took from the" bad guys ”. Besides, there are more kids here again. Whatever you do, don't let them fish for rubbish. Whatever you want, get yourself together and let them go to church, use it as they please."

As usual, it is a highly discriminatory treatment, but the boy hangs on and squeezes the money bag.

And he bit off one of his emotions, and he put it before all of them, and said:

"All right, everybody! This is a huge meat exhaustion today. Huh!?

The moment I said it, Liz was kicking me and sticking me in the nearby shelf from the face. It was an unforgiving blow, but she walks to the back of the room with a cold glance at it.

Only her footsteps were clear once and for all as they all watched.

"I'll rent the back room until I can find out."

The girl who ran into his care who was an idiot said, "Oh, yes!" Reply instead.

For the record, is it your fault that that boy looked somewhere happy even when he was being busted?

The wind gaze follows Liz even as she looks at it sideways.

Apparently, the room gathers crates, etc. that are no longer needed, and is a material storage area for making beds and furniture, as well as a place that serves as a mill.

Liz was sitting somewhere on a suitable crate.

"They're trying to find each other a way to live, even without their parents, while helping each other here."

"Right. But oh, that's the most dangerous thing. It rolls right into any shape. That's still a good category. Slam people aren't the end of the line."

As for Chloe, she seemed to stare at such a solid community with admiration, but Liz was different. She is the face that found out behind it.

And her gaze turned to the wind.

"Hey, Singo. Don't you think there are a lot of residents in this slum?

"Right. I feel there are quite a few people living on the street besides people who have homes. I don't know about our routine, but don't feel a little bit more."

"Right.” From afar, "Singo wouldn't know about village hunting, would he? This is what Donnie did for“ under ”.

She says in a considerate manner that it should sound like a room on that side.

"Looks like I've been trying to get out of the castle and do a lot of research, but I'm pretty sure there's no mistake in Singo's imagination. You'll get gold under your head. Make sure you look good."

"... I knew it. Yeah, I guess so."

To the scene of the summons, the current state of the slam.

The wind sight exhales in a fed up mood with the disgusting reality.

He was also heavily aware that the darkness of society and all that was everywhere, but this place seemed a lot worse than the original world.

"Ignorance is about sin, so let me tell you something. What you need for a subpoena is the blood of the man with the subpoena and the lawyer for the booster. The law is more powerful with the blood of the skilled, but they are expensive to buy. So Doni hunted the territorial village to gather slaves. So, the usable among them became slave knights and boosters. And as you can see, it snowed into the slums that my body was taken away and I no longer had the art of living. You know, no, there's a lot of people, right?

"Damn, that's a fucking bad story. It's bad for Chloe the Cleric, but Donnie and his men are the bad guys here."

"That's it. That has nothing to do with underneath!

Chloe waved her head loudly and argued.

But Liz doesn't listen to it from right to left. He's not interested in fighting back other than him because this is only a blade for the wind.

So Liz turned an eye of interest when she disputed Chloe that the wind gaze was "what do you think".

"To be precise, ignorance is a sin, knowledge is emptiness, and you say that you will be a hero of what is wise. I didn't know. I finally found out. I found out a lot. But it won't be anything if that's all it takes. Wisdom doesn't just mean great, it also means the ability to think about what to do. Nothing has been done. I'm not a hero or anything, I'm just the culprit of that. If that's what you mean, I guess it's no different than Donnie's. That kind of thing is professionally dyed."

Quiet His words had a strange weight and persuasion.

It would be a big mistake if he thought he was just a good man, like Chloe.

He has helped many animals, and even killed them.

The same is true while studying medicine. To protect farms throughout the country even after they go out into society, it is certain that they will go through a slaughter in order not to spread disease to the civilian population.

Protecting lives, on the other hand, also leads to taking lives. In a way, I'm with the soldiers.

It may not be the same if you're in the hospital alone, but it's inevitable if you try to deal with more numbers.

What can and cannot be helped. There is always a time when you have to choose it.

It may be said that if a disease like avian flu is endemic, there is no choice, but it is nevertheless true that we are killing it.

Those who deal with life must bear that in mind.

"We have to think about what's good and what's bad. If you do it just for yourself, it's just a massacre. Think about it, worry about it, and don't forget to scratch your feet trying to get to the right answer somehow. There's something I want to protect, so there's something I need to protect. It's not just underneath. I think that's what heroes used to be like."

In his case, he tried to convince me that what he killed was keeping something alive.

I was studying the discovery and discernment of the disease myself so that I could kill less.

There are no goals. No one can say this is the goal.

Someone would have said thank you if you worked at the hospital, but in the case of public service vets, there are fewer opportunities.

It's just a job someone has to do to protect the big one.

I can't think of leaving it to someone who doesn't know the weight of life. Knowing that. It would be medicine that I would refine while trying to make it better.

"... yes, the great words are over! It's not gonna be worth talking about while you're not doing anything."

Windmill had bitterly taken the place away, trying to offset the seriousness of earlier.

Liz laughs with her nose before that.

"Not at all. You're a tight man, Singo."

"Yes, yes, I am. I can't help but say that I was seen like a legend because I have a narrow shoulder. I'm good with this."

Looked good.

The wind sight exhaled in anticipation of that much reaction - while I discovered Chloe, who was puffy relieved.

She had stopped the hour with her hands together in front of her chest.

"... er. Chloe......?

"... ah. Yes,...... yes. It's okay, Master Windmill."

"You're tired of walking long, aren't you? Uh, but there's something about Ghoul, so keep up the good work. Just a little more, a little more"

The wind saw in front of the mighty enemy that didn't cloud me as much as I thought it would, but it ended only with the muscles on my face pulling.

Then Chloe turns to him like that and says, "Um" and a small voice.

"... I admire you, Dear Windmaker"

"Oh, whoa. Thanks.... but why suddenly?

'Cause I was getting thoughts.'

I don't know what Chloe wanted Mallevito from the other world with all his thoughts. It was a word I don't know about him.

But she was satisfied with the emotion she was holding in her chest, letting her hot exhale escape outside.

(Dear Liil, Again, Master Windmill is really under the weather)

Thanks, Chloe. I hear the earlier words struck my mind.

In this way, faith was thickened even more without the knowledge of the wind.