Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

"" "" "I'm home" "" "

Return to our homes with exhilaration.

"" "" Welcome back (not) ""

There was the appearance of Tino + her triple-daughter-in-law waiting for her to return with three fingers.

Wait a minute, who taught you this? Looking for someone who would probably be the culprit...... Ah, there he is. You're seeing a sneak peek from the shadows, Mr. Sefi.

Is that it? Speaking of which, I'll take another look at the four of you. Ooh! I'm looking like a Puppet. If I checked with the identification teacher, they were all at level 1, but they had mastered the skills of 'Transformation'. Sefi seemed to be teaching there while he seemed unserious.

"Master, is there anything weird about us?

Ghana asks, blushing a little.

"What do you say, Mr. Knob? You look like a Puppet.

Orthea smiles proudly.

"Bu."

Marsh sticking out Bisilli and V-sign. I'm surprised what's going on properly. I'm supposed to be driving normally.

"Knob, brother. Everybody worked hard. Eh heh, praise and praise."

Tino welcomes me with a full smile. I'm more like a dick than an elf.

I praise you for working so hard on each and every one of them as you stroke their heads. When I said I'd make you some sweet treats later for the reward, they were all happy to jump up. All four seem familiar and like sisters.

Mr. Dillitt, who watches those four flatteringly, Mr. Sephi, who watches them raw and warm.

"Good luck while you're away, Mr. Dillitt. I'm glad you took care of the kids."

"No, because my daughter seemed to enjoy herself a lot as much as she had a sister. They're all good kids, so they've never done anything to me. Hehe, maybe it doesn't matter so much to kids about race differences."

Perhaps Mr Dillitt is indeed right. Adults have weirdly solidified ideas, so they persevere extra.

That's what it looks like when you look at four people who are old enough.

"Knob chan. To me, huh?

All of them, if they were moving into the living room and being lenient, there was just a little resentment. Mr. Sefi leaned over with a voice that seemed like it.

"Mr. Sefi is home, too. I mean, you taught the kids how to welcome you like that, didn't you, Mr. Sefi? I'm not telling you anything weird!

"Hey, Nob, you were so happy when I did that before. If they divulge it, they won't do it either."

Sora, a man would be delighted to lose reason if he was hit by a naked apron. Hmm, well, if I hadn't told you to the weird part, would you be okay?

"Well, what choice do you have? And thank you for teaching those kids how to 'transform'."

"That's it, but I told you the trick and you quickly remembered. Maybe it's some kind of blessing."

Oh, there is, the goddess'. Hmm, shall I offer that sweet you're about to make? I think I can be just a little gentle.

"Oh, and this time I could only get to 8F. Apparently, there was something called" turbulent sand "at 9F, so I couldn't move on."

"Oh, I haven't heard that in a long time. Wow. Then we won't be able to make progress for a while. What are you gonna do?

"That's right. Do you take requests or work out at the top level? Not much the same as before."

I'll think of something, Mr. Sefi. Oh, that's a rare, serious face.

"If that's the case, why don't we work out those three in the dungeon for a little while at an unpopular time? I just learned to transform, but now you can walk outside, right? I think it's better for those kids to be self-defensive."

Hmm, we can't make progress, and we should just get going. From the less popular evening to the shallow hierarchy at night.

"Okay. I'll come with you when I have time. It's the result of this battle, honey or something, so look forward to your dessert this evening."

"Wow, I love honey. I'm looking forward to seeing what comes out. Wow."

Then he was taking over the last week's sales of products, etc.

Sales of nutrients and cosmetics are so high that the inventory I made before I went out is likely to be sold out. Vigor is sold out. This will be missing until 10F is reached. I can't help but think about the material.

It seems that there are more orders for fine cosmetics from the nobility with whom the handler met. It's a good deal.

The result of keeping it with Mr. Dornuko seems good too. However, the cosmetics set up for luxury products are not good. I can't tell the difference if I don't try that one and it's too expensive for the common people. Well, gradually.

By contrast, the low-priced ones were enough to spread and queue in word of mouth. I think it's transient, so there are a lot of repeaters who will fit right in.

I might have to organize a short-term ebill tadpole tour. It is a delightful miscalculation.

However, it seems that everyone who stayed in the mansion was fully operational to produce more sold than expected.

Total sales. What a 497,000 manny.

Breakdown.

Twenty bags of big pig doctor loose sold out. (5,000 manny one at a time, but the lower body market seems incandescent than expected)

Lipovitamadeluxe sold out 300 bottles with increased production.

I also sold 130 bottles of lipovitama gain for the increased production.

510 skin lotions and 38 extreme skin lotions.

This is the only momentum I think I can eat anymore.

I can't help but eat this evening to work the rest of the group.

Standing in the kitchen, I somehow get in the mood with a bowl roll.

Let's start with the main dish!

After mixing a small amount of chestnut flour in the rice, beat the rice grains and crushed items to the extent that they are halved with a noodle stick. Round it up to an easy size of five hundred yen balls. Bake it in a frying pan to the point of burning it. Put that into a pan that is simmered well enough to add ingredients such as chicken and leeks.

By the time the flavor was familiar, it was removed from the fire and the "Kiri Tampo Hot Pot" was completed.

The dessert was prepared using soy milk that had been forcibly made when I told her that it was good for her skin with "Mango and Banana Smoothies", which was topped with a honey hanging of pomegranate chopped fruit after processing the mango and banana that had been caught in this case with de-grain magic and other procedures.

My helper, Mr. Futuno, is getting a hard grip on the rice balls. Simply salt and seaweed.

The menu of the day will be complete if seagrass salad is added to bear-meat hamburgers and chicken fried chicken mixed with other smell-erasing vanilla.

I finished it before the evening, so I packed my master's and Mr. Eleanor's minutes into a basket and delivered them to the guild, and the other receptionists seemed to envy me.

I wonder if this will happen. I have already created a honey soy milk pudding for the number of receptionists. If you recommend a sweet bribe to root it out, you can say, "Every single one of you!" "Hey my share!!" and there was a fierce war of women.

I decided I didn't see anything and I keep making fun of Mr. Eleanor. Experience has shown that there is almost no such thing as a man's mouth in a woman's feud and things have changed. I'm scared.

Speaking of which, I feel that the gaze of the adventurers around me has turned into something somewhat more raw and warm than before. I don't know if it's because of that duel or because my wife sees me as a worthy delivery.

Let's just go home and arrange dinner. For once, the receptionist seems to like it and I hope everyone likes it.

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"And Senior Eleanor. Is that his handmade?

My junior asks me as I peek into the basket Mr. Nobsada brought me.

"That's right. The truth is, I wish I could make it, but that guy will tell me it's okay. For that matter, I wish I could support you with something else."

I can hear yellow voices from around me. I can't think about it before, but I feel so calm. There is a certain blessing on me from Mr. Nobsada, since I learned that no matter how much I make it with the side effects of it, the more affectionate the worse the effect will appear.

Once upon a time, when I showed my father the dish, and then Mr. Nobsada ate it, I did cook it thinking about the two of us. Reflecting that they had done terrible things, the dish showed that they had no other love for both names.

I feel like I've been looking at them while drawing a line somewhere even after being told in the shadows or as a receptionist that I'm a cold child who doesn't really represent my emotions since I was a child.

That seems to be the color of every day now. While Mr. Knobsada was in the dungeon, I was worried, but I couldn't wait to see him, and I imagined him opening the door of his guild.

"Ah, seniors. You're thinking about that guy. He looked so happy."

"Well, I guess. I didn't realize that..."

"Pfft. Even so, I wondered if he didn't like it because he was partying with a lot of women. I don't have a plug in or any of those adventurers. I'm going to care about it. I ate that plug, too, but it was sweet enough to stick... and if I could eat that every day, I'd be happy."

Could this child have been so greedy about food?

"And you don't seem to fly and be strong among young people. My wallet is tight if I try to imitate it because I bet my senior will win. Ugh, I think I'll buy some new clothes for my next vacation. Oh, that sounds like they called me by two terrible names, but they've changed again."

"Really?

"He said it was' Warcraft 'for everything. Is it because it was a move away or a magic trick?"

I wonder if Mr. Knobsada has any luck with such matters. I'm sure I have an indescribable look.

No matter what they call me, I decided to keep supporting him. I'd like to stand beside him if he had the strength to line up, though I can't go with him yet. Until then, keep supporting them on the back.