Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"Thanks to both of you, we've been blessed, we've been able to register for the guild, and we've been able to fund our activities in this city.... I only have this thing to thank you for, but use this if you like"

So I give Mr. Sherrow the bowie knife I didn't sell at the store. If Mr. Sherrow accepts this, he will complete the ”Guide (Quest)" in "Give Thank You to the Hunter 1/2"...

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The story goes back a little.

After leaving the Chamber of Commerce, the three of us were to go out for lunch.

As for me without a sentence, I owed you more than that, so I tried to say no, but Mr. Rebecca pushed me off, "I'm not shy of young people," which coincided with my first experience eating out of the other world.

Mr. Sherrow's shop was about a 10-minute walk from the Chamber of Commerce.

Pa's impression is of a street village. A table placed on a cobblestone is eating and drinking in a thoughtful formation.

The food seems to be bought in stores along the road or ordered and then brought. I have the impression that it is quite cramped due to the fact that a table is set aside and a lot of miscellaneous customers are eating and drinking at the most about 5m wide.

What is this, a festival today?

Mr. Rebecca decided to go about ordering food. Half of it is for research on the price of meals. Half of them are intrigued.

Mr. Rebecca gets used to ordering it.

20 el for 5 skewers of Gyom (meat like chicken). Paella (rice dishes like. It looks delicious with lots of products. Something red) 40 el for 2 large platters. 15 el for 3 cups of bean soup and 15 el for 3 slices of bread like nan. 10 el for 3 liliarams (red fruit).

At least 100 el.

In other words, one silver coin. That? Didn't you say half a month's worth of food for three silver coins or something? Is it too much, or is it expensive here? Mr. Sherrow, I'm worried about your household......

I spent a third of my half month's food on one meal...

At the table, Mr. Sherrow had prepared tea that looked like self-service. When I tried it, it was a tea with a flavour that was fragrant and delicious but I had never drank it before. When I saw the tea leaves, they looked like cat jellyfish, so let's name them cat jellyfish tea for now.

The mirror mansion was beechy western-style, so I can't really wipe the image of the western cultural world, but it's actually very obscene.

I drink tea in a tea bowl, and I usually have rice.... Well, I prefer this kind of thing.

That's how the food was brought in, and we all had it.

- None of this is better than I expected!

Would the skewering of the gnomes feel like stiff chicken, flavored with vanilla and salt similar to the whiskey, with a good flavor?

The paella has a mild taste, contrary to its red appearance, and the flavor is stained with soft-boiled flavored vegetables and stirred meat. Rice seems closer to Thai rice than Japanese rice.

In addition to the beans, the soup also contains small eggs (like quail eggs) that look good for your health.

Bread like Nan felt more like the ear part of the pizza than Nan. There is so much oil dripping out there that it seems good to eat just this instead of a guy.

Shit, otherworlds suck. Food super delicious.

I thought it might be expensive because it's one silver coin, but I'm sure it would taste good. And half the amount.

There are about five pieces of rice for a large amount of paella. That's two, that's about a liter. At all, Mr. Sherrow and Mr. Rebecca are very healthy people.

The three of us ate guts and finished eating.

Finally, I got a fruit called Liliarum as a dessert.

It looks like a mango, but it's a slightly harder fruit with more acidity than a mango, and they eat better after meals around here. This one, which is also larger in size (about a turn larger than the apple), was 4 el per piece, had 3 put together and was 10 el.

However, I can't really grasp how much the value of one el is converted to Japanese yen. If it were Japan, I would think it would be more than 3,000 yen a cup of Pa 'a Paella. (Anyway, the amount is quantity), but I would estimate that 1 el = 150 yen.

You can't have a minimum unit of 150 yen... No... Is it possible? Is it impeccable to bring Earth's common sense to another world??

Well, let's put this matter on hold for one second. If you sell Japanese stuff, you'll be able to judge it by that amount.

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"Zillow. You won't be coming, and you can stay with us for a while. I have a bed too...... A little far from the city, though."

Mr. Rebecca cut it out abruptly when he was drinking tea after dinner. Mr. Sherrow is also nodding umm.

I am very pleased with the suggestion. It's somehow too good a treatment for a strange, amnesiac, inland clothed, unidentified kid with as many as eight vocations. You're too good a person to be anxious.

But it just can't be that sweet, and no matter what I say, I have to go home once. I didn't say anything to my parents, and what's on the online auction stays the same.

As long as I'm distressed by the generosity of the corners......

"I'm so glad you could say that to something like me, but it's just so painful to sweeten it so much that I'm thinking about trying my own best. I think it would be a little money to sell this handheld item..."

That's what I said, and I spread my own knife on the table that I was bringing in a few bottles because I thought it was in self-defense.

- I met knife-making in my first year of middle school.

My junior high school advisor was a tech teacher (although he also taught math), and when I saw him doing a custom knife builder on the side of the job and making knives after school, I'd haunt myself at some point, and I still keep making them at a rate of about one every six months.

Well, I still have a relationship with that tech teacher, so they give me cheap ingredients, lend me tools, and they keep me going, even when I'm Neat. I can hardly buy power tools for steel anyway.

Mr. Sherrow takes an intriguing bottle and begins to look at it as if it were to be ordained.

Think of it as a weapon... and bring in the longest bowie knife in your hand.

With a thick knife that measures 35cm in length and 20cm across the blade, not many individuals may make this size. As soon as I carry it with me in Japan, I can use it as soon as I discover it, but I made it to love it myself, so I have no problem with it.

The steel is ATS-34. Stainless steel staple for knives.

The sheath (leathery) is also homemade. This dish boasts cowhide leather and fine carving.

"That's a good knife. I've seen a lot of work blades, but I've never seen a body so polished as to show such a face. It's polite to make, and it's quite expensive, isn't it?

And, in a way, he also seems to be popular with Mr. Sherrow, who should also be a blade professional.

I don't know how much "pretty expensive" refers to, but it's a self-made piece by an anonymous amateur, so even if you put it on an online auction, it would be better to be 10,000 yen. Well, I'm not even willing to sell anything online.

"It's something I don't remember, and I don't know what kind of product it is, but I feel it's a good one, too. If I could sell a few bottles and fund my activities for a while..., I think"

"Right. This would be a lot of money. Let's ask at a tool shop I know."

"Oh, thank you!

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What I was bringing to this world, besides the example bowie knife, is two sheath knives with the smallest drop point and one medium sized hunter knife. I'm not going to sell a bowie knife because it's a specially handled product, but I'm going to sell a sheath knife and a hunter knife.

If only it had been one gold coin in all...

Mr. Sherrow's acquaintance with a tool shop was a big one, contrary to expectations.

Because I really think about things under the impression of RPG, I'm not associating myself with the toolshop stuff of the example masterpiece RPG. "Welcome. This is a tool shop. What will you do? Do you want to gear it up here? I like the 120G," like the little shop Osama does on his own on about 5tsubo.

The tool shop says "Meeker Chamber of Commerce," and it's the biggest store in this neighborhood. When I went inside, it felt more like a weapons store than a tool store.

The store is likely to have about 30 tsubos instead of 5 tsubos. The items sold are.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"This is a weapons store. What will you do? Do you want to gear up here?" That's what I said.

Swords, knives, spears, mace, wands, axes, armor, shields, and snares on your hands. They sell coats, clothes and shoes, as well as tools that they would use for their journeys, sleeping bags, ropes and pans and dishes, and pine lights and lanterns that they use for lighting.

...... Fun!!

I love these stores! Exactly the adventurer's home center. Hey.

I can kill half a day here. Wow.

When I was obsessed and watching weapons and protective gear or something, Mr. Sherrow came to call me like he was scared.

... Sorry, I'm obsessed with you... I really don't have eyes for this...

Mr. Sherrow negotiated with the store owner and told me to show him the knife anyway because he would buy it out.

Take out a knife other than a bowie knife and arrange it on the counter.

The owner is a bald father with 40 muscles. Contrary to his strong appearance, his eyes are tender.

"... that's something I don't see around here... If so, is it from inland or from the mountains...? What the hell is going on?"

and so on, while saying bumps, the test is carried out.

I'm sorry, that's from Earth. I'm technically the one who made it. - I can't even say - so I watched him inspect it in silence.

Apparently, Mr. Sherrow had told me beforehand that I was amnesiac, and the assessment was closed without more prying than necessary.

"You kept me waiting. - In conclusion, if you're going to sell me this guy, I'm going to give you 10 gold coins in total."

"What!?

I was lightly out of line. 10 sheets!?

Ten pieces of gold are converted into Japanese yen..., calculated at 1 el = 150 yen of the provisional estimate just now, you, 10 pieces of gold are 10,000 el...

… for 1.5 million yen.

"- Oh, don't get me wrong. If it's worth it as a knife, it's about a piece of gold.... It's just that so far this knife has not been handed down to this country, something I'll even start and see. Plus, I don't know about steel. It's like iron, given its specific gravity... I've never even seen the handle material. In short, it's a mystery from what?"

Well, I guess so. The steel is made of stainless steel in Japan, and the handle material is Maikarta (a rice-made demographic material).

"... So you're buying me away the mystery?

"Mystery, that's more credible than that. I mean amnesia...... but for example, suppose you lost your memory on the way to bring this guy as a sample from around 'Empire City' or 'Mountain'. So, if it was held up in our midst because it has no sentence, you can't buy and beat it even though you know it was made with an elaborate piece of new technology. The credibility of the store and, more importantly, pride. So 10 gold coins. Instead, let me study how to make this knife."

I see. If I were a merchant and a messenger with a sample to sell a new product from another country, there's no way I'd buy a sea onion for amnesia.

But does saying samples or something mean I look like a merchant?

"If you weren't a merchant, you wouldn't be so eager to check out the merchandise in the store. Losing your memory doesn't change that!

and the shopkeeper laughing wahaha.

I see. I'm just a fan of things (tools). Though there is a merchant's vocation.

They buy it high, so let's be honest and let's make it sweet. I'm honestly glad that you're having trouble funding your immediate activities.

Besides, if it was gold, I might be able to redeem it when I get back over there for a little while... Yikes!

"Then we have a deal. Just give me a minute."

That's what he says. He takes out 10 gold coins and puts them in a blue wipe bag.

I turned to Mr. Sherrow and Mr. Rebecca and said, feeling the weight of receiving it.

"Thank you so much, Sherrow, Rebecca, from what to what. Thanks to both of you, we were blessed, we were able to register for the guild, and we were able to fund our activities in this city. This is all I have to thank you for, but use this if you like."

And I took the bowie knife out of my bag and gave it to Mr. Sherrow.