Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"Mr. Milk Pearl. How was it? Gifts, can you accept them?

"Hehe, of course I'll let you take it....... thanks"

"Looks like you're happy, more importantly. It was worth it, too."

"I'm really glad. I never thought he'd think this way. If you hadn't done this, you probably wouldn't have known for the rest of your life.... I really feel the best right now"

That being said, Mr. Milk Pearl touches a shining necklace at the neck. "It's an honor," I said, turning to Mr. Efta.

Whatever it is, now the battle is my win. You can have it. This will give you an elf.

"Excellent work, Mr. Zillow. I had no idea you were coming with these hands. This is my complete defeat."

"Honestly, there are some parts of me that have been helped by luck. But the mayor seems happy, and I'm glad to hear it."

"Right. There are hardly any more delightful gifts. From now on, I will also refer to"

"Ha, do it well. The most important thing is to put their voids on."

"I see. It's important that they don't even think about it."

"Yes, yes.... By the way, now the battle is my win... So you can get an elf, eh? What do you want me to do about it?

"Of course, it's a promise, and we have a contract, so I'll naturally give you the elf. However, this one is also ready to be extradited, so enjoy the party here for about 2 more yurcas. I'll pick you up again."

"Okay. Looking forward to it."

Thus, Mr. Efta and I break up once again.

I wonder what I'll do to prepare. I wonder if I'll even put on some pretty clothes and makeup or something for the delivery.

Is the name you want me to call you, "husband" or "husband"? Or "Lord" or "Master Zillow" is hard to get rid of. Oh, I don't know about "Ooi". Me, my youngest, so I wanted a sister! Hmm? Don't get me wrong! Sound! Sound!

Hey, but hey, my dream spreads. Right.

I drink too much sticking around!!

There's still a long way to go before Mr. Efta gets here, so I have to thank Mr. Rebecca and Mr. Sherrow or something.

Mr. Rebecca had a good time colluding with face-to-face invitees about whether his face was known there in the city. Mr. Sherrow is also making a foolish scene with the invitees...... You're the type to get gudagda when you're really drunk, Mr. Sherrow. Well, the liquor here is delicious, and I know I drink too much, but I'm already quite drunk.

I just thanked Mr. Sherrow and decided I'd already forgotten tomorrow.

Just Mr. Rebecca, okay, for today.

"You're annoying. Thank you, Mr. Rebecca, for all the work you've done. It seems that we have managed to delight in the gift."

Mr. Rebecca, who drank fruit liquor and dyed his cheeks slightly to the vermilion, is quite colorful. It makes my hair look unusual, because I wear makeup, or it makes me feel extra dodgy. I want to get as far as I can with the booze momentum.

"Obnoxious Zillow. I didn't expect it to be this exciting. I was half-hearted when I first heard you talk, actually."

"No, I bet it worked out for me, too. I just had a vague feeling it was gonna work."

"Really? Instead, there's a lot of MC in the hall. By the letter, I came grumpy too. Wow.... Speaking of which, I haven't eaten lately, helipail"

"What kind of helipail is that? Actually, I don't know."

"There's a lake called Lake Helipa to the north. There he is......, a pretty fish that gnawed? It's like that. It's hard to scratch, but it's oily and it's delicious.

"I see, you want to try that once. Is Lake Helipa far away?

"I wonder if it would take about two days in the carriage if it was from Eliche. There's a city by the lake, lots of cute lodging, and it's really beautiful and nice."

I wonder if it's like a tourist destination in another world. At the place for young couples, when they eat helipail, the stamina is allergic and the nani is helipail at night? That's pretty nasty and nice. "Yes... Swallow as you go. My helipaire..." or something I'd like to say, too.

I guess that's where I'm going on my honeymoon with the elf girl, too. Your husband's helipair broke out and gave my vik (hereinafter abbreviated

"... let's go next time - Zillow"

"... Huh? Oh, right. Sounds like fun if we all go."

Right, Mr. Rebecca, who answers lightly and laughs demonically.

Might as well save a little money and give the two of us a trip.

This time Mr. Rebecca offered to pay the price for it, especially since he had a lot of help, but he refused, either as expected or after all.

But that's not how it works. Mr. Rebecca told me how you could be so good.

"The people I met based on Baraka's guidance," The Patrol of the Great Spirit, "they say, can be friends for the rest of their lives. So we're already friends. I'm just doing what I can for my friends. Hey."

I see. I was honestly happy that you were my friend, but I had to thank you..., I tried to prepare it properly.

"Mr. Rebecca. Thank you for helping me so much this time,... You said you didn't need it, but I'm sorry, so please take this."

The present for Mr. Rebecca is a ring made from a large garnet. This is what Rebecca, with beautiful red hair, looked after from her hand, whether she had a good red jewel or not.

This was also requested of Mr Bill for the production of the foundation. I'll free Peridot, so make this for free too! And that's what I asked forcefully.

The ring section is silver. The clasp is gold and is carved like a shellfish pinching a jewel. Somehow Art Nouveau tone and cool. It would look good on Mr. Rebecca, although it would be too flashy for a plain-faced Japanese.

Enchant doesn't deserve it. In other words, Peridot, given to Mr. Milk Pearl, was supposed to be the Spirit Stone of the day, so he used my Spirit Stone (crystal) to enlighten the cleric. I wanted to enchant this garnet too, but I just couldn't behave that much like a spiritual stone. I only have two more.

As a matter of course, I bought a ring case in Japan, and if you give it 1,000 yen, you'll get something superior. I've been selling it in the 100-yen shop lately, but it's a gift, so it's a boulder.

I was wondering if you would still solidify your receipt here, Mr. Rebecca, but I would take it very seriously. I don't care about the ring. I'm listening without saying anything about my pussy.

Hmm? I wonder what's wrong. Wouldn't you have preferred it?

"Eh...... You didn't really like it, did you?

"Uh, yeah. No, no, no. Haha, thanks"

"No, it's good if you liked it. I don't know if the size fits properly, so try to fit it in. Probably just fine with my middle finger."

I couldn't measure the size beforehand, so I relied on the eye mass and Mr. Bill's eyesight (I waved impotently to make it out of the size of the woman's finger I was with then).

"Bye, yes"

So you give me the ring, and you stick your left hand out, Mr. Rebecca.

Hmm? What do you mean?

You mean, put it on? Mr. Rebecca's a lot drunk, too. Wouldn't this be a problem? In front of such a public......

Well, look, Mr. Sherrow's starting to dance over there somewhere. How rude of you to be in a booze seat!

"Now if you'll excuse me."

And, trying to put a ring on my middle finger......, why don't you swell with booze! I'm not in!

I had no choice, so I put it on my finger.

If you put a ring on your left hand pharmacopoeia, there won't be a custom like that over here, well, it doesn't matter.

"Yes! I'll take care of it!

Mr. Rebecca says with a smile holding the ring. I usually feel like my sister's skin, but when I get drunk, I get a little young, or I feel cute...

Ho, let's fall in love ~ ~.

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After exactly two hours or so, Mr. Efta came back.

Well, we're finally out of line. Dorky is a pain in the ass. I'm gonna pee a little bit first.

"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Zillow. Please accompany us as we rent a merchant museum because the delivery is signed and contracted."

"Ah, yes. Best wishes. I have one of them, can I come with you?"

"Yes, I don't mind."

So I went with Rebecca, who claims to follow me, to the slave trade center, which I was frightened of the other day and couldn't let in.

I was wondering if it would be a room for business talks, or if you would wait a little while in a private room, so that Mr. Rebecca and I could wait.

... Shit. It's like anxiety like I'm looking forward to. It's like I'm just drinking too much, there's no such thing. I'm going to throw up lightly after alternating......

In fact, you haven't been able to face something properly called slavery yet, or you don't really understand it in a realistic way...

Maybe I should understand now, but since I've come this far, I guess I'll just have to move on. Move it, me! Move it!

"Move on! Me!

"Duh... what's wrong, suddenly, Zillow"

"Oh, no, I was about to break it to myself. I was actually still freaking out about making slaves my own."

"It's okay. Because when I say slave, it's like signing a contract for permanent employment. Oh, apart from sex slaves?

………………

"Oh, what a sudden silence... No way......, is that what this is about?

"No, you didn't make that clear, speaking of which"

Time for some flowing silence.

That's all right! Nothing! If you were a man, you'd admire everyone! I'm not saying anything weird. I am! I want sex slaves!

"I'm not a sex slave, Mr. Zillow."

From the gap in the door, Mr. Efta, I hope you don't freak me out in a double sense. Hmm? You're not a sex slave, are you?

Yeah......, well yeah.

I knew it! I knew it! I knew there was no such delicious story!

"It wasn't particularly that kind of promise this time either. I wasn't fooling you, but it was the wind that Mr. Zillow would have liked to be an elf girl, too, so I wouldn't deny I didn't dare mention it either."

"No, of course not. No problem at all."

Yabe, the end of the story got weird. I don't know how upset I am!

"Well......, I've got this one ready, so I'll bring it in now"

"Ah, yes. Please."

Whatever the sex slave thing is, it's finally time to meet the elf girl.

I'm so nervous, I really think I'm gonna throw up. I hit him 120 times a minute in the heart or something - about as fast as that. It's the end of drunkenness that wakes me up.

But I'm glad you drank it! If it was a syrup, I might have passed out.

First Mr. Efta, then the elf man comes into the room.

"This way, please," Efta calls.

An elf girl who enters the room relaxed.

The hair is a beautiful, smooth velvety, striking platinum "Platinum," stretched up to the waist and tipped in one bracket.

Unfleshy but in an even style. He looks less tall than me. Is it as good as you, cleric?

Even though he's much smaller than a small-faced elf man, he's longer than an elf man, and his ears are dripping.

He wears a pendant, presumably made of spiritual stone, and a bracelet, anklet.

The costume is a pure white dress with embroidery and lace as the main body of silk.

And a red-blue, white-green geometric tattoo applied to the entire exposed skin. Probably all over the body.... It's perfectly in my face, so I'm totally transcending how cute my face is. The impact of the tattoo is too strong and she falls into a mild cerebral arrest state.

When I was being taken, Mr. Rebecca whispered to me softly.

"Zillow...... Though I originally thought it was a kina smell story...... White-haired elf..., that girl..., that's a high elf.... the royal family of elves"