Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

The details of Efta's slavery contract with Deanna, she decided, "To obey Zillow's orders (apart from sexual ones). Zillow alone has the right to breach the contract. Zillow must take care of Deanna's minimum clothing and living. Breach of contract is a breach, but blessings are lost" should have been the content. Technically, I had finer decisions to make, but this is what it looked like when it came to the big mess......

It was the elf man who performed the spiritual contract magic, but he didn't do anything to tamper with the contract under oath.

Instead, they say that holding hands and spinning magic at the time of the contract is to prevent such tampering, and even if the contract magic is used with the altered content, the person holding hands does not accept the content, so it is bounced.

However, as Efta said, even if only the spiritual contract with the high elves needs attention and the high elves themselves don't want it, the spirits will tamper with the content on their own so that the high elves will be in their favor.

That's not the case with regular elves, which means it's an event that only happens to high elves... but I wonder if this is the biggest reason I couldn't sell this guy to the bookers...

Well, in the end, I haven't got anything I need to work in another world from now on, but rather an outfit that has carried something extra on my back.

That tattoo may look familiar and feel cute one of these days, but so far it feels like colorful and congratulatory specifications, and it feels like I'm kind of honestly not happy to say I got a memorial elf.

But how could I have been chosen for the special guidance...

There is also a sense that Efta ate a cup.

It was just Neat's. I couldn't do a full rush or anything.

It was...

But I don't know if it's a good idea if he's going to hurt me...

...... for now, look for the opening proposal while confirming the details!

"Mr. Efta. Regardless of the contract, my contract with Deanna was completed, but helping Deanna guide you as a solo family is still alive, isn't it?

"Yes, naturally, we will back you up until the guidance is achieved."

Backup seems to be alive.

My blessing is at stake if you don't at least let me use this backup as well. I said, "Work so you can live without a shortage," but there's nothing else. I don't even have that much money anymore.

Mostly because it's all Mr. Sherrow's house where I slept in different worlds... I've never even stayed in an inn yet...

"... So can you set up one slave who can escort us?... Look, please, Deanna too"

"If you're your husband, you're behaving differently. don't have to wear it, do you?

I'm going to say it with my superior eye, Deanna.

She's cute, she's still like someone else, emotionally! If you don't do me a favor, I won't be what I need for Deanna!

"Oh...... speaking of which, you said you wanted a slave for an escort when you first met him. And then I said I wanted an elf, so I totally forgot about the shock."

Have you been subtly Frank since the contract was completed? This efta.... good for the basket though.

"That's right. Sometimes he wanted me to do business, because I'm going to need it also in the sense of Mr. Deanna's escort. What do you say?

"You're asking for it from me too, Efta. Your husband is worthless."

Don't insignificantly poison this kid. I have to punish you later. I have to!

"Yeah, it could be about a slave for escort. I'm just here at the slave shop."

"... I agree a lot lightly, but isn't it cheap, even for escorts?

"It's not cheap, but if you need it, you can't help it... More importantly, this time Mr. Zillow asked me to work for him. Think of it as a service and be thankful for it, because it's bad for me."

I hate the way you put it!

But I wonder why I can't hate you because of the naturalness of Bonbong. Rather than feeling spicy, you feel like you like pranks "flirting," Efta.

But somehow, the feeling of youngest son to youngest son is getting hissy. This definitely doesn't feel right.

"Then I'm going to ask my husband here for a moment. There's not so much demand for escort slaves, so you might not have much choice."

That's what I said, Efta leaving the room.

A slave for escort…? It's kind of like having to earn another one when you sign up for even more new slaves here.

Wouldn't it be something if I had to move my life base to another world altogether already...

Mr. Rebecca opened his mouth, making sure Efta left and watching what had been done so far in silence.

"Hey...... Zillow, are you okay? If you want to break your contract with that kid, I'll take care of it. If there's an agreement between the two of us, we can destroy it, right? I have nothing to do with the contract, and... I know a few things about how to make you listen."

Mr. Rebecca turns a terrible eye on Deanna that I've never shown before.

Wow, I'm scared.

Even Deanna, a natural flavor that I'm not afraid of, has been shot at and distracted.

"... thank you, Mr. Rebecca. But there are some things that I also think about, so I'm thinking about trying my best not to be forced. At least, the more (...) she works for me..."

"Wow, I work properly! The Spirit just changed the deal, and I'm not terrible."

"Phew...... Yeah. Well, I'm as much of a nonverbalist as I can get into a man's job. But..., if you're in trouble, tell me, Zillow."

"Yes, thank you"

Mr. Rebecca, you can count on me. Wow...... But everywhere I rely too much, I want to be sweet wow......

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After a while Ephta said she had returned and collected escort slaves in another room, so she went to see them.

It's time for me to get drunk. I was starting to freak out again about a situation that could never have happened in modern Japan, where I was going to see what I had collected slaves...

Besides, you buy one from there...

A different world. A different world! And maybe it was floating too weird...... I don't know about different worlds, but buying someone else's whole life is too arrogant.

If I were a brave man, I'd rather fight to eradicate slavery, I wonder if I might have had a choice...

But you mean I was Toruoko...

... Come on! Cut it off and I'll buy you a girl with big tits! Yay!

This way, and the master of the trade hall passed me to a room with a high ceiling of about 20 tatami, where slaves and people were connected and lined up with ropes.

Oh, no.

Of course, but this, he's a bee and a slave.

Connected by a rope, with uniformly dark eyes, wearing a clean but very simple white piercing coat.

Races vary, but they're all men. Not only humans, but Dwarves and beastly men as well.

Heavy......

I smiled, "What do you think? If you don't mind, let me explain to each and every one of you whether you have any vocational or escort experience," and some contrasts with the owner of the trade mall, which is even heavier...

I just wanted to pick and get out, but you're just a man.

”Strong, young girl." What a fictional presence in the fantasy world. You really hate it in different worlds where dreams can often be broken!

"What will you do, Mr. Zillow? If you're an escort, you might want something with a proximity vocation, something with mercenary experience, or someone who signed up to work for Hunters Guild. He's the one from Dwarf over there, he seems to recommend it. It's a little unusual to be a warrior."

So, what do we do?

I can't tell you how embarrassed I am to say "good luck actually". I wonder if they'll say "insane" again.

Hmm, what a good excuse......

And, inadvertently, Deanna and I looked each other in the eye and came with a pin. Here it is!

"Yeah, right. Actually, it's also a first condition that I want something skilled as an escort... but I also want to ask for the job of taking care of this child, so I'd prefer her and a woman close to her age if possible. Exactly, you're also allergic to asking a stubborn man like them to take care of a young woman. So we have to compromise somewhat and even have a combat vocation. So no slaves for young women?

All right, perfect logic! You fall in love with me.

The owner of the store said, "Oh, is that what happened?" etc., and Efta laughed and felt bad. Shit, I don't care what this guy thinks anymore!

"Now let me prepare a slave for a young woman with a combat vocation. Sorry, just a moment."

And, your husband.

"Your husband is a paramedic."

and Deanna. Leave me alone.

Then again, I gathered slaves in another room, so I moved.

They treat female slaves and male slaves separately and won't let them stay in the same room.... That's the Efta bastard! You're trying to fit in again!

Thanks, I think he's making fun of me... I'll pursue you!

"Mr. Efta, did you want me to show your husband at the mall with a male slave bondage?

"No, I'm sorry. He wanted an escort, so I thought it would be a good idea... When it comes to taking care of Mr. Deanna, does that mean letting him replace the maid as well? You're greedy, Mr. Zillow."

You Tanuki brother.

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The number of people is a lot smaller, but there is also a wide spectrum to be said of the female version of the room just now.

Uniquely dark eyes, different races, clean piercing clothes.

Hmmm...... I knew it was Hevi. Wow...

We all thought we were teenagers or 20s and we didn't want to be slaves or anything. I was wondering if you would fight as an escort because you have a combat vocation...

Maybe it's worse to be emotional than you need to be in slavery, but it's not so easy to break it off, after all.

"Uh, my husband. You mean everyone here has a fighting vocation, right? Do you have any kids who actually have combat experience?

And I'll indulge the girl as I hear it.

Even if it's a cool thing to say, you'd rather have a child of your choice in the end.

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I'm sorry, I'm here. A brown-skinned girl.

He's got dark eyes, like all the other kids, but his fishing eyes are thick brows in his little eyes. Purple hair like amethyst is also beautiful.

I'm not old enough to be 20 years old and have a great style.

A splendid breast to insist on, even from the top of a plain piercing coat.

More importantly, slightly longer and pointy ears.

That's... isn't that the dark elf we're talking about in our industry? Ugh, uh-huh, why aren't you in line here?

"............... Oh, you know what? Were you listening?

And, your husband. I'm sorry. I didn't hear anything. Even if you were listening, the information was already obsolete.

"Tell me about this girl"

And when I nominated Dark Elf, confusion and surprise came to the look on everyone's face. What's so surprising, chimies? You know how I like my elves.

"Mr. Zillow. The child is a Turk. Maybe you don't really care about that, okay?

"So what is it? Turks?"

... According to Efta's description, the Turks don't even say that because of their distinctive brown skin and ears similar to the elves, they are the object of persecution as false elves... but they appear to be a discriminating species.

That trend is particularly pronounced in this country, where they do not discriminate in brown in the southern fire countries......

He also seems to recognize that the Turks are not much loved by the Spirit, and there are no examples of more than two vocations, and in this country with a strong spiritual faith, he feels considerably narrower in his shoulders. Finally, I managed to get a small number of guides......

Mm-hmm. I see.

But it doesn't matter to me at all!

I've already made up my mind about this girl!

"The kid, his name is Marina...... there was another reason why I couldn't recommend him much."... the knight of the night is his vocation. "

And my husband says sorry.

Hmm? Sounds good. Especially for escorts. Is there a problem?

"Why can't I have a knight?

"That's because knights can only be men, Zillow. So a woman with a knight's vocation is regarded as essentially the same as having no vocation whatsoever. You can actually fight. That's why it's happening."

and angry Mr. Rebecca.

Can't a woman be a knight...? But I guess you're a combat vocation, and Mr. Rebecca says you can fight, and you have no problem with that, no matter what you think.

... and right. Does the vocation make more sense than "I can't get a knight's job" because it's a profession? I really can't think with the RPG brain. A vocation is a vocation! It's not a game!

I'll talk to Marina directly to talk to her....... don't lighten up a bit.

"Yeah, I'm hoping to buy you from now on, do you have any combat experience? Can I do my chores? Can you read the letters?

Behind you, the Efta bastard says, "Honor the slaves!" and so forth. "You're getting so reluctant.

But while I'm at it, it's hilarious! Something's gotten catacotted with the question... But all of a sudden I can't give a tame mouth or anything to a woman I don't know!

When I thought I was mozzled by my question, Marina said, suddenly kicking at me like she had decided to.

Perhaps I could say I ran my mouth.

"Wow, wow. If I am the Lord who deserves to take the knight's oath, show me proof of that! If you don't, you'll know you can't take my body, right?

Shit, what is this kid, super cute?

But are you okay? I've become a Gudagda on the way. Hang in there! Hang in there till the end!

As I was soothing, Deanna scratched from the side.

"Marina. I'm Deanna. Deanna Luna, Arbella. She's an Elf princess. Be my runner and devote your life to me, close to loyalty to me. Then you, the humble Turks, will have the protection of the Spirit."

Deanna......

Why did you suddenly get on...... And with a bar read.

When am I the one to sign the contract?

But it's funny, okay?

"Ooh, princess!

"Please, Marina..."

It was me doing the contract procedure with the two guys on the edge.