Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"Mr. Rebecca, I hadn't said hello to the villagers about the move yet. And if only I could hire someone who's available in the village who can clean the mansion and cook... I don't know."

"Greetings? Oh, yeah. Actually, it's a lot more rumored about Zillow, but should I say hello once and for all?"

That's a word you shouldn't listen to.

"Ugh, is that a rumor...?

"If you go from the village to the woods, it's just my house, right? It's been a lot of noise lately."

I see, so is that. It was the craftsman with the materials who came and went to the woods to maintain the mansion, and the standout Mr. Hetty's carriage came and went every day... I wonder what people in the village are like...

But instead, it saves explanations. Results, it's O'Rei!

"Then let's say to the villagers we 'built' a mansion over the woods. Didn't anyone recognize the mansion? Deanna said it was protected by the 'junction', and it's a hassle to explain."

"Hmmm...... right...... You might as well do that. However, if that's the case..."

"Maybe?"

"Mm-hmm. Well, you're fine. Shall we say hello to the village chief?"

Rebecca doesn't feel like she's going to boil it down, but she's going to be okay.

They say greetings are fine if left only to the village chief, and will soon diffuse throughout the village.

I've heard of unusually fast transmission of information in rural areas like this, but you mean the power of testimonials is amazing. I'm glad you went out of your way to gather all the villagers and say hello.

- Nah, I thought, "The kid who does the maid wants to choose from all the kids in the village! It was me with the contradiction. But even my employer doesn't hire me for games, so it's only natural that I want to choose from as many options as possible! Of course!

Whatever your vocation is, I'm not thinking about ok or anything like that if you're a pretty girl, really. Seriously.

"Speaking of which, uh, help? If I were to hire you, how much is the wage or something? On a monthly basis...... well, I think I can pay for it to some extent. Mostly -"

I don't know what the concept of the holidays is going on over here, but as a day off a week, I got them to work from morning to evening, as lunch aid, as a uniform loan..., self-sufficiency conversion - a lot of seco - 6,400 yen for 8 hours of 800 yen self-sufficiency, no transportation costs because it's on foot, because this one week is about 5 weeks in January in 6 days..., 160,000 yen for 6,400 yen multiplied by 25 days. If so, convert it with this gold...

"- If it's about a piece of gold."

When I present the amount, Mr. Rebecca and Mr. Hetty meet face to face.

Shit! They actually break through the fact that I'm the one with the smallest ass hole!!

"Uh... no, I'm kidding about a piece of gold, haha. Is it still about 2 pieces of gold..."

"It's not that way, Zillow... One gold coin is too much. If you're going to hire even a real butler, the main thing is still to take care of housework and horses, right? It doesn't matter if you work that much, because anyone in the village can do it - maybe three to five silver coins."

"That's Eliche. If you live in Teito, you can sign up for even one piece of silver coin and kill it..."

"Oh, that one still is (...)"

"Still, it's a lot better than it was at one time."

Mr. Rebecca and Mr. Hetty discuss the difference between Eliche and Empire City. I wonder if Eliche means higher labor costs for richer than the rest of the city.

Even so, there are too many gold coins.

It's only 45,000 yen for three pieces of silver. Will people come for such a thin salary? It's fine because it helps cheap buns...... But at least I'll give you five silver coins.

Mr. Rebecca guides me to the front of a house just a little bigger. It's a stone bungalow like any other house, even if it's big. This is our village chief's mansion. Mr. Rebecca opened the door as he called the village chief's name, and an old man came out nuzzled with a white beard who had only a feeling of "out, village chief out" from inside.

"... oh, is that what happened? I didn't expect a leading merchant like Zillow to set up a mansion in such a remote area. I want you to be very kind with my village of Yahtut."

Mr. Rebecca briefly introduces me, and if I briefly greet myself, the village chief will exaggerate and say this. Since when did you have the illusion that you were a powerful merchant?

"I said 'built' the mansion. Building mansions in the suburbs with little regard for efficiency is a classic game for big merchants."

Mr. Rebecca explains it to me as hissohisso. Hey, I see... you feel like a villa...

But it's easier for villagers to make me think I'm a big merchant... and maybe... okay.

No difficulty saying hello? I cut the mayor out of wanting a maid. At first I tried to get Rebecca, who would be trustworthy, to cut me out, but she seems to mistake me for a leading merchant, and it would be OK from me.

The village chief who heard the story said, "Oh, if that's the case," he quickly gathered people, and when he realized it, it had developed into a situation where nearly 50 villagers would gather. It is an information transmission power to be carried out.

When I heard that my monthly salary was five pieces of silver coins, I gathered not only for my young daughter, but also until I was an aunt who was just a young wife for my second son.

I shouldn't have been shy to say "Oh, only for teens" or anything!

They all have jobs, but when it comes to eating with 5 silver coins, they say it's pretty tasty (...). Enough to throw out at least my current job.... This is a very difficult atmosphere to say if you don't mind living in it.

Mr. Hetty said that the meal comes out at the residence and the job description is just to take care of the chores and the horses, and yet there are five pieces of silver coins. If I did that job in Imperial Capital, the application would have arrived lightly on a 1,000 basis.

Well, whatever it is, it means you can choose all you want.

First of all, the youngster from the farmhouse, the third boy, the fourth boy, who won't inherit the field, has come all the way here, but naturally it's a pass about these men. Why did you come here to recruit maids, these people?

Granny passes because I can't use it. You can do your job, but I'm talking about caring for horses and heavy labor.

Oba and the young lady don't seem to have any problems from the point of view of their work, so stay. It's too blatant to leave only young girls behind.

My young daughter came more than I thought.

They're all like, "The Country Daughter! It feels very good." When I say country girl, naturally she is not Japanese - she is a rural girl of Western descent (although I don't know what kind of blood mix it is). Looks like someone from a book I used to read, like knitting three dull redheads and wearing a straw hat.

"... Well, Mr. Rebecca, we got together more than I expected, but I'd like to interview each and every one of you, if possible, to decide, what do you think?"

"Isn't that nice? I'm more or less familiar, so I think I can give some advice."

Therefore, we were to rent the village chief's house and interview each and every one of them.

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"I have a cook's vocation! The specialty dish is lilyla's herb grill!

"Your father praised me for my good massage -!

"My vocation is to be a nanny, so I think I can count on you to raise my children."

"The vocation is a farmer, but you can do the chores right! Best wishes!

"You can ride a horse!

"You can count the money"

"Gardener. I can do garden work"

"You're in the village vigilante, so you can fight monsters. He's a spear man."

"If it's smoked, I'll take care of it!

"I'm the daughter of a horse shop, so it's an absolute bargain. Yes."

"Dear merchant, do you really want five silver coins?

"I'm a sewer. You can fix things, and if you have cloth, you can make clothes."

"I'll take care of the pickles!

It's a very varied talent, for example. Guys, we each have something we're good at, and I don't know if it's the magic of five silver coins, but it's motivating.

Nevertheless, we used a simple selection method this time - which I can't say is a very good way to do it - and that narrowed it down a lot.

"Well, first of all, these two are my slaves, and you're going to have to work together, but no problem, right? For once, I wonder if that means seniors."

That said, I'm just going to introduce Deanna and Marina, but the simple villagers had a dramatic effect on their opponents.

- It worked a lot differently than I thought.

I just told the two of them to "stay dignified anyway," and kept them waiting next door during the interview.

Marina was a Nohon as usual, but Deanna had too many signs of intimidation or divinity.

Deanna sometimes gives these extraordinary signs, but for some reason this time it's especially strong, and I can't stand Deanna's colorless gaze and the younger kid keeps falling off - resigning for a single convenience -.

I told you to be grand, but you don't have to want to see anything like that king... Should I have told you to keep me company......

The blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, I had two people in my seat (there about the Pocchari merchant, and there was the thought of choosing a kid who wouldn't look bad when I found How did this happen......

The girls out there said, "Oh, I can't work with such a tough looking elf!" "E... He says that working disrespectfully on the Elves would make him a pig..." "The Turks seemed kind," I can hear him leaking. Deanna's appearance - is it because she surprisingly grew up well that she doesn't flatter about the tattoo?

At any rate, all my young daughters have declined because they don't have the guts to work with ”tough looking elves," or something else. My aunt and young wife aren't quitting...... Something is wrong......

"Hmmm...... Deanna, did you use any magic? I can't stand the pressure of the name of your gaze, and the younger kid keeps resigning."

"It's an argument. I didn't do anything."

Deanna of the day is a shillet.

Hmmm...... I told him to be dignified, so he was just dignified as the word goes... and I wonder if that's why the little girl, so overwhelmed, just ran off on her own.

"But hey, just some young kid. They're all resigned. Fear Deanna."

"You shouldn't hire a child to fall off that much, my lord."

You can't possibly do that much (...)!

Oh, no!

"Besides... your husband has no sight for a girl"

Besides, I even got an unwarranted tantrum!

Well, I'd be lying if they did tell me that I didn't adore my innocent, makeup free country girl at all!

"Ooh... this kid is just the original stone of diamonds... I definitely want to polish it..." or something like I don't remember running my mouth off.

But I can't help it. I'm a little floated.

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"Oh, um... Dear merchant, could my daughter please interview me?"

After that, Deanna was very careful (I just asked her to take care of herself) and the interview progressed unexpectedly.

Now, when I tried to get into the selection, I opened the door and Oba came in with a smile like the one I pasted.

I mean, I want you to interview my daughter, but my pivotal daughter sues Oddod and her mother as she pulls her sleeve, "Mmm-hmm. I can't do that," "I can't do that," "I can't do that," "I can't do that," and she says, "You shut up," and she kicks me in the ass.

Short bob cut inconsistently, she's a gray-haired daughter with an impressive forehead stretched out enough to hide her eyes.

"Yes, I'm still fine."

And the mother walks in with her hands. My daughter is odd around the entrance.

"When you were my daughter, you had the ability, but it was a great idea to pull in. It's hard to move even today when I tell you to go, and shame on you, depending on what my mother, I, brought in, yeah."

That's how the mother starts talking about leaving her daughter. I'm scared of that sticky smile, this guy. You mean your eyes aren't laughing... You say you have the same eyes as the mothers who tried so hard to make their children entertainers that you saw them on TV before?

"I don't think we should get involved with this..." Mother's sales talk continued as well.

"My daughter's vocation is to be the only 'secretary' in this village. Naturally, I've been praised in the city for reading and writing perfectly, and the letters are beautiful. And naturally, you can take care of the house and the horses. My mother's cooking as much as I care..."

She was the mother who lined up the sale of her daughter with her daughter on her ass who wandered her gaze with Oddod in the back, but she realized something and stopped talking.

"What...? Why did Rebecca..."

"I've been there since the beginning. Mr. Berca."

Mr. Rebecca, who laughs and answers with a nickel. Apparently, this Mr. Berca didn't realize Mr. Rebecca was here.

Hmm? Was there something wrong with having Mr. Rebecca? Well, you can ask Mr. Rebecca for more information later.

The mother's machine gun talk was interrupted, so she asked her mother to leave because she would let her daughter talk to her and decide the rest. It was Mr. Berca who left with great regret (I will not forget to hang a burst like half a threat to my daughter).

But there are people like that in this world, too. Would I monster pair up if I had school or something......

Well, anyway, all you have to do is talk to my gray-haired daughter who's still odd near the entrance for two or three, and I'm just gonna pick my maid!