Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

In the evening Marina returned in a depressed manner.

After all, I guess I couldn't get the object I wanted afterwards. It is as pale as when I went out (although I have Halvard).

In Mr. Rebecca's story, the race is about obsolete items, and Marina's scope of action. Then you won't be able to find them. It shouldn't mean you can't find it looking all over Eliche, so I think it's somewhere...

Well, for now, why don't you ask Marina what she was looking for?

"So, what were you looking for? You were talking to Olica about the present in the morning. You were looking for a gift for Orica, weren't you?

Is that a bit of a bother?

"Lord, which one did you know? Actually, I was looking for a handkerchief for the race. I found a store for sale, but for some reason they didn't sell it... I looked around and couldn't find it anywhere else... So I went back to the first store I found, but when I got back, the store was gone..."

Marina confessed lightly. Is it strange that you confessed? I guess I wasn't keeping it a secret.

Well, what do we do?

Now I'm like, "Ha-ha-ha! I wondered if that would happen, and I got it!" and so on, it is easy to pass the lace obtained from the ink vendor to Marina as it is, but I can feel the quality subtlety of giving it to something that would be used as a gift for Orica.

I don't mind because it's something I got from an ink vendor, but it better be good anyway. Even more so if it's for an important birthday.

Although, Orica's birthday is next week. There is no need to rush yet.

"Do you know Mr. Rebecca? Sell a handkerchief of lace in Eliche. That's the place. I don't care if it's used or new at this time. I mean, it's obsolete, so I guess the new ones are just tough."

"Hey...... I don't actually know where you're selling it, but if you're selling it, you have a mind. Yo? I can show you tomorrow, if you want."

That's Rebecca in trouble.

I saw a lot of Eliche around, too, to some extent, but mostly a man who specializes in apparent ways. The monstrous shops on the back street are still unexplored, and many of them haven't even noticed the existence of the type of shops where the signs haven't appeared.

If you hadn't heard of the place and what kind of building it was in the guild that you turned it into the first slave store you went to in the first place, you still wouldn't have noticed its existence.

The next afternoon, two of us, me and Rebecca, went out to find a store for the race.

Marina left a message.

And Marina, of course! And I wanted to come along, but it was off all day yesterday, so it's not a good idea to spoil it, so I ghosted my heart.

... is an excuse, just that when I got the race and then sold it to Marina, if it was higher than a single piece of silver coin, it was more than likely that he wouldn't receive it and didn't bring it.

I'm talking about how expensive it was originally.

Deanna said, "I'm gonna get you an Orica birthday present, too," and disappeared flashly. It's a free one anyway, but it'll be okay to leave it alone. I'm also slightly interested in what to prepare for Olica.

"So shall we go? It's kind of been a while since Zillow and I walked together."

"Speaking of which, you are. Either Deanna or Marina were more or less hooked these days. Well, I feel a lot more trained and stronger, and maybe we don't need any more escorts around the city."

"Ah, it's dangerous to be alarmed." If you're a warrior, you're still as good as Zillow, right?

"Then I'll do everything I can to escape. Let's get Machibisi ready for the getaway..."

In fact, I don't have to worry about being attacked by warrior extremists all over the city. What Mr Rebecca is saying is only a matter of mindset.

Walking through the city of Eliche talking about that, the shops dealing with luxury goods spotted the streets connecting houses, circled used clothing stores, and Mr. Rebecca listened to someone he knew -.

"Apparently they're selling it here, Zillow. It's kind of hard to get into."

"... right"

It is a clothing store for whores.

The location of the store is said to be the street of the whorehouse, a rather angry corner of Eliche.

Originally, whores and whorehouses themselves seem common in this world. Well, there are famous stories about the world's first born profession being a whore, and naturally, naturally.

But Eliche is a city developed by the power of a woman's mayor named Mr. Milk Pearl. History isn't called this either. In a city with that background, it seems that not much sex in this hand often develops, and in fact in Eliche the number of whorehouses is lower than in other imperial cities.

It's not like Mr. Milk Pearl doesn't approve of a whorehouse or a mogul sale...

Anyway, the clothing store in question was on the corner of Whorehouse Avenue.

In the middle of the day, my so-called "stand-up" sister, dressed in a sexy outfit, doesn't hesitate to glance at me, and my male guests, who are coming to visit me at the whorehouse, finally look at me with interest, and I can't wait to.

- - Again, this kind of place should come alone.

I think cultures in different worlds should be experienced even if they pay a little tuition...

If the pros are opponents, they're talking about no cans... I'll be off tomorrow, Guff.

"No, Zillow"

Mr. Rebecca, who at best stares at me and disconnects.

"What is it?

"Anyway, no"

Ha, no way Esper!?

Did they see that I was being moved by a whorehouse!? 'Cause standing sister, she's beautiful besides her thoughts. Business works out there, too, and if it's about the money to play with it for a bit, I can afford to twist it out.

Mr. Rebecca shouldn't have the authority to ban it. If I don't do this, I'll pierce even the will.

"Hi, Zillow? Jesus or Oano?

Scary!

It's creepy, but my eyes aren't laughing!

"O, Oy Ace! Howmeny, nice face!

I was crisply defeated and sucked into running to the store.

Yes, we must not lose sight of the original purpose.

I came looking for a race.

I never came here to book tickets to a man's amusement park.

The store was as bleak as any other old clothing store.

The candles are fundamental to the light of this world. Even if it's not an old fashion shop, most shops are dim.

If you really want to brighten it up, you need to incorporate sunlight well, but if you do that in an old fashion, the product will deteriorate with UV light.

That's why it's so dim even during the day.

There is a great problem in inspecting the product, but from the store side, it is difficult to see the product's roughness while the product does not deteriorate, so two birds with one stone.

From the customer's point of view, I have trouble seeing.

Will the size of the store be enough to divide the school classroom in half? It's wider than I imagined. Even though the business for whores seems small, the number of products is likely to be quite high.

The merchandise - naturally, it's a whore's clothing store, so it's like a whore buys it... No, the whore sells items to dress herself when she does her job - although it should be.

"Mr. Rebecca, can I ask you something? Is this a common preference over here?

"Wow, even if you ask me... These are made-up clothes, right? I wonder why my work clothes are selling here. There's some nursing clothes over here... Oh, it wasn't a whore's shop, it was a workwear store. Wow."

I'm sure you are, Mr. Rebecca, convinced by yourself that you must be.

No... not at all...

This is definitely your whore's shop...

Not only are there uniforms worn at work, but there are also luxurious dresses worn by nobles, as well as piercing clothes worn by slaves and even ethnic Canaan clothing (sailor clothes) at the end of the day......

Hey, you're moving on, Eliche!

No, I don't think Eliche is progressing, I wonder if the imperials are progressing. Or if this whole world is like this, I'd be scared the other way around.

I can't believe image play is fundamental!

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The race was lined up with hissoly in the deepest corner of the store.

Other than using it for image play, I guess there's no demand for this. I don't feel motivated by the display.

Perhaps when the nobles were still wearing races and making them buoy, there must have been a demand for such things as, "Please put them on races and look down on the common folk in the setting of a noble courtier and a gardener man who can't work," but the races themselves were forgotten, - so to speak, turned into relics, and now the shop side has become an extra dish.

Well, then the mystery becomes why Marina wants a race handkerchief at pinpoint...

Nevertheless, the lace centered on what I could wear on my clothes, but the variety varied, and the quantity was considerable.

I also found a handkerchief for the race I was looking for. Compared to the laces that the example incendiary had, it is delicate and precise making, with many things in hand to see.

In the meantime, let's all decide to buy these.

If you think about going all the way to Imperial City to buy it, even if it's a little expensive, it tastes good (...)...

Okay, to the point where I've decided to buy a race, but now the question is how to buy it.

I don't put a price tag on most stores in this world. Prices are basically determined by business discussions with the store owner, most of the time the store owner himself does not prescribe a fixed price.

Of course, you know the amount that will be the profit branch, but on the contrary, it is often the case that you only decide about it.

This time shopping at this store is somewhat awesome.

'Cause it's not an exaggeration to say this is for whores only. I'm the merchant who came here to buy it. Round me up.

Of course, if you just buy a few handkerchiefs, say "I had a daughter I wanted" or something and pretend to be a good citizen, you'll have the market or give it away to a somewhat higher degree.

But if they think you're a merchant who came to buy it, it's this passage that can be blown away.

Because what the merchant wants is like saying that it will be merchandise...

Come on, what do we really do?

The store owner's father is also skinny and bald to the top of his head. He seems to be the most troublesome type of person with blue muscles floating around his forehead under normal conditions. No, it's bad judging by the looks of it, but in fact, I think a lot of people have difficulty doing this type of thing with their heads spinning fast......

"Mr. Rebecca, I don't mind your general anticipation, but how much do you think the clothes and laces here are, more or less?

Lower your voice and listen.

There are still many occasions when Mr Rebecca is more familiar with the market.

"Right, hmm. If you look closely at the clothes, they're not very pretty, and I don't think you'll even have a single piece of silver coin. Five white copper coins, even if it's expensive. You can't sell more or less if your work clothes are that expensive, can you? I don't know if it's like a piece of white copper because the race was already obsolete a long time ago."

Oops. It's a fundamental mistake, but I'm not wearing work clothes, Mr. Rebecca.

No, it means whore's work clothes. Then I do wear work clothes......

If so, can I wear my work clothes?

That's why I don't know!

"Well, I was wondering if I might be a little more expensive, but I wonder if it would be like eight white copper coins in between and three white copper coins in the race."

"Hmm? You buy clothes too?

"Right. The maid of honor that Orica is wearing is perfect, so I thought I'd buy the one here. And some of the ones I'm a little interested in..."

I can't buy some, put them on Deanna and Marina and tell them straight that I want to take a picture or something. I already know the size, so I don't have to be there to figure it out...

Again, observe the store owner.

A glass cluttered on the table, and a liquor bottle.

Hmm? You've been drinking since daylight? Well, he's the guy who runs the whore's shop here, and you drink about as much from daytime.

If you think about it in terms of Japanese values, you lose...

But I can use this. Let's do this.

Titled, Operation Festive Business Negotiations.

I have to ask Rebecca to help me, but when I tell her what the operation is about, she seems interesting and ridiculous.

I don't know if it's because of the merchant's vocation, or because of the con artist's vocation, or because of my original nature, even though I normally want to buy it.