Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"Mr. Rebecca, do you know who the Nightmare are are? I'm here to guide you. He told me to meet him."

"Uh-huh? You've never heard of it. But if I can guide you, doesn't that mean you're somewhere in Lucraella?

Don't you even know Mr. Rebecca?

"Does Deanna know?

"Nightmare...? I don't sound familiar either. Is it a rare species?"

Not this way either. Well, Deanna's pretty biased in her knowledge.

For once, I also asked Marina, Etowa and Elepi, but they still said they didn't know. Sounds like a lot of minor species.

Well, meet the major species. Then I guess I won't be able to guide you, and I guess I'll have no choice. It would have been easier if I had met the Dwarves...

Ma, if I can't, can I not guide you forward?

There are plenty of spiritual stones.

Well, I can guide you, but it's an inn anyway.

I have reservations through my guild, and I can't skip it.

Together, continue along the boulevard of Lucraella.

They say you can see the accommodation you booked if you walk along the boulevard for a while.

Now for this trip, everyone, including me, is new to Lucraela.

Relatively speaking, this is the first time that Mr. Rebecca, who is accustomed to travelling, has also come to Lucraella. If you don't have errands, it's just a mine, so I guess that's natural too.

To other mentions, this is the first time I've seen sightseeing like this, just going out to play. Well, maybe it's something else if it's a pilgrimage custom, because otherwise travel is like the ultimate in luxury.

No... As for Deanna, she's at my place in "Guide," and I was wondering if she might be able to think about it during a long trip.

That Deanna is walking next to me in a gray hooded robe.

I wear the hood because it is very noticeable that my hair, ears and tattoos are round.

Deanna was intrigued and somewhat excited by the city she first saw, what was that? What is this? and asks Rebecca. The same is true for Elepi and most of Marina and Etowa.

As you go down the street as you say Warr, that's all that catches the eye.

And, oh, my God, it's just girls. Man, it's just me.

Plus, if you were even in a tattooed elf without a hood, it'd be a little parade.

Might as well call it a chindon shop.

I envy you with so many girls! I don't know about that, but if you take me to the elves, who is it? Who the hell is that? You rich bastard! Bakshishi! Bakshi!

It will be - maybe.

I want you to give me a break.

Tell you what, even Eliche usually hides herself with a robe. In a safe Eliche, yes, it wouldn't be like a kidnapping case, but poorly attracting people really doesn't attract good things.

If so, I think it should be avoided as much as possible.

You've already been attacked by a bandit once.

Well. Lucraela is a mining district.

A mining district is a city with mines, which means most people work in mines - a little silly and special.

And people who work in mines are usually mucky big men.

Lucraella is a city of manual workers.

It's a city where you can work without any relation to your vocation, and there are many jobs themselves.

Do you think that people who have fallen into labor slavery also often get labor in Lucraela around here?

The city itself is beautiful, and I don't know if the municipality is trying, but there are a lot of facilities with the impression that it is a city of workers because the subjects of industry are such contents.

First, Affordable Lodging, which at a glance I know is not what I booked, is forested on the back street. It might be more appropriate to say luggage rather than lodging at peace. I can tell because there's a sign for the inn stamp, but otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell it from a private house.

Plus, the tavern is both inn and naturally accommodating. It is unclear whether it is cheaper or more expensive than the rental accommodation, but according to Mr. Rebecca, many of the rooms are quite subtle in terms of hygiene.

The liquor store also opens at noon, and they serve liquor, but basically it's open as a dining room.

It's now past noon, it's still a delicate time for dinner, but Doyadhya and Osama are already gushing out of nowhere and getting sucked into the tavern.

Well, in this world, when it gets dark, it's defaulting to just go to bed. This could be the sense of time for people who are physically working in the morning. It's only 14: 00 though.

Hmm...? Is that...?

"Mr. Rebecca, are those the example labor slaves?"

Several men with their slave imprints engraved on their necks and wrists ask as they watch them suck into the dining room.

Slave tattoos are engraved on the slave side when you sign a contract of slavery, with a three-day moon-shaped tattoo (like a tattoo) on your neck and both wrists.

The same thing is engraved on Deanna and Marina. It is a sign of slavery that can also be seen by others.

I don't know if I need to go out of my way to visually mark it as a slave, but that's what it is in this world, so I can't help it.

According to the clergyman, the spiritual magic that the clergyman exercises is strictly regulated and doesn't mean you can do anything on your own. Blessings start at 10! Like, slave covenants always put in slave prints! Or do you think it's a lot?

"Oh yeah. It's just slaves, and maybe not. Well, I guess it's an exemplary slave to be so free."

Exemplary slaves! That's the first phrase I've heard......

"Can't a non-exemplary slave"

Well, that would be a bad idea.

Basically, it's something that's under proper surveillance.

A labor slave is like a prison sentence that can be placed in this world, like a labor sentence imposed on a sinful person.

This means that instead of being sent to prison, they are enslaved, and when they work for a set number of years, they can clear up and their slave contract is lifted and they can be free.

However, this is a measure against relatively minor offences, usually capital punishment or amputation of arms in cases such as killers.

For example, the bandit who attacked me before had a history of misdemeanor crimes, and the leader personality hit him in the neck, and the child was cut off from his arm, and the man who had cheap racing as an elf birth was said to have been a labor slave for several years because of a misdemeanor crime.

Well, if you can afford enough liquor in a liquor store, it doesn't seem like labor slaves are as severely punished as word impressions either.

"What happens if they run away?

Normally slaves come to dinner with each other, and they look like they can get away with as much as they want.

You're just gonna lose your blessing for breaking your contract, and I'm totally sorry about the labor, I'm gonna run! Though I think some people are free damned.

"If a labor slave escapes labor, surely it would have been coarse in a week or so? Maybe it depends on the contract details..."

"Kogetsuk?"

Heavenly punishment, will even thunder shake from the sky?

And you're going to be blackburned like an old cartoon...?

Slavery contract. Seriously...

"Apart from the Slave Marks, they say that the < Prison Marks > of a violation of the Slave Covenant are engraved. If this happens, I'm done. No one would do such a stupid thing. Because it's not like losing a blessing."

"Duh... what's it like different...?

"Prison prints cost a single gold coin. I'm talking about a curse that pretty much falls on your physical abilities, and it's the same thing that's over, right? Normally, you can't live anymore, and even if you live hidden in the back of the mountain, your physical abilities are degraded."

Ugh.

It's like being an average person if you're going to lose your blessings, and I thought it'd be easy, but that doesn't seem quite right.

Well, the usual violation of the Spirit Agreement does not reveal this imprint, so they rarely see it with a imprint (coge). You're like a deserter, naturally.

"... by the way, what is that prison print?

"He's got black marks all over his body and red eyes."

Wow. That looks prominent.

I guess it's the most disastrous thing in the world, different from Deanna's congratulatory full-body tattoo. But it might be useful to know at a glance who escaped. If we met in the back of the mountain or something, it would seem more scary than running into a bear.

"... by the way, Mr. Rebecca"

Quickly turn your gaze slightly back.

Mr. Rebecca will be aware.

"Oh, they're following me."

"I knew it. But that... that's a child, right?

As a matter of fact, from earlier on, I pretended to talk to Elepi and Etowa walking behind me, making sure that... it's kind of like some junior high boy tailing us while he sucks and finds out.

Bad stature, poor looking boy.

Even though it is getting a little colder, he is wearing sandals and thin clothes with hemp both up and down.

But I don't feel like I've had a sunburn, and I've probably lived in this city.

After all, it seems to have attracted a weird one. Because there are so many girls, I don't know if they're sticking with me or if they're creeping up any more evil than that.

Either way, a lot of kids don't add up or subtract.

I don't want to get involved with the troublesome ones.

"... well enough to wear it. You won't be in the inn."

Anyway, the place I booked was where I would spend the night doing not a single piece of silver. In that boy, it would also be subtle to see if he could get into the lobby. Expensive accommodation is secure. The caution stick is still there.

Eventually, the boy followed us to the inn we booked. Tomorrow I'll catch you and ask you what's going on.

It won't be a loco matter anyway.

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The accommodation I had booked was near the foot of Mount Lucraella, in the most flourishing neighborhood of the city, and seemed much more luxurious than I had imagined. It looks relatively incredibly splendid, either because I walked in looking sideways at the lumberyard. If it's Eliche, I guess it's the average inn.

stone entrance to the front.

The world over here has a lot of ambiguities about the inn kind of liquor store, so I can really feel safe being a decent inn like this.

Well, places like this one run by Inn Ollie are actually for the cool rich, and they don't mean young people like me use wheels.

So I guess it's quite a luxury in the common sense of the world over here - it is.

But, you know, sleeping in a dirty bed is just plain lame, and even though I have some company, I'm having trouble being like the best in the same room. Not to mention it's just girls. It's about having Rebecca the Mercenary Regiment, and it won't be weird in case, but even so, as the organizer of the trip, we have to be perfectly prepared.

Money is a means, not an end. When using it, it should be used with bah.

The master of the inn was Osama, who seemed well intentioned.

Wear a clean cotton shirt, save your moustache, and a little fat.

"Yube was a pleasure," he said. He's the type who seems to have a mouth rub on his way home.

Hopefully you can actually enjoy it, but not this time.

Talk to Osama.

"Hello, my name is Zillow Ayase. I think I have an appointment through the guild, can you confirm that?

"Oh, this is... Dear Ayase, I accept. I've been waiting for you. Nice to see you for two nights, huh?

"Good. Was the fee paid late? If you pay up front, I'll pay you now."

"You can pay later."

After the interaction, for example, they were put through to the room.

Unlike booking on the phone or online myself, it was booked through the guild, so I was actually worried if it was really booked.

But I wonder how the guild booked it. Actually, do you have a sneak phone or something? Even if it is, it's not surprising at all.

That institution has mysterious high-tech technology. Guild card?

The room passed to Bellboy was a pretty big one.

Probably the biggest room in this inn. Six beds are forcefully placed in bedrooms about twelve tatami size. Maybe he brought it in from the other room for this appointment.

As you can see from the large room, this time I didn't go out of my way to make it a separate room for men and women, or to divide it into three to three because it was six people.

No, well, nothing. A liquor pond flesh grove full of goodness! It's not like that. Separate men and women. Well, you simply don't miss them. What am I supposed to do in a different world inn by myself? Even though there is no Internet.

On the contrary, there's only candles (if Deanna's Spirit Magic is removed) or something like that at night. Reading the book is going to make my eyes look bad.

As for three to three, is that reasonably good? I also thought.

I thought about it, but you didn't have the guts to do that with a straight face, whether it smells blatantly erotic or shows signs of tattering.

Or, where it doesn't smell like that, there was a hand in having just me and Etowa in the same room. Kitten would be safe. Anything must be spare and safe to sleep with.

As a matter of reality, there is no real desire for Etowa. Enough to take a bath with you and wash your whole body. No, I'm sorry I don't have the chemistry, too bad.

And under such circumstances, it is not said, "Yube was a pleasure." At least this time.

... No, I also feel like being told a little bit in real life.

I don't know what to look like.

Enter the room and put your luggage away.

I don't take it out of the inventory, but I brought a lot of it just for my baggage. I might have been too tempted because it was a trip.

Because I don't have as much luggage as someone I'm used to traveling with..., I might have been spotted as a novice traveler. I'm talking about what it is because you've been spotted, and, in fact, the contents are just needy, so I can't help it.

I let each of Deanna and Marina carry their baggage.

Deanna's luggage was offered by Marina that she would have it, but that's rejected. 'Cause if I get marina, I'm bringing Halvard. That's the only thing that's already loaded.

Well, I'm wearing the Devil's Sword firmly, too.

Mr. Rebecca is the only knife I always carry. The sword at every courtesy basically seems to be for parties. I like that one.

Well, I'm going to make a sword as a knight, so I don't mind.

The rest of us are round hips.

I put my stuff down, and as I slowed down, the innkeeper came.

"Sir, would you like a bath? It's a different fee."

The high inn has a bath.

Here's common sense in this world.

The tall inn has a mysterious magic prop called 'Water Bottle', and they get as much water out as they want. Therefore, there is always a bath in order to make the most of it in a hotel with a water bottle. It was also in the lodging of your shop Ephtha, where I stayed before.

As a matter of fact, I booked a reservation this time under the condition that I have a proper bathroom.

It's impossible for a Japanese to come on a trip and not have a bath.

I tend to forget, but half of the purpose of this trip is employee comfort.

"Of course I go in. Do it."

"I understand. Thank you."

Since the royalty is one white copper coin per person, is it about 1,000 yen? Though it's expensive, if it's that much, I think I should put it in the accommodation fee from the start. Well, some customers say they don't need a bath...

"... Ah, that boss. Are you sure you want to have a bath too?

Etowa asks me if it's a snack.

"That would be nice."

Is it also a racial problem?

Well, it's because it's a cat. When it comes to cats, I hate baths.

Or hair falling out and clogging the drain...... This is a realistic story, but don't let Inn say no to it. I mean, if that's the case, you'll be the first to say no.

"What do you want to come in with me? I'll wash you."

"Huh!? Micha, I don't care if you let Somiko get away with it!

"It's cat language!

Joining a group of women is embarrassing at the level of outrage and death, but I think it would be critical to be Etowa. It's like on a cat extension line, and I don't want to be a cunt, but I don't have a chemistry attribute.

"Ah, Lord, which back is flushed by Marina! It was for the opportunity!

And, suddenly, Marina declares.

That's what you were after!?

... No, you did say that several times when you took a bath in the mansion. That's when I said, "No. Hey. It'll light you up" or something, I misled you...

"Fine. We should all get in there," said Rebecca.

"... a big bath would be nice," said Elepi.

"I'll let you flush my back, too, Marina," Deanna said.

"I always do that," Marina said. Did you always do it?

But these guys...... There's nothing at all hesitant about coming in with me.

Even for Etowa, regardless of being washed, bathing itself seems fine with me.

If so, that's it. I may be the only one who cares weirdly. If you don't eat anything, and you mix it up with a shillet, you're out of the picture. No problem at all. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! It depends on the possibilities that have surfaced.

Originally, I was going to come in alone, but you did. Because it's a different world!

He told me to follow the township if I let him in, and in mixed bathing hot springs I should be weirdly uncomfortable and mixed up, and it's a violation of manners to be too conscious, or something that my father used to read in a magazine.

"But your husband said, bathing is the doctrine of being alone. Right?"

"Huh?"

Really? Am I? Was that what you were, me?

Deanna smiles and tells me that's all...

"So you said no when I asked you out? Your husband?

"Uh, ah, yes"

Deanna pushed me off with mysterious force.

Sure, a few nights after the mansion was completed. Marina says she's going to flush my back, Deanna's going in with me, something I've managed to say.

But that's when I said, "When I go in, no one interrupts me, I'm free, I'm not saved." Alone, quiet and rich... "or something to mislead him.

Shit! I can't even tell you it was half a joke or something right now!

In the end, I bathed alone and quietly and abundantly, free and saved by no one interrupting me. Baths alone! Um, I'm not very happy. Because of that, I was wondering.

But it's not time to panic yet. The night is coming, and there's still tomorrow.

Rather, that's not what this trip was all about in the first place.

Tail on a trip...... or something like this is going to sound like a coal mining festival, it's not like doing it in Osama Street. Wake up!

out of the bath (the reason Etowa has asked about the bath was because the Canaans are forbidden to use public baths because there is a lot of hair floating in the bath. In fact, they did, they floated a lot. Let's play the chips for the bathroom clerk), have dinner (of zero seafood), brush your teeth and go to bed already this evening.

With Deanna, it's also possible to light the lights with spiritual magic, but it would be weird to do that in an inn. Tomorrow is early, and let's get some sleep. I'm tired of moving.

Sleep in each of the six lined beds.

When I stayed in an inn with RPG, I saw a good situation of sleeping in each of the beds lined up like this, but it's situationally close to it.

I've had a little alcohol, and I think I'll sleep well.

Like a school trip, you can talk a lot about it, but I can't believe Etowa's already fallen asleep in a nice round, and I can make a lot of noise.

Speaking of lights, a dim room with candles only.

Nights in different worlds are faster. If the sun goes down, there's nothing more to it than to go to sleep.

It's just inefficient to work on something in the dark, or even your eyes are going to be bad.

Gobbling that he was just going to bed already, Rebecca in the next bed noticed him staring at us jiggly.

At dinner, I have a bit of trouble with the colorful chest just because I was drinking it cool, or the slightly dyed cheeks, and the thin, sleeping doctrine.

By the way, the line of beds is Etwa - Marina - Deanna - Me - Mr. Rebecca - Elepi. It was decided by Deanna using her mysterious power of partition.

I didn't care, so I obeyed.

"... Hey, Zillow"

Mr. Rebecca talking to me like a whisper.

I have trouble with the wet cherry blossom crease but I can't wait to see the colour.

"... uh... that.... don't (...)?"

Huh? Nanidesca?