Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"Huh?"

What do you mean?

"Usually, that... with the slaves... I guess I do, and I guess I'm going to do that today? Oh my god.... me too,... courage, let me out.... Damn, that... I came here with that intention (...)... Looks like Etowa went to bed, too.... I don't know what to do with Elepi."

Oh, hey, wait a minute.

What is it? Do you have a nani?

What are you going to do?

That? What's this development? Where did you flag it?

"... me too, young husband"

Elepi squeaks small.

From my position, I can't see what you look like because of the darkness, but seriously, dude.

I don't suppose you're biting off a laugh over there. We've all decided in advance that this is a dodgy project, right?

All right, calm down. Let's calm down.

Here, "Ugh, I'll have it!" And when you do, it's what you've learned from so many love comedy!

No matter how much or what you don't have a dodgy plan, you're not going to have a "silitri match before you go to bed?" or "Don't you throw pillows before bed?," or even more conveniently interpreted, "Don't you kiss me goodnight?" It is definitely clear that it is about!

'Cause, well, in this big room, there's six of us, and that can't be happening, can it?

Anyway, it's up to you to say, "Yube was a prick."

Right, right.

Calm down, take a deep breath...

Did Mr. Rebecca get his upper body up like he had decided to, shifting his hips and getting out of bed from his left leg when I spun his brain blindly, but he seemed to shut up like a Buddha?

Just like that - I sat on my bed.

Bed that weighs in.

He lowers his red hair, which he usually ponytails, and looks down at me, solidified by the sleeping Buddha's fitness, with gently moistened eyes.

She is a red-haired beauty with a bath at close range where she even feels heat.

Except for Etowa, who is definitely supposed to be all awake, only Mr. Rebecca's exhale hits him in the ear in real life.

... Oh, that?

... this... sounds serious, huh?

It's not about Ciritori or anything like that, is it?

Even I, the 21-year-old child emperor, can tell. This is seriously coming to be held!!

But why not?

Mr. Rebecca, I don't know if I'm the right person.

I guess I'll just have to think about it.

Mr. Sherrow, if you don't mind.

But I guess I'm not prepared for that myself.

But if we get this far.

It's rumored SUEZEN.

I'm talking about a level where you won't be able to walk the road without eating it.

But it's a six-man room.

I'm not gonna tell you whose it belongs on your back, but your gaze is sticking.

In common sense in our world, I can't think of anything like this in a big room.

But it's a different world.

Not to mention, it's something I never thought of living a night in another world.

I mean, "I guess I'm always a slave," Mr. Rebecca, you're usually mistaken.

It's a relationship I haven't even kissed at all, actually.

But you can also make a mistake.

You live under one roof.

Not to mention Deanna's in a difficult position, but Marina's some kind of slave.

But... the truth is, that has nothing to do with this...

"Mr. Rebecca......"

They stared at each other.

And

"Zillow, you know, the... me, first time. So.... haven't you been gentle?

Rebecca flushed her cheeks to the point where she could tell by the thin lights and wore a dandruff.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Seriously.

Seriously.

Are you going to lie like that on purpose?

But... okay?

I guess this kind of thing still needs more array.

That's it.

Yes. Love.

I need love.

Here's the thing… I think it should be an impulse for mutual love to grow and for increased results.

I mean, at a time when I'm so calmly thinking about it right now, I don't think I have enough of that impulse.

Honestly, I like Mr. Rebecca.

Gentle, beautiful, flamboyant, strong, excellent style, good food. Besides, it's no exaggeration to say that I owe it to Mr. Rebecca to do what I can in this world.

With Rebecca (and Sherrow, of course), if I hadn't been able to get to know her, I would have dropped out of this other world.

'Cause in the first place, it's also suspicious if you could have won a battle with Efta.

I would have lost and been lost on the streets carrying the debt of ten spiritual stones, or I would have been caught by the gendarmerie sniffing around about the mayor poorly.

Before that, Mr. Sherrow and Mr. Rebecca wouldn't even have gained residency in Eliche if they hadn't taken refuge in me at the guild and persuaded Mr. Toby. If that were the case, they would have been caught sooner or later and used as labor slaves in this city as miners, just like the slaves we saw today.

If you trust the story of Efta, the battle with Efta is about Deanna's guiding relationship, about the possibility that I would have always won, but in the end, it's only a theory of results about that.

It's just a story about winning, so I guess it was.

Such, for me, a benefactor is not enough of a word.

A woman like that can have that relationship with me.

But is that vector really pointing in the right direction?

How about Deanna? How's Marina?

I'm not going to deny my lust, and there's a reopening of whether lust is okay or not.

But I still think it should be love at first.

It should be best to be united in love with each other.

Though...

Didn't you say it for a long time, that you must not let a woman be ashamed of you?

You know what a man should give priority to.

Love can only be raised with ex-post consent.

Mostly, I want to be de-virginated at my best! What a sweet fantasy nothing but a virgin.

Exactly, now! Can you use words to escape in this state?

Okay, I'm ready.

I've never done this before, but I've done the preview over and over with video material, and I think it's perfect.

I can't pull it out in every way - it should.

While I said I was ready, etc., the moment I reached out to Mr. Solo and Rebecca like the first primary-school student in my life -

The room is cute! and suddenly, it was brighter abruptly.

Dazzling!

hey what...!?

Meteor, lightning strike? A solar fist, a flare shell?

When you open your eyes slightly, you float in the air, light occasions.

Hmm? This is a spiritual magic alternative to the lighting Deanna always puts out at the Mansion, isn't it?

Humans and animals seem harmless and fluffy...

"... Nmi? Is it morning already? Is that...? What is it, this? What's wrong with you guys? Yeah?"

Did you wake up in a room that suddenly brightened up, and Etowa woke up? I want to see a cat. "Nh!" and stretching, completely awake mode.

Meanwhile, I'm admirably stiff with a cold sweat on my back.

Mr. Rebecca also turns his face bright red and is stiff with a half smile face while sitting on my bed.

Let's go back to Koto! When that happens, I didn't mean to expose it under the day (although technically not), Deanna! What a terrible kid!

That Deanna, she follows Marina to the side and looks down on us upright immobilized on her bed.

What do you want with this girl?

"You won't forgive me, Rebecca!

"Yes, sir."

"It's a big room, so adults. If I was going to sleep for today, I would have been an unexpected ambush!

"Yes, sir."

"No way. I even care about Elepi, aside from this me!

"Marina has also been replaced."

"Your husband is your husband, too! What the hell do you think!

"It's called a meal."

Deanna and Marina showing mysterious consignments.

You used to know what to say about a meal, Marina.

Me and Mr. Rebecca are still getting harder.

I didn't expect to be disturbed in this way...... I squeezed in so many ways. Do we all do this now?!? I can't.

But what...?

Nothing like this. I'll have to pack it up.

Whoa! My stomach is killing me!

"... Ha ha. Don't get me wrong, Deanna. This is that, that..."

"Is that it?"

"Look... it's me, it's me. Traditional as an evening ritual in our locality..."

"Traditional?

"The... silitri?

I couldn't! It got totally questionable.

If you think about it, there's no such thing as silitri in this world...

"Well, that's why! Yes, Oyasmi, Oyasmi!

I said good night and wore a futon so that I could delude myself (as well as delude myself 100% of everything). It's over capacity! Already, when Mr. Rebecca sat on my bed, it was full of shit!

"If it's a silitri, I can't help it.... mismikandal"

Huh?

"It's 'Lucraella'!

Huh?

"Oh, uh, bye-bye," Lyla ""

"..." Lyla Aura ""

"Is it La again? Then" Rakura ""

What the hell is this! It went on!

My stomach is hurting!

It's your husband's turn.

"Huh? Uh..., yes? Stomach medicine......"

"Link Lummy! Your husband lost when the human tsuki was established."

Deanna pounding her hand with Pan.

What's that mystery rule? Well, there is, Siritri.

After all, the little hour of Siritori went on, and I wore out and lost (for granted! of too many unknown words from different worlds), Mr. Rebecca won and closed the curtain.

And as it were, I slept without anything.

I just have to go to sleep.

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The next morning, when I woke up, I was already done with myself except Deanna.

Only Deanna was bawling on the bed.

Everyone in this world is early in the morning.

I seem to live in a mansion, and I always sleep in my own room in Japan through the mirror at night (somehow I don't have any extra beds in the mansion), so I tend to sleep over in the Japanese Neat style in the morning as well.

It's time to prepare your own bed for the mansion and move on to the husband life of having the maid wake you up...

Check on the clock, 7: 00 in the morning.

It's never too late, rather early, but by human standards here, it's enough time to "have finished one pre-breakfast job". It's a trip, and I think it's okay to sleep later, but waking time is a habit. I guess it's something that wakes me up. Last night, there wasn't a fight at night, and I'm not tired of it.

I did my self in the washroom, and when I went back to my room, I looked out the window unexpectedly,

"Aw. Mr. Rebecca, he's still here. 'Not yet' or should I say 'I'm already here'"

A boy who was following us roamed the road in front of the inn yesterday. I wore thin enough to say I was half-naked yesterday, but today, I wear leather shoes (though worn out) and a cotton shirt. I don't have a heart or a hair that doesn't look sharp.

The boy's rough body, his appearance. From the age inferred from it, I don't think it's as good as working naturally anymore. Even Etowa here works at the age of 13, and that boy would be older than Etowa.

Besides, this is Lucraella. It is an essential city for manual labor. If you're manual labor, it's not strange that this time of year has already begun to work.

It's possible that today is simply the day off.

"Ma, why don't you go outside and see?"

I decided not to care much.

Lucraella is basically an Eliche compliant city. In other words, security is also Elishe-like.

It's unlikely that he suddenly remembered to look at us and say, "Kill me, but take it away," and at best, he wants to spend it, or whatever, he wants to threaten me a little and even katsuage, or something like that.

Eat the breakfast the inn prepared for you, make a run for it and go outside.

First, the first destination is the Chamber of Commerce (Guild) in Lucraela. To ask for the location of the Dwarf Blacksmith's workshop where I asked the Meeker Chamber of Commerce's Oyaji to write a reference. It's the first time we've all had Lucraella.

When I went outside, the discerning, example boy spoke to me.

Sleeveless peppermint green shirt with blue dyed trousers. Milk-colored hemp waist roll. Hair all back together in lila oil.

Yesterday, when I was badly fucking tailing, I dressed like a summer elementary school student, but today I was like, "I'm gonna work a job!" The mood is rising.

"Oh, Mr. Dana. Hey... okay?

"Fine."

I answered lightly.

"Thanks. Are you new to Lucraella? My name is Pivot. I'm a mineral appraiser."

Heh.

Lie to me, but you have an appraiser.

I mean, that's the kind of vocation I have.

Whether this guy has an appraiser's vocation or not, he can't even talk about a fictional vocation that's not possible, even if it's natural.

"The Mirror of Truth" is supposed to be my only skill, so if an appraiser is such a gift, it's like being fed more and more like an appraisal eye and growing super eye-catching by the time I'm in my thirties...... that's what it looks like.

The boy said he was an appraiser specializing in minerals, but like my "gemologist" maybe he's a highly specialized vocation like "mineral appraiser".

Either way, I guess it's not a high number of vocations.

"Heh, it's unusual for an appraiser specializing in minerals. So, what can I do for you? I've never seen Lucraella before."

"Oh. Actually, we're just talking here -"

The boy spoke up.

As an appraiser specializing in minerals, he apparently has a contract with a pit.

Mineral appraisers are rare, so they contract on a pit by pit basis and appraise the minerals collected there.

The boy seems to still be entrusted with the appraisal of such a powerful pit, he's a veteran of this road for five years or something (if he has a vocation, he's five times more efficient, so would that be the same calculation he's been doing for twenty-five years?).

So, that's where the rare white metal came out.

It was a very small one, and one that the appraiser himself had never seen.

And I lied and said it was priceless metal.

Even then, the metal was picked from time to time, but I gather that I am supposed to throw it away as worthless.

Actually, this metal is very valuable. If the appraiser's eyes were certain, it would be worth more than gold of the same weight.

But I can't sell it in this city.

It becomes noticeable because it is not cheap in amount.

So he called out to Dana, who seemed to have a good wingspan.

... Apparently.

Regardless of the back story, in short, do you want to buy a souvenir?

Baxi Si (treat me!) But I wasn't even a lizard.

Then, well, can I just look at it?

Depending on the price, I might be able to buy them.

I don't know where I'm going. It's like buying souvenirs and regretting it when I get home is part of a fun trip.

"So you want me to buy it from the rich. Yeah. Yeah, that's a very good story."

"Right! So, this is the metal -"

"But I say no"

"Huh! Why!

"Because it's still too early to buy souvenirs on schedule. I'll buy souvenirs later in the trip. It's important. Be careful from now on."

You can buy it for him, but I don't buy souvenirs from the beginning like this.

"Ugh... yeah"

A boy who replies honestly.

Look closely, you have cute eyes, this guy.

"... but the metal itself aroused interest. Let me see."

Let me see the metal the boy is putting in his wipes looking important.

When I receive it, it is heavy with Zuri.

Well, I'm just saying it's worth more than gold of the same weight. I wonder if it's close to gold in proportion.

The contents are about a handful of fairly small, whitish grains.

Is the size of the grain about a few millimeters in diameter?

Uh-huh. That's metal like you've seen somewhere before.

Did you see it when you were a black company...... or was it the world over here?

It's like a grain made by melting solder...... Was the solder raw material lead and tin, or maybe similar by weight? But no way.

Well, more or less, it's a world of 'misrills' and all sorts of other unknown metals. It would be more likely to be unknown metal to me.

Let's find out.

♪ The mirror of truth ♪

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[Type]

metallic material

[Name]

Lecia Metal Group * Luke River output

[Description]

Metal materials with various applications.

River products can be used as alloy materials without refining.

Recipe required for alloying.

Rarity A

[Magic characteristics]

None

[Spirit protection]

None

[Owner]

Marco Pivotto

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It was metal I had never heard of.

Fantasy?

It's nice to know that the mirror of truth is also biased by the amount of information that comes out this way, the type and name, the magical properties and spiritual protection, plus the name of the owner, but the key narrative is appropriate, right? I think I've seen some explanations like "~ Apparently!".

"What do you say? That's worth a lot of money. No one in Lucraella knows, but if you're in the capital..."

A boy who utters his mouth in a desperate way.

Uh-huh. They sure are very rare.

For the sake of saying that it was taken in the mine, the part that it came out of a river or something, but it's rare, seems like a bee.

You can buy it, but I'm pretty sure the boy himself is going to fool me into selling it. As much as I'm trying to make a story and sell what I got in the river on purpose.

But I, for some reason, couldn't have had any bad feelings for this boy.

Was it because yesterday it was all that dirty clothing and today I've been wearing a bunch of nakenashi for this business meeting? Or because I've been impressed with the fact that I've made a back story to sell the product?

Whatever, it made me want to appreciate that hard work.

This guy's not like a burglar or a dick.

They plot to sell goods and find and execute easy sellers.

Perhaps it is rare in the mirror of truth, but rather commonplace in Lucraela.

I'm targeting people who have just come to Lucraella because I'm betting they don't know this metal. For this reason, will you keep an eye on the entrance, wait for a new person to come to Lucraella, falsify yourself as an appraiser, and call out to him?

"So, how much?

I was attracted to the Rarity A part.

I feel like I can buy it for you, depending on the amount.

"Hey, hey, Zillow? Are you going to buy it?

Mr. Rebecca is surprised. Well, sure.

"Depending on the amount, though.... So, how much do you want to sell me?

The boy who shines his eyes. Don't go too far on your face to do a little scam.

"Come on, it's precious. Silver coins in one bag... three pieces will do."

It was cheaper than I thought.

No, isn't it cheap? A piece of silver coin is worth 15,000 yen.

"Heh. One bag, does that mean you still have it?

"Huh? Oh, there's more"

"You've got a lot of precious stuff in you."

"Ugh."

"Well, that's good.... right. Like I said, souvenirs are still early to buy. I'll buy you just one bag. Plus if there's room for money tomorrow, I'll buy you a few bags. Instead, sell me this first bag for one silver coin. I'll buy it on that condition."

"One. Then it's a round loss!

I lost a whole lot of money.

There is no way that I have purchased more than one piece of silver coin that I don't know if I can sell.

I took a piece of silver out of my purse.

How different are the prices between Lucraela and Eliche? Is it almost as close?

Or will it be higher the other way around?

Either way, a piece of silver would be a lot of money for a boy.

"If it's two silver coins!

Eating boy.

…………

I held a pinch of silver and shut up.

"Gi, one silver coin and eight white copper coins"

…………

"One and five white copper coins......"

…………

"One is fine..."

It broke easily with the straw.

Poor thing, so besides, I put two white copper coins on him.

"Oh, thank God!

"Ooh. Well, I'll see you tomorrow. But wait here."

That's what I told him, and we walked out to the guild.

I'm not sure if I'm actually going to buy the rest tomorrow, but for now, I got a sample.

If you ask in the guild, you will also know who this metal called Lecia Metal is in Lucraella.

If it's really common, I'll have to go out of my way to buy it from the boy tomorrow.

Well, it's about Rarity A, so it doesn't have to be worth it. It's rare, it could be that.

The problem is that I have no use for it, but I'll keep the rare items safe for now! That's kind of sexy around here.

And then it depends on how much money Dwarf parents charge to strike the sword?

Souvenirs are good, but we have to plan how we spend our money!