Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

I finished treating a large group of patients and questioned Mr. Jude about the eel. Apparently, eel ratings aren't even slums, which is a little sad. Well, that's because a lower rating makes you more surprised.

"Um, the eel is my favorite anyway. Please show us to the store that deals with eels. And are the eels sold alive?

"... there is no store that deals with eels. Essentially, picking up eels is the job of the kids, and the kids who have trapped the eels from Lake Beryl are about to sell the rest of them on the street. It could be difficult from now on. And as soon as you take the eel, you don't get the living eel."

Seriously, it's pretty painful not to get a eel on the first day. Looks like we're gonna have to take it home alive now, considering the mud removal and all. When that happens, do we have to ask the children who are capturing eels?

"I want to ask the kids who are catching eels for work, so can you show me around?

"Do you need a eel to get that far? It is also possible to prepare a specialty salmon from Lake Beryl…"

"I've got enough salmon, so it's okay. What I need now is an eel."

"Okay. I'll show you."

Respond to me with a slightly pulled look, Mr. Jude. It's hard not to understand. Guided by Mr. Jude, he has a family mansion.

There are still many people in the square in front of the mansion. There seems to be quite a few people left eating the cookout because they are eating soup all over there. He's probably here other than the one I treated. I took out the dishes, but no one seems to have been eaten. He also said he would serve dishes out of the mansion of his parents, so maybe it's because of that.

"Oh, it was just fine. There's a bunch of kids out there catching eels in the main."

"Don't you have any adults?

"Yes. Those are the kids who lost their parents and have been streaming into the slums. Parents lend houses and other assistance to help them live a collective life. Well, as a parent, you can't get too hiked, so it's minimal assistance."

That parent, he seems to be the type of person thick to the humans after all. The people gathered here don't seem to be scared or admired by their parents or their children. He's the one who was trying to wake up and punch him in fast, so he's a little unbelievable.

In the corner of the square with Mr. Jude, approaching the children who are eating soup as mumbling. There seems to be more than ten of them. They range from junior high school kids to kindergarten kids.

"Guys, I need a favor from my uncle, do you have a minute?

... Jude, you're going back to a hellish, frigid atmosphere for your child.

"Ah, Jude's brother! What can I do for you?

When Mr. Jude spoke, the oldest boy in the group, about middle school, replied. But she was injured in a lot of places.

I thought you were a messy kid, but if you were putting that group together, maybe you were working hard to protect the kids. Hey, I'm getting a little hollow. I'm not supposed to be at tearful age yet.

And even though Mr. Jude says he's his own uncle, he's nice to give back his brother. If I were those years old, you'd call me uncle. Right.

"Oh, this teacher... your brother wants to ask you guys a favor. That's right. Listen to me for a second, uncle."

You said you were a teacher, and then you remembered I was wearing a hood, and it felt like you said it again. But if you say that so much and say it again, it's suspicious the other way around.

"... someone outside is running errands on us?

Something's on guard. Besides, you've often found out that I'm someone out there.

"Oh, I'm not going to ask you to be unscrupulous, so I want you to be assured. I'm just going to put a little bit of effort into your normal work."

"We're not gonna kill you!

... What do you do for a living? If you put a little hand on it, it'll kill you? Unexpectedly, I stare at Mr. Jude.

"No, well, it's a place like this, so there's a lot going on. Various…"

Mr. Jude, I'm too scared of words. Even if you say it seems thick to your brother-in-law, you're doing something scary. Well, even in the slums of labyrinth cities where conditions seem better than here, there seems to have been quite a bit of crime, and it's not about me speaking up.

"Um, I want a eel. Usual work is about eel fishing."

"Eel?... Eel depends on the outcome of the fishing, but you can split it it if you want"

The boy, who was a vigilant Max, told me that after Kyoton, he understood that it was no big deal, that he would share it with me.

"Thanks. So, for once, can you show me the eel? I want to make sure it's the eel I know."

Well, I know it's okay from the way Sylphi said it, but it would be a shame if it wasn't the Japanese eel I know, but the eel that seemed to be in the big South or something. Still, I tried it. Let's buy a few and go home.

"Okay. Just give me a minute."

When a boy about middle school gave instructions to the kids they were with, the two ran out. Probably went to get the eel. You've got some control. Waiting for a while to tell a story that wasn't even deflective, the kids came back.

"This is it."

The boy who's back shows me the eel.... I'm surprised you're eagling with your bare hands.... It's dead and it doesn't look delicious, but it's the eel itself I thought it was... No, I've never seen a eel that clear, so I'm not sure, but there's probably no problem.

"Yeah, you want me to be the eel."

"Then it's okay to split the excess."

"Thank you. So I'm going back to saying I'm going to put a little bit of my hand on it. What I need is a living eel. I want you to put the caught eel in clean water and keep it alive while replacing the water on the temples. Can you?"

"Let it live?... I can change the water, but I can't because I don't have the ingredients to keep the eel alive"

"I'll get the stuff ready here. It is after noon the day after tomorrow that I leave the King's capital. There's no cap, just catch me by then. I'll buy every living eel for a thousand elts."

"A thousand ertos! Really!"

"Oh, I'll definitely pay for it. Ten or a hundred, no caps. Time to make some money!

Tell me yourself. What, it's frigid.

"Hey, you're just too expensive. Maybe it's sympathy, but hammering sympathy isn't good for these kids either."

Mr. Jude has pinched his mouth like he's in trouble.

"It's not sympathy. Because you think a living eel deserves that much. It's more like cheap. If it's dangerous to let the kids have big money, can you manage it at Mr. Jude's?

Well, a thousand yen is a natural eel, given the Japanese price. I feel so sorry for being so cheap. I guess it's just a pretty good price in this world.

"If that's the case... but is a eel worth it?

"Yeah, I think that's all worth it. Now the slums are securing the right to catch eels, right? If the value of an eel is spread, it can also violate that right if it is bad. You might want to hold onto it and secure your rights. Oh, and in that case, make sure your children's rights are protected. 'Cause it's awkward to stop catching eels and annoy the kids."

"... that's a hard story to believe"

It should be advantageous for me not to spread the word that eels are delicious, but they also think that eels are not delicious, which is something I don't like. That's a complicated mood.

"Are you sure it's a thousand elts and you can buy me out as many as you want?

A boy asks with a half-expected, half-suspected look. I feel like I should give you the advance, but if you don't catch more eels than the advance because it's a fishery, you'll get your money back from these kids. That's awkward, and Jude's going to stop me from giving you the extra money.

"I'll buy it out, but you're anxious to get paid properly. Then I'll leave the money with Mr. Jude. Can this reassure you a little?

"Ah, oh. Then you can rest assured."

A little suspicious, but he seems convinced. Give Mr. Jude a hundred thousand ertos for a hundred in front of the boy.

"Okay. Be sure to catch a lot of eels. The day after tomorrow."

Did you get a real feeling when you saw the money, the boy who undertakes with a serious look on his face? Now the eel is going to manage.

"Nice to meet you. In the meantime, let the eel in on this. It would help if you managed to figure out the day you were captured."

That's how I take five empty barrels out of my magic bag. It'll be hard to replace the water, but I'd be glad to catch you so hard to get in.

The boy who looks at the empty barrel and gives instructions to the kids who are still scratching the cookout. Apparently, we're going to be mass-producing traps now to boost our income. I want you to do your best.

A corner of the square where the boy gave instructions and panicked. Watching that happen, Tokotoko and a boy in his junior year or so approached.

"Uncle, thank you for the injury"

Shit, my tear glands are going to collapse. That's it, uncle. That's destructive you don't even care to call me. Unexpectedly, when you are told a pure thank you, accidents go hand in hand with danger.

"You're welcome. Glad your injury healed. But how did you know I'd healed the injury?

"See?"

He answers me with a twist on my neck, boy. Speaking of which, you didn't change your voice in particular. Well, don't you mind if I never hide it? I stroke the boy's head and urge him to return to the group.

Confirm when the eel is received, its location, precautions, etc., and break up with the children. It hurts my mood that I didn't get the eel by the end of the day, but the motivated kids are going to collect a lot of good living eels. You're the one who turned out to be O'Rei.

"Doctor, what do you do next?

... You're back for a teacher. Well, I didn't even introduce myself, and I can't help it. Even if they say next, the only purpose in the slum is the eel, and all you have to do is play at night.

Speaking of which, you still didn't get the info on where to play. Just in time, let's gather information from Mr. Jude. It's an organization close to the back society, so you should be familiar with the city at night.

"You're just leaving now that you've done your errands here. But I'm going to play at night today, so can you give me some info on the city of Wang Du's night?

"... the eel really came into the slam for the purpose"

It's so frightening. Well, we'll be reviewing the value of the eel the day after tomorrow. When that happens, you'll be in a hurry to secure your rights. I hope you're ready.

"The eel is delicious. More information on the city at night than that, please."

"Is it night out? The teacher's hiding his information, isn't he? The city at night is quite mixed with the guys that go behind it. I'm a teacher with that much power. They'll be after us from the church, and we could find out who we are. The teacher is the benefactor of the slam. We'll be happy to welcome you, so what do you say?

... Something is being targeted by the church. I asked him to circulate weird rumors, and in Mr. Jude, I seem to be a fugitive perception.

"Um, I'm hiding my identity, but there's nothing about the church being after me. Then you won't come in here with your face exposed, and you won't act prominently like a cure or a sea urchin. It's not an exaggeration to hide your identity, consider it a personal circumstance."

I really just want to play at night without worrying about the public eye. That's why I came to visit a distant country. That's really the only reason you're hiding your identity. I'm sorry.