Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

An hour after the naked rabbit sleeping incident, it quickly spread that I had brought the Royal Bunny into my tent and was gnawing even though it was a rabbit.

Right now, we all have breakfast at the long desk outside the tent, but the air is very bad.

Erica and Raylan are in such a bad mood, and a little grumpy until Dee.

"Um, Mr. Dee, may I have some salt there?"

"Huh? (Intimidating) Is that me?"

"No, I'll take it myself"

"King, if you say so, I'll take it."

When Sophie took salt instead, she threw a bag of salt in my face, sounding good with Pern.

"Even salt."

I think this is some crap about whether it's a real salt response or not, but if I say that now, I guess I'm gonna get busted.

"I would change my name to King Doskebe at all, but, uh... Beautiful man, this is the nature of this one. I'll be disillusioned."

Daily grudges or Don Fry laughs at Guerraggera, but Chloe sends a hot gaze over here with her cheeks dyed. I don't feel like I'm looking at this lower body anyway.

Let's rely on that asshole at a time like this. I think so. When I see Orion, that bastard is obsessed with a big beetle that has about a puppy I caught yesterday and not at breakfast. That bug, by the way, looks and names like beetles, but he's one of the Funkorogashi.

I can't seem to use the outline of a favor either. When this happens, there is nothing but strategic retreat.

When I hung out for breakfast, I went to a real asshole's tent after the crunch and camp.

"Why are you here?"

Alan turns a jittery glance at me, and I shrug my shoulders.

"Don't say that, Gilbert. There's a lot going on over here."

"Put on a letter or so, it's Alan. How dare you have breakfast with me?"

"Oh, don't ask for it without my Waywouvoir. You shouldn't use it because it's poison."

"Hmm, what are you doing stupid"

You have absolutely no faith in what I said. Alan lumped a waywow voor for breakfast other than me and brought rice like leftovers over here.

"Still eat."

"Asshole."

"Come for breakfast and say it often"

I flatten a risotto like dog rice with guts. Well, it's not bad, it's oily.

After eating Alan's leftover rice risotto, a flurry of sakuya comes this way from our camp.

"Mr. Wang... you..."

In front of the approaching Sakuya, Alan stood up softly, lifting his own hair immediately and thanking him gently.

"I wonder if you went to this place, Mademoiselle. Please let me know if you have any problems."

Sakya is tilting her neck not sure.

"Never mind. That's what he's sick of."

"You shut up. From you I feel so noble, like an aura like mine. I'm Alan, and I need you to know me."

Alan offers his hand all the time, but Sakya gorgeously puts it through.

I keep my neck tilted all the time, so I'll ask him what's wrong.

"What's wrong?

"This man... is nothing like when he fell before..."

"What, you, you knew him?

"Stupid, how could I forget such a beautiful woman?"

"About me... to the woods, pulled"

"Forest?"

"Yeah, hurt... help me"

Alan thinks hard.

"No way, you were... falling at that time"

Sakya nods cocklessly. Apparently, he's face-to-face.

I came with a pin too.

"Hey, you, isn't this when you said people were falling down here?

"Giku."

I've never seen a guy giggle and say it himself.

"That time... when I asked the tent for help, I met him"

"Hmm? Sakya did fall in the woods, didn't she? You went all the way to the beach?

"Yeah... but they put me back in the woods..."

Surely there were traces of drag in the woods at that time, and I can tell you that I was able to discover her because of it.

"You, did you dump Sakya in the woods when you came to ask for help?

"Giggle, giggle"

This guy is such a scumbag.

"But... he called me..."

Sakya puts on her little neck cutely with her innocent eyes.

"Can I tell you that I called people"

I only said once that people are down. If you hadn't noticed, Sakya would have died like that. I think the balance leans toward the bad guy if you think about the good guy or the bad guy.

"And you won't have a choice! It was drooling and dirty then, and the smell was tight."

"Don't tell the girl it stinks tough or something"

"Shh, sorry. But all I could think of was a filthy slave."

"Save him even a filthy slave."

"Wow, I'm not bad! If your employer tells you to throw it away, you're gonna have to throw it away! I'm not bad, man!

"That sort of thing. I blame people right away."

I just want to say more of a geezer, but the fact is, Sakuya was saved by his last conscience, so let's not mess around too much.

"He called me king, but how did you hire her? Slave chariot subscription would have had a lot of restrictions"

"I took it from my original husband and signed up for the slave contract again and joined the chariot"

"Become!? You're telling me you've become a slave yourself?

"Well, that's the only way to get Chariot to join us."

Sakya's neck is wrapped with a flat collar with a bow.

"No way, slave with this luxury...... is it?

Sure, when baldness tells were my husband, I barely got a bath, I didn't get a meal and it was unhealthy and my body stains were noticeable, but now I eat a lot, my body washes nicely, and my ears and tails fluffy hairs are taken care of, and their original beauty is returning.

Beautiful leg beauty and chest are unnecessarily displayed by bunny suits, and you would less believe that they are slaves.

"Well, you're saying Royal Bunny. Oh, Sakuya's a silver bunny."

"You said it was a silver bunny!?

"By the way, you said the captain was a gold bunny."

"Gold and Silver Rabbit!? What kind of hands did you use, silver bunnies and gold bunnies are especially rare among the royal bunny species and even if you wanted a lot of money, you wouldn't be able to buy them!?

"My nose is rough. My face is close. Your breath stinks. Then they told me to enslave you."

"Don't lie to me! There's no way such a dreamy fabulous thing could happen!

"I'm a Fabulous... That's why you said people were down, and we helped her. Well, my people were in danger, so I helped them too. They asked me to put you in the chariot because there was so much going on from there and you freed me from my original husband, but I can't do it with slavery, then make me a slave and flow."

"Don't lie!!

Alan grabs my bust with his blood-running eyes and shakes it gawky.

"That's the same thing you're saying you've come down 300 million vestas from the sky! And you have company!?

"Twenty or so more, I enslaved them as well and entered us"

"I'm kidding!

"No, I'm not kidding. Maybe I wasn't the one who helped Sakuya out there, and if I were you, the Royal Bunnies would have liked you."

"Ha ha!!... It's a lie, a lie..."

Alan is shaking his head in despair like someone who picked up a 300 million yen lottery but thought it was rubbish and threw it away.

"Are you all right?

"I, I have a royal bunny, be... be"

Here. No, you can't.

From this desperate outlook, the market price for the Royal Bunny seems to be quite high.

I wonder how that bald guy enslaved the Royal Bunny.

I was in the middle of thinking about that.

Suddenly I hear something spinning with Hyun-hyun from the sky, and I look over.

Then a giant propeller from the far reaches of the island and a giant sailboat with propulsion by the magic stone of the wind float towards this way.

"Is that a Gourmet Marquis high-speed airship?

The Marquis of Gourmet has a flying boat to export food to countries around the world, and I call that the Cool Express.

"Looks like it's a lot bigger than a regular ship, but is something wrong?

When Sakya and I went to see the ship that landed on the coastline, it looked like four soldiers were taking their beds to move around the Gourmet Marquis (Meat Man), just too plentiful to walk on their own from the ship.

He has a silly crown on his head and a bear under his eyes that looks unhealthy.

Why did the Marquis of Gourmet come directly to this island?

"Oh... breathing and trouble..."

"Hey, we've already set up a base, is, hi"

"If it's over, get me there!

"And excuse me! Yes, hi."

Yelling at the frustrated Marquis of Gourmet, the man in the swallow tail suit rushes to carry the Marquis's bed on.

"That must be the Deacon of the Marquis of Gourmet."

Did you say your name was Bartley or something?

He was the middle-aged butler I met when I first went to the Marquis de Gourmet residence, who had a low back and had a pathetic eye for the first time swinging by the impotence of the Marquis de Gourmet.

The bed is transported to a camp just around the corner, where the Marquis' private soldiers are rushing to set up something.

Apparently they're building a kitchen, assembling a cooking table, pulling water, and arranging ingredients. That also seems to be over soon, and the private soldiers of the Gourmet Marquis blow the trumpet.

"Gather around! Gather around! Gather camp attendees immediately!

Surprised by the sound and the loud voices, the adventurers and nobles who were camping gather in the outdoor kitchen.

"What?

"What happened?

I wonder what our chariots are up to, and they come together at the kitchen stadium set up.

There was also the appearance of a bald tel, with eyes and eyes for a moment swordswallowing air.

"Now are all the people on this island?

"Yes, we have all the registered adventurers and nobles. Hi."

When he hears from Bartley that he's finished collecting everyone on the island, the Gourmet Marquis hits his mouth with a muffled crystal (commonly known as a microphone) that echoes the sound with just one cough.

"Ah, even if I tell the assembled nobles, the adventurers. I brought you to this island because I said I would give you a month's respite to cook. But he always brings dishes like garbage, and he hasn't been left alone to fill my stomach. I understand. Whether we give you a month or so to cook now or not, the results will be the same. So I'm going to try the dishes of everyone here today."

"No, we haven't been here for two weeks."

A dissatisfaction erupts from a participant in a natural rule change.

"Shut up, too! I am the rule on this island!!

The Marquis of Gourmet yelled at him with a shuddering sword screen, all quiet.

"I've waited a few more weeks for something that still claims to be unprepared. Anyway, it's no big deal! Even if you're not desperate enough, not time. Therefore, I may make new rules. From now on, I will be forcibly evicted from the island for something I have not even expected to taste and charge for the ingredients I have eaten so far."

Together, eh, face to face.

I do feel that this island is rich in resources and has eaten as many precious ingredients as the mountains, but I have no idea how much the hell that would cost if it were put at a price.

"I was wearing a surveillance demon on every one of you. I'm going to show you the estimated amount of ingredients that the demon saw and used or supposedly ate."

When the Marquis of Gourmet squeaks his fingers properly, he hands a pair of pieces of paper to the leader whose soldiers are each camping.

I also get handed a piece of paper like a receipt from Bartley with an amount on it.

"Sorry, it is, hi"

The paper given with the apology, along with the fine details, stated a total usage charge of 28 million vestas.

"to, 28 million vestas!?

That's enough to make a little mansion.

"... expensive..."

"Wait, you're too expensive!

Stuffed in Bartley, he repeatedly refers to the cost of the most expensive ingredient as he wipes his sweaty face desperately.

There it says 20 million Vestas per metal dragon.

"Wait, we're not eating metal dragons!?

"We confirmed that it was your Trident Chariot that hunted the metal dragon even if you didn't eat it... Hi"

"No, that's right..."

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

"What if you can't pay for this?

Other adventurers ask the Marquis the most serious questions.

"If the usage fee is under 10 million, you can have forced labor to build an underground gourmet land. If it's over 10 million, you can send it to Black Earth Street as a slave, or you can have your organs sold, and you can literally pay it with your body."

Everyone's face turns blue at once.

"Don't be ridiculous, you told me you were going to research for free!?

"Let's not!

"Shut up, too!! I am also a gastronomer. Even if you pay the right price for the food. I'm going to grade your dishes and make them worth the money. Even if you deduct that difference from the amount you used to pay for it. I just have to give it back to you as much as I eat."

"That's not what I'm saying. I mean, what you're saying is different from the beginning and now!

Moreover, to the devoured male adventurer, the Marquis of Gourmet orders the private soldier with his chin, once blue.

Soldiers are forced to seize male adventurers and tie them up with rope.

"No, don't! Do what!

"You don't even get a chance to cook. Immediate forced labour, too. Again. I use the ingredients here for free. I don't deserve to rattle you guys. If you don't like it, pay for what you've eaten here right now. Even if you're leaving the island. Nothing scares me more than free."

The Marquis of Gourmet is uncomfortably looking down on this one that you guys have no say in it.

What you're saying is unscrupulous, asking for money later while telling you you can use ingredients for free is a complete fraud. Everyone has a bitter face, but only bald tells have a niggling and invincible grin.

Sounds like the time has come to settle with him, though sooner than expected.