The God has moved to another world.

Professional Slavenist, Tuck's morning is early.

When you wake up before the sun rises, start cleaning and tidying your beds first.

Incidentally, Tuck wasn't sure what the word "pro" or "~ nist" meant.

It's kind of cool to put that on, so it's a word I did at one time in the village.

Well, anyway.

Waking up Tuck quickly started pounding the blanket.

I clean it every day so I don't get much dust, but it's what I keep doing every day that makes sense and significance.

Peel the sheet from the bed and slap this as well.

Blankets and sheets are pretty big for Tuck as they are for common adults.

Despite all the hard work, I manage to finish dusting.

The room has only small windows and metal doors cannot be opened from the inside, so ventilation is not allowed.

It looks like it might get dusty inside, but it has a powerful vent, so don't worry.

It's pretty small and tightly tensioned with gold nets, etc., so you don't have to worry about Tuck being sucked in by mistake.

The first night I couldn't sleep because of the delusion that they were sucking me out of there and taking me to a world I don't know where.

But now it is completely accustomed, and once asleep, it is neat until morning.

When you're done beating the dust, tap the blanket and sheets.

These two can be exchanged for new ones every day, so they should be easy to collect.

The size of the futon makes this quite a heavy labor as well.

But professional slaveists don't give up on that.

Tap blankets and sheets into a set rectangular shape without a wrinkle.

Of course, I won't forget to make sure that the corners are at right angles.

Tuck said, "Okay!," he tempered, suddenly headed for the sheets.

Tapping large blankets and sheets with a small body is still a difficult business.

Accidents such as having your feet taken off by a cloth on the opposite side of what you have and falling off, or being tangled up in a cloth because you rushed to bump your hands and feet are common.

Sometimes the warmth of a pompous cloth even makes me faint.

Yes, it's not sleep twice, it's just a stun.

Blankets and sheets are like beasts, if you ask me.

Finally, I finish the blankets and sheets.

It's somewhat different from the ideal shape, but, well, I can't help it.

It's more meaningful to move forward than to worry about how creepy it is.

Life is short and learning is hard to come by.

By the way, I had no idea what Tuck meant by "difficult to learn".

I just use it in the atmosphere somehow.

After finishing the blanket and sheets, brush your teeth and wash your face.

There seems to be no habit in the hair, so it is about to be gently hand-tightened.

Familiarity is important, but I can't say luxury because I'm in the position of being a slave.

By the way, before Tuck became a slave, he used a wooden stick to brush his teeth.

Since I've been a slave, I've been using toothbrushes, so I'm more of a luxury, but I shouldn't worry about that area.

Next time, it's cleaning time.

By the time it's breakfast time, it has to be over.

What Tuck chose as his cleaning tool was a disposable toothbrush and towel.

Both were paid and used once.

Keep that and switch to cleaning.

This is it, don't waste things, professional slave nist waza.

By the way, for the second time, Tuck doesn't know what "pro" or "~ nist" means.

I just use it because it sounds cool.

With a well squeezed towel, wipe from around the door.

The door is an important place that leads outside, so it needs careful cleaning.

When a watchman touches the door, he thinks, "Oh, don't be so sticky," it's important.

Disqualified as a professional slaver.

Use a toothbrush for fine gaps, etc.

If it's jammed with dirt or something black, this works great.

I really want to use the one that pointed the tree, but unfortunately there are no trees growing in Tuck's room.

But the used toothbrush was pretty good, and the door was shiny.

Followed by cleaning walls, floors, etc.

The trick is to clean them sequentially from the top.

Cleaning the lower side first can cause debris and dust to fall off when cleaning the top, which can become a hassle twice.

It's the professional slave nists who don't commit that kind of foolishness.

Of course, I'm not sure what that means.

Cleaning doesn't take that long.

I do it all the time, so it's basically not that dirty.

When you're done cleaning the floor, Tuck sits quietly in front of the door.

Wait till the watchman gets here.

Here, the point is that you look crisp.

The man who can kick it in the face.

And I don't even feel like I've read it in some book.

After a while, the door opens and the watchman comes.

"Good morning, Mr. Tuck. Dinner's ready."

"Ha!"

Tuck raises his hand and replies.

It was the woman with the soft expression who put her face in the room.

He's a watchman, with a name tag around his chest.

They say it has a name on it, but unfortunately it's not the kind of letter Tuck knows.

In addition to Agney characters, Tuck can only read common characters like the ones used by the Alliance.

By the way, what's written on the name tag is a gutsy common letter.

Tuck just didn't get it because it's been written in a difficult way.

Speaking in Japan, a bit of a difficult kanji was used, if you think it's about the extent, you can be sure.

Either Tuck is the type of guy who doesn't like to study.

Meals are to be served in a private room.

Three meals a day.

Every time, a watchman comes and directs him to his room.

Apparently, during the meal, there's been an inspection of the room where Tuck usually is, etc.

I guess I'll check to see if I'm ready to escape.

It also seems to be cleaning the room.

Unfortunately, however, the room has been tucked away.

I'm sure you're feeling sorry for being deprived of your job, but I can only assume that you're unhappy that a professional slaver has become a rival.

Unexpectedly, it was a tuck that made the watchman look so dowdy that he put his neck up.

The dining room is as big as the room where Tuck usually is.

There are tables and chairs in the room, and there are several watchmen.

What the watchmen were wearing were so-called maid clothes.

During meals, they also serve.

At first glance, they look like ordinary maids, but professional slave nist Tuck is not fooled.

I wonder if they're special watchmen.

I guess I'm trying to figure out Tuck's suitability as a slave.

You have to be careful not to blur.

The meal was very good.

I also appreciate the fact that the staple foods are Ponkte.

The staple foods in this country seem to be bread, but I'm sure slaves eat Ponkte or something like that.

Oodles include grilled fish and boiled meat, salad and soup.

And some small bowls.

There are few individual dishes, but many different kinds of things can be eaten.

A very healthy menu.

Must be devised to make you work fully as a slave.

That is all, the expectations on the tuck are high.

On the happy side, I also feel pressure, but I can't lose as a professional slave nist.

I'm not sure what I'm fighting, but Tuck is determined to make sure he wins.

At the end of the meal, they take you to the library.

When you finish choosing a book to read, go to the room you are usually in.

Sheets and blankets have been recovered and warm drinks are provided at the table installed in the room.

Today's drink looks like cocoa.

The next time I get a voice, I'm going to be reading a book here, drinking a drink.

It's called a standby mission.

It's not a break, so of course I can't lose my mind.

Tuck sits in his chair in a pissy outfit and begins to read the book with a serious face.

Today I read, "Suicide Bomb Squad Sep Kujar - Strong Enemy Wireless Bungee Admiral Available! Midsummer showdown in enemy territorial waters! ~".

A lot of difficult words come up that I don't understand, but it's what righteous allies do to the bad ones.

Something tells me that what it feels like to fight helps me to think of myself as a slave, Tuck said.

If it is as usual, without the call, I would be reading the book for a while now.

After that, it's time to go outside and exercise.

Get out on the roof of the building where Tuck is now and do some running and other exercises.

Surrounded by high walls, it's a place where you can't escape.

When it's raining, they take you to a place lined up with indoor training equipment.

As a professional slaver, you can't miss a rare opportunity to build your strength.

Move your body firmly.

When that's over, I take a shower.

When you're done getting familiar, it's lunch time.

When you're done eating, get the book again.

Have a snack, it's time for a nap.

Naps are very important, although they tend to be neglected.

It can be said that it is essential to maintain your strength and improve your labor performance thereafter.

At the end of your nap, take a bath.

After that, eat and go to bed.

Quite a hard schedule, Tuck thinks.

Anyway, I have a lot to remember.

It just took me about four days to remember this order.

When I was in the village it was simpler and easier to remember.

Rice, field work, rice, field work, rice.

It's good to remember two things.

That comes alternately, so it's easy to remember.

But here, cleaning, reading, exercising, snacks, and all sorts of things come in.

It's hard just to remember, and it's hard to keep the order.

By the way, for Tuck, field work and reading are roughly as much effort.

If it was anything, I'd say reading is a little more fatigue.

Basically, Tuck is better at moving his body than his head.

Sometimes it breaks my heart when I'm reading a book and I can't read kanji, etc.

But you can't turn it up.

Anyway, Tuck now is a professional slaver.

I don't know, but we have to work hard on what looks like slavery anyway.

By the way, he seemed persistent, but Tuck had no idea what "pro" or "~ nist" meant.

"So you were relatively enjoyed? Tuck."

"I mean slavery, isn't that a guest treatment? I'm so jealous."

Having heard Pryan Blue's report, Dillough said blurry in a sluggish manner.

He's been moving his hands for a while, and continues to dismantle the magic tools that Sergei and the others have made him purchase.

Currently, in addition to Pryan Blue, Sergei and Carin, there were two members of the Galtic Mercenary Corps in the Safe House available within Bataluda Dide, plus Windhiko.

Fenghiko is here to communicate with the outside world.

Fenghiko is a liaison officer because there is a risk of interception when using communications equipment.

What a luxurious way to use the Guardian, but it is necessary for this time.

"It would mean that Mr. Traver is also quite attentive. I guess so. Well, I wasn't sure about Tuck's knoll."

"I'm sure if you're going to be a slave anyway, let's be amazing slaves, it feels like it. There are people going in that direction, Mr. Agney."

Pryan Blue with his neck hanging, but DeLoade still looks like he deserves it.

Being with the Agney tribe for a while was a dilaud that had come with a lot of understanding of its nature.

"So, when does contact with Tuck seem like a good time after all?

"In due course, I wonder if it's after dinner. Well, it depends on the executor."

Sergei asked, and Pryan Blue shrugged his shoulder.

Fenghiko leaks a bitter laugh at the word executor.

Fenghiko is supposed to be in charge of direct contact with Agney.

Anyway, it's hard to talk quietly with Agney.

If Pryan Blue or Sergei, who engage in dangerous work, comes into contact, they scare Agney.

One mistake, it could be a lot of noise.

In order not to do so, there is something Agney is not afraid of, and we need to keep in touch.

The most appropriate person in the current situation is Fenghiko.

It was for this reason that Fenghiko worked purposefully as a liaison officer for the Galtic Mercenaries.

We worked together to increase collaboration and get used to it before we worked together.

"I said I'd confirm Tuck's intentions, because he's a creep for this job. I have to change a lot of things by the sole."

"You had some plans, didn't you?

"There's a lot going on. It doesn't change that I have to work anyway, does it? Oh, stop working."

Listening to Sergei and the others converse, Fenghiko laughs at Kusuri.

What a loose conversation, but what you're trying to do is pretty noisy in itself.

So they don't look nervous, but I guess they're not actually that nervous themselves.

These things are everyday tea meals for them.

We have done it for granted, and because we can do it, we are being watched by Eltovael and gathered in this place.

"I will now make contact tomorrow night"

"I think I know, but you have to listen to the request in detail. Because I can't afford to come and go again and again, and I want to make as few contacts as possible"

"Tell him about the land reviewed, ask for it, so, once. I'll tell you what I have planned, so, twice. Narrow down to just two total contacts. Right."

"That sort of thing. That's the Guardian."

To the words of Fenghiko, Sergei nodded, saying things that would be like a tear.

I have already been able to have these exchanges, and I don't get the impression that Funghiko doesn't like them at all.

Instead, I seem to be recognized as someone I work with, and I even feel happy about it.

Unlike his brother and sister, Fenghiko is the type of person who finds joy in dialogue and connection with people.

Well, they have some difficulty, but there's no choice in the situation.

Seeing such an exchange between Funghiko and the others, Derrod sighed deeply when he did it.

"I have a nasty feeling about it. It feels like it's gonna be rough."

"Stop it. Hey. Because when you say that, you seriously flag it. I flag it because it's super good. That's what I collect so much, seriously."

To Pryan Blue like that with his sincerely disgusting face, Dilloud turns to his unexpected face.

"I've been saying about marriage for a long time, but I've heard you don't even have a scratch at all,"

"Where did you hear that story from? I'm gonna kick his ass! Seriously, I'm not doing this! Seriously, I'm not doing this, oh!?

"It's from Mr. Tuhiko."

"There are things the world can and cannot do."

I admire what was on the spot for the speed of so much change, I had to leak a bitter laugh.

By the way, it goes without saying that the flag will be recovered safely.