The Man Picked Up By the Gods (Reboot)

Somewhere in Gimr's city, there is a tavern where people enter, even though it says "closed."

Nine men visited there this day.

They each visited the shop in pairs, and one arrived at the table in the center of the tavern, and the other two stood at the table behind it.

And one by one, around the table seats where the group representatives gathered, the shop of the day had a breathtaking atmosphere.

"Mr. Wands... please explain what you mean."

"Well, how many con artists are you talking about?

"Even if they say explanation… let's admit that our work is not going as we thought. But that looks the same to you, doesn't it?

"What!?

One of the men sitting in the Delegates' seat is Wands... a man who formerly held a meeting with a group named the Gimle Confederation of Medium-Sized Stores and fought against Lyoma.

One of the delegates roughed up his voice in such a provocative response, the other muttered uncomfortably and became nervous with each of his companions.

But it was the tongue man who put a stop to it.

"Stop it. It makes no sense for us to argue here."

"That's right. I was on track to gather the merchants and launch the Gimle Medium Shop Federation....."

"? Hey, it's going well, the rest of the..."

The man who made a rough noise earlier still tries to keep fighting.

"Yeah, yeah, that went well, that's all (...). I checked carefully in advance, pulled a few people in here in advance, said I had it in my hands until the end of the discussion, and that kid scratched me around."

"... if I thought this guy was a skank, is he like this?"

She was drawn to the one who told her to lose her expression and exhale the curse.

"I was expecting it, but it's still because of“ Ryoma Takebayashi ”... we're still in trouble with that kid. They went out of their way to sell fights to their subordinates pretending to be job seekers, making them more demanding....."

"If you say so, so do we. When I heard that the kid hired a lot of people to try and get his hands dirty in life, I felt more hopeful or resistant... I actually hired hundreds of people, and there was a next recruitment. How much money do you have? What kind of laundromat makes so much money?"

"Fu, fufu, no, I guess not. Looking at the conditions of recruitment, not only salary, but also housing, meals, and treatment in the event of injury or illness. It certainly seems that the shop is thriving, but that's all it takes to get the money we need.

Of course we're not the only ones who care. There's a widespread rumor that the kid's grandparents left behind. But it's too convenient to have such a legacy in this situation, and even if it were true, no one would scatter it in this way. If you were here, you'd be a real saint or an idiot who doesn't understand the value of money.

The situation is obviously coming to crush us, and you will surely see it moving with instructions and funding from the Duke. That son of a bitch... the boy is just a puppet... well, maybe he's too smart to play his puppet role. "

When Wands said that he had calmed down a little as he spoke and regained his expression and tone, they agreed.

"That's more natural than thinking that kid's making the whole thing up. Sometimes there are Duke's palms around... so what do we do now? There's talk that the security company will start patrolling, but you thieves won't be able to move.

"It's already hard to move... through that security company, the guild. Carefully, it's not all about what we're after, but it's all about our tricks. Apparently there's someone over there who knows our work."

"... well, actually, I've seen a few empty slam houses that could be used as safe houses and deals in times of emergency. More than that, the whole slum is getting better ventilation in the name of zoning."

"Some of them are landers.” So, Fraudster, do you have any more information? Once we know the itinerary and course of the tour, we'll be able to target the shrewd shop and wait for the one who comes around to hurt us. We're supposed to work together to make it easier for the hoist to do his job, right?

"Unfortunately, it's not enough for managers. Some people seem to have mistrust in their interactions with the boy, and it's hard to put together a discussion. We must try to calm down and be trusted for a while."

There was silence in the store, but it was also one that broke the silence.

"Let's continue working on each one for now. The same is true of us, behind the nobles. Candidates should still be sent for the time being. Because there are as many unnecessary people as there are people who have a job rash."

"That's all I have to say... we don't have a choice but to interrupt as much as we've been asked to do. Behind the scenes, such as ours, giving up their jobs is death. Even if I saved my life, I can't live a rough life."

"The hoist is right. It's harder to move, but I haven't lost my hand yet."

The faces of the men who spoke were filled with a sense of crisis.

Meanwhile, around that time.

After working hours, the security company, where most employees returned to the dormitory, gathered in one room four guards from the Duke's house, three maids, as well as a newly arrived muffler as a doctor, and Serge, who happened to be visiting.

"Well then, thank you again for your hard work today! Cheers!"

Cheers!

The participants cupped together at the call of Fuse, but Jill asked Fuse with a serious face

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"Don't be hard, Jill. Even if there is a problem so far, it is all within expectation. It's just a confirmation. It's okay if I drink it. Tell me not to worry too much about Lyoma, and it won't be convincing if we adults tingle."

"That's true....."

"Besides, I don't want Serge jumping in like that."

"Mm, that's rude.... no, Serge, you're the one who forced me to pull it!?... I'm so sorry about our fuse."

"That's not true. Master Hughes asked me not to waste my time."

"It would be helpful if you could say so."

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, Camille questioned Serge.

"Speaking of which, why is Serge here?

"A magical tool craftsman asks me to deliver it to Lyoma. I was hoping I could consult a little about the factory products, so I undertook to do just that...."

"Unfortunately, I think I just made a mistake. Look, Ryoma's getting home pretty fast these days, huh?

"Speaking of which, you've been working early since you started raising goblins."

"It's only natural that I signed a contract with a new subordinate. Lyoma will need to know about the Goblin, and his subordinates are creatures. I hear that until you get used to the new environment, not just the goblins, you're more likely to get upset and sick."

"Even if there's no reason for Renaissance, Lyoma's basically working too hard, and I'm in favor of leaving early."

Everyone nods to Fuse's words.

And now Lillian asks when the air is loose.

"By the way, Serge. Is there a problem with consulting Lyoma at the factory? If you're in a hurry, I'll get in touch with my subordinate."

"Thank you very much. It's not particularly urgent, so don't worry. I just wanted to be able to talk about the future production plan, the main products, and the various products that Lyoma ordered."

"I hope there's no problem. However, the main product is a waterproof cloth, right? Are you going to make something new?

"That's right. As I said, the production of waterproof cloth coated with sticky slime adhesive solution will be mainstream in the factory. However, apart from that, we have also been told about the development of new products that utilize slime... and the story will change a little, but you know that my shop was burned down a few days ago, right?

Everyone but Serge nodded, as a matter of course.

"In fact, I seem to have been a lot worried about Lyoma about that matter. First of all, I proposed“ fire protection measures ”to avoid lighting the fire,“ fire extinguishing equipment "in the unlikely event of a fire,“ rescue method ”in the case of a person left behind in the burning room, to“ special equipment ”for that purpose... as if it were the water from the spring that gushed out from the rolling stream... No, that was what I thought of during the conversation. One after the other, and each one of them seems worthy of consideration, so we follow the order of prototyping, and depending on the result, we also think about commercialization."

"Speaking of which, in the training content of the security company... we are still at the stage of putting down the basic physical strength building and discipline, but in the future, we need rescue training. Lyoma suggested training the volunteer as a medic."

"Was it shocking that Mr. Serge's shop was burned down?

"You take care of others, and you're the one who takes the initiative. Well, that's why I was wondering if I could help you."

As soon as there was agreement with Zev's words,

……

Suddenly, attention is drawn to the fuse with the neck.

"What's wrong?

"Renaissance... for now, I thought Lyoma was doing well in this city."

"That's right. Is that why we are now able to realize and implement the plan with the help of not only us, but also a lot of people?

"Isn't that right? And the leopards are pretty big, aren't they? Jill"

"Three guild masters and a slum city leader at the top of the bureau to one of the adventurers who helps the security company. After that, big merchants like Serge and powerful people will be watching."

"Looks like you know a lot of people in the city. Some of the shop owners I've met recently seem to be working in the garbage dump with slum kids they seem to know, and they often go to church and donate, and they were cooperative."

"I'm a little shallow when I meet him, but I think he's a little caring. Sometimes it feels like common sense is skewed because it's somewhat unique."

"I don't know...."

While agreeing with Riviola's words, Fuse seemed to think something. Jill opened his mouth with a slightly worried face.

"What have you been doing? It's not like you to worry. Are you not feeling well?

"No, I was surprised when I had a little doubt. It's been a long time since we first met. Look, Ryoma's in the woods at first, right?

That's right. I was familiar with the life of the city and I didn't think much about it. "

"Right? Besides, I heard about my acquaintance earlier, but if I look back at recent events, I can't tell you that it's really going well... like this, he said," I don't like relationships, "but I started to wonder if it wasn't."

Here, the muffler, who had been silent until now, opened his mouth.

"I don't think he's good with people, either. He took great care of us, who had just come here. Besides, I didn't get lost in the planning stage, so I assigned you a job and ran for roots in my spare time."

That's what the participants are going to think about for a while.

"... I was busy and didn't really care, but it didn't seem like anyone told me to do it, and it seemed like it was natural."

"Hmm... I don't think Lyoma's getting along very well anymore."

"Isn't he uncomfortable? And then," Somewhat low self-esteem, "and I wonder if you tend to underestimate the burden on yourself."

"Ah... I see. Perhaps Serge is right. Lyoma tends to do anything by herself, but maybe she can't rely on people."

Whether Fuse was relieved or relieved of her worries and refreshed herself, she provoked alcohol in a pleasant mood.

Furthermore, at this time, in the divine world.....

Hmm, that doesn't seem to be a problem.

"That's right. They haven't given up on the city of Gimle yet, but Ryuma seems to have friends, and the city is calm compared to the past."

"By the way, Dragon Horse, what are you doing now?

"We're just finishing the slime meal with the subordinated Goblins and making our own dinner. And they're experimenting with preserved foods."

"As you taught me the other day, I seem to have started studying agriculture properly. I still know the basics, but I'm sure I'll be able to make something better than before."

"And then you started making liquor. That local Fatma liquor. Looks like he started to experiment with growing his own ingredients and making them tasty. I don't know what happened because I had more hands with the Goblins, but it might have been nice living in the abandoned pit. We need to improve the environment, but it's not a bad place to sleep, and above all, considering the temperament of the dragon horse, we might be able to expect it."

There was a six-pillar god watching the city around the dragon horse and its companions.

The gods each share their favorite beverages while sharing information.

At that time, a new two-pillar god appeared from the void.

Good work.

Cyril Elle. Is it over?

"It's not over yet, but the punishment is suspended. He's in this state. Ora"

"Heh!?

Cyril Elle threw the other pillar of God, Celeripta, with a cry.

The cerelliptor fell and raised his angry voice, but his body did not move.

"But even if you let me down a little more gently....."

"What a stupid thing to say. The punishment for what you did isn't over yet, is it? Sometimes it doesn't make sense to punish you in that state, but I just want to thank you for taking a break."

Sailelipta sued with a small voice, but was immediately dismissed.

Cyril Elle, who brought him here, looked around and said a word.

"Is there no Fernobelia? I didn't come to change the watch."

"Why didn't you contact him?"

"He's gone. It was an unusual rush."

"What? Why suddenly?

"The dragon horse started using a combination of magic and slime, but the magic and slime ecology interacted well, or punched a hole in the specifications, or it was a bit awesome due to the synergy."

He said, "I'm going to check it out."

"Magic belongs to Fernobylia like no other, and she's a serious kid."

"Hmm... well, that's fine. So, how was it?

"It's okay. It looks like there's no interference from the cerelliptor."

When such a conversation takes place, the person speaks up.

"Eh... what were you wondering about...?

"I said something like a prophecy to Ryuma. I was just checking to make sure you didn't set something up."

"I won't go as far as I can... that's just what I thought would happen when I looked at the state of the city at his base at the time."

"You're suspicious because of your normal behavior."

"Yes, yes, I understand... by the way, what's going on with Ryuma now?

"Nh... well, okay." []/(n, vs) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) "

Hands on the head of the selector with Gain lying down,

"Ah... this is what it looks like after all."

That alone allows information to be shared, and the selector murmurs as if it understood the situation.

"Looks like you expected it. On your palm?

"Even if I didn't say anything to him, I just think it's a good chance... because the city was already getting rough at that point, so I'm sure he'll know when he gets back, and you'll see the burned shop of a merchant named Serge? And it was Serge who taught him that nobles from other places were leaping behind. It's not me."

"... that's true."

"If you know the situation with that, it's natural to be prepared that way. After all, it's a“ declaration of war ”to try to sneak up on territory and discredit the lord by using the people behind it.

Lord Reinhardt seems to be pursuing a policy of avoiding futile armed clashes, but we, the gods, do not know for sure what it will be, and the human dragon horse has no way of knowing the future.

That's the only way to prepare for what he can do, so the difference between quick response and slow response... well, it might make a big difference how fast he can respond in an emergency. "

"I have a suspicious tone of voice that sees through everything you do."

"Isn't Willius just using his head?"

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Both of you.

"At all, this is what happens as soon as we face each other... I mean, the cerelliptor can't even move, so I often do it..."

"Let's switch to something else."

It was Cyril Elle, the goddess of war, who spoke up here.

"Looks like the Dragon Horse has started a lot of preparations... but it's not bad to think about battle readiness. As he just said, this case could be a spark of war between nobles, and it is a fact that no matter what the lord's policy, there is absolutely no guarantee that an armed conflict can be avoided.

If that were the case, it would not be forced by the character of the dragon horse, but the soldiers trained by the security company would strengthen their pure combat power and secure their numbers, research on preserved foods would lead to military stations, and medical knowledge and technology would also be necessary on the battlefield.

Compared to soldiers and mercenaries, it's like gathering stones, but fighting on the front lines is not the only thing to do. With basic education, there are things we can do to transport supplies in safe areas and back up support. It is not uncommon for conscripted civilians to be used in combat.

Of course, if we don't have a fight, we just have to focus on the security of the city, and it won't hurt to fall either way. "

Cyril looked at the footage in front of him and laughed to evaluate the dragon horse's readiness.

That's because it's a dragon horse.

"Hmm? You know, you say things like that again."

"It's actually a range of expectations. Ryuma, you have the gift of being pushed by the gods of the Earth."

"Ah... a crime or a murder..."

"Even if you rot, you're an older and better god than us, and the gift you've been given isn't Date... but for that matter, Ryuma looks like Kang is working on the things in his hands. There is a passage that senses and predicts the movement of the person who is targeting us from the air feeling and situation. I think I've been exposed to people's malice in my previous life, but if I train well, I might sublimate to“ intuition ”and other kinds of skills.

And I'm the one who said to him, "There's an embedded talent for murder and crime," but isn't that a tool after all? This will make the work easier. Otherwise it will be harder than the person who has it. But it's not absolutely necessary, and above all, it depends on how you use it. Human beings don't just live by talent, and talent alone doesn't determine life. "

The gods who heard it also agreed.

It was Willius, who was somehow at odds with the Cerelipta.

"That's right... you're right, if you apply your criminal talents well, you can use them to help and protect people. He's been unconsciously demonstrating it lately."

"With“ pseudo-intuitive skills ”based on talent and experience, I may have unconsciously chosen the closest way to prepare myself to the best of my ability."

"Besides, it's not just the influence of our patronage that he's benefiting many of his allies right now."

"Well... Ryuma certainly doesn't have the talent to communicate. You can say none of them. However, in the 39 years of the previous life, efforts were made (...) to do as well as possible with people. And it continues in this world. That's why there are so many people around you right now, and they must be helping you."

"I mean, it's almost because of God on Earth that things didn't go well in the last life, right? We sometimes go to see how the planet is, but half of your ex-colleagues don't feel like decent conversations at all."

"... if I were you, I'd definitely give up. If I'd been with them all the time, I'd have wanted to beat them up."

"If you have patience to keep dating people like that, it won't be strange to be more than normal!"

"I think Grimm is right... just because he was really bad when he was a shallow kid, I guess his bad consciousness is soaked in it... it's not impossible to take it so easily because it's just a thought in his life, but I hope he realizes all kinds of things on this occasion... now that he's still a teenager and we're gods, we have plenty of time, so let's take a relaxing look at him."

Gentle air flows between the gods....

"Cerelipta, you're back again, right? It's too early to relax."

"... eh? Hey, what's going on? I can't move yet..."

"What's wrong with you is that you're about to get well. You've been talking to rappers, haven't you? You can tell by the tone of your voice. If you're so energetic, you'll have to continue to be punished."

"Hey! Ah, you don't have to hold it yourself..."

"Never mind. I'll carry it like I did when I came here."

The next moment, by the hand of Cyril Elle, who noticed the recovery. The selector is forcibly brought in.

"... my goodness, it's noisy..."

The gods left behind in Gain's thoughts laughed again and returned to the observation of the underworld.....