Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

In the end, the goblins never met a pig or any other beast until they returned to the city that day.

As for Toya, he wanted to hunt another pig and increase the amount of dried meat, but he also has a good amount of meat left.

"Consider my difficulty cooking too," Hulka told me, reluctantly giving up going hunting.

In the first place, if I hunt another one, it will exceed the amount I can carry, so I can't talk about the foundation.

Also, only a small amount of herbs seemed to be available for the herbs and dried meat growing on the road were collected on the way home.

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At this time before evening, the Adventurer Guild is relatively free.

The most crowded are just after dawn when day-labouring manual workers come and just before sunset.

Clearly, that time slot is painful.

Essentially, it's salvation you don't have to wear with us.

Coming this time of year are adventurers who, like us, have gone out of town on request, but the absolute number is not too high.

There is less work as an adventurer in this relatively peaceful neighborhood, and inevitably somewhat grown adventurers move to other cities in search of more money.

I guess it wasn't a bad place for us to relax and work because of it.

Mr. Evil Gods, hang on!

"I'm home, Mr. Diola"

"Welcome home, Mr. Hulka. And Nao and Toya."

"I'm home."

"Back."

During this time, Mr. Diola is mostly sitting at the counter.

I knew I'd be glad to have someone to speak to when I got to work.

This world has very little concept of a holiday, so unless there is a particular reason, they go to work every day. That's how hard life can be if you don't work hard to make money.

Incidentally, this is a worker's case, and if you are an adventurer who is not a daily manual worker, you only get more time off if you become an expert.

There are also reasons for the large income per request, but there are also realities that it is hard if you can't rest your body because many jobs are quite demanding.

Escort requests, for example.

We'll also need night watches in the wild boarding house on the move. Even if you take a nap, it's not hard to imagine it wearing off considerably for days.

If so, it would be natural to affect performance if you did not take a slow break for at least a day or two after you arrive in the city.

If you don't rest because you are financially strict, you will induce mistakes and, in some cases, you will die.

Reasons for retirement for middle-aged and post-adventurers who are no longer able to do so - many of the reasons for dying seem to be this.

"Mr. Diora, this is for information."

"Thank you. I'm looking forward to this period ~"

I held my nose close to Dindle's fruit and breathed in, grinning.

"Uh-huh, it smells good. We had some fun after dinner today."

Mr. Diola puts the dindle she gave him in the bag she had on her side looking important.

"But the Hulkas are good at picking and hunting in the woods, aren't they? Is it because it's still an elf? I guess you could make more money with a magic bag."

That gaze is right for our backpack, which is well inflated.

"I've never seen it around here, is it expensive?

"It's expensive and rare. Because besides an alchemist, you need a space-time magic user to make it. There's hardly anyone there who's fit."

"It is. Well, it must be hard to make."

"No, it just doesn't seem like it's that hard to make, with so few uses of space-time magic. They're in the alchemy dictionary."

Oh? I knew it was expensive and rare, but isn't it hard to make it?

Besides, there's a word I'm worried about...

"What is an alchemy dictionary?

"Is that it? Don't you know? Looks like anyone would have it if they were alchemists. Anything, like being bought when you join the Alchemist's Association...?

"Heh, so it's something you don't normally get?

A little unfortunately, when Hulka asked, Mr. Diola shook his head lightly.

"No. Not at all."

"Is that it?"

"It seems like buying this is like a membership fee to an association, and they buy it even if they don't have to. But you don't need a book like this, other than an alchemist, do you? So what if the alchemist dies or something?

"Gonna be unnecessary?

"Yes. Unlike normal books, it's not like the average person reads, and even if there's an alchemist in the family, you'll buy a new one if you put it in the association. So sometimes when I go to a used bookstore or something, I sell them for less."

"Heh, yeah. Can you sell it?"

"It seems to sell a little because it has uses such as looking into it for reference when buying items. It's here too, for once. To get on with the adventurer's consultation."

For example, when a demon comes out with a special attack, they use it to find out if there are any items to deal with it.

"But it was helpful to have the Hulkas here this year. Because without someone to pick it up, there's no point in informing me where to pick it up."

You think it's Mr. Diola's secret pleasure to sell information on the place to Rookie, who's going to pick Dindle's fruit, and ask her to give it away instead?

However, every year conveniently there are adventurers at that level, which also doesn't necessarily mean that there are adventurers who can climb a dindle tree, so they seem to be useful only occasionally.

"Mr. Diola, is that an abuse of authority?

"Uh, it's a legitimate deal to this extent. You didn't have to look for Mr. Hulka, did you?

Even if Hulka points that out, Mr. Diola laughs lightly, waves patsy and denies it.

Well, I sure don't have to look around the woods anymore.

Even if you gathered information from other people, you would need a thank you.

"Abuse of authority is an allegation. You know, it's really scratchy, you know, and you buy it yourself cheap."

"What?"

Hearing that, Hulka's hand stops trying to take out the dindle to sell.

"Ah! Well, we won't, will we? You're serious, aren't you? I'll buy it at the right price, right? Really!"

Shit, Mr. Diora with the look on his face and hastily denies it, but clearly, it's suspicious.

Rather, it's only suspicious.

"Is that true? Will you buy this properly?

"Of course! But, uh, yeah... Some of them, after all."

Dindle's standard buyout price is 100-300 rar.

The majority of the dindles taken out were valued at 300 rare, but some of them would be 200 rare.

With the price attached, as a percentage, don't you go as far as 5%?

If you look at that yourself, it doesn't seem like a problem to eat a little scratch......

"Actually, the wound is the problem..."

It seems somewhat hard to say. According to what Mr. Diola told me, it is true that he is buying them out at a proper price, but it is also true that when they are scratched, they are devalued, and they have those fruits divided by their physical price.

I have no problem with them if I eat them immediately, but if I let them dry, it will be easier to scratch them from the wound area, so it will be cheaper for me.

"So you're never buying and beating, are you? However, not all of you understand that..."

"Oh, I see."

You're a kind of Kramer.

When an official learns that a cheap (but adventurer's perspective) dindle is being bought for him, does that mean he's going to be disturbed and bothered?

"... but on second thought, isn't the price inside you a fluke?

"No, I'm buying it before it's on the books, so no problem!

It is nearby.

- No, no, no, no. It's grey, isn't it?

You felt our gaze like that, Mr. Diola shakes his head with a pull.

"No, really! Not if you resell it exactly, but it's admittedly to the extent that you or your family consumes it! - implicitly."

Is that like an employee price?

Is there also the idea of benefits in this tough world, or are the rules simply loose?

Finally, I was adding something that bothered me softly, so is the latter likely?

Well, I'm not going to tell the Kiko rule that I can't necessarily say that.

There were countries in the payroll system that took into account both the Earth and the chips that customers could get, and they were underpaid instead of bribing "Ma Ka" or living there.

"Well, if Mr. Diola doesn't get fired or anything, I don't mind... 'Cause we're getting along, and I miss you when you're gone."

"Don't say anything ominous ~. It's a handful of things to do."

Mr. Diora likes the dindle, but its market price is so high that it's hard to buy at the receptionist's salary.

At the very least, the amount you can easily offer as a hobby is superior, so I guess the Alliance's deliveries, as well as the injury dindle, that can be bought for less than half the market value, are a reward in a way.

"I'm also glad you have fewer competitors because this guild has fewer female staff!

That's what they say, me and Toya smile face to face.

Personally, I want a young, beautiful receptionist.

Mr. Diola feels cute at about 30, but I didn't know she was young - whoa, some cold. Yeah, I'm perfectly fine with Mr. Diola, yeah.

"That's why it would be helpful if you sold them all..."

What Hulka took away was the dindle fruit that was stuck in her backpack.

Mr. Diola's gaze is directed at me and Toya's backpack, which remains inflated.

By the way, Mr. Diola's gaze is a little off because Toya's is mostly stuffed with meat.

The dindle I picked up later is being split between me and Hulka's backpack and brought back.

"No, it's nothing mean. You're not selling less, are you? I had a thought...... Diola, don't you know how to make a dindle dry fruit?

"Oh, you can't be on your own? I don't know if I can make it... but it's a secret."

If you want to waste it that way, make sure you sell it, I can turn my gaze, but if we can do this, we want to sell it high after processing, and if the shelf life extends, we want to make sure it's for ourselves.

"If it doesn't go well, I'll sell it, so don't you know what it is because it's a little better? If you do well, I'll hem you, won't I?

"What, hemming? I can't help it."

The mood is easy to understand because your cheeks are still loose as you say you can't help it.

"That said, I don't know the big deal either. Basically, it's like you just wash it clean, take the heck out of it, and then dry it, right? Sounds like the weather, the temperatures and the way the sun shines at that time have a knack, but it sounds like a secret there."

"Uh-huh. That's about it."

"Oh, but..."

To Hulka, who said a little bit of a shame, Mr. Diola said something and said his mouth.

"Hmm? Let me know if you have anything to worry about?

"That's right. Just a few tips."

Some hands are trial and error, but no matter how much more magic you use than using fruits that don't have much sunshine, you can't try it again and again. It helps more than just a few clues.

Me and Hulka urged me, and Mr. Diola opened her mouth with a slight hesitation.

"Once, I saw the task of drying it, but it was like I was boiling some hot water... I don't know if it had anything to do with it"

Is that hot water...... actually boiled and then dried?

Like melting and staining additives?

Or something like frying and applying preservative herbs?

Even in modern times, I think there was a way to apply some kind of juice to make citrus last longer.

"- I see. Thanks, that's a little helpful."

"Good for you then. But don't make too much of a fuss about what you just said, okay? I know people who do, but some people are pretty annoying..."

"I know. The reception is tough, even weird people have to deal with it."

"Yeah! Understand me - hey, no, that's not true, yeah"

Diola, who nodded forcefully, shook her head with a smile like she had rushed to fix it.

Whatever your stupidity in a drinker, it's just not good to agree in this place.

Because there are other adventurers nearby, as well as their bosses.

"We're helping Mr. Diora because he's always polite. Huh?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Follow up as I felt the gaze of the officials in the counter was subtly tightened, which could be directed at Mr. Diola.

It's caused by Hulka's light mouth.

"No, I don't think so. It's your job."

... hey.

Waving a little lighter Diola and her boss (hypothetically) glancing off of her a little bit like that.

Now that you've lost the rigour of your gaze, can you not be angry with me?

I'm sorry if I pissed you off.

In the meantime, let's have some free time before Hulka says something extra.

Though not busy hours, it would be bad to be chatting too much at work.

"Then it's time to go home. See you tomorrow, thanks."

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you"

Mr. Diola sent us out in a meeting, and we left the Adventurer Guild behind.