Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

As a result of the discussion, we decided to return once.

There are three reasons.

Without a milker, massive milking means tightness, that a suitable container should be made for adding milk, and that "I want ice cream".

The biggest factor, of course, was the milker, but the opinion that I wanted ice cream made from this milk also accounted for a pretty big weight. Instead, I raised my voice.

That's why he magically moved up to the transfer point on the 11th floor, went up the stairs, made a crisp jump to the dungeon entrance in the 10th floor magic formation, and returned straight to his home.

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When we got home, Mary and Meetier were two people, waving a shovel in the garden.

The three-forked bamboo made by Toya, so he digs up the roots of the vegetable flowers buried in the soil, and collects them in the corners.

When I squeezed the oil, I pruned it beautifully with regard to the ground area, and turned the unwanted part into compost with a compost, but the root part was left intact.

Since the next seed cannot be sown as it is, it is probably undergoing processing.

"It's hot, but it's fine."

"Is that it? Welcome home. Gentlemen."

"Welcome home!!

As Natsuki approached him and spoke, Mary and the others returned earlier than planned, giving us a slightly surprised look, but immediately greeted him with a smile.

"I'm home. Good luck to Mary and the others"

"I don't have this much of a problem! Mee's gonna be okay!

As the saying goes, Meetia waves very cheerfully, a crunch.

She looks like a toddler, but her strength could be a lousy adult face loss.

'Cause we have to sow the next seed, too.'

"There's no need to rush that far... but try your best not to push it, okay?

"Yes!"

Are you happy to have a decent job, Mary smiles and nods.

Even though I'm a child, I don't think so, but this is the common sense reaction in this world, not eating the unworkable.

Conversely, I don't know what time they won't eat me if I'm not working, and it's normal that I can't complain.

I mean, it's safer to work.

There is no room for the common people in this world to say that the mesh eaten without work is delicious, etc.

Even if that's my own child, I'm normally thrown out.

As for us, I appreciate more vegetable seed oil available for tempura, and Mary and the tempura were happy, so maybe that's motivating again.

"In the meantime, today, I have a souvenir, so let's go inside, shall we?

"A souvenir! Is it food?

"Yep. I've picked fruit."

"" Crap!

In Natsuki's words, the voices of the two who sparkled their eyes are hammered.

Even ordinary fruits are hard for ordinary people to handle, even if they are not as high ridge flowers as dindles.

I guess fruit is quite a treat, especially for the two of them who apparently lived somewhat poorer.

"So let's go inside and eat."

"Yes!"

Mary and the others run out with a patter and clean up the bamboo.

The Hulkas' purify 'those two and go inside the house.

Indoors treated with lacquered walls are outdoors cool, but still just summer temperatures. 'Cool Cools' as he walks and chills through the house.

"Wow, it's cool! Thanks, Nao brother!

"We're a little hot, too."

Even though I said it wasn't a problem, I guess it was just the field work in the summer sun that was hot. Meatier narrowed her eyes looking comfortable in the cool breeze.

The climate in this area is less humid than in Japan, and the summer is somewhat easier to spend, but it's still a little hot from those of us who are used to air conditioning.

But from the Marys who lived in the barnyard house, it seems cool enough in this house.

Plus, while we're at home, the three of us, me and Yuki, and Hulka, are appropriately rambling 'Cooling' and walking, so the indoor temperatures aren't much higher.

So we both said, "It's so comfortable this summer!" and he keeps his mouth shut.

Well, we're adjusting to make it easier for us to spend, and I guess it's pretty extravagant from the two of us who lived as nature.

"I have some souvenirs, shall I peel the pears today"

When we moved to the living room, sitting where we suitably liked, Natsuki removed about seven pears from the magic bag.

Split it up and peel its skin, and Hulka will put it together and cool it down.

If it's a pear like the one sold in a Japanese supermarket, each one is a bit much, but this time the pear is slightly smaller. It's just the right size for an intermittent meal.

"Shh shh shh shh shh, shh shh shh shh, it's sweet!

"Ha wow, cold and sweet"

We also loosen our cheeks and eat pears at the look of Marys eating slowly to bite.

Yeah. Quite.

If you ask me which one tastes better than the pear I can buy in Japan, I can't deny it's a little inferior, but this one just picked the fruit naturally and I'm not growing it. Comparing would be inappropriate in itself.

What, that? Surely souvenir fruit was a favorite item for Toya?

- Well, he doesn't seem to care about Toya either, is that all right?

"Ha hoo. It was delicious ~.... Oh, speaking of which, I'll be back this time, why was it so early?

Mary, who had spent about twice as much time indulging in pears compared to us, exhales loudly and asks about it as she remembers.

"We got Strike Ox milk, so we're back to get ready to squeeze a lot of it. It was a very delicious milk, would you like two of them to try it?

Seeing the jaws taken down by Hulka, Meatier strapped her neck strangely, and Mary glanced at her slightly disgusted face.

"Milk, is it?

"Yeah, it was pretty good, wasn't it? Want a drink?"

"I want a drink!

"What about Mary?

As Hulka asks, Mary shakes her head like a little troubled, pouring milk on Meatier, who responded happily.

"I don't really... I'm a little bad at milk..."

Meatier, who received a cup of milk from Hulka against Mary clouding the words, tilted the cup without being cowardly, even with a slightly strange look on the white liquid.

"... it's so delicious!

Meatier smiles as soon as she takes a sip and drinks more cockroaches and milk.

Mary gives a surprised look at how Meatier looks like that.

"Meetia, are you okay? I used to hate you so much..."

"? I don't know, but this is so delicious! Yes, your sister too!

Couldn't you ignore the cup your sister gave you with a smile, Mary including the milk she received in her dreaded mouth?

At the same time, he said, "That?" But as I said, I twisted my neck wonderfully, one or two more bites.

"Wow... wow..."

I peered into the cup as if I had seen something incredible and pulled Meetia a little dissatisfied with Mary's sleeve as she tried to carry the cup into her mouth again.

"Sister, my milk!

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry? Yes."

"- Nku. Oh, it's gone..."

He was a meetier who leaned happily over the cup returned from Mary, but there seemed to be little left already, and the cup would empty in a bite or so.

Meatier looked sadly in the cup and turned her gaze toward Hulka.

"Sister Halka, may I have a replacement?

"Er, yeah. Just one more drink, huh?

I make ice cream out of the rest of the milk, and I can't afford much, but did I lose the look on Meatier's face, Hulka pours a replacement for Meatier's cup?

"Thank you!

Meatier thanked her with a full smile and when she drank about half, she said, "You can drink your sister too!" and offered a glass.

Is it usual to divide them in sisters that way, Mary also thanks and receives them, trying to taste better and drink milk than earlier.

"This milk, it's nothing like any milk I've had before"

"Did you drink before? What milk did you drink?

"What I drank was a goat. When growing meatier......"

Ask her if Mary's mother, after giving birth to Meatier, had poor postpartum fatigue and seemed to have died soon after, and Meatier managed to be raised in the milk of a constructed goat.

Should I say that Mary drank the spill at that time or the excess?

But the taste was never good, and she also struggled to make Meatier drink it.

I've had that experience, and Mary hasn't seemed to have very good thoughts about milk before.

So I guess the taste of Strike Ox milk was shocking.

"Pretty tasty, this milk"

"We were drinking regular milk, and we were pretty surprised."

Conversely, Meatier was drinking goat's milk before she was willing to.

I didn't remember drinking the milk itself, so it seemed I could drink the milk without resistance.

"A goat. Are you crazy?

"I have never drunk, but I have heard that the flavour changes a lot in a nurturing environment."

"Really? We could have bought it because it was cheap, right?

"Perhaps. I don't know much about goats..."

"I don't know much about milk, but shabble cheese - goat cheese is a pretty good price, right? I have a crush, though."

"I've never eaten. Delicious, Natsuki?

"Uh-huh... I just... Anyone who likes it seems to like it."

Natsuki smiles vaguely with a troubled look.

Well, cheese is such a thing.

The cheese I usually eat, too, was about a process cheese that was made for 10,000 people.

"Speaking of prices, this milk is pretty expensive, isn't it? Toya, how much is it?

"About two to four large silver coins at the market price of a glass."

"- Ngu! Very. Gee ho, gee ho. Ho, is that true!? Not so much!

For the price, about a little expensive nutritional drink.

A level of considerable hesitation, considering it's not a price you can't buy, but you pay for just a drink.

It tastes good enough for the price, so once tasted, the hurdle to purchase will go down somewhat, but in either case it will be a tough price for the common people.

"But if you're going to do that, I also know you're back. If you're an adventurer, you can't miss the treasure!

"Uh, yeah. Right?

I give a slightly vague reply to Mary, who grips her hands in front of her chest and makes her eyes shine.

I'm sure you won't miss it, but from our point of view, 'you can pick good food' is a higher priority than 'selling high'.

If the ingredients obtained from Strike Ox were only expensive and inedible, it is likely that they were treated appropriately and didn't bother to come back.

"Ma, that's why I just went home to get ready, so I'll be out again in a couple of days if things go well"

"I think we can collect a lot more milk next time, so souvenirs, hopefully?

"" Yes!

While we were comfortable with the two of us replying, we each started working to achieve 'lots of milk'.