Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

The day after we returned safely to Raffan, as an example, we were all visiting the Adventurer's Guild in anticipation of Mr. Diora's free time.

It is a visit after enjoying a long time's sleep in bed, a late breakfast and dessert, and an after-dinner tea time.

And if you go into the guild, you can tell, Mr. Diola looks free at the counter.

But when Mr. Diola saw our faces like that, she got up on the counter with a bang and got herself out of there a lot.

"Welcome home, everyone! Alcohol, it feels good. This can be expected to make a lot of money, yeah! Making a new brewery already feels like a decision. We're looking at the land now."

When he saw our faces, Mr. Diora curled up like he was excited.

To that momentum, Hulka rushes up his hands and stops Mr. Diola.

"Hey, wait a minute, Mr. Diola. We just got back yesterday. 'Cause I'm gonna take my time."

"Oh, right. Sorry, I panicked too much."

"Kohon," Mr. Diola coughed gently, laughing nicely and continuing his words by showing him the small room in the back with one hand.

"For more information, let's do it over there"

"... good? Counter work is. Besides, alcohol has nothing to do with the Alliance."

An Alliance official sitting next to Mr. Diola with a slightly dazed look on his face.

Ms. Diola blocks the words of Hulka, who cares about that gaze, somewhat forcefully.

"No, no! Mr. Halka and the others went to the dungeon and came back, didn't they? Naturally, there are a lot of things to sell, right? It is natural business to consult on that. Yep!"

"I care subtly..."

To the way I took the slightly impossible story, it was a cloudy hulka, but I breathed "Phew" when I saw another official snort with a bitter smile.

"I get it. I'm pretty sure there's a lot I'd like to talk to you about, and let's go."

"Yes. Ask me anything! This is still me, Deputy Branch Manager! I don't know if I can answer that!

"Isn't that a powerful thing to say...?

To the words of Mr. Diola, who was very honest, we laughed bitterly, moving to the private room and lowering our hips in alignment with the couch there.

"Uh, can I start with a report from me?

"Yeah, let's hear it. You mean alcohol, right?

"Yes, that's it. Uh, first of all, I'm an alcoholic, but it's going well. Some things have failed, but some have succeeded."

"You've done it already?

"Yes, Tommy was vigorously involved. When it comes to things that taste good, as instructed, they are preserved."

This time, as we went out, I set up a storage bin at that brewery.

On top of that, Jays are instructed, 'If you can make a good drink, take the rice cake and keep it there.'

This, of course, to take the yeast out of its jaws.

Since the taste of the liquor seems to vary from yeast to yeast, it is told to repeat the serving only for the rice I have given it, in order to increase the variation in the taste.

"Tommy sent his aunt a bottle of something that gave her a heartbeat that she had no problem with, and she drank it, and Viscount Naenas said, 'We will work hard to grow rice in this land. We have received a response that we will try to import at least."

"Already? You mean fast moving... just fine"

"... Speaking of which, you moved fast when you were at Yale's Brewery. Viscount Nenas is actually a liquor lover?

Even at the time of the incident, we were investigating and reporting water resources and immediately hitting our hands in those few days before we left the pinning.

It may be because Yale is an important product, but it is something that surprised me a little faster than I expected.

"Either way, your aunt prefers alcohol. Of course, I know the Viscount himself likes it, but rather, I think he sees it as property of the territory, alcohol."

"You look right as an exchanger, don't you, that? As for us, I'd love to have rice more readily available..."

"Yeah, that's okay. Whatever it is, we can get enough rice for the Hulkas."

"Really? I appreciate that. We're also prototyping seasonings."

Mr. Diola's one-eyebrow flickers at the words Natsuki has spoken.

He seemed to like the food he ate when he came to us a lot, and as Mr. Diola, I can't miss hearing about it, something like that.

"Seasoning? That's what I'm interested in...... let me eat again next time, right?

"Yeah, even when you came to us."

"Thank you, I'm looking forward to it. - By the way, was that alcoholic name," Nihonsch ”? Does that name have any origin?

It seems that the name that came out among us, and in conversation with Tommy, was already in Mr. Diola's ear.

I'm also discussing this with Tommy when the liquor making story grows up, and I don't give him another name in particular, and I've decided to keep going.

"No, especially. It's a name we've all decided to discuss."

"Really...? Well, it's a new alcohol, and it's not a name to wear with any other alcohol, so I don't mind.... you can put some proper origin on it, right? The elves' secrets, the secret drinks that were made in this hiding place. as a selling complaint."

Mr. Diola laughs nicely at me for saying that, but isn't that an exaggerated ad close to a scam?

Besides, the hiding place still doesn't usually find out about the elves' secrets.

There are also elves in this country.

"I'll leave that area to Mr. Diola. Please, to the extent that it won't be a problem. to the extent not problematic."

I'll say it twice because it's important, Harka.

"I understand. I'll think of something awesome."

But it's subtle if you got through to Mr. Diola.

Is that a good idea?

- I guess it's good, because Mr. Diola says so.

And because there is a back shield for the nobility.

There is no such thing as a mechanism for judging proper advertising in this world.

You could have named the liquor, you could have liked it, but there's a natural reason why we left the “Nihonsch” name.

That's a classmate measure, following our party name as "clear water stop”.

No, more of a 'message' than a 'countermeasure'.

We're making a lot of money right now, and we've gained track record and strength as adventurers.

Moreover, he was able to connect quite well with the nobles and the powerful around here.

Even if my hard-won classmates now rely on me, I wouldn't say 10 large silver coins, but if I gave them about 10 gold coins, it wouldn't hurt as bad, and if I were to work seriously, I could do anything to the extent of hiring them in a brewery to lead a normal life.

Besides, if you're a classmate, you can do reading and writing calculations without any problems, so hiring them doesn't hurt.

And then, well, there's the thought that a really shitty mine would have already blown itself up.

At the moment, you can expect to be a pretty decent classmate, especially if you're surviving without causing problems...... right?

Or are you in a state where you can't even cause problems for any reason?

Some of my skills just could be in that situation......

Well, all we can do is help as much as we can if I (...) (...) Yu (...) is (...) ah (...) (...) when asked for help.

Whether you try to help until you take a risk… depends on who you are and how dangerous you are.

I already have someone here who wants to help me to the point where I put my life on the line, but there is nothing else I can do if I risk some injury.

"Well, that's all the reports from me. How did it go with the Hulkas? I hear it's a little difficult."

"It feels like I managed to get out of there. I have a lot of errands to run... I think this is the first thing I need to do."

Me and Toya left the leather bag on the table, prompted by Hulka.