Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

In the end, the additional seafood was skewered by Flying Gar.

Whether or not the flying gar flew from the river is “seafood” is debatable, but it tastes like sea fish and tastes delicious, so there is no problem.

After eating one such dish and taking a breather, when Mr. Marks drank up a glass of alcohol, he got a serious look and opened his mouth.

"Well, I'm just finishing up my delicious food, shall we have a little serious talk"

"About this ocean, right?

"Oh. I'm a clumsy branch manager, too. There's no way I'm not going to report it up there any more than I did."

"To the country, right?

"Right. I'm sending a report to the Alliance headquarters in this country, but it's going to be reported against the country from there."

Normally, information about a dungeon is reported to its owner - in most cases to the lord, in which the lord reports important information to the country, but this dungeon is not the lord's possession.

For this reason, this time, they will send a report to the headquarters in the form of important information obtained by the local guilds, and information will be raised with the country at the discretion of the headquarters.

"There's not a zero chance that HQ won't give up the information either... but they'll probably report it"

"Don't you have to report it to Viscount Nenas?

Asked by Hulka, Mr. Marks roars troubled.

"That's a hard place. I'm not obliged to report it to HQ, so I guess it feels like I'll take it into account. Conversely, there are ways to raise information via the Viscount, not via the Alliance."

"Better tell him... right? I knew it."

"I guess so. For once, it's our back shield, and emotionally."

If the information on the dungeons in your territory comes from somewhere else, you won't feel well.

Ignoring it because you have no obligation would be different as a people-to-people relationship.

"If so, let's look at the times from the guild and tell them"

"It helps. - What do you think will happen when this information is passed on to the country? I knew it was a hassle?

"In some cases. This country is a pretty good one, but still indispensable to the aristocracy that loves rights. Institutionally, there won't be anything you can't force to take away, but they'll come out trying to“ negotiate ”a pain in the ass."

"" Negotiate, "is it..."

It's not a decent discussion, I guess.

At that time, I'm probably the one standing on the arrow.

I don't want to negotiate with noble opponents, even if I can get the support of Natsuki or Hulka, if I can.

I was even nervous about telling Viscount Nenas about his work, but I can't see him succeeding in negotiating matters involving rights with noble opponents.

“Talk (negotiate)" about a broken door opponent in that neighborhood, if you push out Toya, there will be a piece appropriately attached, but you can't possibly do it to a noble opponent.

He sighed deeply at me for thinking that, and Mr. Marks laughs pointlessly niggly.

"Nao, let me tell you something good. It's the first time you've been able to negotiate with someone, right?

"It means…"

Hide yourself so you can't negotiate, huh?

If you do not meet the other person, and if you are unable to contact them, you will not even need to negotiate.

"But how dangerous is it to take possession of it on your own because you can't negotiate with the owner?

"That won't be a problem either. It is national law that guarantees the rights of nobility. If you scorn that, your own position will also be jeopardized. I wouldn't risk that more than a wooden nobleman likely to get involved in this extent - Diola said."

It was sales information.

Well, Mr. Marks, a civilian, and Mr. Diola, a crooked nobleman.

As a source of information, it's overwhelmingly Mr. Diola, and there's no problem.

"In the first place, there are not as many profits to be made in this sea. You're going to need to invest, you're going to need to do a cross piece of paper, and it's not going to be enough to cross a dangerous bridge. Except for the national interest."

In terms of national interest, the fact that 'there is an ocean' makes sense, but then, in order to benefit, there is also a corresponding risk.

I'll get my hands on it if I think it's 'easy to take away' because the owner is a civilian, but I'll get my hands on it if I don't think it's worth the cost.

Appears to be about that extent.

However, it seems important to be aware that if you badly interact (...) negotiate (...), and if you mistakenly crush the other person's face, you can also interact (...) negotiate (...) with outrageous interests.

Yeah, it's very annoying.

From that, it seems that it is best for them and us not to meet each other directly and to cool off most of them for a while.

"For once, there's also a back shield for Viscount Nenas. You can't do anything too fancy, and if you move appropriately, you'll have a pretty low chance of being captured"

If they find us, they can't detain us, not even criminals, and in this world, where we have little means of immediate contact with the distant, even a little contact can take months.

A restless fugitive life, it doesn't seem like something like that.

"I don't know what's best for me. As it turns out, it would have been better to stay in Lafan like this, for God's sake. Around there, we just have to get ourselves judged."

That's... I guess so.

We can ask for advice, but we're the ones who make the decisions, and we're the ones who take responsibility for the consequences.

Even if we have a back shield, there are no guardians.

"It's a hard place... to go away for a little while, is there?"

The Hulkas snort at me for leaking sightseeing.

The other day's request for an escort gave us a little confidence, and leaving this town for a while doesn't seem like a bad choice.

The quality of life will be somewhat degraded, but we have both magic and magic bags. It won't get that bad.

I'm not saying there's no aspect of you running away from a troublesome negotiation, but it's probably a better outcome than not having me negotiate poorly.

Besides, it's a little unbearable to just be stuck in a different world, a single region.

With that in mind, this could have been an outing, a good opportunity.

Seeing that we were quite comfortable, Mr. Marks relaxed his expression and sat back for good reason and abruptly changed his mind.

"By the way, when I get home, I'm gonna wrap this up in a report, and this is a lot of trouble, right? You could end up writing it up in overtime for days."

"-? Yes"

"But...... if my wife is in a good mood, she might feel like getting the job done early and going home"

"Hmm?"

"On the contrary, if you're in a bad mood, you're going to work late and you might get your job done"

"... I see"

Understood.

"It's a different story, Mr. Marks. This dungeon also picks fruit. We can't eat it alone, and because of that, do you want to take it home? Feed your wife."

"Eh, as much as Me - Mogomogo"

Mary promptly presses Meetia's mouth when she says something.

"Oh, is that good?

"Yes, Mr. Marks, and hence your wife, who sent me out pleasantly, takes care of me, so it's hemmed."

When I say that and laugh at Nicole, Mr. Marks laughs at me again.

"Thank you. It's a fool, I'm going to vacate the house for a long time. Helpful. - By the way, this is going to change my story again, but it's going to be about six months before the report I wrote up reaches headquarters."

Finishing the white conversation with a smile, me and Mr. Marks hold hands together.

Yeah, nothing's wrong.

We simply hemmed people we know of rare fruits that are hard to come by around here.