While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

After negotiating with the realtor, Harkara bought land on the outskirts of town and created a factory there.

When it comes to factories, it's not like there's a bunch of giant plumbing running around like the one in Japan, or the latest robot moving the line, which is basically no different than a normal store. Labelling of the bins is also done manually, like a slightly enlarged version of domestic industry.

It should be noted that in building the factory, the building itself was almost perfected in just five days, thanks to Lycra's solidarity with the dragons she knew.

Halkara said, "The cost has floated dramatically, so I will buy expensive alcohol," but you don't have to worry about that. However, if the profits go up, please treat me to something else.

It's just that the hacko thing is done, and the factory doesn't stand up. The system that brings the necessary ingredients is ready for the equipment, and for a while Halkara has been very busy working in Ichi in the morning until late at night, getting wasted.

It should be noted that Lycra was turning into a dragon for sending me back and forth, etc. It is quite dangerous to walk a few kilometres, especially on the night lane, in the selfish body of Halkara.

"Um, aren't you overworked? Don't die of overwork or anything..."

"No, because even if you're tired, you can fight for a while if you drink a bottle of 'nutritional booze'. However, there has been a bit of an increase in the daily consumption of 'nutritious liquor' lately..."

"That's obviously a bad one! I'll definitely be back next time at 8: 00 pm!

"Eh... Then the work was delayed..."

"Then hire people and do something about it! If you can't do it and hold it all by yourself, you're really gonna fall for it! I wish I could just fall, but if I die with that, I'm done!

"Master, you won't give in here..."

Halkara was also on the lookout because I was speaking in a pretty good mood.

"Okay? Because you could be president of the factory, but you're my apprentice in this house. Your supervision is only mine to do. I won't admit excessive labor, so I intend to."

As such, I thought that the black working conditions would improve so forcefully that the factory would run without any problems after that.

"Employees don't get together at all..."

Halkara looked like an overnight in the morning.

"Why? Are you so paying ass?

"That's not true! Rather, it presents something clearly higher even from the town's general salary. That doesn't mean you're only willing to hire someone with expertise. The basics are flow work, so if you learn properly, anyone can do it."

Then I wonder why else.

Are you distant because your profession is special? Someone around here is conservative.

"I'm leaving. They said it was a famous place..."

"Out? Spring water?

"No, I'm in trouble if you don't answer that, too. It's a ghost."

Halkara deliberately said in a scary voice.

"Ghosts. Hey. Are you sure about that?

"Clearly, I'm half-hearted"

"I thought it was true, too. But I saw it yesterday, too. When I was working at night, there was a short bob kid about fifteen years old..."

Harkara said...

Hundreds of years ago, the land seemed to be inhabited by fallen merchants. Apparently, the merchant sold his fifteen-year-old daughter to a whorehouse to try to get money. Until just before, my daughter had been heard and floated to marry to a wealthy nobleman, but it turned out she would be sold to a whorehouse on the same day. She said she was pessimistic and hung herself to death.

The result seems to be that even if you build a building there, your daughter's spirit will come out and get in the way.

There are a lot of "seemingly" things to do, but this kind of story is something that doesn't come in clear information, so I can't help it there.

And at least it's a famous story in the town of Nascoote, and they all hate it when it comes to just working there.

"Weirdly the land, you thought it was weird because it was cheap..."

"Did they grab a kind of accident property..."

"I mean, if that ghost is gone, everything will be solved!

"That's what happens in theory, right?"

"So, Master, could you help me?

"Huh?"

I said in such a disgusting voice.

"I'm not good at that...... Here's the one that's going to be cursed..."

"I'm a witch, okay! Besides, if you're as strong as your master, even ghosts will run away! Despirit me!

It's easy for me to say......

There's nothing in my magic about de-spirits. Isn't that what priests do?

Let's ask someone who seems familiar with this kind of thing.

So I asked Sharsha what a ghost was.

"Ghosts, in jargon, are called free spiritual souls. You can call it the generic name of the soul that has gone out of the flesh, etc."

"I'm too professional to understand, so chew me out a little bit more"

"There are two types of this free spirit soul. One is staying almost incapable of moving from where I died."

This is some kind of earth-bound spirit.

"And the other is something where movement is relatively free and you fly around the place of your own free will. This case will only be witnessed in dead places, so it seems to hit the former."

"I mean, you mean the earth-bound spirit. Do you have any countermeasures?

"It is not impossible to forcibly eliminate them with items of priesthood, but unless they have a clear hostility towards man, the priesthood is determined not to do these things. Because this is a blasphemy against spiritual souls."

So we have to do something about it?

I went back to Halkara and told him:

"Okay. Let's go check it out at night."

"Thank you, Master!

"However... only if a helper comes"

"A helper?"

"Call Belzebub."

From the advanced demons, I would never be afraid of ghosts.