Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

May 5, 7445

He finished his routine run, had breakfast, and then went all the way across Mount Outer Ring alone, where he spent his time training in witchcraft. The magic of "Transmute Rock to Mad" still takes quite a while. Still, it has shrunk to about one hundred and forty, so I would say that the results of the training have been quite remarkable.

After eating a sandwich lunch box along the way and even typing into training until near evening, I traveled the way I came to Tobotovo and the city of Balduk on my own. I'm riding a horse, so the expression Tobotobo was brewed by my brilliant military horse who read the atmosphere. Honestly, I don't feel very good, and I can't help feeling somewhat depressed.

Back at the Boyle Pavilion I head to "Dollar Leon" when I get dressed in fine clothes. Speaking of quasi aristocrats, I thought Andersen's sister was the daughter of the Viscounts, would be an invitation to a formal thank-you venue, and would need a proper outfit. I finished dressing in the clothes I made on my head last year so that I could stand as a witness on Judgment Day, and when I left the room and headed to the stairs, Mizuchi and Guine were just in the lobby.

"Oh, now? Go away."

"Oh, be careful, Mr. Al"

"Mmm, come on... you guys are gonna be a pain in the ass, but do it right..."

These guys look like they have fun every day...... Anyway, I guess I'm still being called "incompetent leader who can't keep his members from behaving" today... I don't have a choice.

Andersen was already waiting when he arrived at "Dollar Leon" a little before time. When I went to the private room where Boy showed me, Andersen, still dressed quite well, greeted me. Of course, it's not the kind of dress to wear at night clubs. Neither do I, but I guess she doesn't have such wasted clothes or anything because she must be the one who left the house too.

Carefully tied up long pink hair, shirt with collar, superior jacket, skinny trousers not dubbed, leather shoes (it was not our product using rubber. traditional leather shoes, not as high as boots, about the height of a basket shoe).

I'm something like that. Only shoes are leather shoes with rubber soles. You welcomed me. I guess I had a few doubts on my face as I responded to her shaking hands, she explained.

"Oh, I'm calling Vilheimer's, too. He's the one who talked to you."

Is that what happened when there were three lunch mats available at the table? That old man, he said he didn't do anything but talk to me, but can you luxury him with "Dollar Leon"... I wasn't the one giving the money, and I was supposed to get information about Sunshine (Sun Ray) when I promised it in the first place. It's strange to say that you're not here.

"Vilheimer says time to come later, like, half an hour. I wanted to talk to you two first. I'm sorry."

What? Ha, that's fine.

"I understand. Anyway, the labyrinth had plenty of time because I was going to start the day after tomorrow. So, what's the story?

I replied to Andersen as he got to his seat. Andersen also sat in the back seat following me as a host.

"Thank you first. Thank you so much for this. Thank you for saving Vix."

I was also told yesterday that I was politely bowed my head again.

"So, I found out again about this one, but you, you're young, but you're a real big deal. I knew you were a powerful magician, but it seems natural for a killer (Slaughters) to grow rapidly."

Yeah, well...

"Actually, I have a niece. He's my brother's daughter, who inherited the house. Sixteen this year? Fifteen. It will be fifteen. Mr. Greed, why don't you just meet me once? I think your strength would make you a wizard in the Viscount Andersen family. If my niece likes me and marries me, I might get about a jazz. You're not married yet anyway, are you? He was originally an associate, and he's just the right person."

I couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. Marriage is a formality anyway, and if there's someone else you want to be, you can also just marry that person... I don't think our magician's treatment is bad. People nowadays won't be that long because they're already nearly sixty old men, and the kid in that person doesn't seem to be very good at magic either. More or less, even that person gets a jazz. I don't think I've seen much face in the Knights' training lately, so I'm just fine."

Hmm.

"If I were to bring back a brilliant magician, I would also be able to talk to about the Associate Baron of the Territory. I know it's hard because it's already a good year, but I don't think I can do it if it's formal. If you're worried, you can make a member of the Slaughters a squire, too. With as much power as you, I think my brother would welcome you with his hands up..."

It's not a bad story if you think in common sense. It's more like an opportunity rolling in. But all I know is that Viscount Andersen territory is one of those clustered in the north and stable there. Not bad, but I don't have that kind of jazz in my eyes right now.

"Pfft. Mr. Andersen. Just kidding...... Please don't give me too much credit. I'm a country monkey."

"Oh, I don't think so."

I was highly regarded at the corner. Should I keep the lip service?

"It's a wonderful story you've got around the corner, but I was wondering if I lacked the strength to serve the original Viscount Andersen family... and there will still be many better people like me"

"... it just sounds disgusting"

Damn. I didn't mean to...

"Think about it, if that's okay."

"Ha..."

Soon Andersen has corrected his residence and inherited the word.

"That's right, that's all I need to hear before Vilheimer gets here. Mr. Greed, are you resenting Sunshine? No, it's nothing. I hate sunlight (Sun Ray) too, so it's fine there. Honestly, you don't like the leader Lindbell, not the sunlight (Sun Ray). I have a grudge of being pulled out of my members..."

"I have no grudges."

"Then why? You're gonna crush it, aren't you?

You wouldn't be surprised if they took it that way, would you? That said, I think it's a little too worn to say I'll crush it.

"No, I'm not even thinking about crushing sunlight (Sun Ray) itself. However, there is only a few possibilities left to develop into some sort of feud as a result, so I made such a request."

This is true. I can't deny the possibility of crushing it or getting close to it, but I'm not even thinking about crushing it. I honestly don't care about Mr. and Mrs. Lindbell's solicitation tease or anything. Do whatever you want with a rat talk.

"Oh, good. No matter what happens between Sunshine (Sun Ray) and you as promised, I will be indifferent. As far as I'm concerned, I couldn't complain if they made bigger demands."

"No, you can be relieved to say that. Thank you."

"Stop, it's up to me to thank you."

"No, let's talk about this again later when Mr. Vilheimer arrives…"

The boy brought the tea. It wasn't my favorite tea-like flavor and scented bean tea, but it was a pretty good scented tea with quite a few leaves.

On the way home from "Dollar Leon," I was satisfied that I was able to speak well there due to my self-assessment. I'm sick of being asked about root digging leaves digging about it because of the low demand for this one, but I guess I would have been worried if I tried Andersen and Vilheimer. They also seemed to wonder if it was an important point they didn't realize because it was too cheap to pay for "Curse (Remove Curse)".

Of course you're right. You can't call it important to them, but I hope they don't pry into the issues between Sunlight (Sun Ray) and inside the Killers (Slaters) and just spreading the rumors this one wants.

Because of this, they told me, "Are you an asshole?" I don't care if I think so or not, but it's nothing. There's not a dime in appreciation from adventurers in the industry, and I'm not the one who thought about crude muscles in the first place. Including changes to actors with safety in mind, we also included amendments on important points. If it goes well, the evaluation can be overridden even though it will be some opponents. No, it's a good place to go back. That doesn't make me a reincarnator.

On his way home, he looked sorry for a bunch of adventurer-style people he didn't know.

Shit. What the hell did they do this time?

May 12, 7445.

Diving into the labyrinth again this week, it's Saturday and it's the weekend. I will refrain from the three holidays starting tomorrow, and it will be about time they all relax. He's gaining combat experience against Auga in good order. Even though I'm fairly used to it, it's unacceptable to be distracted for a moment only by someone who could be fatally injured by a blow from a stick. Tightening everyone's attention with a harsh voice, Guiberti stepped into the seven layers with a handmade lunch box.

Until noon, he added the auga to eight, killed more than thirty goblins, and had lunch. It was after seventeen o'clock that I walked similarly in search of an orga in the afternoon and grabbed the crystal bars of the transfer to the eight layers. By the time he returned to the ground and disposed of the demonic stones he had earned, he had given me a long day.

Upon returning to the inn, they had been contacted that the demonic props of the previously acquired humidifier (Humidifier) had been sold. The sales value seems to have slightly exceeded 120 million Z. About 80 million will remain with me even if I pay bonuses net of commission and taxes.

I'll have to pay you a bonus when the money comes in.

May 13, 7445.

"Enough is enough! Why are you so involved?

"Ugh, ouch, ouch!

Here we go again.

"Yours is loud, you bald bastard!

"I'm not bald ~! Can't you see this beautiful blonde hair properly? Poor eyes. Oh, is that a decoration?

"Come on! It's annoying around! Al, do something for him, too!

Xenom ruptured his eclampsia.

"Oh yeah, I'll do it well without you guys ever getting really tired of it... Come on..."

embarrassed with a frightened and powerless grin.

"Already, please tell him Mr. Al is a bash too! Both of you stop now, it's gonna be a bad meal!

Guine joined Zenom and broke in between Mizuchi and Ralpha.

"Your husband, your men should be decent..."

Zulu, do you even say that...

May 14, 7445.

Mizuchi and Ralpha started a crappy argument when they were eating dinner again. I'm just telling Bastral and Giberti how to make sausages. Don't interrupt me...

Belle and Engela are also looking at me with no heart or cold eyes.

"Huh. Really, that's enough. Come on! Uh-oh! Ralpha, Temehe and Kubi!

"Ah! It's just a bunch of mistletoes again. sloppy!"

"Huh!? You're the reason for this, right?

"Hmm, to a pompous habit......, you mean I'm Al's woman? Oh, I'm so jealous of you!

"Huh!? My wife! What, are you in love with Al? That's pathetic not to be treated properly!?

"What? What are you talking about? You rot! I'm not a bad taster like you!

"Hmm! Aren't you getting cravings in the man sun? You should not bow your head to the surge if you can 'sausage'!

Oh, already......

"Always do! You scumbags! Shut the fuck up!

"" You're the loudest!

Give me a break already.

Look... Vilheimer's old man across the street is pointing at us and he's laughing at us. Shit.

May 15, 7445.

In the evening, Giberti and I are buying out the labyrinth from tomorrow.

"Come on, keep your voice together. You're the best! They say things like," I'm crying. "

"Seriously, Dase, gahaha"

Shit, I didn't expect to be ridiculed by such a bottom cuss......

"Master, suppress me"

Oh, I know, Giberti, you don't have to look so worried.

I'm always cool.

May 19, 7445.

"Let's go......" Mehrubis "!

Transferred to seven layers. Immediately after the transfer, everyone enters full perimeter alert without scattering in a predetermined direction. There doesn't seem to be any monsters on the side.

"All right...... Guinee, where are you?

After checking the perimeter safety, I asked Guine.

"Yes... right here"

Guine points to a point on the map that Bell has widened.

"Here... Ralpha, what's the direction?

"Mmm, westbound."

Ralpha, who flew properly, answered without precipitation.

"Okay. Then we're going this way. Umbrella number (wedge two), five meters apart."

Five meters away from both sides of Mizuchi, Zenom and Tris solidify, and Ralpha and Zulu solidify the other five meters. Its sides continue at the same intervals with Engela and Guineh, Bell and Bastral.

I'm about five meters behind Mizuchi.

Well, do you want to make a buck?

May 22, 7445.

"I dropped one bean, Dassa. Pup, Dassa."

"What? Are you fighting and selling again?

He has Ralpha down with a wussy look on his face like Mizuchi wants to punch him.

"No?" Chopsticks. "I was just sympathetic because I thought you had a poor daughter who couldn't use it satisfactorily, right?

"Huh? You just made a fool of yourself by saying Dassa or something, didn't you?

Hey, now you're chopsticks...

"Hey, you guys, eat quietly at dinner!

"" You're the loudest! All you can do is yell more or less!?

Ku, shit. I do admit there is no art...

"Mizuchi and Lar said calm down. We're both a little too upset. Why don't you go to Wangdu later? Play as much as you want and you'll be sober."

"Ah, is it Wang Du! Mr. Tris, can I join you?

"Oh, Guine, of course. How about Mr. Xenom?

"Oh, sometimes it might be good...... I just want to buy smoked..."

"Dear Karostaran, may I join you?

"Oh, Zulu, naturally. How about Marceau and Giberti?

"" Is that okay?

"Fine. I'll also pay for the carriage and lunch. Have fun today!

"Oh, um... I want to buy meat too..."

"Oh, surge. There are also good butchers in Wangdu. Come with me!

"Well, Tris, you're fat today"

"Ha, come on, Belle. This is still a nobleman's end. I need to think about everyone."

"Oh, yeah, Surge, if you're going to King's Capital, I'll introduce you to one place, not just the butcher. I've never been to a dark elf shop either..."

... this alienation. I can't help it, but I can handle this. I can...

I hate myself a month ago.