Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

1 Sep 7446

By the time I got back to the ground, the date was on the verge of changing. They both breathed underwater. They were hectic in their mastery of "Water Breezing" (hectic condition was higher on me) and overflowed with so much fatigue that they wanted to fall into bed as soon as possible.

But at the same time I felt a strong hunger, so I decided not to dare eat anything before going to bed. Even so, few stores are open at this time. Nothing at all, but it's just a tavern, and if you show your face with a chicken and meet someone from the slayer (Slaters) by chance, you won't let me go for a while.

I had no choice but to go back to the inn where I kept the carriage, and Mizuchi and I were framed for putting our hands on a little unsavory emergency preserved food. Of course, I could have told the receptionist (receptionist) to get Nathan's smoked souvenir out of the fridge, but I noticed that on the boulder.

Dip the dried meat in hot water and fumble, and at the same time slowly simmer with the water while soaking and fumbling objects like biscuits like hard-baked cookies. I was equipping everyone that it would be better than not, but it's more than not really, and I can't say it's good for flattery or easy to eat. I ate and consumed it before it got worse once in February because I didn't want to eat it, but I exclusively fed it to the combat slaves. but naturally my reputation is not very good.

I can't help it, so I'm selling it to a slum district restaurant on the back street for a price like no charge because it's better than throwing it away. The store boils dried meat and biscuits in water, adds oatmeal crust (oatmeal), and serves low-income people inexpensively as high-end porridge (Premier Polidge).

"Kao Lee Mate was really delicious......"

'Hey, it's too early to eat...'

"I'm a hard noodle guy, you know that.

"It's not ramen."

'Cause I'm hungry.

'Oh, already, I'll eat too!

……

……

"Steady..."

"is that my teeth are going to do something about it"

"Oh, you have to dip more or something."

"It's too soon."

"Right."

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'... Ah, it's time for the meat...'

"Oh, can we go!

'Yeah, it's delicious. It's a good soup. "

"Oh, don't bite it off to this extent."

"It's a little stiff, but it's like this."

'After all, it's meat, meat. Meat or fish. Animal protein is important.'

"I think you're eating."

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"I ate..."

"You ate quite a bit..."

We ended up eating more than a full day's worth of preserved food in this one meal. Well, the preserved food is only for emergency use, and the amount of one preserved meal is really only minimal, so whatever the calorie intake (that's no big deal either. It's not a high nutritional diet. It is simply a substitute for having a good stomach for the volume or just saying that you get a lot of fullness because you eat it hard and slowly), and the amount itself would be about 1.5 meals of the regular diet in four meals.

Oh, I remember eating something like this.

What a sausage can on dry bread, golden flat sugar and orange spreads. This is one of the Battle Food Type I menus that you eat when practicing on your own. The basic dried bread and golden flat sugar have not changed since the Meiji period. This is the menu with the correct number. A full course of French cuisine is delicious compared to a biscuit that doesn't taste good for the habit of missing this tooth. Orange spreads and sausage cans added especially since I became a militia were excellent, and dry bread and golden flat sugar are not bad for eating outdoors.

The old stock crew had a better taste on the easy to eat bread even on the move and during a short break than the can mesh, so that some people didn't get bored and preferred it. Dry bread would be with bread except for flour, which is the main ingredient, and then salt and sugar, and sesame, and golden flat sugar could be substituted with ice sugar.

Besides... Mm. A sausage can?

That's a boiled sausage, but when I opened the can and warmed it up, it was pretty tasty. I don't have a can but I already have a sausage. Only orange spreads don't know how to make water candy better than no rice, and substituting it with maltose won't taste like that. It's a shame from the bottom of your heart, but why not? Jam is enough.

Mm-hmm. The menu (part of) of my army's mesh in the future was decided because I remembered the dry bread unexpectedly. Dry bread should be a classic, right? Let Giberti make it later.

"Huh... I ate a cup and I was getting sleepy"

'Mmm...... oh'

I did get sleepy when I ate it.

'It's good to go to sleep, but at the end of the day it's a bit of a review... OK. Underwater Breathing (Water Breezing), Shall We Go'

When I put the washing sauce on the table and strained the water, I let it slide in front of Mizuchi.

'Uh, um... well... I don't have a choice. Bye...... Hmm!

Identify Mizuchi, who has begun to practice magic for the magic of underwater breathing (water breezing). Her MP is twenty-four. It takes about half an hour to work out the magic, so it's tough three times, but I can go twice. Am I getting used to iron skin defense too?

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... done. My body was soaked in blue magic light. Success. Well, it's obvious because we've already succeeded a few times.

"Vooheh! Goho! Geho! Ha! Ha! Ha ha."

Is Mizuchi a failure? The MP was down twelve times, but it's back six times and eighteen. I can still go.

"Come on, one more time."

'... Huh?... Yeah, okay... Hmm!

Well, I'll do it again too...

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"Gohh! Geho! Ha! Ha ha."

Mizuchi fails again? But I seem to be getting quite used to it. The MP was down twelve times, but it's back six times and twelve. I can still go. By the way, there's a place in the center of my body that hasn't gone sleepy against my will. Eighteen-year-old healthy flesh. He's a tired demon. This is what it means to let Mizuchi use MP by purposefully saying something in particular.

"Come on, one more time."

'Huh? It's time...'

"One more time."

'Yeah...... Hmm!

All right. Now Mizuchi's MP is zero. Whether this sorcery succeeds or fails, it will soon develop symptoms of an outage of magic. I'm just in a state where I can handle it because I'm doing extreme concentration right now.

Well, I'll do it again too...

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I'm pretty used to iron skin defense (iron skin) magic, too, so I can concentrate on it for about twenty-five minutes. Mizuchi put his hands on the washer and did not leave it slightly moving with the surface of the water stared at. Even though we concentrate on sorcery, it's not a lot of mental power, minus the fact that we're quite familiar with sorcery that can last so long.

When we first met on the fourteenth level of the labyrinth, we were only sixteen years old with each other, but since that time we had exercised considerable resistance to the loss of magic. It turns out I was the one on the spot who messed up like an asshole, since I got my memories back.

Let's get ready while we can.

An anti-magic field that is quite magical to the point of criticism...... uses the guy who uses the usual MP about seven hundred times to reduce the MP because it takes time. Mizuchi already has quite a bit of sweat in his concentration. Me, too. You can have a shower later.

The date changed a long time ago when I touched the clock's magic prop. It's about 2: 00 now.

Take off your shirt, take the rubber bag out of your purse, and you're all set. Appraisal says my MP is already off fifty. Just in case, look at the door in the room and make sure it's hung. Lower your pants, and lower your pants.

Bite off the end of the rubber bag and take one out, put it on quickly......

"... gobble..."

Is that it? This guy, a success? Hurry, hurry. I have to use the MP, too. Appraisal appraisal.

"... you... you did it."

Apparently you have succeeded in the magic of underwater breathing (water-breezing). Now you can always use it as long as you have time. But I'm glad you succeeded at the end.

"... what a outfit..."

Because of the successful magic of underwater breathing (water breezing), Mizuchi says in a voice that was shuddered as he pumped water out of his nose, but soon he noticed his anomaly, and when he grinned like a zombie, he nodded his tongue. The long, cracked tongue ahead crawls around my lips nasty.

Heh, what's [condition: good].

What is [good] about this?

I'm [good] too... I can't appraise anymore.

Almost at the same time, my first desire boils down from the depths of my body, and that pierces the core of my head.

Sleepy is sleepy, but more than that, it is dominated by a relaxed desire for the cerebral cord to burn calmly.

Come on.

Kufu.

The woman in front of you (Mizuchi) is also likely to take off her shirt without having to resist her own desires already.

Ugh.

I'll help you.

"Mmm... already... ah..."

Oh, I forgot to take my socks off. Something...

Sept. 2, 7446

I slept until nearly noon.

He returned the carriage before eating the meal and left the inn after receiving the smoke he had kept. When I went back to the Boyle Pavilion, it seemed like I was about to go to a critical lunch, so I asked her to wait a little while and dine with everyone at the corner.

I will go to the labyrinth again the day after tomorrow to give Giberti instructions on the consumables I need, so I slipped out without a cup of tea and mostly tried to show my face to the store where Giberti was having lunch.

Hey, don't do it.

Shit, not being around when I need it for my slavery habits is a derogation. What a paranoid thing to do, and I decided to go buy it myself because I couldn't help but smell like an asshole in that paranoia itself.

It's been a long time since I went shopping for groceries to eat in the labyrinth. Sometimes I eat in the labyrinth for a while after I started showing my face on two floors, so I went to buy my own. I didn't put that much trust in Zulu or Engela at the time. I could hardly keep my money with a slave. That's right. Hey, it's like I deposited cash in Giberti from the beginning... You seem like you can trust him, don't you?

That's when I was walking down the street with lots of grocery stores.

All you have to do is tell Master Gried.

"Yes, would that be an easy thing? I just want to schedule a meeting with the lady. Why do you refuse so much?

"I'm sorry, I don't even know who you are..."

"Let me tell you again and again. We are squires serving the Baron Reface family. You can check your status."

"That's not the problem. The Grid has told us not to do anything like that..."

"That's why I'm asking you to keep your head down. Do something about it!

I heard several men and women arguing from inside when I walked in front of a shop. It was a commonly used shop, but it was crowded, so I tried to get past it and go to another store. The voice of one of them is Giberti. It's like I heard the other guys on one side or the other...

"Hey, you. You did say the word killer (Slaters), didn't you? You're a pretty close associate, aren't you? Are you hitting on an adventure with me at Killer's (Slaters)? Doesn't look like such a body."

"Well, if Lord Gried could also meet our lady..."

"That's right. Nothing. We are not going to avenge Lord Gried. I just want to get to know myself."

"I'm sorry"

Oh, I remember. About two months ago, Zulu and I met them on our way through the labyrinth. Sure, Sir Knockfuri, it was. I also remembered the voice. The three remaining men and women honestly don't remember. I don't even seem to be with the lady, and I don't feel like one woman is enough.

"Hmm, Run, hold him down. Status Open"

"Oh, what!

"Hey, stop it!

"... if you think something's wrong, I knew it was you, Sir Gried's home-owned slave. Slavery, don't answer that. It's what the lady wants."

"Are you a slave? You, my lady, are you an associate? Do you want to go to Baron Reface's house at the time of slavery?!?"

"Sure, I'm a slave. If the nobleman has managed to tell the lady directly..."

Come on, these guys, did you force yourself to look at Giberti's status?

What a bunch of them.

Well, fine.

I'll [appraise] you if I feel the need, too.

With that said, the voice of a woman called Run dabbles with the slob of Clark (Chain Mail).

"Um, did our slave make any coarse phases?

"Ah, my lord!

If you cross the grocery store's lair, as soon as you speak, Giberti kneels at me.

"Did you even do evil things like force you to look at your status? What do you say? Giberti."

"No, I'm nothing"

I said it in a strong tone without saying whether or not.

"This is what he says...... I apologize if our slave made any coarse mistakes."

"Are you His Excellency the Associate Duke of Greed? Hmm?"

I hear Sir Knockfuri remembered my face, but he doesn't seem confident. Somewhere surprised.

"Yeah, Alain Gried is me. So, what the hell is this?

He asked, staring at Sir Knockfuri's face from the front, apparently the top of the line (leader). It's pretty badly behaved to force you to see the status even though you didn't do anything wrong. Even so, this Sir Knockfuri seemed to have stopped. We have to stop it. It's the same crime. No, it's not even a crime.

"Oh, finally...... but somewhere...... Ah!

You must be twenty years old, you elf. Kid, answer my question.

"" Ah!

Other men and women seem to recognize me. Some of the guys gave me the look of bitter worms chewed up abominably after a stiff look.

"I ask you again. Did any of our slaves have a crude affair?

"... Huh! Well, I was very rude. Your Lordship's slaves have nothing to lose."

"James!"

"Lord Associate Gried! We..."

"Please talk to the lady!

Next to Sir Knockfuri, who carefully bows his head and puts in a groan, the other three tried to say something to his mouth. Even though Sir Knockfuri raised his right hand slightly with his head down, it was all blocked on the way.

"Really? Got it. There seems to be no problem, so here we are. Giberti, stand up. Let's go."

"Yes."

That's what I said and tried to turn my heel back.

Nothing like eating dinner with a lady, but anyway, that's it, right? You want me to sell you some armor, that's what you're talking about, isn't it? I can't sell it. No, you can't. If you want, join the First or Second Knights and wait for the order again. Hey, it's almost time for the First Knights to end. Not everyone else is buying it.

"Please wait, my lord! Listen to me."

You heard the story before. I don't know what else to do, I need to talk to you properly about it again and say no exactly. You're going to pull your tail.

"What is it?

"My name is Jamic Knockfuri, knight of the Third Knights of the Kingdom. At the same time, he is a squire serving the Baron Reface family. My servant excused me earlier. Please forgive me."

Sir Knockfuri carefully bowed his head again. Ah, squire also means “jury”, commonly referred to in some noble minister, but it also means knight apprenticeship of the Knights. They are both pronounced "estó" in Lagdarios (Common Language), so it is confusing. Oh, whatever the pronunciation is, you already know what it means, don't you?

"Yes, you can apologize for that already."

"Um, well, tonight or tomorrow night, if it's all right with you, would you like to dine with the eldest daughter of Baron Reface's family in my home, Mr. Yorille? Master Yorille is also a member of the Third Knights, but he is still a squire..."

Oh, already......... well, do you want me to say no exactly there?

"Can I ask you something?

"Uh, that... what can I say... I can't say"

Sir Knockfuri seemed very difficult to say, and also said with a face apologizing for the badly chopped answer. You asked me before to sell you some armor, and I said no. I'm sure Lady Yorille asked me directly at that time, or something. Yes, sir. I'll just ask directly and say no.

"... what time and where should I go?

The time and place were told. I thought the place was a restaurant, but it wasn't. Seems like they're letting you go (catering) to the room where the wooden pavilion is staying. You're pretty rich.