The God has moved to another world.

"Oh, no, no, no, no."

This was the first voice of Mizuhiko, who touched money from different worlds.

In Einfabul, a monetary unit called "Gicod" was used.

By and large, intense manual workers get 10,000 gicods a day's pay.

120-150 zicod of bread.

About 500 to 800 gicods for one meal out.

Other prices are roughly similar, and the feeling is not at all the same as the Japanese yen.

Boger, chief officer of the Alliance, cordially told Mizuhiko what the currency was to be paid in the Alliance and how much it was worth.

Because the currencies used differ from country to country, asking questions is not in itself unnatural.

"Do you really? It's a currency I've never heard of."

You can say that there is no such thing as a currency that Boger doesn't know about.

Being the head of the world's best intelligence organization, he is familiar with a variety of information.

"Oh, for one. Don't you dare."

and Mizuhiko to wave and show.

Nodding, Boger recorded the word "hon." firmly in his notebook in his head.

Explore who Mizuhiko is, because it could be a clue.

"Well, that's the Cortesecca crusade bounty. We had about 20 million gicods."

And it came to pass, that Mizuhiko turned away greatly.

20 million.

It is not 2,000 yen.

Twenty million.

I'll never forget it, it was decades ago.

The amount spent when the Red Sheath company was rebuilt was about two million yen, translated into its present value.

Convert it to its present value, not the amount at the time.

To the splendour of the finished company, the red sheath is an unexpected cry.

That's it.

We just defeated that gorilla lizard, and that's 20 million.

"It would be too much"

To Mizuhiko, speaking in his true face, Boger opened his eyes as if surprised.

"No. Cortesecca is a dragon that sometimes comes down to people. If we had come to this city, the total damage would not have dropped hundreds of millions."

If Cortesecca enters the Einfarble, where there are private houses and shops, the damage will indeed not be 20 million.

Although it seemed fine because it was Mizuhiko, the brace attack was actually quite destructive.

At least a couple of houses in the house would have been shattered by one blow.

With just one brace attack.

"There should have been a few dead people out there. If you think you've prevented damage, it's cheap."

"Is that what it is"

Mizuhiko with a common sense of money didn't get it well, but apparently that's what happened.

Mizuhiko nodded cocklessly, even with a harsh look on her face.

"And. The amount of the Warcraft pickup, though. The meat is just an animal that isn't originally a redemption site, so if you just take it all home for consumption one by one, the amount won't change."

"It's a waste of time not to come."

"It's supposedly not suitable for meat or processing, so I guess. There's no demand."

No one to eat or use, naturally no one to buy.

Mizuhiko says the three kinds of meat he has taken, Cortesecca, Red Wyburn and Haganewolf, will not be handled at the butcher shop, nor will they be made of feed or any ingredient.

It was a waste to throw it all away, and he asked me to keep one area at a time that seemed frothy.

"Really, isn't it better? Don't you know what else?"

"Uhm. Right. Now let's do a little research."

Boger promised to find out if he was broken by Mizuhiko, who eagerly listened to him many times.

Because I thought sticking to eating so far might mean something special.

Actually, it's just that Mizuhiko's food is tense.

"As for the amount, Red Wyburn averages 10 million. Haganewolf is something like 200,000. There were only 20 haganewolves, so is that four million?"

Mizuhiko, hearing the amount, was distracted for a moment.

When I wave my face and manage to regain consciousness, I turn to Boger again.

"It would be too much, so. They've been calling from Jibu. It shouldn't be so rare."

"No, no. Those are quite dangerous warcraft, too, and their materials can be good weapons and protective equipment. Besides, you can take good quality demon stones."

"No. Didn't you hear that?"

"Well, it's a piece of magic. It's better quality than what is mined naturally, and what can be taken from the body of a warcraft."

Mizuhiko snapped her neck at the words that popped out of Boger's mouth.

"How many will you do?"

"Yeah. You think there's a lot of magic in jewels and other things that are influenced by the flow of power flowing underground? Well, I'm a gatekeeper, so I don't know the details."

Mizuhiko nodding as explained and convinced.

There were also times on Earth when jewels that happened to enter into a stream of forces, such as temperatures, had power over the years.

Probably something like a magic version of it.

Is it bioconcentrated and naturally crystallized?

"The Red Wyburn and Haganewolf Demon Stones are very good in quality and quantity of magic. It's rarely below the forecast I just mentioned."

They say even the amount they say is enough, but it's going to exceed it even further.

With all that money, what the hell kind of luxurious birdhouse can you build?

Mizuhiko decided to ask about what was missing, even though she remembered her headache.

"Well, how long will it be before that ridge, uh, comes along?"

"Thirty million is over."

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Mizuhiko, who lost her mind for a moment, punches her head on the table in a grand manner.

"So, are you okay?!

"Well, well, well. It's not here. I'm on my way. Go."

Somehow he doesn't seem fine. Mizuhiko holds his forehead while answering.

To him, a small citizen, this sum was too shocking.

At this time, Mizuhiko's brain was always flowing at high speeds without words.

Calm down. Calm down.

Consider the price of a single missile.

There are usually missiles and bullets to do that guy.

That should be about 30 million if you think about it.

Anyway, if normal people deal with each other, maybe there will be a dead man.

Adults in this world usually say it's about Agney who wants to see goblins.

About 30 million.

What can I do with 30 million yen?

One hundred yen of ice cream...

"Impossible"

"What is it?

"Huh?!

To Boger's words, Mizuhiko returns to me.

I almost traveled across the border of mathematics at risk.

By the way, Mizuhiko has only a dangerous degree of arithmetic ability.

It's only suicide, such as calculating the number of hundred yen ice creams you can buy for 30 million yen.

"It's a good idea. It's not here. When will I be given the blade?"

Boger sat back on the couch at ease for the first time to see how Mizuhiko seemed to have regained his peace of mind.

"We also wanted to register for the guild, so let us have 20 million of the crusade prize money for now while we go through the process. There is a lot about other things, so we will redeem them properly before giving them to you."

"I don't know what it's gonna take."

"I'm sorry. I thought it would take a day. How many minutes is this rare to come in temporarily?"

"Right. But you have to come with me."

"For once, this is Guild headquarters. There are quite a few people there. Quite, though."

Boger says this, but it usually takes a lot of time and effort to dismantle just the array.

Anyway, they have a body that starts with cannon bullets.

I was just very impressed that it would take more as Mizuhiko as well.

"Now let's ask you to sign up for the guild. I'll move to a different location, would you mind?

"Okay."

"Now, let's move quickly"

That said, Boger gets up.

Mizuhiko tried to get up, but the look clouded her in an instant.

Boger, who sees how it is, speaks out as if in a panic.

"What's wrong?

"No."

Mizuhiko shakes her head in the way she catches up, mouthing her words to make sure slowly.

"I had an awesome swelling, and I lost my temper"

Only the sense of money was a small citizen, Mizuhiko.

It was in the photo room that Mizuhiko, who managed to recover her hips, was first guided.

How dare the Alliance have photographic skills?

Nevertheless, the method seemed somewhat different from that of modern Earth.

They send the image information taken of everything to an instrument with ink on it and print it on a dedicated stamp.

"It's so pungent."

Mizuhiko snapped unexpectedly, but she couldn't help it.

Hi. Apparently speaking of magic technology has a pretty pointy way of developing.

They say the Alliance has its own magic system called Crystal Magic, which is helping them run the Alliance.

Crystal magic is magic that is activated by writing a three-dimensional magic formation inside a transparent, translucent substance and applying magic to it.

However, he seems to have a knack for how to put magic into it, which makes it difficult for him to master on his own.

The guild says it pays to sell common magical engraved crystals and to use them.

To Mizuhiko, who asks about the photograph, Boger even gives such an explanation.

Apparently, those businesses are also part of guild management.

"Of course, some of them are classified."

Boger shrugging his shoulders and saying.

Normally, given the country's military secrecy, the guild's policy is still broken.

After I finished taking pictures, I made data to sign up for the guild.

How dare the guild card have a face picture in it.

They say it's part of the anti-counterfeiting.

Well.

When he signs up for the guild, he says he'll be given a single card.

The card contains personally identifiable information and confirms the identity by checking with the Alliance staff.

Surprisingly, the Alliance is sharing information in real time with Alliance branches around the world.

"With the application of far-sighted magic, they can do it fine if it's the exchange of letters, pictures and other information. They just can't do it without close proximity to each other, so it would be the prerogative of our guild, a world-wide organization. I was talking about the server, but when it came to magic technology, I was a doorman. You're old."

Apparently, it's no different in every world that your father generation is plagued by the latest equipment.

Registration information for the Alliance was about origin, approximate age, name, secret cryptography, and magic authentication.

Sometimes official household registration does not exist depending on origin, and this seems to be the case because the majority of adventurers have an indeterminate address.

The cipher consists of an eight-digit number and a combination of eight characters.

They say that they can set it up at will, so many people sign up for it in a conversation.

Mizuhiko, by the way.

Meshimeta 89300213

Directly translated, "Rice, lots of rice, lots of rice, lots of rice."

This won't break the cipher first.

I can't deny how hard it is to say.

Magic Verification.

This was just a handkerchief and the registration was briefly completed.

They say that the magic stored in the human body has an individual and unique pattern, and they personally identify it by reading it.

Personal data accumulated at Headquarters can be accessed from any branch of the world, so they can ensure that it is personally identifiable.

Using this system, the Alliance says it also operates "banks" that can bring down money anywhere in the world.

It's an organization that does a lot of things widely.

Even Mizuhiko, whose magic power was unusual, the readings were carried out without problems.

Mizuhiko held a guild card that was completed after the registration process.

How do you feel about that?

"Kuruma Nomenki a lot"

It was.

In fact, the shape was subtly similar.

"In the future, if you say guild cards and ciphers at reception, it is possible for you to receive a variety of services. Now, I'm going to talk to you about the terms…"

Separating words along the way, Boger looked seriously at Mizuhiko.

And give an eye-opening signal to a female employee who was nearby.

When the female employee who received it nodded, she immediately offered Mizuhiko something like a document in an envelope.

"It's filled out all the paperwork that's in there. It says everything you need, so please read it."

It seems Boger understood Mizuhiko correctly in this short time.

I would have given some explanation at the time of registration, but I omitted everything all the time.

Nice judgment, I guess.

"Okay."

Are you aware of that or not?

Mizuhiko snorted and received the envelope.

I was going to read it properly later Mizuhiko, but it was really subtle whether the content was understandable.

Because it's suspicious to read letters at any rate.

"If there's something you don't understand, please speak to the staff. Tell them to explain immediately."

"Shiitaru"

Boger's response would be to the point.

The impression of the staff currently in the Alliance is strongly imprinted about Mizuhiko.

There shouldn't be any staff to be called out and barricaded.

Gradually get used to it rather than having it remembered at once.

There seems to be some thoughts like that.

Mizuhiko, who received the card, was to receive 20 million in crusades.

It was in the form of a bank account created at the same time as the guild registration, but it is said that cash can also be made available immediately.

Mizuhiko asked what Boger would do, but he didn't have the guts to carry that kind of cash.

He won't be attacked for carrying it, but being a small citizen, he doesn't have the option of carrying a lot of money.

In the end, he withdrew about 300,000 as the immediate cost of living, and Mizuhiko poked it into his nostalgia.

If you try Mizuhiko, even 300,000 is enough money.

He looked around slightly in a behavioral suspicious mood and was unusually noticeable, but no one cared even though he was originally noticeable.

The next challenge for Mizuhiko, who finished registration and got the money, was with regard to meat.

Of course, it's about the meat of prey.

The Alliance's information network did a very good job on this.

While Mizuhiko was working on the registration, Boger turned his hand and checked it out for me.

There is only one cock in this town that can cook meat from various warcraft, he said.

When he heard the story, Mizuhiko grabbed the clerk's chest barn, which brought much of the story of excitement, and snuggled up.

The immediately opened official gives Mizuhiko a note with the name of the store and a map that said he had that cock in his hand.

"Tattoo ooh ooh ooh!!!

Mizuhiko, who got the note, raised her naked growl and poked her fist up heavenly high.

There was no longer one in the Alliance who questioned Mizuhiko's behavior.

When Mizuhiko went out of the guild, the dragons and other bodies that should have been loaded outside were gone clean and refreshing.

Apparently the Alliance staff has already brought it out somewhere.

Pretty quick action, but Mizuhiko never impressed me with it.

I couldn't help but wonder about the big bucks I put in my nostalgia rather than that.

By the way, the meat was anchored to the backson carried on his back.

Alliance staff contacted a cock that could cook the Warcraft, cut the parts they needed, and let them have it.

What an attentive person.

The amount of meat is 80 kg for Cortesecca, 60 kg for Red Wyburn and 60 kg for haganewolf.

That's 200 kg in total.

It's usually a pretty hard amount, but for Mizuhiko, it's only about a light rucksack.

More than that, it was Mizuhiko who couldn't help but feel that someone was watching him because of the large sums of money he had in his nostalgia.

Of course, attention has been paid.

After all that I did, I came out with the meat.

It would be weirder not to look.

but Mizuhiko hadn't noticed that gaze.

I don't know much about it.

That's how Mizuhiko started walking the city with her phone and map in one hand.

People around them seemed to have regained their composure while Mizuhiko was in the guild, restoring the usual state of the city.

I was in the guild for about two hours for some reason, so I guess that would be natural.

This city is quite a city, too.

Because people come and go a lot, and they each have a job.

It was a fairly flawed Mizuhiko as a person, but as long as he had a map, he had the performance to a point where he wouldn't get lost in the road.

Suddenly an incoming call came in to my phone as I was on my way to my destination.

When viewed, the display is displayed in this manner.

Eltovael

Mizuhiko wrinkles between her eyebrows, roars low, and snaps.

"Who?"

I didn't know, so Mizuhiko decided to leave for now.

"Who?"

"Oh, is that Mizuhiko? It's Eltovael."

"Oh. What the heck?"

Apparently, among Mizuhiko, Eltovael is registered as Ebonoba.

Incidentally, the phone made by the unbalance is not in the form of typing in numbers, but directly entering the name of the person you want to talk to.

I don't know their phone number, man, it's not gonna happen.

I wish they had a phone.

"It's not porn. It's Eltovael. Did you make it to the city safely today?

"Got it. [Giggling]"

"Did you name it right?

"Oh, I'm so glad you did."

"Isn't that amazing? Good for you!

"Sort of."

Eltovael praises the way you can even take it for fooling around.

But Mizuhiko was honestly pleased.

Because I actually had a hard time writing letters.

Where are you?

"It's not porn. It's Eltovael. Uh, right. Now, I'm in the capital of Stenglaire. I've been doing a lot of research."

"Is that so?"

"How about that one? Does the completion of your registration mean that you are likely to start working?

"That's what it is. Something happened to me, and I became a coward. Tomorrow, there's one thing that's going to happen."

"Already? That was good."

"Oh. Ma'am."

"Then you'll be on your way there tonight. With a phone, I know where you are."

"Okay. [incomprehensible]

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Interrupted calls, the sound of a two-two coming out of the speaker.

Uncalling himself, Mizuhiko opened the map screen again.

On the same day Mizuhiko received the phone, Eltovael had also received the phone from Ambalance.

Mizuhiko and Eltovael, who then made numerous calls, had not yet learned the exact name of Eltovael.

After a while of glimmering with the map, the phone, Mizuhiko managed to reach the desired store.

The place where the inn and dining place were combined was a good style shop in this city with many adventurers.

The sign reads "Wood Leaked Nippon Pavilion" as in the note.

"There it is."

Mizuhiko nodded several times and laid her hands on the store door.

Anis, the owner of the Wood Leak Pavilion, was a slightly eighteen-year-old human girl.

Growing up as an orphan in Einfarble, she's chopping up the store with brightness and temperament that doesn't take that predicament for granted.

Growing up in an orphanage, she had begun her training at the age of five by living under her master, Cock.

Techniques and recipes you desperately acquire can be described as top-notch.

The arm was already recognized by the master and he was allowed to open this wood-leaking pavilion.

On the day she admitted Annis as a servant, her master brought up a savings ledger.

That was the money the master had been doing for her since Annis began his training.

To a surprised anise, the master began to talk like this.

"Look, Anis. I was originally an adventurer, traveling all sorts of places.

I also came to this city to defeat the Warcraft and earn money.

But maybe you were tired of living like that.

I decided to retire and open an inn in this city.

I used to be good at cooking. Because I also had animal knowledge as an adventurer.

When I opened the store, like, three years later, you asked.

At first I was surprised, but you lost your enthusiasm.

I've never trained properly. I can't believe I'm taking an apprentice.

But you're such a disciple of mine, and you're such a fine cook.

I've hardly been able to teach you anything from the beginning, but now I'm really nothing.

Now don't worry, you can embark on a journey "

The master said that when Anis was alone, he was going to embark on a journey.

There's something I really need to fulfill.

Yes, he said.

He turned away from it all the time and became an adventurer, saying he kept the store going.

But when I saw Anise, I decided to go and fulfill it.

So I decided to give the store to Annis.

Annis smiled and dropped off her master, who said she was going on a journey.

Because the master's determination was firm and not overshadowable.

Besides, the master will be back when it's over.

That's what I promised.

Then protect the store until then, no.

A more splendid, lovely shop to welcome is a reward for the master.

That's what Anis thought.

That's why I smiled off about my master on the journey.

It's not goodbye.

I won't have to cry because I'll see you again someday.

So I guess the reason her cheeks were wet when we broke up was because of Morning Dew or something.

The wooden leaky Nippon Pavilion, where such anise serves as the shopkeeper, had become a co-located inn in the dining room.

Her master had an unparalleled commitment to "inns serving delicious food".

Probably coming from my adventurous experience.

When you're relaxing in the inn, have a good meal.

The belief is also handed down to Anis.

The guests staying at the Leaky Pavilion were more than just sleeping beds and looking to eat.

Vegetables obtained directly from nearby farmers in the meat of various animals that are easy to obtain from the land pattern.

Coupled with them, numerous spices.

And most importantly, the arm of Annis, the cook.

Everything was first-class and no less of a level than a restaurant specializing in cooking in this city.

Her restaurant, which also houses a dining room, is popular enough to have a line outside even at meals.

I couldn't judge a customer by myself on a boulder and hired a clerk.

Hired are people from orphanages who used to take care of them.

Working hard was warmly embraced by the residents around them.

Originally this city was made up of adventurers.

Few lose their parents or family members just for dangerous work.

Annis offered those jobs.

While I myself am an orphan, I have put my job in my hands with desperate efforts, and now I am helping each other with the same situation.

Such anise had become a sight to behold in this city.

It's a busy dining room at meals, but this time of day after the peak was relaxing.

Because they also do things like cafes, there are a few customers who are drinking tea, and whether it is a holiday or something to drink.

A new customer came into the store.

"Welcome!

Anis greets well.

Everyone else was just out shopping and cleaning private rooms in the inn, and now she was the only one in the store.

At this hour, even one person has no problem cutting.

"They told me to come here when I came to this city. But you missed your arrival a little. It's not time to eat, day or night."

Saying so with a bitter smile, the male customer ordered sweetness, another specialty of this store.

An adventurer's reception is surprisingly good when it comes to sweets with lots of sugar.

Once in the woods, it can last days. They sometimes miss things like that.

That male customer, who is fairly fit and wears a knitted hat hidden to his ears, is apparently into that kind of work.

The way he was carrying a big shield on his back made me wonder.

The male guest sat down in the back seat near the entrance.

It was a table for four, but I haven't had any problems at all since this time is running out.

Male customers ordered ice cream, sweet-boiled beans, and a bottle of the original distilled liquor from this store.

Distilled liquor, which the Master has made craftsmen specialize in, is such a popular product that there is something to buy and return to as a souvenir.

Eat something sweet and soak up some kimchi sake.

It also looks like a rare combination, but there were quite a few people in this store who did the same thing.

I guess he's the one who's usually in a dangerous world, the one time pleasure.

It was Annis who had been eyeing customers in the store for a while, but she immediately remembered something important.

The Alliance has contacted us to bring the meat of the Warcraft.

The master was only a former adventurer, good at cooking meat from warcraft.

A disciple, she also naturally has the moves.

Anis pulled his stepladder out as he rose from the chair he was sitting on.

It's hanging on the wall, to take a large pan that I don't usually use.

At times like this, I resent my low back.

With that in mind, Annis climbed the stepladder and removed the large pan from the wall hanging.

Just then.

The store door opened and the bell that was attached sounded chillin.

"Welcome -!

To the signal the customer came, Anis looks back reflexively and smiles and speaks out.

It was the boy in the odd clothes who opened the door, carrying something big.

"Here, will you make it harder for me?"

It's like a young child, in a terrible tone.

Apparently, this boy is a customer contacted by the Alliance.

Yes, it is.

Yes, Anis tried to say.

It was that moment.

Something blew up at the same time from the boy who came and the male guest who was sitting near the door.

Each other, we don't even see each other, the boy stays standing outside the door.

Still, the same thing was indeed emanating from the two of us.

Killer.

A sign that's what they call it.

Normally, you wouldn't know that to Annis, who is just a city daughter.

But I can emanate from these two. That was enough to force me to tell.

No.

In those words, it could be raw.

The moment they drank that sign, Anis thought:

Dead.

It was released from the two of them so much that it made the girl, who was just a city daughter, think so. It was showing signs of intense death.

Guess the customers at the store were also put on the signs.

Everyone was frozen and unable to move.

Blood is drawn and it is turning blue and white.

Annis herself, she felt its fingertips getting cold.

Scary.

But my body didn't move.

I didn't hear my body say anything at all, as if I had been stuck in some giant monster.

A male customer who carries sweet-boiled beans to his mouth with a spoon so that nothing happens.

A boy who doesn't change one expression in the same way and carries his luggage back.

Annis still had no reason to know that the signs they unleashed were a mild greeting replacement for these two.