I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

After the "Adult Gourmet Club," which ended in unfortunate results, Cornell, who broke up with Tauro, headed to the Knights' building near the Royal Castle.

Along the way, I buy drinks and snacks at the stalls.

Cornell, entering the building, goes up the stairs and into the room.

His men were still working there.

"Thank you, don't push me too hard."

"The squad leader is the one who will be off today. Get some rest."

The men who answer with laughter, even though they say so, take the plug as if it were difficult.

"When I think about the idiots, I have to calm down."

I answered with a fed up look.

Cornell and his team raised their final report the other day.

It started with the discovery of crude ecstasy and went as far as a battle with an unidentified knight.

And what came to light as a result of the investigation was something surprising.

In the kingdom, drugs were spreading rapidly.

It was a dangerous place.

It was just a shame I was able to crush it at that point.

If it had been later, individual distribution organizations might have been independent and untouchable.

But unfortunately, we didn't get physical evidence.

Physical evidence, from equipment to documents, has all been processed with decay magic.

And the guys I caught were just three truncable triplets.

Though there is no evidence, most of the Knights, starting with the Knights Commander, see the Empire as involved.

Cornell was one of them.

So I remember the faces of some of the senior pilots and give them a bitter look.

"Are some of the senior pilots still making a scene?

"Yeah, you're loud about why you don't officially protest the Empire,"

To Cornell's inquiry, one of his men turns to him.

Some of the senior pilots (idiots) who heard the report made a scene calling in the Imperial Ambassador to ask questions.

(Can you do that to a big country opponent even though you have no proof!

The same idea was shared by the upper echelons of the kingdom, including Cornell.

Then, the spearhead turned to Cornell's squad, which hit the investigation. I didn't get physical evidence because you were incompetent.

As a result, Cornell and the others argued with the materials that they had done their best, but some of the senior pilots were not convinced and asked for clarification from time to time.

As a result, they worked late to compile additional materials.

"Ma'am, it's only salvation that the Knights Commander isn't on the other side."

Cornell nods at his men's words.

The Knights Commander, too, is a "true knight," but when he was in the position of Commander, he couldn't remain a "true knight."

"Positions make people," he said.

Those who don't are repeating radical statements as they are emotional.

Because we think we're right, we don't end up.

The title Knights of the Kingdom pilot, would be a sight and envy for everyone within the kingdom.

I have admired myself and have been passionate about obtaining that status.

But if I actually get that seat, I can see things that I've never seen before and that stink.

Cornell remembers the shadowless and bright look of Tauro, who was with him until earlier.

(... Mr. Tauro, I want to go that way too)

I sincerely thought so and took a deep sigh.

A thin fog, along with the cold, brisk air, is standing in the king's capital.

The winter morning sun, when I finally showed my face, reluctantly began to follow the fog.

A large stone building, sunlit directly from the side. Merchant Guild.

In the guild chief's office in that building, despite the early hours of the morning, the guild chief and the deputy guild chief were talking.

Both, return early but early in the morning. Early morning meetings were their routine.

"Adventurer Alliance Guild Leader. I'm pretty upset."

Back to back with words, Santa Claus' face, the deputy guild leader, is fun. She is in a good mood and has a proud white beard.

The guild chief, a small old man, also has a grin in his eyes.

"It is from the Adventurer's Guild that the Knight of the Merchant Guild plays the most detrimental role"

Last night, at a meeting in the Royal Castle, I met with the Adventurer Alliance Guild Leader.

Remembering the kind of face that chewed up that bitter bug, the guild leader continues his words laughably.

"But don't complain to us. We're just doing what we need to be."

Santa also laughs small with couscous.

"Besides, he's been scattering, 'That would be merchant guild work,' he said himself. You can't complain if it's a word to hoist your reward."

So you can't stand it anymore, Guild Chief laughs out loud.

Until now, the knights of the Merchant Alliance have been able to repel only a small number of Warcraft.

Each battle damages the knight and repeats the Healthcare Demon Square "Dock" entry.

Perhaps it would be longer to be in the "Dock" of the curing demon squares than it would have been in operation time, so that it would have been.

"The passage of the streets must be maintained. But the Knight of the Merchant Alliance wasn't even satisfied with getting rid of the Warcraft."

Santa wrinkles between her eyebrows when she remembers her previous pilot.

"In the end, I had to ask the Adventurer Guild, and after all the disgust, all I was asked for was enough money for my eyeballs to pop up"

The groove between the eyebrows deepens further.

"With all that money in his nostalgia, the knight of the Adventurer Alliance went only to intimidate and drive back the Warcraft. So after a little while, the Warcraft appeared again."

That repetition.

Like throwing up, Santa cut the words.

The guild leader is also nodding.

"But not now. There is no longer an Adventurer's Guild for the original Merchant Guild project called Warcraft Exorcism on the Main Street."

The Knight of the Merchant Alliance today is annihilating, not repelling. As a result, there were fewer and fewer incidents where warcraft frequently appeared on the streets.

I mean, and Santa takes the word for it.

"They've lost a good job."

That's not all, the guild leader adds, to Santa, who finished with a bright look.

"Thanks to the safer streets, merchant escort requests are decreasing. And because logistics has improved, the purchase price has fallen after fewer collection requests."

"That's true."

Santa takes care of her chin as she sneezes.

The number of requests for escorts would be decreasing, and the size of escorts would be even smaller.

Even though the streets are safer, there's no need to bother with guards who slow their feet over the gold scabs.

Besides, if cheap goods come in from elsewhere, I wouldn't ask for them to be collected by hanging high gold.

Even if a request was made, the reward should be down.

"Adventurer guilds are people who can't be active if the world is dangerous and the flow of people and things isn't bad."

Santa snorts, if you ask me.

"Our Merchant Alliance is not the opposite."

Just a little, sigh.

And I changed the subject so that I could change my mind.

"Tauro, I'm going to take you to the Holy Capital. How about that?

Santa thinks a little about the suggestion.

By the way, Sacred Capital is an independent urban state dominated by the head of this world's religious community.

When I say religion, there is no single doctrine, etc.

This world is polytheistic.

Each of the eight million gods has its followers.

People's faith is also vast, and some frequently change the God they believe in, while others hang on to it.

For this reason, the existence of the head of the religious world is only a summing up role for the faithful.

Represent the interests of the faithful to their opponents, such as kingdoms and empires, with the influence of the groups of believers that have put them together. It was such a role.

"Mr. Tauro has become an E-rank trader."

Santa himself gave Tauro credit for his work in the crude potion case.

"Then there's a problem. I think you'll enjoy coming."

Santa agreed to the Alliance Director's proposal.

And keep the words coming.

"It's already that time of year."

Once a year, in the temple of God of commerce, a divine match is served.

Along with that, the faithful visit from all over the world.

When the Alliance Leader tells you to take him, he means to join him.

With that, you want to entertain Tauro by connecting him to the Merchant Alliance.

"Are you going to put Mr. Tauro in the game?

Santa asks questions when the guild leader asks the face of his companion.

Anyway, if you're just going to go and play, if you're going to the game, the story is different.

The stage where divine matches take place is not only before God, but also before a large number of believers. Unless you're quite a person, you might not even be ready for the game.

"Let's not have a problem. As a doctor slime, I think I'm selling a lot of names."

Guild leaders have fun.

"It's a divine match, but the point is it's a festival. Assuming you can't do it in public, that's all."

Laughs loudly.

"You, Tauro, will be back this evening. That's when we'll talk."

Thus it was decided to accompany Tauro to the Holy City.

This three-story stone building is built just about as close to downtown.

The sun disappeared into the western ridge a few minutes ago, and the lights are leaking out the windows of the houses, including this building.

On the rooftop upstairs, large trees blocked the starlight in the night sky and raised the figure of a majestic tree as a silhouette.

Beneath the tree sits a man, having a conversation with the little ones.

"That's why I said... When I take this request, I can't come home for a week."

I'll explain to the Imosques.

Today, the Alliance Commander asked me to escort you to the Holy City.

My first foreign country, and I'm not alone. As far as I'm concerned, I want to take it.

But there was one problem. Garden forest management, specifically a spray of potion.

I've left my house open for a few days before, but this time it's a long time.

I needed to hear the families' opinions on whether it was okay to leave the house so empty.

"You're gonna be okay."

"It's okay."

The relatives respond as they meet each other in the face.

"Potion or something, do you want me to leave it?

I saw that as meaning and suggested that I don't have to sprinkle the potion for a week or so to have it.

But the answer was unexpected.

"Digged a hole."

"Good luck"

"So it's okay."

I had a bad feeling about the response.

Anything, I heard the other day, the herbal tree and the nutritional pulse connected.

For some time now, Dangolow was digging in on Imoske's instructions.

(Were you digging inside the walls and columns of the building?)

I don't know what a nutritional pulse is, but there is one that is definitely underground.

I'm afraid the roots are going to run that far or lead to the collapse of the building.

But the families are good at it. I'm talking about getting fatter and thicker.

Just make sure you don't break the building.

Okay, I mean, do you really understand?

(Me, sweet)

Sweet to the imosques, their consciousness.

I did, but with that much caution, I clouded my tea.

That's how I feel, and my family starts talking about something else.

"It's gonna be full, isn't it?"

"It's full."

They're coming from the sky, like every day. And that seems to nourish the garden forest.

I hear it, I look up into the sky.

A starry sky with no clouds.

Countless stars shine strongly in the cool air of winter.

I felt magic coming down from the sky.

And if the story becomes a magical genre, I have no idea.

If the Born Spirit Beast says so, I guess it's okay.

I've decided to take the request.

"Just in case, I'll leave a few potions behind."

... Ok, or, yes, the waves came back.

Thus, I decided to accept a request from the Alliance Leader of the Merchant Alliance to speak directly to me.