Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

According to the appraisal results, the name of this unavailable middle-aged man is Yoichi Tanaka.

I look about a turn older than me.

The remarks section only said "middle-aged man unemployed and fled by his wife".

So I'm not sure about the crowd.

It is conveyed that I am not very concerned because I am still frightened all the time.

"Hey, Tanaka."

"Hih."

How do you know my name, Tanaka? Even the faint face becomes even more unreliable.

At this age, it's not strange to be equipped, there's no such thing as majestic style.

This could just be the victim.

"What does that have to do with the young people you're sleeping with there? Are you a guru?"

"I don't think so!

Tanaka says.

They kicked me out of my apartment because of the rent arrears, and these two picked me up where I was fluttering.

I was called to ask if I had a license, and when I shook my head vertically, the contract was completed on the spot.

In exchange for a meal, he was used as an exclusive driver for the past week.

"Ask me it's time to be free, but you won't listen. I was just getting scared."

How far on earth is it true?

Believe me, I hate to want to do this, but it would be dangerous to pepper it.

You can't possibly torture a human opponent, and how do I know for sure?

I turned to Angelica and said, "What do you think?" I ask.

The otherworldly girl, who remains blindfolded,

"It sounds true from the tone of your voice, though."

I replied. I say we hit the lady's check, shall we bet?

"Tanaka-san, there's only one last thing I want to be sure of"

"Hey, what is it?"

"Red Dragon Hall in front of the station is a ramen shop, have you been there?

"... there is"

"Tell me your honest thoughts. How'd it go?

"It doesn't taste good. I wonder if anyone who says it tastes good would feel the same way about gas and coffee."

"I think I feel good about you."

The manager over there works hard to pay the review site to get the stars, but I'm the one who talks about black insights because I'm not interested in exploring the flavors at all.

Tanaka was convinced that he was dull, keeping his eyes open for a while.

"I think we can do the right thing with each other."

"Ha."

"Pay 100,000. Will you just be my driver today?"

The color of Tanaka's eyes changes. I can see you suddenly getting angry.

"This should get you over this month. Instead, please don't say anything else about what I've done here or what I'm going to do. Can't you?"

"... you're the magician's neutral, aren't you?"

"You know me."

"If that's all you're on TV, then you can put out about 100,000 pawn... I didn't know you were such a fighter to a dick opponent..."

Is it ex-Jan or something, Tanaka is shaking her voice.

"Well that's it. I've been around for almost seventeen years. So, what do you think? Will you do the driver"

Tanaka nodded after letting his gaze wander into the air.

"It's a promise, it's 100,000 yen."

Negotiation concluded. When I exchanged hands with Tanaka, I pulled out one 10,000 bills from my purse and handed them over. Pay up front first.

It's cheap. We were able to secure a mobile resting place while giving treatment to the unfortunate unemployed.

I caught you here. You can keep the goblins in.

"Oh, no. Who's this car in your name? Is that you? Or a rental car? If it's a stolen car, it's a hassle."

"That's where Mr. Suzuki bought the noose. He said he didn't know how to move it. I wonder what that means."

"Maybe you don't understand the common sense of our society yet."

"... by the way, is that okay? Mr. Suzuki, I'm bleeding from both eyes. If you're blind, you won't be stylish."

"No problem."

I put my palm in Baldo's eye about Suzuki and cast a healing magic.

The seething bleeding subsides and returns to its original blue and white eyes.

"You see. He wasn't originally hurt."

"... Huh? Huh?"

"It was an illusion of my eyes."

Is that what it is, Tanaka looks strange.

"It was just a trick. You know what I mean?"

"Magic......? I looked like I was sticking my finger in my eye without hesitation..."

"A trick. It's safe magic to go now, so don't worry about what happens, no matter what. Angel, keep your ears shut."

When I finished, I grabbed Baldo's chest.

The wound should have healed to such an extent that it is already possible to have a conversation with him.

"You have other goblins, don't you? Tell me where you're hiding."

"I don't."

"Is there a limitation on your memory?

"I don't."

It is not clear.

"If you're going to be sheltering your people, let's just say you're sad. I heard from the other goblins that you're going down the street today. You've been sold."

"... what?

"Yet you martyr in friendship. No, it's not a bad thing. If the little one had a concept of self-sacrifice as well, that would be great. I've reviewed a goblin."

Damn it, Bardo screamed.

"Was it Gowl who sold me!? Or Yip? Yip!?

If you're less intelligent, you're less trustworthy. A goblin is such a race.

These guys barely seem to have feelings for blood relatives, but they're only in a relationship that they use with other individuals.

"Spit out where the two goblins you know are. Then you'll live."

Bardo was totally rapping.

With his glamorous eyes, he begins to speak of Pepper and his compatriots' lair.

One is a garbage mansion in front of the station.

The other was the famous cat mansion where the lonely grandmother fed the wildcats.

Is it because of the ecology of goblins that you are purposefully choosing places that emit bad odors?

"Chi, if it stinks from the start, whatever you bring in, it's from nothing to make a scene."

Kake, Bardo laughs.

"What kind of stuff did you bring in?

"Then it's up to humans, isn't it? I didn't take a bath. It stinks."

"... you've taken people?

That's right, these guys are confused with the people who were originally in this world in a way that will replace them.

Then where did the person deprived of his identity go?

If he hasn't been killed, isn't he trapped alive?

I headed to Tanaka and sent instructions to get the car out.

The destination is the garbage mansion.