Another World’s Good Swindler 365

Chapter 365 – The Cotton Field

As soon as morning came, I was sent off the West Way and headed for Ajio.

The carriage was not the old-fashioned carriage of the ‘Al’ family, which Germi usually rode with. It was a very ordinary-looking carriage.

Germi, who decided that it would be better to remain inconspicuous since it was a ‘secret mission with a dirty back’ requested by the lord, prepared one of the wagons that were left in the mansion.

Riding together are Natalia and Roin in black robes. Natalya spoke first as we enjoyed watching the two people’s robes sway around their chests as the wagon rocked.

“Should I set the village on fire?”

“… No, you’re suddenly talking about a lot.”

Embarrassed by Natalya’s wild words, she tilted her head as she tilted her head.

“Uh, but what the lord asked is to interfere with the magistrate’s winter preparation plan, isn’t it? So, all you have to do is burn down the entire village preparing supplies for the mansion… ?”

“Then we might find out our identity to the villagers. How are you going to do that?”

Natalya, who had been thinking about my question while touching her lips with her index finger, spoke cautiously.

“Hmm… Wouldn’t it be fine if we just killed everyone without leaving anyone behind?”

“Somehow I feel that even such a violent method would not be impossible by any means…”

But the risk is too great. How can the three of us kill all the villagers when we don’t even know how many villagers there are? Besides, there might be guys in the village who know how to fight.

If even one or two witnesses were missed, the charges could be added to arson and even mass murder. If it’s that much of a crime, wouldn’t it be like a bounty attached and chased?

“Let’s really think of that as a last resort. If possible, let’s find a way to burn only the cotton warehouse quietly and neatly.”

“Yes.”

A quiet and clean way to burn a cotton wool warehouse.
I could have asked a little more about how to put it into practice, but the good Natalya seemed to have chosen to rub her cheek against my shoulder rather than question me.

I bury my forearm in the massive chest and rub my cheek. A pleasant scent wafted from her tangled hair.

If you go and look around, you will find a way. Let’s enjoy these big breasts to our heart’s content while we wait for their arrival.

“Almost arrived!”

The colic was broken by the driver’s loud voice from the coachman’s seat.

It wasn’t just me who was taken aback by the voice. Natalya and Roin each moved away from my crotch, adjusting their mouths and clothes.

The old man who tidied up his disheveled clothes smiled slightly.

“Thanks to you, I didn’t get bored. Look, it really looks like we’re almost there.”

The old man pointed at the window in the carriage door. She moved her gaze along her fingertips.

The wide fields were dyed white. The fields, covered in white, swayed little by little when the wind blew, showing brown flesh and moving like a living creature.
Between the cotton trees lined up in an orderly fashion, people could be seen. The white snow had disappeared and only the bare brown stems remained where people passed by, perhaps during the harvest.

“It is pure white.”

It was a short impression of seeing a cotton field for the first time. At my murmur, the old woman turned her head again and smiled.

“Natalie’s lips are also white.”

“Oops, gulp. Oh, is it still like that?”

“No. It’s clean now.”

“Whoa. Ha… Hmm…”

Natalya, who put her hands together to cover his mouth and vomit, began to inhale and exhale deeply, checking his scent.

“What are you doing?”

“I was afraid that something I had just swallowed might cause my mouth to stink…” .”

“I’ll check it out, blow it.”

Pushing her face in, Natalya fell behind her, blushing in embarrassment.

“Yes? It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s embarrassing to have her breath checked…”

“Natalie is… Retort?”

“All right…”

Natalya, who reluctantly approached me at my urging, said, “Whoa… ‘ She let out a heavy sigh. Her mouth smelled of fresh mint, which I couldn’t imagine from the mouth that had just been sucking her cock and gulping her semen.

“It only smells good, doesn’t it?”

“That, is it? Thank god.”

“Hanseong’s semen, don’t you think it’s gotten thicker these days? Like the smell or the viscosity.”

He was squeezing the juice out of his cock without any days, and when the semen became soft, it became softer, not thicker. She shook her head at Roin’s words.

“My semen? Isn’t it your mood?”

“That’s not it. The concentration of magical power felt in the semen has also increased.”

“That, is it?”

Judging from Natalya’s assertion to this extent, it seems that the saying that my semen has thickened is true.

“Your powers have become stronger, and you are getting more and more proficient in the way you handle magical powers. Aren’t you gradually regaining your original form as an incarnation?”

“I don’t know yet…”

Is it a story related to incarnation? Talking about my identity is a topic I want to avoid because it is very burdensome. As I was about to look out the window for some new topic, the carriage stopped.

The view of the village seen from the wagon was very poor.

A damp, stinking dirt road with the ruts of wagons and wagons intact.
A thatched house with a roof made of woven straw and a wall made of mud and bricks with pillars made of logs caught my eye.

“I’ve only moved out of the city a little bit, but is my living environment changing this much?”

“Because Westway and Arpagon are wealthy cities.”

“Hmm…”

There is truth in Natalya’s words.

Westway is a trade city, not to mention, and Arpagon is a young city, and it is very rich thanks to the resources that come from the unexplored land.

Rather, isn’t this muddy village the average of this world?

“First of all, the leader of the Ten? Shouldn’t we start by looking for this guy?”

As I stood and looked around the village stupidly, the old man spoke to me first.

“Ah, yes. That would be nice By the way, the houses are sparsely populated and not very popular.”

“At this time, most of the villagers will be harvesting their cotton fields.”

I turned my attention to the voice from behind me. It was Phillips who came along as the coachman. He felt my gaze and took the lead with a confident expression on his face.

“I know where the guards are. I will guide you.”

“You know? Have you ever been here?”

“Yes, I have been here before.”

“For what purpose?”

I followed Phillips and walked with Natalya and Roin. Oddly muddy mud clung to my shoes and clung to them.

“This village lives on cotton farming, doesn’t it? Oh, watch out for horse dung there.”

“Ugh, yes. Cotton farming.”

“Anyway, it is difficult to match the harvest with only the villagers. It’s not just about picking cotton, it’s about processing it.”

“Is it difficult only for the residents? The story…”

“Looks like they needed a lot of slaves to pick up cotton. I had to go back and forth several times to deliver slaves. That’s how I became a regular customer.”

“Philips, weren’t you Johannes’ escort?”

“Before escorting, I was in charge of delivering slaves.”

“Are you in charge of delivery? You did such a thing and caught Johannes’s eyes.”

“Is slave delivery too dangerous? After hearing the information that the relatives or colleagues of those who were brought in as slaves are transporting them, they often attack them. My criminal record for defeating those guys was acknowledged, so I was promoted. Now, thanks to Hanseong and the boss’s discernment, I’ve come to a better position.”

“… I look forward to your abilities.”

“Thank you! The building over there must be the building where the guards stay.”

Phillips’s fingertips turned to the direction he was pointing. I saw a round vacant lot in the center of the village. The guard’s building stood on one side facing the vacant lot.

After guiding, Phillips turned around again.

“I’ll go look after the wagon.”

“Okay. If you have a business, go there.”

After sending Phillips away, I glanced at the guard building. It is a shabby thatched house no different from other buildings in the village.

I approached the building and carefully opened the door.

The doors seemed to have been as poorly maintained as the shabby-looking house, rattling, not fitting well with the frame, and making an unpleasant sound from the hinges.

“No, but don’t you usually have to approach the guards as soon as you enter the village? A stranger came to visit, but is it true that no one is interested?”

Muttering such complaints, I entered the guard building.

The first thing that caught my eye was a round table that was cluttered in disarray. There were bottles of alcohol lying around, and cards that looked like playing cards were scattered on top.

The floor around it was piled with filthy things like mud.

It must have been that they had stepped on mud from the roadside outside and had not cleaned it.

Even a slight dryness showed that this condition had been maintained for quite a long time.

“Oh my god. Is this the guard building?”

If Trisian had seen it, he would have been in awe.