Chapter 32 – Ep.32 Smith, a Black Company in Another World
A blue sky without a single cloud.
The weather was wonderfully clear.
“Then, work hard today.”
“… I get it.”
After a deep kiss to tell me to cheer up, Kernax and I went out of the house together.
I waved her hand for a while as I looked at her back as she walked out on the road first, and Kernax also glanced behind her twice and waved his hand slightly at me as if he was embarrassed before going to work.
“… After. “I either really have to control myself, or I have to find an aphrodisiac somewhere and take it.”
I was seduced by Kernax’s busty ass in stockings and stayed up until late at night, chatting with her thick body.
Like all men, they started off with a lot of energy, but to their pride, both Siron and Kernax realized that the more they had sex, the faster their recovery speed became.
My balls, on the other hand, were quickly emptying.
Fortunately, Kernax had her magic vest on so she could quickly go away with just a spanking on her anus or ass, so she managed to save her face last night, but not today. No, even the next day, I was confident, not certain, that I would be the first to stretch out.
“If Siron joins here… “I might actually die.”
No, does he die first when he gets hit with honey chestnuts and his head splits open?
I patted my sore back and headed to the guild.
Guild went to work in two days.
Of course, nothing much has changed.
It was still very busy, and the adventurers and receptionists were mainly engaged in a heated battle to see who had the loudest voice.
Growling.
My belly clock, which is more accurate than any other clock in the world, rang.
In other words, it’s lunch time.
In fact, there is no separate lunch break.
It is structured so that each person asks for each other’s understanding and takes turns eating, but as a ‘man’ I can go out to eat freely without having to worry about what anyone thinks.
Of course, it is impossible when there is a theory.
After roughly hanging the phrase ‘meal’ in front of the reception desk, I went up to the second floor and sneaked straight into the kitchen.
“Why are you crawling in like a rat?”
As soon as she entered the kitchen, her eyes met with Amela, who was sitting on a chair in the center and drinking her beer.
I scratched my head and quickly walked next to my sister, avoiding the busy people in the kitchen.
“Everyone is busy, so you can’t come in loudly, right?”
“Baby. “If you’re busy, you shouldn’t come in.”
“… No, that’s true, but… “When my sister said that, something didn’t make sense to me.”
“Let me touch you?”
I quickly snapped at the gesture of slightly raising the empty hand that wasn’t holding a beer glass.
“Anyway, sister. I showed Kernax the item from before yesterday, right? The response was very good. “I said I would write an official letter today and send it to the lord to immediately report it to the higher-ups and supply supplies to the soldiers.”
“Well, I guess so.”
My sister sipped her beer, saying it was a natural reaction, then quickly got up and left.
“Follow me.”
“Yep.”
To be honest, I have never seen my sister working properly except when she cooks me free meals.
The real reason is that he is sitting in the kitchen because the beer kegs are stored in the kitchen.
“Sister. Please be humane and clean up your room. “It’s not some kind of congratulatory speech.”
“Well said. Clean up when you leave.”
This kind of thing.
Anyway, this damn bastard.
“I believe that he handled the items well as I paid attention to them.”
“Of course. “I don’t want to suffer anywhere.”
The sister nodded and pushed the chair next to him with her foot.
“Sit down instead of standing because your neck hurts.” “Why is this guy as big as a woman?”
“Is this a compliment?”
“Well, that’s fine. Anyway. It’s annoying to repeat the same thing, so I’ll skip what I said last time… “That bitch Kernax saw the item, so if there is no major incident, Count Filoria will send someone to check the item within this month.”
“I hope you come as soon as possible. “It’s not that difficult to prepare the items.”
“It’s not difficult… That… “What did you call it?”
“I am a night fairy.”
“What a name… “I don’t know if men have good sense.”
“…”
What can I say?
I feel like a dagger suddenly flew into my heart and struck me.
“So how many days does it take to make one night fairy?”
“How many days do you think it will take?”
“You son of a bitch. “Would I have asked you if I knew that?”
“Oh, no, it’s just…” “Why are you so angry about something I asked because I was curious too?”
Perhaps it was because they had brought in someone who had been drinking beer, or perhaps because the alcohol component was not distributed along the way, but the stomach seemed to be becoming more violent at a faster rate than usual.
“I can make 10 a day.”
“Can you use magic?”
“I sometimes fantasize about being a wizard.”
“…”
I was joking to lighten the mood, but she didn’t even react and was lost in thought while scratching her chin. But that lasts only a moment.
“Hey.”
“Yep. Sister.”
“So, can you make some chestnuts right now?”
“It is possible as long as you have the materials. And a night fairy.”
“Ah, take care of your name. “Then what are those ingredients?”
It’s a name that I put a lot of thought into, but it hurts me to say that…
Of course, I knew that I would be in trouble if I complained openly, so I only slightly stuck out my lips to answer her question.
“There is no special material, but the one I showed you last time was made with iron ingots.”
“… Iron ingot, no wait. Don’t you have any set ingredients? So does that mean you can make it with something else?”
“I don’t know because I haven’t tried it, but anything is probably possible.”
“Ah-!! “Shut up for a moment.”
My sister tapped my pouting lips with the palm of her hand! After thinking about it, I fell into deep thought again.
I rubbed my buttocks and waited for her to open her mouth.
This time, after some time had passed, she came out of her thoughts and spoke to me.
“So…”
“Night fairy.”
“Yeah, that one. “You mean it was made of iron?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“It’s a secret.”
“I know who this chew is as a hog. Did you know this guy could use magic? No, I don’t feel any magic power… ?”
My sister, who suddenly took off on her own, shook my neck and let me go as if something was strange. After repeating this several times, she calmly put my butt back on the chair.
“Therefore… Are you saying that if I give you iron or something, you can make it out of that piece of cloth?”
“That’s right. But sister.”
“What the fuck?”
“Those eyes are really fucking scary right now. “I feel like I’m going to pee, so let’s open my face.”
“Oh~? Ah… “I’m a little excited.”
She touched his face with both hands, then nodded his head and cutely bit the area around his eyes.
After a while, my sister’s eyes returned to their usual fierce look.
The fierce impression is the same, but this one feels much softer.
“Huh~ Then it’s Smith. “If we bring better materials, of course we can make better products, right?”
“That’s right. Sister.”
“Okay. I see. “I’m asking just in case, but I’m sure there’s no one who knows this other than me, right?”
“Yep. “It’s just you.”
“Okay. Then, for the time being, make it using only that iron as the material. No, if possible, it would be best not to use any other materials. “You know what I’m talking about, right?”
I nodded quietly.
If this becomes known to the outside world, it will be posted somewhere! This may be because there is a risk that the probability of being kidnapped will greatly increase.
Anyway, this guy’s competence…
“Anyway, you damn troublesome bastard…”
“Uh huh, I, the face of our city, must be a nuisance.”
“You’re a bastard who sits around without doing anything, just kills time, gets paid, and eats away at nothing.”
“… “I really regret it.”
There were quite a few points I wanted to refute, but I, Smith. A man who knows how to read the mood. Therefore, the Jodong-Ari was shut down.
“Ha~ I just happened to get pushed into such a troublesome job… Anyway, dude. “You quit being a receptionist and make a piece of cloth.”
“Is it okay for you to decide that?”
“Ah, I will tell that bitch, the branch manager, so just do it. Do you understand?”
I just nodded my head at the woman who asked me a question that was more than powerful and threatening.
“Good. So how many ingots does it take to make one? One?”
“Uh, yep. It goes in one at a time.”
“Hmm, really? So, let’s say one ingot is 9 silver coins and a piece of cloth is 25 silver coins. You can have 16 silver coins left for each. Hey. Every time you sell one, pay 10 silver to the guild.”
“… “10 silver coins?”
Something seemed different from the story I heard last time, so I blinked.
“Ah, bastard. “The guild will buy you iron ingots, so think of it as donating 1 silver coin to the guild for every one sold.”
“… Sister. “Do slaves even make donations these days?”
“It’s Smith.”
“Yep.”
“From today onwards, shall I teach you what real slavery is?”
“Now that you think about it, isn’t 10 silver coins a bit small? “It takes about 12 silver coins to feel like a donation.”
“Just give me 10 silver coins.”
“Yep. Sister. But sister. If you buy it at a blacksmith shop run by an acquaintance of Kernax, you can buy it for about 6 silver coins per iron ingot.”
“Arthur. 그거 다 케르낙스 그년한테 빚지는 거야 이 새끼야. And if it’s a blacksmith, shouldn’t those bastards be able to use it too? “I need it, but what if they tell me they can’t sell it because I have to use it?”
“Hmm, what you said is correct. “I was short-thinking.”
Actually, that won’t happen because there will be a surplus of ingredients.
“Then, I’ll take care of getting the iron. “Let’s get back to business tomorrow.”
“Sales? “Didn’t you say that you would take care of that?”
“Oh, I did. But I think it’s because you think it’s better for a million times that you come out of the same year than the same year. “
Well, if I, the face of this city, promoted it myself, the effect would be amazing.
The reason made perfect sense, so I nodded my head.
“Then what should I do?”
“Oh, seriously, it’s so simple, you just have to come here until lunch tomorrow. I’ll tell you how to do it then. Do you understand?”
It felt uncomfortable, but I nodded.
“Good. Then I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch, you bastard. “If you get away with fucking me like I did yesterday, I’ll turn you into a real male prostitute.”
“Sister. “I’ll just sleep here today.”
“Stop fucking doing it, clean up the room and get out.”
The sister casually blurted out a story that made her balls shrink and left the room.
