Kujonin Chapter 101

Kujonin
Author: Hanabokuro
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The next place is Margaret-san's mansion.

"I came for the job."

When I said so, for some reason I was served tea and seated on the terrace.

In the garden, the humanified Red Dragon and Black Dragon-san are tending the plants. It seems like they're returning it to the state before they had slept, so you could also say they're making their beds.

"My apologies for last night. I'd gotten drunk."

"It's alright. It was a fun banquet, after all."

Margaret-san said as she smiled and drank her tea.

"Is it fine to do the extermination and cleaning?"

"Aah, later on I'll entrust the kitchen to you. Furthermore…"

Margaret-san fidgeted.

What is it? Did I forget something? I didn't make promises or anything while I was drunk, right?

"Ah-! That's right!"

I took a communication bag out from my item bag and handed it to Margaret-san.

"This is it, it is. It really is a complicated magic circle, isn't it! Granny, Granny!"

While looking at the magic circle, Margaret-san called her maid, Granny.

"Yes, yes; oh my! Is this the aforementioned communication bag?"

"This is it. This, how far is it able to handle?"

"I think it's all fine. It's a s.p.a.ce magic circle, so it's able to connect all the way to the Kingdom of Arisfey."

Margaret-san and Granny both looked at the communication bag, going, "Amazing, amazing."

Margaret-san's communication bag has the restriction that it can't connect to G.o.d. The church would have a huge objection to being able to connect to G.o.d, I bet.

"Red Dragon."

When Margaret-san used the communication bag with a small voice, Red Dragon, who was cutting a tree branch, turned and faced her with,

"What is it?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Umu. Your voice is coming from the communication bag."

Margaret-san and Granny were excitedly making a fuss with, "Kyaa, kyaa!"

"With this I can always ask about Naoki-kun's ideas, correct?"

"Eh? Well, that's true, but I'll have work on my end, so please don't do so too frequently."

"I know. And so, is there anything you can think of right now?"

"Additions to making the tollroads, right?"

"Even if it's not limited to the tollroads, if it's something the Ruginia Alliance can do, anything is fine."

"If that's the case, I don't know where it could go, but how about a racetrack? Make the feehorses race so you can bet money."

"For betting?"

Margaret-san asked.

"That's right. Determine the odds by popularity, and predict which one will be first."

"Nn-! Granny! Paper and pen!"

"Yes yes!"

As if she had already made preparations, Granny quickly came bringing paper, pen, and inkwell.

Rustling the papers, Margaret-san wrote "Plans regarding racetracks."

I explained things like how the race track should be, the location of the spectators seats, and drafts of the races. I don't know much about them personally from my previous world, so it's information from games and TV.

"If you gather the fast and powerful feehorses, wouldn't the tollroads' development be easier?"

"I think it would be good to do it particularly in places that are difficult to establish industry, like the wasteland."

She said as her pen scratched away. She's a dexterous person. It seems like I'd just mess up the paper if it was me.

"Aah, I'll have to tell Alfred about this."

"Ah, if that's the case, there's a girl named Cynthia in HillLake's Gnomefield, so try contacting her with the communication bag. He might be near there."

When I said so, Margaret-san contacted Cynthia and introduced herself.

Cynthia interacted with her while being surprised.

It appears that Alfred-san still hasn't returned from the capital, so there's only the young spokesman.

"But this is overwhelmingly faster than a letter."

Margaret-san said when she finished the correspondence.

"If you use it for too long you could develop mana deficiency, so I'll hand this over as well."

I took the magic recovery syrup out of the item bag and handed it to Margaret-san.

"It might be better to mix it in with tea when you use it."

Granny said. Granny looked at the bottle as if she was seeing something rare.

"Then I'll go and clean the kitchen, okay?"

"Thank you. Isn't it about time to take a break?"

Margaret-san called the dragons for tea and I headed to the kitchen.

Tea for the dragons was already prepared, and Granny came to get it.

The kitchen in the Margaret House was kept meticulously clean so there was practically nothing to be done, but the stone oven and stove were dirty so I used Cleanup. The stove won't light without kindling, so it seems very troublesome.

I drew a heating magic circle on a board and explained how to use it to Granny, who had returned to the kitchen.

"My word, oh my!"

She was surprised.

When I said,

"It seemed like it would be an ordeal to light the fire, so."

Granny said,

"It's not that bad."

A fireball floated above Granny's index finger. That's right. You just need a single use of magic to light a fire.

"My apologies. I was being too meddlesome."

"No, thank you. With this it seems like I won't be inhaling much smoke so it helps."

Previously Granny had caught a cold that bothered her respiration. She might be weak towards it.

"Should I make a diagnosis while I'm here?"

"Diagnosis?"

"Yes, I recently acquired the Diagnosis Skill."

"Could I trouble you to try it out?"

"Aah, you don't have to remove your clothes."

I touched Granny's hand and tried using the Diagnosis Skill.

Her organs are completely visible. She's practically like a human model.

When I looked at Granny's lungs, it seems to be working without anything out of the ordinary. I don't have any medical knowledge, so I don't really understand what I'm seeing. However, I somehow knew her knees were bad. Is that the effect of the Diagnosis Skill?

For now I handed over a recovery potion in case she caught another cold and told her to do knee exercises while she's seated.

On the way back, Red Dragon and Black Dragon-san came and said,

"We will be returning to the island around evening."

'I see. You were a great help this time."

"Please tell everyone to be well."

"If anything happens, call us."

I already said goodbye to Red Dragon and Black Dragon-san once at Gnomefield, so there wasn't anything in particular to say. I handed over recovery potions and magic recovery syrup for a souvenir.

With Margaret-san waving, I left her mansion.

The next location is the long-awaited brothels.

I left the brothel cleaning jobs for last so I could overtime as long as I wanted.

Furthermore, there were many work cases.

I went happily, but reality was cruelly different.

Every place in the brothel was dirty and it won't be solved only with Cleanup.

Borrowing a barrel, I set it up with wind and water magic to be a was.h.i.+ng machine and washed sheets forever. Drying the sheets on the roof, once again I headed to the next room. I can hear the sounds of male-female activities in the room next door.

I wanted to try using Diagnosis Skill by uselessly shaking hands in the prost.i.tutes' waiting room, but I can't see anything but what's under the skin, so there wasn't any eroticism at all. Furthermore, thanks to listening to the backstage conversations between the prost.i.tutes, I can't see them as anything but businesswomen. I respect each and every prost.i.tute who puts in extraordinary effort to draw in customers.

Also, no matter which brothel it was, they all paid very well.

"Next time come as our customer, okay?"

So saying, they tempted me as they paid the commission.

Recovery potions were pretty much sold out.

Finis.h.i.+ng the last brothel job, I left the red light district muttering, "Let's go work."

I was surprised that I would leave the red light district muttering such unthinkable words.

Before returning to the inn, I headed to the s.h.i.+pyard.

Our boat had been repaired and looked great; the said we could depart as soon as tomorrow.

Guided by a dockworker, I looked inside the s.h.i.+p and there was the captain's quarters, as well as the kitchen, crew rooms, and storeroom and the like as well.

I don't know much about the rest of it, so let's ask Seth.

When I disembarked from the s.h.i.+p, Velsa and Seth were there.

"You came to look?"

"Yeah."

"At long last, isn't it?"

Seems like Seth, who can finally be the captain and move the s.h.i.+p, is excited.

It was time for the sun to sink beneath the horizon when we left the s.h.i.+pyard.

Returning to the inn, I ate dinner with all the employees. The jobs ended without any big troubles, and we even earned enough funds.

Departure was decided to be the day after tomorrow; tomorrow will be slotted for shopping.

I told each of them to make a shopping list tonight so we won't forget anything and returned to the room.

As I climbed into bed, the sound of the waves that I could still hear were frightfully loud.

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