Chapter 18: 18 Episode 16: Good going, paying for returning

"The handsome swindler, Ova Yashiro, knows..."

Oh, my gosh.Oh, my. Oh, oh my god.

In a different world, modern technology is useful, and...

Japanese food sells!

To be exact, the food familiar to the Japanese is --

What's more, it doesn't have to be so pompous.

The so-called "rare" bites customers interestingly.

Curry, hamburger, spaghetti Napolita, etc.

But you don't have to be so particular about it. The point is how to attract attention.

So, what I want to recommend is this!

Tetetetae! "Rabbit, apple!

It's easy to make and cute!

Just by placing it a little next to the lunch plate, women and children work.

Cute things sell anywhere in the world!

So when I came back to the Yodamari-tei after I had donated money to the church, I was busy making rabbits and apples in my room. Jeanette is in charge of the preparation of the lunch box. Estella and Magda will also be helping.

Bring two large apples and make them into rabbits. Eight rabbits are produced in one piece, with a total of 16 rabbits on the plate.

I'm sure it's a perfect piecemeal. It's so cute. Like a high school girl, "Isn't that crazy?"

Even though I'm 16 years old and 36 years old, it's so cute that I can't help but be excited.

This... It sells!

Make a lady's plate and add a little bit of rabbit apple and you'll be able to catch fashionable girls easily. I'm eating and drinking.

Moreover, it's easy to make and anyone can do it as long as they learn how to do it. In no time, it caused a great movement in the 42 wards, and its grand head temple, Yodamari-tei, became well-known. The number of customers has increased and the profits have exploded.

Rabbits save the dining room!

Now, as I stood up for a presentation, I was knocked on the door at the right time.

"Yasilo, your lunch is ready."

"Why don't you help me a little too? Your idea, isn't it?"

"... Magda, I helped you."

Three daughters rush into my room.

Come on, don't let yourself in. It's a private area.

"And what have you been doing?"

Estella's eyes stare at me, "You weren't playing, were you?"

Of course!

I had produced a savior to save this restaurant.

Wouldn't I be very rich if I patented this?

"Look at my masterpiece!"

"Wow!"

"... oh,"

"This is..."

Jeanette smiles, Magda exclaims, and Estella observes with a keen eye like an appraiser.

"I cut an apple into a rabbit shape."

"You're amazing! You're so cute, Yashiro!"

"... so cute."

Hmmm, the response is excellent. It's just as I intended.

"And what are you going to do with this apple?"

"Wouldn't you think you'd like to go with the lunch plate?"

"I think so! I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that she's cute!"

"...I want to take it home."

Yeah. I suppose so. You think so, right?

"... so what are you going to do?"

Estella is the only one with ain't convinced.

Or rather, he looks somewhat disgusted. ... what, do you hate apples?

"You eat nothing, whatever you do,"

"What..."

"...what?"

As soon as I said I'd eat, the atmosphere in the place froze.

Jeanette's smile has hardened and Magda looks as if she's lost her soul.

Oh, no... What's that?

It's an apple.

You're going to eat, aren't you?

"Eat.........? This one?"

"Oh, oh. What? You're going to eat apples, aren't you?"

You don't eat it in this city? You don't say "Because it's red" like salmon, do you?

Pick up a rabbit apple to try a bite.

"'Oh!'"

Jeanette and Magda shouted in unison.

...what, I was going to eat an apple.

"Ah, Mr. Yashiro... That rabbit... Are you really going to eat it?"

"What? It's an apple. Don't you eat it in this city?"

"No, I'll have an apple. It's very delicious. But..."

Jeanette made a very serious face and said funny things like that.

"That rabbit is so cute, isn't it?"I'd like to say... That's why. 　Oh, my God. I'm getting too emotional. Just like an apple in the shape of ahare.　I ignored Jeanette and Magda and bit the rabbit apple. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "...what do you copy?"　Estella's knife is pointed to my throat. "That's my line.""No, it's this line.""No, it's this line.""It's definitely my line.""This way!""This way!""Oh, you two! Then why don't you say that?"　Ready?"Here we go! Here we go!"`What do you copy!'"Yes, well done.""What's this! What's the point?"　It was a complete waste of time. "What's wrong with you, Estella? Do you want to eat too?""Can't you do that?"　Close your eyelids tightly, turn away and Estella exhales. "I love cute things!"　...what are you saying?"No... It's an apple. Look carefully.""Stop it! Don't get too close to me! I'm so emotional!""I understand, Mr. Estella!"　No, it's exaggerated. Don't get it, Jeanette. "If you're going to eat the rabbit... Jiro, I'm going to kill you and I said."It's heavy!"　What? Is this apple your child?"Look! It's just an apple! Hold it! Look! Eat it!""Stop it! If you stroke it, you'll surely be unable to let go! But I know that apples will change color the next day... no, they'll rot in a few hours...!""What!"　No, "What!" Because it's an apple!"I'd rather have such a sad experience than that... I'd never get used to it from the beginning!""That's why you exaggerate!"　by all means 　Apparently, Rabbit apples are a failure. If they are overreacted to this extent, they will not be able to do business. 　It's not going to be done, so I put my finger on it to tear off the rabbit apple's ear. 　Magda gently grips the hand. "...don't be cruel to living things,""You must have been dancing and eating bulls!"　I don't want you alone to tell me!"...the rabbit is cuter than the cow.""That remark is pretty bad,"　I feel more sorry for cows. "What... I thought I could use it to attract customers to Yodamari-tei."　You're dead. It's a disaster. "Oh, you know...!"　Jeanette calls out to me, who looks rather dented. "I'm really happy that Mr. Jiro worked hard on it, and it's not a bad idea in itself... but I think it's a very nice idea. If it's done, I think the customers will like it.""But you're not going to eat it, are you?""That's...""Apples are food. You can't make them uneaten. Isn't it a common understanding in this city that it's not good to play with food?""I am sure... but...　They seem to be trying to cheer me up, but if it doesn't work, it's meaningless. And if it doesn't work, I can't accept it myself. 　That's enough. 　I'll enjoy this apple later on, in the absence of course. "I'll take responsibility for this, so don't worry. ... I'll never make it again.""Oh, my God!"　Jeanette calls me down when I try to put down a plate with apples on it. 　with a determined look on one's face "Wow, I... I... I'll eat!"　Then he clenched his fists and said in a squeezing voice. "I can't believe I'm going to give up the idea that Mr. Yashiro thought of without considering it... I don't like it! So I'm going to eat it!"　say so and take an apple from the plate 「…………」　A rabbit gazes at an apple and squeals. 　It will come from extreme tension, not from the feeling of "deliciousness." "......and then.........I was there,......I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry if it hurts...but I'll take it!""No, that's enough! Don't push yourself!"　Jeanette began to shed tears at last.You don't have to force yourself to eat. 　I'll take the rabbit's apple and stroke Jeanette's head as she tries to wear it out. "You did a great job..."　Is it a scene to say, this one?"...I'm sorry.........I just couldn't eat it.""Well, I can't help it,"　Or rabbits eat normally, right?　It's probably a rudimentary game to hunt. 　So why are Estella and Magda applauding Jeanette?　Nice fighting? That's noisy. 　I wasted my time and energy on something unnecessary. 　I thought it was a staple of bento, but rabbit apples are dead. I think we need to gather information about the tastes and beliefs of the people in this city, what they are attracted to and what they avoid. 　I've faced new challenges, but I'm fine with them one after all. 　It's hunting now. 　That's why we came to the gate of 41 wards with a large lunch box in hand. 　The Forty‐two wards are not equipped with gates to get out, but the nearest one is this Forty‐one wards. 　Having a gate in place has the advantage of being able to collect an entrance tax, but it costs more money, time and effort to guard and maintain the gate. 　And gates in unattractive places like the 42 wards have little traffic and no income to be expected. 　Outside of the 42 wards is a forest, which also reduces traffic. Few people travel on foot, and most people in and out of the city use horse-drawn cars. If so, we need well-maintained roads. It's nonsense to drive through the woods. 　Forty‐two wards are barely reached through the woods. 　I could tear the gatekeeper to pieces. 　That's why the 42 wards are one of the few wards that have no gates, even though they are located on the periphery of All Bloom. They say there are other wards that don't have gates, but there must be some problems or reasons for that. 　The gate of the 41st leg is...... Well, 41 wards are not that big of a city. It's a little better than 42 wards. 　A big wooden gate over 20 meters high is surrounded by a staunch stone gate ... until ... but it's a little too old. If you want to do that, you'll be able to break it down by dozens of them. 　Can we protect ourselves from animals at this gate? Can't we rob them of any kind?　The gatekeepers must be vigilantes in the 41st Ward. Dozens of soldiers are all dressed in the same type of armor. A flag with a lion emblem is fluttering beside the gate. "I don't understand the meaning of the 42nd Ward permit being effective when I pass through the gates of the 41st Ward?""Well, it's like socializing. We both have different intentions like, 'I'll accommodate you if something happens, so please forgive me.'""Yes,"　Estella brought me my entry card. Rather than my entry card, it acts like a temporary residence card for the 42 wards. 　Incidentally, it doesn't seem to cost money to get out of town. 　There is no tax on taking things out of town. 　It costs a lot of money at the beginning of the school, and there's a tax on bringing things in. 　It seems that if you take out your lunch box like this time and take it home before you finish it, you'll be taxed. ...Oh, my God. I'm relieved to hear that containers are not subject to taxation. 　Most of the food you bring out is bread and dried meat, which is for sale. If you don't tax them, you'll be able to bring bread and dried meat into the city tariff-free, saying, "This is leftovers." That would cost bakeries and butchers in the city. That's how to prevent them from doing so. 　...or you won't be able to sell me a lunch box. Well, when you start saying that, the lines get blurred and you'll be in trouble. 　The process of leaving the gate was surprisingly simple, and I was able to get out right away. 　Getting started seems to be a lot of trouble, but it's easy to get out. "It costs 1200Rb for three of us to enter the school."　As I left the gate, a soldier from the vigilante said such a thing. 　Magdas are not counted because they have membership cards for hunting guilds. 　They say that peddling guilds, hunting guilds, and sea fishing guilds often go outside the outer walls for work, so they pay an introductory tax on a yearly basis. 　Therefore, if you don't have anything to pay taxes on, you won't be charged by the unit. 　However, any resident who is not a member of the guild is charged money on each entry. "You'd better leave without 1200Rb. You won't be able to go home.""It's all right. We've got it ready."　Estella replies with a touch of displeasure. 　I thought this soldier, Ossan, was a kind guy, but he didn't... he seemed to be in the middle of asking, "Do people in the 42 wards have 1,200Rb?" "Well, then, let's go early. It's a waste of time selling oil here."　Estella leads us in an irresistible tone. 　Well...　After walking about two steps, I suddenly stopped and looked back at the gate. Then I saw the soldier Ossan, who had just been there, shaking his yawn in his leisure. "Yasilo, what's wrong?"　Jeanette runs up to me and asks if she realizes I've stopped. 　Like Jeanette, Magda, who was still expressionless, and Estella, who was still angry, returned to me. "I thought I could pass 500Rb."　When I say so in a fluttering tone, Estella's eyes set in an instant. "I don't think you're going to make up for the shortage by making counterfeit coins."　Hey, don't buy me too expensive. 　Can you make a counterfeit coin here without any preparation? "No,""What are you going to do then?""What do you think you'll do?"　I dared to answer the question to Jeanette, who was so innocent that she was too defenseless. I was wondering how she would answer it, though most of the time I expected it. "Well... well..."　Jeanette, shaking her head from side to side, suddenly shone her expression after a moment of hesitation, and then she said as boldly as she could. "All right! You make enough money by helping the vigilantes!"　He looks as if he were going to... 　I'm sorry I'm so confident, but I don't know a thing. 　That wouldn't be a 500Rb pass, and it would be cheaper to pay a regular price than to spend a lot of effort on such a thing. "Then will you sell anything of value?"I've been making light of Jeanette's remarks with only her facial expression, and Estella will now give me her answer. "So that would deviate from the "500Rb" requirement, wouldn't it?"　If you make up for the shortfall with something else, it's as meaningless as you're being cut off after all. 　... No, wait. If you can squeeze more money than you deserve, could you make a profit, let alone free? "Say something nice, Estella. Jeanette. Give me the see-through pants you're wearing now.""Huh!"　Jeanette's strange voice turned red in an instantaneously. "How do you know what it is? Did you see it, Jiro?""No, I said it only by intuition, but are you wearing it now?"　This is the most impressive guy I've ever seen in the courtyard. 　My gaze involuntarily turns to Jeanette's waist. 　Jeanette puts her hands against me, hiding her waist, and backs away from me. "Because going out of the outer wall is not like that, and you suddenly get excited... What do you make me say? Confess! Confess!"　I see. Does Jeanette tend to wear competitive pants? "But, Jeanette. He's that old man. That see-through pants you've thrown off are double the entry tax for three people, let alone double the entry tax."　I suddenly felt a cold sensation on my neck as I tried to persuade him. 　When I realize my own crisis unconsciously, I stop talking and look at it. 　A 20-centimeter-long knife was pointed close to my neck, and Estella, who grips the knife's handle, slowly asked me with a look of madness. "Which do you prefer, confession now or decapitation now? I'll give you three seconds.""I'm sorry!"　As quick as a reflex, I apologized. 　Scary, scary, scary! You can do it seriously, so it's too scary!"Oh, my God. If you don't joke too much, you'll have a hard time someday."　That's what I want to say to you, who puts a knife in your pocket. 　Don't point a knife at people even if you're joking. If you're serious, I'd like you to stop. 　I don't care how many lives you have."　Suddenly the cuffs were tugged at. 　As I looked at it, Magda, holding my clothes by the sleeve, gazed straight into my face. "Huh? What is it?""... Magda's pants... do you have them?""Yasilo!""Mr. Jillo!"　Both Estella and Jeanette raise voices of condemnation. 　So I haven't said anything yet, have I?　"I'm sorry, Magda. In my country, girls' belongings are caught just for possession."「……？」　The gesture of tilting the neck is expressionless and adorable, but it's obvious that there's no point in explaining it further, so leave Magda alone for now. 　Uh... wait, wait, wait. 　Shall I ask Magda just in case? I'm interested in what kind of wisdom she'll draw out? 　This kind of blank idea sometimes breaks the deadlock with a sharp cut. 　If this idea works, I'll make good use of it in the future. "Magda, what would you do to get through the gate at 500Rb?"「…………」　Magda folds her arms and ponders. 　Then, he gently raises his head and replies in an uninflected voice. "...I'll do my best.""Yes, I see. I'm at fault."　I was stupid to expect something from him. 　I'm in the middle of a rare reflection in recent years. 　Oh, my gosh, I can't help but get them all together.""I'm going to give you a demonstration now, so just wait and see."　I left the three of them there and went to Ossan, the soldier I had just mentioned. 　Ossan, a soldier, looks as free as ever. 　The other soldiers didn't change much, but I saw that Ossan was particularly insincere. 　He seems to be the oldest of them, and that's why no one can blame him for it. That's why he's so lazy. 　That Ossan is definitely the most appropriate target. "What is it? I'm sorry, but once you've gone out, you'll have to pay an introductory tax."　I'm going to talk to Ossan, who pretends to be kind but laughs obscenely. "Actually, I have something to talk to you about,"　That's what I say, and I move my index finger a little and send a signal to listen. 　said Ossan, with no sign of doubt. 　I'll plant seeds of corruption in such an ossan. `I'm talking about -- --'　Picking up the point and putting it succinctly, we could see that Ossan's eyes had changed distinctly, albeit with the same expression. "What do you think? Three of us, 500Rb. Can you let me in?""Well, if that's the case...""Wait a minute!"　Estella interrupted as Ossan nodded. 　I saw three people standing behind me, including Jeanette and Magda. "What were you talking about?""Huh? So I'm going to talk to you about whether you're going to pass by at 500Rb...""That's why I'm listening to it,"　Estella puts her hand in her pocket. 　OK, OK. I'll talk to you properly. Don't stare at me like that. And don't take out the knife."No way. I'll wrap you around 500Rb, so you'll sneak me through. Just three of you, 'What I didn't do,' and that's not a problem, is it?"　All we have to do is give us a little slow blink as we pass through the gate. 　And if you pretend to write on the books, no one will notice. 　That's all the money this Ossan gets, apart from his salary, 500Rb 500. 　We go up cheap and Ossan makes extra money. 　This is exactly what a win‐win relationship looks like. "You shouldn't take it seriously, soldier, for cheating is execution without commutation. The guy who guided you is guilty of the same crime.""Yes, I know!"　Estella points out that the soldier Ossan is visibly upset. 　Oh, no. He doesn't know how to tell a lie. 　The end of the story is that on the day you get bribes, your boss can't stand it and brag and dig your grave. "Really. You really come up with all the bad things.""It's just that there's such a way,""You must keep an eye on it, after all,"　Estella glares at me. 　So it's an analogy. ... Well, if that's the case, it's a way to choose without hesitation. 　But this planted the seeds of corruption in this soldier's boss. 　People who find out that there's a way to do it, even if they think it's not good, suddenly fall into the sweet delusion that if they do it... 　The rest depends on Ossan's heart. 　If Ossan's heart is weak, he'll turn to the evil; if he's strong, he won't. That's all. 　It doesn't matter to me whether this Ossan gets involved in evil or corrupts. 　Well, it's a bit of a retort. 　You're so condescending of others that you're going to overlook that Temae's feet are beginning to crumble. 　the end of a gate through which such a fire was shed 　The place was a stretch of plain. 　There are probably few horse‐drawn cars coming in here. The roads are not as well maintained as they are. "...this is the gate used mainly by the members of the hunting guild."　Magda simply explains. 　Now that you mention it, there are men all over the place dressed like that. "...most of us have a party together."　After saying so, Magda starts walking carrying a masakari. 　Walk ahead of us and we will follow. 　After a few moments Magda was left alone..."... It's been a long time since I walked with someone like this."　He muttered such words. 　Has this guy ever been out hunting alone? 　But it's probably not the first time in a while. 　Considering his age, it seems to refer to the time he accompanied his parents. 　Magda's ears twitching as she walks in front of him. 　It's as if you're listening to our footsteps walking behind you. "...I'll do my best today."　The unaccompanied word, muttered unaccompanied by no one, sounded somewhat amused. 　But......you'll eat as much as you've worked hard. 　Moderation is the best. 　After walking for a while, simple tents began to be scattered here and there. 　Are they securing a place for the forest to grow closer and become their base? "I see. They can't go any further because they have to cook."　Estella makes such an inference. 　In addition to travel time, setting up a tent around here would be the most efficient considering cooking time and return time. 　If you don't stay overnight, you can't go out that far. "Then shall we set up a tent here?"　Jeanette says such a thing, but..."No, I'll go further,""Yes. We don't have to cook because of the lunch box. Besides, if we go where people don't go, there will be plenty of prey."　Estella is right. 　You can't succeed if you do the same thing as others. 　You must take the initiative in doing what people don't do. 　Hunters who notice us going ahead without setting up a tent laugh at us. They say whatever they want, "I'm greedy and I'm going to run away with my prey" or "There's a reckless idiot." 　Jeanette takes such words seriously and looks uneasy. 　However, such words are ignored or ignored. Only a man who says such things easily mimics a successful man and digs his grave. 　If you can believe that you are right, you can only ignore the outfield voice. 　But you can accept the precondition that even if you fail, you can't blame anyone. "...there are beasts that sell well in the woods.""Well, that's what I'm going to target today,"　We go for a big shot, not a steady income. 　After all, we have an invincible tribe of tigers here. 　A little bit of a tricky race, but if you can master it, you'll be a strong earner. 　It is foolish of you to spare the trouble and say, 'It's hard to use.' 　In some cases, the most difficult game is the one that is hard to manipulate. It's hard to master, but once you get it yourself, you're not pushed or pushed. 　But if you're not good at it, you'll be half done. 　Half‐finished is the worst thing to do. If you do it, you do it, and if you don't do it, you do it once and for all. That's the basis for making money. 　That's why we go into the woods without hesitation. 　make one's way through a thick forest 　It is said that this forest extends to the 42 wards. 　...can't we go over the outer walls of the city along the trees?"The death penalty is for illegal entry.""...I understand,"　How did you know what I was thinking, Estella? I'm scared of you. "I see what I'm thinking on my face. You're easy to understand, aren't you?"　That's not the case. I'm a genius swindler.Ah, I'm a genius handsome swindler.

"...shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Suddenly Magda's feet stop.

lower one's posture and raise one's index finger near one's mouth

"………………near me."

Magda's cat ears twitch.

Well, it's a tiger's ear, to be exact.

Everyone holds their breath and the forest is enveloped in silence.

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We are all staring in the same direction as if we were following Magda's gaze.

Dressed like Magda's back, he focuses his attention on the depths of the forest where Magda looks.

a deafening silence

I feel suffocated. I feel the air is thin.

Besides, sweat spouts all over my body.

…it's hot.

I have such a bad feeling as if I were being battered by flames.

Is this the tension in the hunting ground.........it's hot.........it's really hot.

What? It's hot. It's hot. It's hot. It's hot. It's hot. It's hot.

It was so hot that I looked back.

Then... just behind me was a big cow, engulfed in flames.

"... oh, that was it."

"You're not good at sensing the signs!"

You've got your back all you want, and you're very close!?

Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo!

Cows, enveloped in blazing flames, are not burned by the flames, but glared at us with vivid eyes.

It's a beast's eye for prey.

"Is that Bonakon?"

say a name Estella has never heard of

Bonacon?

Is there a cow like that?

"The beast that lives in this forest..."To put it plainly, it's a monster."

Monster?

Is there such a thing!?

No, it's a different world where there are be beasts!

"... Be careful because Bonakon sends out burning dung when you get excited."

"Don't hate it, that attack!"

While we were talking, Bonacon began to turn his back on us.

Uh-huh-uhhhhhhuh!

The dung is flying away!

"Magda! Do something about it!"

"...leave it to me,"

As I said, Magda's whole body was covered with a glow of red."-My abbreviation ""Red Moya"" encapsulates it."

and a flash????

The matter was settled in an instant.

As Magda approaches Bonakon at a speed that is difficult for her to follow, she lightly wields a giant masakari and cuts it in two.

With absolute force, Magda kills Bonakon with one blow.

So here's the point.

"Magda! Hold it in! I'm starting to eat my lunch box right away!"

Without waiting to serve her lunch, Magda was still nibbling at the flame-stirring bonacons.

"JINNET, hurry up! Bonacon will eat up!"

"Yes, yes! Wow! Wait a minute.

Jeanette almost drops her bag in a hurry.

bustle out one's lunch box and start preparing one's meal

"No, Jiro! You've already eaten 60 percent of it!"

"d*mn it! I can't stop, Magda!"

Even though I know it's useless, I jump at Magda and, as usual, I'm thrown away.

I can't hold down even a second of commas.

"I'm ready! It's time to eat, Magda!"

"...!?"

Magda, who was clinging to Bonacon, reacts to Jeanette's lunch.

Really

Bonakon is raw meat, so it's not that good.

Magda knows Jeanette's lunch box tastes better.

That's why he reacted to his lunch box even when he was hungry and lost his ego.

"Magda! It's fried chicken!"

"...Eat!"

Magda throws away the flesh of Bonakon and jumps at it.

...no, don't throw it away.

I pick up the meat of Bonakon with Magda, who eats his lunch box with tremendous forcefully.

It's still a bit hot. But it's not as good as it can be.

"The loss is a little over eighty percent,"

Estella is handing me a bag of a little luxurious cloth.

"""It's a fabric that doesn't matter if you put in magical monster meat." It is strong enough to withstand the flames of Bonacon."

It's not because there are magical animals in the world that created it.

I don't know what the principle is, but it would be better than putting it in a regular bag.

"How much will it cost to sell, Bonacon?"

"Well, I don't know the right price, but I think it'll be a good price."

"What is the basis for that?"

"Bonacon is a luxury ingredient that can only be found in top-notch restaurants in Chuo Ward."

"Is that so?"

"Oh, I suppose you've only spoken of the nobility and some wealthy merchants?"

Oh, did Magda devour such precious meat without knowing the taste of it said.

You need to be disciplined. relatively severe

But it's a super high-end ingredient.

The meat left at hand is about 10 kilograms.I wonder how much this alone will cost... I'm really looking forward to it. "Well, let's go home,"　I'd like to go home early because I'm too excited about cashing out. 　I think it's going to work to get Magda a lunch box. 　You should have been attracted to your lunch box unconsciously. 　Even if you come hunting alone, you will not have to eat if you let them serve your lunch box from the beginning. 　Considering the introductory tax, we can't follow you. You may need to go with us until you get used to eating lunch. "I know you're in a hurry, but why don't we have dinner before that?""Well, now that you mention it, I'm hungry."　It's a victory celebration. 　Let's make a toast with a lunch box made with a little effort. 　he said, looking back."...I'm full."　There was an empty lunchbox, a mugda rubbing its stomach contentedly, and a panicked Jeanette. "Oh, uh... Mr. Magda's appetite never stopped... I couldn't stop her."　......Really. 　I've walked a long way to get here... ...and I've got to walk the same distance to get back to town."　in a deep forest 　We lost food... ...and we burned and shared bonaquon meat in tearsfully.

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