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"..." Kousaka Kyosuke remained unmoved, simply shaking his head slightly without saying a word.
He couldn't be bothered to care about such trivial matters.
I doubt I'll remember much of it in the future, so why bother?
The sign was stuck on the side of the road.
Just as Kousaka Kyosuke was about to leave, a faint, familiar sound of running echoed from the same source again.
He narrowed his eyes; this time he was a little angry.
"Never mind, let's clear out all the thieves in the suburbs first..."
Kousaka Kyosuke thought to himself.
It is estimated that due to the existence of monsters in Izumi Province, many people from that region have turned into robbers and thugs.
This is the new guy; he doesn't quite know the rules.
Let's establish some rules first.
Or should we put up a sign and display a bunch of corpses or heads as a warning?
Well, it might scare away the nobles who pass by, and then my reputation would be terrible.
In short, let's exert some deterrence first before discussing anything else.
"Kyosuke-sama——"
Calls came from behind.
Kousaka Kyosuke turned around and saw Su Chang waving and running towards him. He smiled and said, "I'll be back in a bit."
After saying that, he went straight to clean up the trash.
Su Chang, who had just arrived, saw Kosaka Kyosuke turn into a fleeting figure and noticed that he seemed a little uneasy. She couldn't help but glance at the five people beside her who looked utterly shocked.
Their gazes were inevitably drawn to the red-haired girl among the five.
Su Chang felt that this aura was somewhat similar to that of Ichinose Honami, Kushida Kikyo, and others.
"Kyosuke-sama, come back later..."
"Who are these people? Should we take them back first?"
"Let's ask first."
Several thoughts flashed through her mind before Su Chang looked at the red-haired girl and asked her a question.
After getting married, she didn't really like communicating with men.
Two quarters of an hour later.
After cleaning up the surrounding garbage, Kyosuke Kousaka returned to the government office and gathered some firemen to patrol the outskirts.
To prevent some people who are fleeing normally from encountering accidents.
For him, fulfilling his duties was still very necessary.
As long as you can accept it in your heart, that's fine.
His gaze inadvertently lingered on a dark dot in the distance. Kousaka Kyosuke clearly saw a person lying on the side of the roadside grass. Without thinking much, he took out a multigrain cake wrapped in leaves from his spatial storage and threw it over.
"Okay, let's go back to the manor."
"Wine! Please give me wine, my lord!"
"..."
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and Kousaka Kyosuke looked at the person who sat up and suddenly did a dogeza (a deep, prostration position).
His hoarse voice, which also subtly conveyed a sense of boldness, was quite unique.
Lazy, charming but not cloying.
Kyosuke Kosaka was somewhat attracted and moved over.
"My lord, even a weaker drink would be fine—"
The demands of beggars are decreasing.
Kousaka Kyosuke was thinking that if the second believer that Tsukuyomi encountered was this kind of person, he would probably be lying in his bedchamber, not caring about anything anymore.
"Ah! My divine being, I'll even lick your feet, mmm..."
A woman in her late twenties, dressed in light blue linen clothes and looking somewhat dirty, with squinty eyes and purple hair, hurriedly spoke as she saw Kousaka Kyosuke approaching.
The muffled sounds continued.
That's because the purple-haired woman put the multigrain cake that Kousaka Kyosuke had just thrown into her mouth.
"Isn't this a bit greedy? Getting something for nothing is not a good thing."
"Sigh~ I want to rely on myself, but all I can do right now is sing. I used to have an instrument, but it's gone, oh no—"
A painful sobbing sound rang out.
The purple-haired woman kept patting her chest, her eyes red, reaching out to Kyosuke Kosaka as if pleading for help.
Kyosuke Kosaka was speechless. He raised his hand and conjured a ball of water, which flew into the purple-haired woman's mouth.
"Well……"
The purple-haired woman crouched down, covering her throat with both hands.
Based on the purple-haired woman's appearance, Kyosuke Kosaka once again stirred up the deep-seated mechanical memories in his mind, just like yesterday.
Hearing the woman's shameless words, her mention of musical instruments, and her desire to drink, it was hard for him not to have some suspicions.
[Kikuri Hiroi, bassist, vocalist, and leader of the band "SICK HACK"...]
A series of pieces of information flooded into Kyosuke Kousaka's mind.
Even with just the most basic information, Kyosuke Kosaka felt that this person was someone he could take in.
Since you know how to use a bass, you should be able to do the same thing by trying a five-stringed pipa.
If all else fails, we can take the opportunity to help manufacture modern musical instruments such as guitars and basses... Komachi and that socially awkward person might be much happier when they come into contact with musical instruments.
Kyosuke Kosaka pondered this in secret, feeling that it might be feasible.
There is just one problem.
Will this alcohol corrupt Komachi?
Most likely not.
Even Hachiman's brother-in-law is useless... Hmm, I'll have to think about it.
Kyosuke Kosaka hesitated, unsure whether he should accept this excellent singer and bassist of modern music.
This terrible personality of his is something that makes Kyosuke Kousaka wary.
He's such a grown man, yet he drinks every day and has no self-discipline?
He's a complete useless person.
still is……
"As expected, it's hard to make a living from music." The purple-haired, squinty-eyed woman, Hiroi Kikuri, stood up with a wry smile, as if she had suddenly come to her senses.
After a long silence, Kyosuke Kousaka finally spoke.
"This is not a meal you can afford."
Rice generally refers to cooked rice.
Ordinary people are not allowed to eat it.
Kyosuke Kosaka completely ignored this matter in the inner quarters.
Things will be done as they are; no outsider could possibly know the truth.
Then, rice can also refer to millet rice, which is something that ordinary people can eat. However, it is more likely to be sold to exchange for other grains.
They usually splurge a little during holidays and festivals.
Often, a small portion of the middle-class nobility ate millet for all three meals.
In general.
There's little chance that someone like Hiroi Kikuri in front of me could afford to eat.
This person could be considered a vagrant or a wanderer, belonging to a subhuman category.
If it weren't for the Yamada family's complete set of identification documents, that would definitely be the case.
"If left unattended, they will likely starve to death."
Kousaka Kyousuke thought again.
He wouldn't hesitate to lend a hand to any decent transmigrator he encountered.
Ultimately, if he doesn't have the ability to survive in this era, he'll just be someone to be trampled on.
Then, according to the plot, one day he couldn't help but kill the nobles, raise the banner, and shout "Are kings and nobles born with special privileges?", and finally gather a large group of people to start a rebellion?