A food made by cutting artificial meat into round pieces and grilling it over a fire. It was sold for 100g under the name of steak.

    And a garnish made by cutting various vegetables and mixing them in a sauce that adds flavor to oil. It was sold for 50g.

    It was expensive. It was a bit excessive.

    “Instead, the food sold at the Guldari Guild is cheap.”

    “Indeed.”

    They sell cheaply and make others sell expensively.

    Since the Guldari Guild was the one who lent them the machinery to make the ingredients (not lent them, but forced them into their hands), they wanted to take the financial advantage while they themselves took small profits and built up their image and influence as rulers.

    ‘If this continues, what will happen to me?’

    They won’t keep Harmon as their slave forever. Harmon is too high-class for that.

    Harmon himself knew his own worth well, so he was obedient even when treated as a slave by the Guldari Guild. In fact, the Guldari Guild only treated him harshly in the beginning, but recently they have been treating Harmon quite politely.

    He doesn’t come to work without notice and order people around, and most of the work he gives to Harmon is of a high level and worthy of being handled by Harmon.

    ‘That’s a good thing too. If there’s a problem between me and Domi, the Guldari Guild will take my side.’

    If Harmon’s actions this time weren’t just stealing other people’s humanoids, he could have just suppressed Domi and solved the problem.

    That’s not the problem.

    ‘So the important thing is to keep this issue to a minor issue that won’t affect my credit.’

    If we just do that, we can stamp out the problem of domi and get rid of it.

    “I know someone in the Guldari Guild.”

    Isaiah cut the steak into squares with the dagger he carried because the restaurant didn’t provide separate cutlery, and spoke quietly while cutting Hamon’s steak as well.

    “I know someone too.”

    “Maybe the people I know are higher than the people you know?”

    “I guess so.”

    Harmon admitted it readily.

    Although Isaiah is not affiliated with a guild, he is a collector whose skills are well-recognized, and he has a history of providing friendly assistance to the Guldari Guild.

    No wonder the Guldari Guild gave instructions to take special care of Isaiah’s equipment.

    “The person I know said that during the recent village reorganization, they are planning to change Harmon Null from a slave to a regular mechanic of the Guldari Guild.”

    “Hmm?”

    “Because you have the skills, I will take care of you so that no one can treat you carelessly.”

    It contains the meaning that although he was originally a slave and was treated with care, he will be treated with even more special care.

    Harmon nodded, thinking of the humanoids that the Guldari Guild had.

    “I kind of thought it would happen.”

    “Yeah. Flora isn’t stupid.”

    Isaiah spoke the name of the Guldari Guild boss in a friendly manner. Upon hearing that, Harmon realized that the boss was someone he was familiar with from the Guldari Guild.

    “However, when you first start a relationship, you just like to force others to submit by force or authority.”

    “You have a bad personality.”

    “I think that’s how you can build a relationship with peace of mind. Isn’t that the case with Domi? He says he’ll pull her in, but before that, he makes her do hard labor to weaken her.”

    Isaiah, who had finished cutting all of Harmon’s steaks, stabbed one with his dagger and offered it to Harmon.

    Hamon, who had received it, nodded while feeling the texture of cheap artificial meat that was torn into small pieces and seemed like it would get stuck between his teeth.

    “It’s delicious. How much does it cost to have this kind of meat?”

    “Have you ever tried it?”

    “When I used to work as a collector, I used to eat artificial meat at a factory. It was great back then.”

    “Because here the stocks were like bugs or mice.”

    Isaiah nodded in understanding and ate his steak.

    “Mister. I’ll talk to Flora a little.”

    “About the shower?”

    “Yeah. I’ll change the shower head to the humanoid I saved and tell him I gave it to you.”

    “Does that work?”

    Isaiah nodded in agreement.

    “You know I like working alone. And there have been a few times when I’ve just given Flora things I didn’t need.”

    “Indeed.”

    I think I know why Isaiah is treated so well by the Guldari Guild.

    Even if Isaiah had no use for it, it wouldn’t be a trivial item to give to the Guldari Guild Boss. So he just gave it away?

    This has to be dealt with.

    “Flora might be upset that you didn’t give it to her, but so what?”

    “That’s right. But what if Domi says the shower is his? I haven’t hacked the shower’s AI properly yet. Domi is still registered as the owner.”

    “But there are other settings, right?”

    “… Yeah. He registered me as the second owner. ”

    “Oh.”

    Isaiah exclaimed, “How wonderful!”

    Even trying to hack a humanoid is not trivial, and you succeeded?

    ‘That’s amazing.’

    This isn’t the kind of work that a skilled mechanic can do.

    Even on this planet dominated by machines, if we had the technology to hack even the most secure humanoids… … .

    ‘The old man could have built his own kingdom too.’

    The guild leader of the guild where collectors gather.

    The village chief of a village where people gather.

    A city market, referring to a large town.

    Not just that, but there was the possibility that he would become a ruler who would wield influence on a continent.

    ‘Hmm. That sounds fun too.’

    Isaiah imagined himself sitting on the throne of King Hamon and feeling his vagina touched.

    ‘Ugh.’

    Just as a monkey who has just learned how to masturbate continues to masturbate until it dies, such thoughts would pop into his head without warning, and Isaiah took a moment to catch his breath before glaring at Hamon.

    “What are you looking at?”

    “It’s not good enough to just be good at technique.”

    “What?”

    At Isaiah’s unexpected words, Harmon gave her a look as if asking what nonsense she was talking about.

    “Anyway, if the owner is registered, you can trick the old man into being the owner as long as the shower head doesn’t meet the sea bream, right?”

    “I guess so.”

    “Okay. Then the important thing is to keep the two from meeting. Then I’ll figure out how to handle Domi.”

    With that said, Du, Harmon and Isaiah put aside the issue of Domi and the shower for a moment and walked around the village, enjoying the changing town.

    “It’s a clothing store.”

    “Yeah. The Guldari Guild said they’re going to make guild uniforms. That’s why I’m not working right now because I’m doing that.”

    “Really? My gloves broke too, so I want to get a new pair of leather gloves.”

    “Why gloves?”

    “It’s easier to handle things with your bare hands, but you have to wear gloves or something to handle dangerous things.”

    Harmon said and held out his hand.

    Harmon’s hands, which mostly consisted of handling equipment with his bare hands, were rough and scarred, and his knuckles were thicker than those of most scavengers.

    Isaiah looked at it, then reached out and touched his hand and Hamon’s hand.

    “Hey.”

    Since he is a designer, he doesn’t get calluses easily, so unlike Isaiah’s smooth hands, his hands feel very rough.

    Whether it was fun or not, Isaiah laughed and played with Hamon’s hand for a while, rubbing his own hand against his own.

    “Stop it, it tickles.”

    Harmon grabbed Isaiah’s hand tightly and stopped rubbing it.

    “Oh. Your hands are big.”

    “You’re smaller than you think.”

    “Is my evil power stronger than that of the old man?”

    Harmon, who was listening to that, asked quietly.

    “Hey, how long are you going to call me uncle? No matter how much I think about it, you’re older than me! ”

    Isaiah grabbed Harmon’s hand with all his might, and Harmon collapsed in excruciating pain, screaming.

    “This kid.”

    Crazy, crazy.

    Feeling the sound of his bones dislocating in his own hands, Isaiah dragged Hamon to the bar.

    “Let’s drink! Drink!”

    “AAAH! AAAH! SOMEONE HELP ME! AAAH! ”

    * * *

    The drinking water of this world is oil.

    After all the water in the world turned into oil, people’s bodies also changed to be able to drink oil.

    Of course, unlike regular water, oil is tasteless and not completely suitable for the body, so if consumed excessively, side effects are bound to occur.

    But it’s something you have to drink to survive.

    That is oil, and to make it easier to drink, oily is made into alcohol.

    In this world, not only the machines that rule, but even people run on oil.

    “Kuaaah!”

    Isaiah, who had been drinking oil, enjoyed the hot feeling of the boiling oil and the alcohol penetrating it, then looked at Hamon sitting across from him.

    Harmon, who had been drinking oil without saying a word, was eating the stir-fried rat tail as a side dish with a red face, perhaps slightly drunk.

    “Mister, is the rat tail tasty?”

    “Yeah.”

    Harmon answers, nodding quietly.

    Isaiah, who had been laughing at such a Harmon, lifted him up from his seat after Harmon finished drinking.

    “Leave your money behind!”

    After throwing the iron shards on the table, he suddenly realized that the iron shards he had thrown were not worth the price of the alcohol, but he just ignored it and left.

    “Ahh~ The moon is nice! The air is cold! Hehehe.”

    Isaiah, who enjoyed the cool night air and the moon rising beautifully between the clouds of dust, walked with Hamon in his arms, repeatedly turning several people who tried to harass him or work at him into cakes and throwing them into a corner, arrived at Hamon’s repair shop.

    “Eight.”

    Isaiah threw Harmon onto the bed and crawled onto the bed where Harmon was lying, then covered himself and Harmon with the blanket.

    “Huaam… .”

    Yawn for a moment.

    Then, as she watched Harmon sleeping soundly, she suddenly thought.

    ‘Should I get revenge? I don’t want to be teased all the time and only look at myself!’

    Swish.

    Isaiah crawled under the blanket and between Harmon’s legs, then took off Harmon’s pants and exposed his penis.

    Isaiah, who was staring at the drooping body, perhaps due to the alcohol, chuckled.

    “Hehehe.”

    And then he carefully grabbed Harmon’s dick with both hands.

    “Ah, it’s trembling♡ So cute.”

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