I Don’t Want To Be a Porter in the NTR Novel - I Don’t Want To Be a Porter in the NTR Novel chapter 27

27 – Hypnosis App(2)

“Now porter, ah~ an♡”

I took a bite of the pickled peaches and chestnut honey that the saintess put into my mouth.

When I saw them on display at the stalls, they were pickled peaches that were just as chewy and appetizing.

The scent of peaches and chestnut honey that spreads in your mouth as soon as you chew.

There’s a hint of cloves and cinnamon, but I can feel it.

The scent is really very nice, but not as sweet as expected. Is it because it’s cold?

In addition, the outside is crispy and cold, and the inside is soft and chewy, probably because it is cooled by the ice breath magic.

It seems that this crunchy texture remains because of the use of hard peaches when marinated in honey.

After chewing and swallowing, only the scent remains, leaving a refreshing feeling in the mouth.

“How about this? Is it delicious?”

A saintess who smiled brightly and asked about her impressions.

“… It’s really good.”

Although no other answer is permitted to her question in the first place,

This time I had no choice but to admit it honestly.

It was a scent and taste that anyone, whether modern or not, could not but feel that it was originally delicious.

It would be really nice to eat it with bitter coffee.

It’s a sophisticated dessert that looks like something you’d find at a dessert cafe in Seoul.

In addition, the white frosting on the outside due to the influence of ice magic must be a delicate point that is difficult to reproduce even in modern dessert cafes.

“If the porter is happy, I’m happy too!”

She is a saint who listens to my impressions and smiles like a sunflower.

For a saint with serious mental problems, for some reason, she says admirable things.

You say things like an ordinary pure love heroine would say.

“And even if the porter suffers, I’m happy!”

Saying that, the saintess smiled brightly and without any worries.

I also have a mental problem.

It must be an extreme sadist. I knew it from the beginning.

“… huh?”

Did you feel the unusual scent of honeyed peaches?

Pelicana, who was sitting on my shoulder, flapped her small wings and suddenly started acting cutely to the saintess.

“Palmin, minja♡”

It shows the saintess staring at her, inflating and inserting the pink feathers around her neck, shaking her head.

This little bastard is just plain looking inside.

Seeing that she doesn’t even notice the true identity of the dark-hearted saintess with an RGB value of 0,0,0, it really seems like a pink chicken.

The saintess lightly stroked Pelicana’s head.

“It looks like Hope Bird wants to eat honeydew too… ?

But is it okay for a bird to eat something like this? ”

“well? Nothing seems to go wrong.”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard that birds shouldn’t eat peaches or honey.

Although I am not an expert.

When the saintess dipped a small piece of pickled honey with a small wooden fork, Pelicana picked up the pickled honey with her beak and swallowed it.

“Pump min!!!”

He seemed to like the honey pickled food vigorously while shaking his neck up and down.

This makes me look three times more stupid than usual.

Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen this bird eat food.

Anyway, I know delicious things like ghosts.

“Ah, there’s something delicious over there… ”

Saying so, the saintess led me and walked to another stall.

It seems that all kinds of fresh ingredients are distributed in this city, perhaps because it is a famous commercial district in the region.

In fact, if you think about it, keeping logistics fresh thanks to ice magic might be much easier than it was in the actual Middle Ages.

In the first place, if you look at the faces of people passing by, they are all bright.

It was closer to the golden age of magic renaissance rather than the dark ages of the Middle Ages.

Everything is too advanced to imagine anything like gothic dark fantasy.

Anyway, this saintess seems to buy everything she wants to buy and eat, but where does the money come from?

Well, if you have that ability, there’s nothing strange about money rotting away.

Besides, it seems that all the nutrients ingested like that go only to the thick chest armor.

The saintess took me to a dressmaker’s shop in downtown,

Wearing a Deerstalker (hunting hat) and wearing an Inverness Cape (coat with a cloak),

He posed handsomely with a bent, smokeless pipe in his hand.

“Whoa, Watson’s porter… Let’s catch the culprit together!”

“… What the hell is this?”

For reference, I wore a matte black cane in a fitted gray flocked coat.

All of them were paid in a lump sum by the saintess.

It seems that there are more gold coins than the treasure goblins.

By the way, this is, no matter how you look at it, a costume that was popular in England in the 1800s.

It’s all I’ve seen in dramas.

therefore… They look like Sherlock Holmes and Watson cosplays?

Besides, it may be an illusion, but it seems that the saintess just said that she is Watson.

“Oh my gosh, don’t you know the porter? The best detective in another world, Sherlock Holmes!”

It was not an illusion.

The saintess wags her finger and pretends to be proud as if she were teaching me.

Are you wrinkled in front of the chrysalis?

“… There’s no way you wouldn’t know. In the first place, Sherlock Holmes is a novel from the world I lived in.”

“Oh, is that so? What a colossal coincidence!

To think that the porter came from the same world as Sherlock Holmes… ”

A saintess who puts her hand on her mouth and is startled.

What kind of kid plagiarized Sherlock Holmes in this world and sold it at will?

In fact, the more you go, the more ridiculous it can be said.

“Fu-hu-hu, if the porter knew it, it would be even better.

I am Seria Holmes from now on. The porter is Caiman Watson.”

Saying that, the saintess giggled while holding a smokeless pipe in her mouth.

Well, of course, he didn’t resemble Holmes at all.

This is just a Sherlock Holmes appeal, a Holmes cosplayer.

”… But, this isn’t the time to be playing silly games like this!”

Even at this time, there may be villains trying to use hypnosis applications on innocent people.

“It’s hot! To me, Sherlock Holmes was like the light and salt of a hard life.

So, you can’t just pass by this high-quality Sherlock Holmes clothing store!”

Why are you angry at this point?

BL, NTR, and now Sherlock Holmes fans?

The more you really know, the more unknown she is.

I have already given up on understanding.

“what… Sherlock Holmes is a masterpiece of the century.”

But it’s not that I disagree with her opinion.

Because Sherlock Holmes is close to the bible of mystery novels.

I am also a person who has admired countless times while reading Sherlock Holmes. Not a Sherlockian.

“Hmmm, the porter knows something too.”

Only then did the saintess nod and put on a satisfied expression.

“By the way, don’t you think this outfit is a bit too conspicuous?”

I don’t think it’s a good idea to go around fantasy worlds and investigate while wearing clothes that were popular in London in the 1800s.

“Wouldn’t it be more vigilant to be seen as playing properly?”

Reckless.

Well, I never thought I’d be able to convince this woman.

“Pump min!”

Ferricana, you are always so bright and nice to see.

Are you crying for more honeydew?

We were walking down the street in Holmes and Watson costumes.

“Porter, walk more like Watson!”

How the hell am I supposed to walk like Watson?

I can’t understand the demands of this pesky woman.

“Like this?”

“You look a little like Watson.”

The saintess nodded while making a sound.

I don’t know which point is Watson-like.

In a world where there are no dramas or movies, did they want to achieve vicarious satisfaction in this way?

“Anyway, let’s just relax and enjoy today, porter-nim♡”

“No, we are now requesting an urgent investigation… ”

While arguing with the selfish saintess who forcibly dragged me by the hand and tried to leave somewhere again,

Suddenly, something strange caught my eye.

… This is, I found a person who looked like [Hypnotist Mister] to anyone.

He’s a pot-bellied man with bald hair that smells like something.

Discriminating against people based on appearance is certainly not good, but…

Having already seen the Golden Sun thieves, I couldn’t help but be extremely alert.

“Porter?”

Perhaps sensing my changed expression, the saintess also began to examine my complexion.

Besides, the uncle found us and started walking straight this way.

“… Would you like to see this for a second?”

At the same time, he holds out the screen of a large, square, crude tablet-like object to the saintess.

“What is this?”

A saintess who seemed full of curiosity.

Question and answer dance——!

I ran to the lightning-like footwork handed down from the princess and put a body check on the suspicious-looking man.

cou dang tang,

“Gagging!”

Uncle was a person who had accumulated a lot of training, and he rolled on the ground in a helpless bump.

What looked like a tablet fell to the ground.

“You son of a b*tch, you just tried to use a hypnosis app!”

I grabbed the hypnosis app suspect by the collar and threatened him.

“… yes? I don’t know what you mean.”

A bald man with an incomprehensible expression.

“Don’t be fooled. You are a hypnotist by all accounts.”

“I-I’m sorry, but it’s really unfair. It’s just a cheap artifact for advertising that just shines.”

Saying that, what the uncle picked up and showed was a square screen with an advertisement saying Buy two chickens and get a free beer.

In addition, up to 30% off the side menu?

“… Eh?”

I’m dumbfounded.

“These days, business has been sluggish, so I personally went out to solicit customers…

After all, a guy who looks like me shouldn’t be soliciting customers.”

A pot-bellied old man with his head down.

… If you say that, I’m sorry.

You look like a bad guy who discriminated against people with prejudice based on your appearance.

I actually did it 100% correctly, but

This is a real NTR novel, so I can’t help it!

Am I the weird one again?

Or is this actually not an NTR novel?

The NTR constellation, which always bothered me, was also suspiciously quiet today, so I really feel like I’m the only one who’s weird.

“Wait, what the hell are you doing!”

While shouting, a female clerk dressed as a normal villager ran out of another store.

“but… This person, no matter who sees it, is a hypnotic man… ”

I was unhappy.

You know that guy who comes out regularly in NTR novels!

There was no common sense way to say that.

“hey. I don’t know what you’re misunderstanding,

Uncle Barbie is an ordinary chicken shop owner in this neighborhood!

It’s been over 7 years since I’ve been in business. I am by no means a suspicious person!”

A brown-haired, freckled clerk questioning me with his hand on his waist.

“Porter. It’s kind of like the chicken seller being a hypnotist… ”

It’s so upsetting to say things like this, like a walking class 1 Hazardous Substance Hypnotic Brainwashing Saint admonishing me.

“… sorry. How can I apologize?”

I no longer had anything to say even with ten mouths.

”… what’s ok I am used to being treated like this.”

Saying that, the old man shakes off the dirt and gets up.

… you are such a nice person

“Oh, it’s not long, but even this… ”

I tried to empty my pocket and offer a reward, but was rejected.

“No, thanks. You can continue to enjoy it in our Rolene Free City!

Have a nice day to the travelers!”

The old man smiled as he said that.

… How can this person be forgiven even after being treated like this?

It seems to shine not only in the head, but also in the heart.

What kind of garbage am I to discriminate against people based on their looks?

In the end, I had no choice but to bow down several times to apologize to the man and run away.