Earth With Dungeon: Saving the World With an Economic Boom

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“So, there are strong people around here, right?”

“Occasionally, you’ll find Level 1 skilled individuals in this area.
They’re the security guards from the outer town.”

“You have a way with words, calling thugs security guards.”

When the hunchbacked man comments that Level 1 skilled individuals are rare, Ooki shakes his head and denies it.

“No, they are the soldiers of the country.
Don’t they have consistent equipment? They are trained individuals.
Well, many got bribed, though.
They are different from low-level punks.”

People wearing bulletproof vests stand on street corners, with crossbows slung over their shoulders and large military knives at their waists.
Their physique ranges from people the same size as the outer town to those who may appear slender but have muscular bodies.
Their sharp gaze and disciplined posture indicate that they have undergone training.

“Well, well.
I don’t intend to cause trouble in the outer town.
Shall we enjoy the meal? Ahem, it’s scary.”

After hearing those words, Ooki and the others almost laugh and quickly compose themselves.

As they hurriedly walked, there was a restaurant ahead.
It was a restaurant that one wouldn’t typically find in the ruins, and even in the outer district, it was uncommon.
After all, it had a proper storefront.
In front of the entrance, I saw a menu board with today’s recommendations written in chalk on a wooden board.
It had the feel of a place where one could casually enter but with slightly higher prices.
Of course, this was based on the standards before the walls were erected.

When I pushed open the door, a pleasant chime rang, and the inside of the restaurant was refreshingly cool.
The air conditioning was working.
It was a luxury afforded by having electricity in the outer district.

“Um, I-I’m from the Amatsugahara Corporation, and I have an appointment today.
I’m Amano Sakimori.”

When I timidly told the store clerk who came to pick me up, who wears a neat uniform, I told the girl my identity, and the girl looked at me and smiled.

“Welcome.
Anayama-sama is already waiting for you.”

All five of them had taken a bath and were dressed in clothes that were somewhat worn but presentable.
They probably didn’t look like people from the ruins.
The weak-looking, hunched-over Mamoru, who was mistaken for a feeble old man, was guided without any prejudiced looks.

“Isn’t using your real name pointless in this act?”

“I-I don’t understand what you’re saying, but it’s just a test.
It won’t hurt,”

Whispered Ooki quietly into my ear, so I responded.
Using my real name could show how widely it has spread, and this act has multiple benefits.

As they guided us, they observed the interior, which was ordinary and nicely maintained.
It was an ordinary and clean environment.
It used to be an Italian restaurant chain, so the interior was spacious, and the cleanliness was well-maintained.
There had been renovations, and they built several walls, providing numerous private rooms.
They likely designed it for conducting secret meetings.
It was a location close to the inner district.

They used this kind of meeting place for transactions like this.