A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

It was Meena who cut ahead.

"Yes! What art is your favorite!

"Is it my favorite art...... Well, I like beautiful art."

"Is it a beautiful art?

"Yes, well, it's a beautiful art. When you look at beautiful art, it makes you feel like your heart is washed."

"It's good, I'd love to see beautiful art too."

Meena in tune. But rather than her like that, Nell, who was listening, was more responsive to the feeling of eating.

"Um! Mr. Antoni, how do you feel about making beautiful things?

"Oh, did the blue lady there, Master Nell?

"Yes! Um, me, I have something to worry about... Oh, it's not love you're worried about."

Nell panicking all by himself even though no one thought that, as usual, was a little off.

"Right. Bye. How does it feel to make beautiful things..."

"Yes!"

Antoni answered with a slight thought with his hand on his chin.

"There are many, but one of them. It feels like a reaffirmation that he's alive."

"Are you double-checking?

"Right. Bye. … if you make something beautiful, it will prove your job. Besides, it's only when you touch something beautiful that you feel alive."

"Living comfort......"

"It's a living comfort. I just assume that this jizzy feeling means living."

"... what is that feeling like?

"It's difficult. For example, there are people who feel devout when they are present at the beginning or end of their lives, but touching beauty also has the same mystery as life, so they feel devout."

"Pious, is it..."

"And at the beginning and at the end of your life, some people remember you, your disgust, your anger, your grief. Beauty also has similar emotions.

… from that emotion, beauty must not seem to have a life. "

"... it's amazing"

Sighing, Nell was deeply feeling, "Beauty is honorable..." Antoni nodded small to her like that, "Goodbye, my left".

"May I, too, Mr. Antoni? I need to ask you something."

"Oh, I'm sure you were Master Hetty.... Ask Me"

"Yeah.... something you can't give away, I wanted to ask you that"

When Hetty raised her hand and wondered if she'd normally asked the question, that just seemed to put Antoni and Hetty through.

"Can't give up, is it?"

"Hehe, I'm sorry. That was a weird question.... I was just wondering"

"... something I can't give away. Beautiful work for this jizzy. I don't want to give up my beautiful work."

"... yes"

"Exactly. Bye. … silly."

"I don't think you're stupid. I know how you feel, too."

Hetty, who only glanced down for a moment, immediately said, "If I tell you I can't give in, I was also angry at you the other day when you painted me like a zombie in true green. I can't give this all away for a woman," she joked and giggled.

The question then came when Meena said again, "Then my favorite food!" and led him to talk about nothing, which made the air in the field a soothing object.

Because, I really don't care, "We're meat stir-fry", "Oh, that was delicious," "It sure is delicious," "... the meat isn't bad either," "I was impressed!" and our slaves seemed to have many carnivorous women. It is a carnivorous system of true meaning.

Antoni had also shown interest, so I thought it would be a good idea to anticipate the timing and treat him next time.

"So, is there anyone else who has a question? If you're not here, I'd like to leave you to it."

"Hmm, looks like he's not here."

"Right. Right around here, then."

I thought it would be nice around here, but I decided to let the soothing air dissolve.

"It's a good place. Bye. Everyone is alive. Well, everyone is listening carefully to Toshiki. … you seem to be treated more like an employee than a slave"

"Yep. It seems rare... they say it doesn't look like a slave trader"

"No, not at all. I hear you've been working vigorously with a lot of hands open lately. I think it's a success as a business."

"Really?"

Painting with Antoni at night looking at the moon and the stars. When I said the beauty of the moon hidden in the clouds, it was so beautiful that I wanted to watch while drinking sake.

Peek through the brush. Light your hand with a lantern enclosed with fire magic, then warm the oil and stain it into a brush of pork hair to melt the paint and apply it over.

I was completing the night scene as I showed my artistic and appraisal skills. Be self-admiring, but I thought I was good myself. The atmosphere of the night scenery is good.

Antoni's on the other hand. That was also very beautiful.

There is no shape. Stars scattered with dots, grey clouds expressed in bollocks and textures, round moons, city buildings squarely black without shapes.

The sky at night was mixed with only a little blue, the ground connected to the building and yet the view, painted with the colour on it as it was seen, was beautiful so as to make it feel tender.

"What is this, black solidification? Was there a building like this?"

"It's just connected. For example, is this the Adventurer's Guild, the Tower Prison (Carcel Tre), the Festival Hall, the Merchant's Guild, the Lords' Palace? I'm not sure, either."

"I see, it's the prison of the tower. What is it? Speaking of towers, I feel like I moved my hand vertically. But isn't it elongated?

"Uh, no, I mean, elongated. I thought this was it."

"... I see this is elongated. If you ask me, it could be elongated."

Embarrassing, and bitterly laughing, Antoni seemed unsure of the feeling of elongation. When I saw the elongated object all the time, the feeling of being elongated stopped coming up, and such a chigusa was felt, like thinking about it for a while and inferring that it was elongated.

"... forvism, was it"

"Yeah. I draw night scenes and people now, but it's still an exercise until I work on Fauvism. Now let's just watch as we feel and put the colors on."

"… for example, why don't you draw this flame"

The tip of Antoni's finger is a dancing flame.

"... good, let's draw a flame"