A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

"... Mr. Miloir, what about him?

"Yes, I was wondering if Master Toshiki would be able to guide him well Gosh"

At Miloir's, where I accidentally took a trip, the story I was told was, "Could you lead me through this goblin?"

"The blind goblin, is it..."

"Yes, he was originally a bard, but because of the current situation, he said he had lost his identity as a slave in this way"

"Are you a bard?"

When I heard of the bard, I thought it was the Biwa Master. During the Edo period, how the blind made their daily money was guidance on lending, massage, harp and trinity and other plays. I hear that even in medieval Europe and elsewhere, they lived by dogmatization, begging, or being deposited in a monastery.

The bard is also one of them. Even the blind can be bards - but the blind lived by acquiring the skill of the instrument, playing on the street, in the liquor store, and even being hired by the aristocracy as artists.

"But you may have a point, but you don't look like a goblin"

"Yeah, as you know, he's an ancestral goblin with strong fairy blood."

"Ancestry? Goblins are fairies, too."

"Theoretically, you're right, but the treatment of goblins is a little special for fairies."

I didn't dig too deep, but that seems to be what I mean. The goblins are not very good to look at, but they have a different vibe than the rest of the fairy clan, however it is a little ghost. Though intelligent, it is common for these differences in appearance to be linked to a potential sense of discrimination.

In that regard, Miloir's introduction made him special. A blind goblin, but somewhat less like a goblin.

My eyes are only black, like other goblins, but I have a slightly rounded and soft impression. The nose is close to that of a person, not a goblin eagle nose. Skin texture is also a little smoother. Overall, he looked more like a separate race such as a dwarf than a goblin.

From what I hear, he was born into a special lineage unlike any other goblin.

"Recently, a relatively large village of goblins was" liberated "by the hands of people, and with that, many goblins were flown into the slave market."

"... Yes"

"Sometimes we see goblin slaves in this Oasis Street, and about 30% of them talk about being slaves because of the incident."

"Is it true? That's a lot."

"Gosh was also one of those goblins. - But because of his blindness and his appearance, he escaped the fall of slavery."

"... escaped a slave fall?

"It's not just a period of rest, but he was treated differently than any other goblin. In other words, he was allowed to enter the convent."

"... I see. So this goblin named Gosh, when his village was attacked, was to be deposited in a monastery, free from falling into slavery, where he learned to play music."

"It was attacked, not" liberated ". Dear Toshiki."

"Oops, excuse me"

Miloir pointed it out to correct. Apparently, it's only "liberation," not an offense for aggression. Anyway, if you're in this tent, you'll have to be careful because it's not something you know where someone will buy you a knockout if you accidentally say the same thing outside.

(Nevertheless, did you say this goblin, gosh)

I couldn't help but feel odd watching him in an elegant manner.

"How was it? 'No, don't mind me,' I thought, gently returning to Miloir asking.

He, Gosh, was born in the village of Goblin, and since the village was attacked, he has learned to play music in the monastery, then wandered off, and after having trouble with the gold measures, sold himself - a turbulent life.

but the guy named Gosh, I don't know what the edge is, came to this oasis city.

(Parents and children reunite in the same land in the same enslavement. I can't believe this is happening...)

Nothing else is odd.

According to the appraisal skills, that blind goblin was the child of the so-called star-changing witch - that is, the son of Stella, the old goblin in our shop.

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"... Was my husband really happy with me?

"Oh, there's nothing to regret."

On his way home, he struggled to scratch the Oasis Street crowd with a blind gosh, and he has finally asked when his popularity has settled.

It seems that it was good for me or that other slaves in sight had better use of it.

But that question was clearly nonsense from me.

"I thought you had more slaves to use."

"That's right, gosh. I don't really believe in people I can't use."

"I don't believe you," he said?

"If you look closely, there is a mixture of the unusable among ordinary humans. But they manage to do it as normal people."

"Ha."

"People who are said to be vulgar, unusable, are people who were unlucky. Or worse or worse."

"Is that your husband's philosophy?

"No, you're talking about experience."

I laughed bitterly and said, "Conversely, even the dumb, nasty one, because he's lucky, he tells me he's alive normally." Gosh didn't say anything.

"Let's get back to it. Gosh, you're not a useless person. I can assure you."

"No way, I'm not as good as my husband would expect me to be"

"No, there's no madness in my eyes"

Gosh had a complex look on his face when he said something and stopped on the way and kept his mouth shut.

(... That's not true, you said you stopped)

Gosh didn't seem to be rich in facial expressions for blindness, nor did he seem to know smiles, crying faces, angry faces, etc. but the expression of perplexity seemed to be able to do without being blind, and now Gosh's expression was just the perplexity itself of all sorts of thoughts.

"Fair enough. We are a talent development policy store. If you don't mind, at some point, you'll have one or another skill."

"... Developing talent?

"Oh, that's everything from cooks to boxers."

I said.

"Hey, what if. Don't you think it would be smarter to develop talent and sell higher than just buy slaves cheaper and sell them cheaper?

"... well, if it's possible, we'll talk about it."

"It's possible."

I went on to say, "Besides, the more talented we are, the better we can get our slaves hired,"

"I mean, getting skilled is going to be a lot of talk for me and for the slaves."

…… My husband is a big lady. I'm sorry, but there must be some clever way I don't even know. "

"Dude, is that all?

"With all due respect, no more"

"I mean, 'Why don't you wear something, too, Gosh?' I'd like to say."

……

Gosh stopped once more.

"Hey, gosh. Anything you want to try?

"... my husband, I mean, he thinks he's trying to get me to wear something"

"Oh. Of course."

"... I see you did..."

It was only for that moment that Gosh stopped.

"Excuse me. When I did, I didn't even think about it, so I was surprised."

"Whatever. If you want to do this or something, it's free."

"Yeah, but not me."

"You don't?

"Thank you, sir."

That was somewhat refreshing rhetoric.

"I've prayed to live, to live, to try, before thinking about what I want to do, so I can't think of anything I want to try"

"... well. Well, I'm not saying I can't."

"I'm sorry to bother you."

"No, then let's go normally"

Gosh's expression turned out to be a little surprising - I realized a little late that this expression was a surprise look - and as it was, he was repeating the words "go normal, dashi".

"Oh. I may have listened to your conversation with Miloir, but I'm supposed to make you a success"

"Because you can promise me that easily?

"It's not a promise. - Well, let's do it with the stuff. You don't have to worry too much because you can't do it originally. It's easy."

"So, what does it mean to go normally?

"Exactly."

I answered Gosh.

"I'm trying to get you skilled. It's also avant-garde technology that I rarely see playing lute around. That way you think you'll succeed for the first time."

"... I see"

"There's not always one way to play lute. I have some paintings in my head. So, well, I'm going to give it a try. I'm sure they're all too novel and flashy."

……

"What's up? Don't you think you're gonna fall for something?

"Hey, very, very disagreeable"

Gosh immediately waved and denied. The words were strangely striking, adding, "I'm just anxious to see if I can imitate such a great deal."

"... Speaking of which, did you do what you wanted to do"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, but"

"I'm not even saying that I want to do one thing, but if I could just do it for a little while, I'd like to know how good it would be."

"Oh, my God, there is."

When I laughed, Gosh said "scared," and then opened his mouth again.

"My mother sang a very beautiful lullaby, so, I wish I could accompany him a little better, I don't know, say that."

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The reaction when I brought Gosh back to the tent was a little more daunting than I expected.

"Uh, uh, lie"

And rarely did Yufi panic, as if he had suddenly changed, he began to correct his posture and become familiar, and Nell, who saw it, also said to me, "Wow, what shall I do?" Ili was staring at Gosh like a pussy, and seemed to have trouble with the words "uh,".

(What do you mean?

I couldn't swallow things at all, but Hetty, who had a fuzzy gaze, said, "Oh?" He guessed how I felt. "Hehe, it's okay, your husband didn't lose, either, did he?" Oh, my God, he said with a laugh.

No, so what do you mean?

"Hey... the Lord has brought a great slave too..."

I was increasingly confused by Meena's conversation. - No, I feel like I can figure it out somehow, but that's stupid.

"... so awesome?

"No, really, he doesn't look so handsome, he's already so handsome."

"... Oh, yeah"

I had noticed. I mean (no, you're not that handsome to have seen one, you're a bit of an elegant goblin...) I thought about that, but in view of this reaction, well, that seems to be the thing.

You think this goblin, Gosh, is a face that apparently has a hell of a level of good-looking face in this world?

That seems like a good boy enough to wolf Uffi, flutter Nell (though this guy is always flustered), and poke Iri.

Prince if you like. You think that's how handsome you are to lose your word?

... I don't know.

"Oh, you look like you don't know, Lord"

"... ugh, um, well"

"No, it just sucks, him. By analogy, I feel like a worried exotic youth shota."

"... I don't know any more"

The beginning and end of which I don't know any more because of Meena's commentary.

- What is this? Seriously.

"Somehow the drifting fairy flavor and the goblin wild flavor are overflowing with the charm and intelligent atmosphere that makes you want to be nice, something already, amazing"

"Ha."

"I don't know, it feels like the family situation isn't going well, even if you do it well, you're going to be able to take it home, it feels like a handsome high school boy in the half (football club)"

"What the..."

Take it home with you. The football club is a fine setting. I mean, don't use words like high school kids or football clubs.

... and well, I can't keep up with all the penetration.

(... no, I don't know. It's a little goblin with a good face no matter where you look from...... You don't look good-looking at all if your name goes hand in hand, or if your tail goes hand in hand, or if it goes hand in hand...)

I took a serious look at Gosh's face. but I didn't really come to the point that his face was handsome, and I was thinking about where the hell the shota ingredient was, or something like that.

Well, somewhat atmospherically young... I don't even feel like it. The fairy tribe's exuberant fairy, young and elegant must be making Gosh look that way. It's starting to look a little different than regular goblins if you ask me. It really feels good though.

"... No, you all have a good mouth. If I did, this guy was in trouble."

Gosh said in such a tone as illuminated, bewildered. It was a bright voice color. I guess I don't feel bad about being chewed up, my cheeks are just a little loose.

but Gosh seemed to be speaking to the boulder, and to be praised there, he returned it this way in a humble manner.

"Even though I'm blind, I know that you're all Mr. Big Layer Beppin. Because you have a beautiful voice."

"! Uh, me, that, yes, my voice, uh..."

"Heh, heh, yeah. Well, I guess someone who understands..."

"... fu"

Obvious flattery. But the effect seemed to be surface, and all three of the little ones were obviously floating.

Is it my face after all? Will it come all the way to my heart after all when the handsome say it? When casual words say the same dialogue between what is handsome and what is not, do you still think that it is somehow different as the receiving side?

In my head, your cheerful Cayenne said, "Let's go, sir! Men and women are faces when they're young. - Ha, ha!," he laughed back into his brain. It was clear brain regeneration. Is it still your face? Well, I thought it was a strange story for Cayenne to say that.

"No, I think I'm simply not used to being praised...?

"Oh, yeah? Everyone but Meena is going to praise you there."

"Why other than me!? I feel bad about something!... not, no, I don't think I'm really used to being praised"

I often thought about Meena's Doya face, "Look, you praise me for giving me precise advice."

Am I not complimenting you so much?

"Hehe, your husband didn't compliment you on your appearance. I praise you for being great against your behavior, for doing well, but you're not praising the way you look cute or beautiful. I'm sure it's not there."

"Uh, I see, Hetty"

Hetty's explanation made me feel a little down. "What, you can't explain it to me!?" and Meena was in shock, "but as I leave it.

It is certainly rare to praise the appearance. Or would you say "you're cute today" by keeping your life together every day? Not to mention being a lover. I wouldn't even say it.

It is also for these three penises. It's like I'm ten years away... no, if I were you now, I'd be about two or three years old, but, well, that's about the child you're mentally down there. That's a funny story.

At least Me...... I can't base it without a woman as beautiful as Hetty.

"I feel like I've been meaninglessly denied for a moment now......!" and Meena reacted frighteningly, "but that doesn't matter. But he is strangely sharp. Don't be alarmed.

"... I'll give you a compliment next time"

I snickered and so determined.