A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

There is the word "mythical". It's a word for that hard to describe "fun" that a work of art or something like that has. And that now applied so much to the performance of the Gosh in front of me.

"- Now, back in the day, when the golden capital of the Holy Land did not lose its radiance, there were gods and angels sent over..."

The dubious melodies of differential sounds had given rise to an oriental sense of mystery and exotic emotions, however, and so on.

Among the lutes is the so-called oasis lute - called woods - which, on the other hand, did not have very strong string tension, which was quite wide in the representation of shaky sounds.

So to speak, the sound is dancing, fluttering, playing. Not only that, but the expression of the differential sound was also rich, and the performance of the song was like "I'm not just listening, I'm not even listening".

"My beautiful lover said," Don't worry. My father doesn't laugh. My mother doesn't care. Even if you're clumsy... "

It plays from the wrist because the strings are soft and even more flexible (buckwheat) is used. As a result, the sound reaches the ear gently while leaving a sound.

In short, Gosh's performance could be described as "brilliant with emotion".

If you look at it, your musical skills are quite high at Lv.3. That, too, was convincing - rather, even more than that - if you ask me if I was Lv.3 enough to reach Lv.4 in a little while.

The bounce is about a man driven out into battle and a lover who drops it off. A clumsy, unsuccessful man who can't comfort his lover, on the contrary, is encouraged by his lover to head to the battlefield - in the middle of giving thought to his lover in the battlefield, and when he returns, he's gone - in a trilogy.

I had a good taste of Gosh's poetic performance for a while.

"... that's awesome. I knew you were pretty good, but when I asked you, how could you be better than I expected?"

"Yes, but..."

I let go of the gosh bounce, but Meena seems to have a slightly different feeling.

"But?" she continued, encouraging Meena to hesitate a little before grumbling.

"... it's all moist songs and you don't have any bright songs"

Meena was right to point it out.

"... well, isn't that what it is?

"Yes. It's not like I'm dissatisfied with a moist song. Besides, people and instruments are unsuitable. … but I don't think it's a song I hear every day about what it is"

"... I see"

Meena's feelings were, in fact, pretty much in line with those I had. Maybe that means you think alike.

It's a business aspect. Me and Meena seem to be the kind of race that, no matter how emotional and wonderful this song was, would really think of it from an overlooking standpoint without immersing itself in that song.

Whether this song is something everyone wants to hear, this song can be heard every day, where is this song the right song to hear - etc.

Our position is infinitely closer to the producer. That's easy to say, the job of spotting the strengths of the slaves and preparing a place to maximize them.

Therefore, the perspective becomes overlooking.

(To be clear, most of the songs he has are enough once he hears them...)

There are no elements to ask over and over - that was the big neck.

"... It's kind of a very, unbreakable song..."

Nell groaned pompously. With Nell elsewhere like that, I was thinking of something else.

(Nell is in love with hearing this way, but listening with caution, variations are similar. Either way, there is no mistake in being soggy. To the entity, "Tsukami" is weak)

Soft sad sounds that somehow shadow the old days. A quiet investigation that gets into my mind, reminiscent of the uncut.

All of this plays a delicate melody by his playing technique - that is, the meticulous way in which he plays with a soft wrist.

but that song is not the kind of song i hear in a row. More than once a week. Sometimes this song is just as good as listening to it. I am hesitant to hear it over and over because it is an artistic song that is perfect to meet only a few times in my life. And sad songs aren't like hearing every day.

What can I do to make it a performance for you to hear every day?

The task at hand was exhausted.

"... weird, why did you have so much trouble putting yourself in slavery when you could play so far"

"Oh, Yufi. That's a little loud."

"Hey, Hetty. You must have liked art, the aristocratic child you met before this. I wonder if she could hire him."

"There's plenty of room for thought, but it might be difficult."

During the performance, I heard a conversation between Yuffi and Hetty. I was thinking the same thing about the content. Relying on Beliessa, the daughter of a nobleman I met before, was a powerful story.

I put in a supplement saying, "Hetty's right."

"I'm going to be friendly with Countess Beliessa, but you'd better not ask for anything from here. For once, it's noble. It's a last resort."

"You're thinking about the last resort."

"Sort of. The line of letting them acquire the performance skills they want to hire and reveal it to Beliessa is a powerful last resort."

"So are there some means that aren't the last?

"Yes, Hetty."

Gosh's performance greeted the good. Kindness and uncut were such a strange blend of sounds that I wondered if they would ever blend together. Beside that, I asked Hetty to answer her question.

Let me ask you something.

"Well, it's still at the conceptual stage."

Put my face close to Hetty's ear and I squealed softly.

"Make jazz in this oasis city. As a first step, I'm going to ask him to learn how to play the slam, as a percussive guitar."

There was a sound that tickled my spine. That seemed complete with it. Finished, it may not be the same, but I wondered what would happen if I increased that direction.

but on the other hand, there was also the expectation that what would happen if I entrusted a more powerful performance to Gosh's hand, which is characteristic of Goblin.

I found new possibilities there. That is, the possibility of percussion.

"Oh, what could that be?

"Wait for me for fun"

We need to check the crime scene first. It is the scene of the bard, that is, the tavern or the street. Whether or not my thoughts succeed - it wasn't hard to predict that I could produce 80% success - depends to a great extent on what atmosphere this Oasis Street bard sings in.

Even in a precautionary sense, it seemed worth checking back now.