A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

"Hey, Hetyra. Do you think you're right about that?"

"Oh, I wonder if you'll call me Hetty. I got a nickname for it."

"... you like that nickname? Well, fine, Hetty."

"Ugh, I don't know what's going on, Uffi. Something I'm not convinced of."

"Yeah. I felt bad watching you."

"Oh, I guess so. I didn't have such bad feelings though. Hey, let me hear it."

"It's that act of encouraging revenge. What does he know about Cayenne? I'm so devious and stepping into people's delicate problems, I remind them of something I don't like, and I don't do whatever I want to say. I can't believe you're trying to use Cayenne to kill Jazeera, a demon, because it's available to him at the end of the sentence."

"... yes. That's what Yuffi thought."

"You don't want to leave a name, or you don't want living evidence, or you're in the stance of burning people with every beauty and using those damn slaves as much as you can. So, yeah, you can just step back into Cayenne's heavy past."

"You can take advantage of it. We're taking care of your husband. It's all because of him that he can eat and sleep safely. That's the position, so I guess I'll have to give it back to your husband for something useful."

"It's a little different. He profits from selling us, doesn't he? I can't believe it needs to be useful... No, right. I might have been more wrong."

"Oh, I wonder what's wrong, Uffi"

…… I thought the words were a little too much. You're right, we're not in a better position to say that. Yeah, yeah.... but "

"But?"

"I don't like either the way you keep people fishing and using them for every beauty, or the way you don't hesitate to step into the delicate parts of people. It's an evil hobby to avenge someone who is bitter. If I had done that, I'd hate it."

"Yes."

"Yeah, I thought so."

"... Yufi is serious and delicate. But if you live like that, you won't be able to breathe, so you better remember to do it."

"... overdo it?

"You don't have to like it, you do it well"

…… I thought Hetty liked him. "

"Oh, I like it."

"... I don't hate you. It's not a mistake."

"Hehe."

The next day.

I worked a little too hard on a mock arch with Cayenne, and I was massaging some lingering muscle pain.

That simulation was a hard win with multiple factors overlapping.

First of all, Cayenne had a five-year blank. This is, to be honest, usually great as a decay of the flesh or as a decay of battle conjecture. The first thing is that there was this blank.

Besides, Cayenne was in a position to put on an archery, the one thing is that he was only committed to exemplary swordsmanship, not the way he fought to go for a muddy win.

The one thing is that I was using my appraisal skills to disorient and take the lead by ambush, and I was only learning to shape (...) for numerous ambushes.

One thing is that by continuing to constantly appraise the target's wooden knife with appraisal skills, the location of the wooden knife was kept known even from outside of sight by a pop-up window.

As a result, the opponent was physically and physically committed to swordsmanship that would still serve as an example, and when I said to him, he was continually fought in one way or another in favor of not having to distract himself from grasping the opponent's attack trajectory by his appraisal skills, even while always releasing a blow that poked at his opponent's will.

In addition, he even picked up the victory by going to play the sword at a moment when Cayenne was psychologically upset.

Conversely, if we don't win with this, when will we win, the story goes.

"Lord - is it true you beat that Cayenne?

"Oh. Well, if Cayenne had taken it seriously, abandoned his well-behaved swordsmanship and been in battle, he would have lost, but thanks to his help, he could have won."

"What is a slaver who beats a combat slave"

Well, sure, and I snort inside Meena's words.

Combat slaves are primarily like a caution stick that nobles, wealthy families, and adventurers hire to defend themselves. But if my husband is stronger than a slave, he will fall, and what a combat slave means is to be.

But of course, Cayenne is actually stronger than me.

It's something that pops the surprise moves like magic tricks, so Cayenne just got pushed to a disadvantage without being able to cope in part, and Cayenne would win if she learned the surprise moves pattern.

I'm sure the next time you fight, you lose. That's for sure.

"You're going down Meena next. I need to be a little stronger, too."

…… What is the Lord aiming for?

"Well, it's a business success."

It was an awfully toned meena, but I was reopening it, not to mention how much skill I acquired and how much I lost.

Instead, if I had a large selection of skills, they would improve my survival rate because I could prepare for accidents.

There's nothing wrong with being strong as a slave trader.

But more than that, I want to do something about the muscle pain first.

"In the meantime, I need to do a massage to relieve muscle pain"

"Oh, yeah! Right!

Moving my body lightly for now, Meena stood up and nodded, just saying I'd leave it to you if you want a massage.

but I didn't take it.

…… Hey, what's up?

…… What's the matter, sir?

What is it? What is it?

"... hey, maybe you won't leave me a massage even though it's this stream!?

"No, you won't leave it to me... You're gonna make a mistake."

"I won't do that! I don't know what to say to myself, but I massage well! I'll bone you with my tech!

My hands are somewhat nasty.

It's called bone removal, massage normally, that's how you plan on something more than massaging normally, so I don't trust you back, but I won't tell Meena that.

It's been like this lately, that Meena is going to be a little aggressive or that she's going to do something that looks like a color trick.

It's not something I know what I'm thinking.

(I don't know why, as I'm pretty sure Meena is taking an active approach to me. There must be no reason for Meena to fall in love with me...)

Because I like my face, because I wanted to sell my charm to the owner of the store, because they freed me from Marc, and so on, I would think about it and so on, but I don't see much reason to fall into it.

Take a peek at the psychograph by appraisal skills, but Meena's color-rigged words and actions were due to pure favor, not intent.

I don't know why, but for now, I stopped her by saying, "I'm sorry, next time." Because.

"Mmm. Maybe next time, that's how you make expectations, but you don't eat."

"No, not like that. Normally you're suspicious or something"

"What, are you suspicious!? No, don't doubt it! I said I wasn't thinking anything weird!

…… Why are you doing so much for me? There's nothing in return for you, is there? That's suspicious. "

When I asked him directly, "Uh, I see, you see that..." Meena was scratching her cheeks.

I got a slightly worse look on my face, and there was a lack of explanation, and I'm hung up.

"I don't need anything in return, it's just that I'm all this. … so rest assured, Lord"

"... no, I'm not relieved"

"Really?

Meena smiled with a small neck on her face, seemingly not planning anything.

No, I guess I didn't actually plan it, I didn't see any malice when I looked at the psychological graph with my appraisal skills.

I guess she just really wants to do this. But I was watching her lips move after she muttered, "I just want to be doing this." I saw it.

As long as it lasted, my lips were moving. Only my lips were moving, as I lay my eyes down and whine softly. As long as it lasts, I wonder what's the end of it.

I couldn't touch that.

"Even so. How can I feel comfortable massaging someone who can't use the power of spear archery?"

…… Uh, you'd be angry if I cut you loose in archery. Besides, it's pretty rough to beat it, huh?

"Why the premise of winning? Now it's time to hone the spear technique and let Meena lay low on the ground."

"Yes!? Am I, the Lord's spear, to be pushed down to the ground! I'm a little prepped..."

"Why are you bored by yourself, this girl?"

But that was for a moment, and Meena was always back the way she was when I made her brown.