A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

"It's time to go into the night camp"

They finally got into the oasis at the relay point.

The guards seemed to have come to convey Howard's orders to each squad, and Cayenne and the others were on their way to the next squad to hear the explanation. It's a busy thing, Cayenne thought.

In response to a message, the Cayennes decided it was time to settle down beneath the darkened sky.

(The only thing to be wary of is sleeping pills, you have to fear the possibility of being surrounded by demons of Jazeera the Demon)

My husband Toshiki told me about the demons around the oasis. He's on his way to the Adventurer's Guild. He's now been researching Sabakudiougmo and the demonic material he'll come across by the time he gets there. Someone who's completely surrounded.

According to the information I was told, there are no demons to be considered otherwise dangerous, to the extent that desert tigers who, if I insist, should not be in this oasis may rarely be submerged. If it's the size of this crusade, it's not something to look at as a problem.

(By the way, was that adventurer indeed an exclusive adventurer)

My husband Toshiki finally told me who the exclusive adventurer and the others were. These exclusive adventurers are, so to speak, the arm-written adventurers of the Alliance's children, who have been asked by the Alliance to end Jazeera the Demon directly.

I mean, it's better to act with them as much as possible. In the sense of safety, and in the sense of ending Jazeera.

The adventurers, who were said to be exclusive adventurers, learned some face. So if I had to, I would have acted with them.

(Well, I was just told to act together and do nothing at this stage)

With that in mind, Cayenne decided to light it and bring the water to a boil.

Though the water in the oasis, you are more likely to get sick if you drink it as it is.

Sometimes desert nights are cold, and it's a decision to drink boiling, warmer water.

Meena sat next to me as I was burning the dull water from the oasis.

"Cayenne."

"What's up, Meena?

"I'll do the fire. Cayenne tells us how to take care of our gear"

Watching Meena say that and bow her head, Cayenne now realizes. They're just slaves, and the knowledge of adventure says they're just amateurs.

Nothing. I haven't cut anything today because I didn't inspect it all day, so I don't have that much of a problem with weapons. Take care of sweat-stained protective equipment.

With that in mind, Cayenne decided to teach the slaves to inspect their protective equipment, saying, "I'll teach you later, too".

(Think of it as an increased opportunity to have a conversation with the Meanas)

When I was a slave to former shopkeeper Marc, there was no particular conversation or anything. Because we weren't allowed to have conversations other than what was necessary. Naturally, even the same tent mates didn't follow each other in conversation.

But Toshiki didn't ban conversation at all.

Rather, the Cayennes were more worried in a way to make recommendations.

If we allow that, it won't lead to a breach of confidentiality or a reduction in the morale of slaves.

It was something I feared so much, but it seemed like a useless worry to that husband.

The beginning and end of making sure the order is thorough so as not to divulge confidentiality, and even when it comes to bad speech, even if it is not confidential, I don't know what the hell ear is or if it is the owner of reading minds, but soon there will be advice.

Thanks to you, rather, to the point where I don't feel comfortable having that husband. Cayenne and the other slaves have the impression of a pretty eye-catching hell ear.

(But it's good to have more conversations)

Cayenne thinks.

I have more opportunities to talk to other slaves, and I feel like I've had a lot of trust.

I think mass fighting, such as the one on the wall, also worked well because we had more opportunities to talk to other slaves.

Cayenne noticed that he had more opportunities to deal with other slaves than he thought, through mass archaeology, the lifting of the ban on conversations, etc.

I'm sure if I hadn't, I might not have taught you to inspect your protective equipment or anything.

With that in mind, Cayenne went to the slaves with a cloth for inspection in her hand.

Returning to the tent, Hetty joked about "Welcome home, my husband" as usual and welcomed me.

I had a rag in my hand and apparently I was on my way to teach Yuffi and Nell how to wipe away the sand and dust. That explains why Uffi is grumpy and why Nell seems sorry.

It was quite an interesting scene as a sight.

It must have been a bizarre sight from the other slaves that the three fine slaves would not have cleaned the rag with one hand. At any rate, until now, such acts have been determined to be the work of me or my subordinate slaves.

But the surrounding slaves seemed to think it was not a pleasant sight. Whatever it is, there is an air of surprise that I am hitting the luxury slaves hard to match my previous grudges. You will need to solve the misunderstanding later.

"Are you teaching me to clean?

"Yeah. Something I just couldn't look at"

"Must be."

I sat at my desk and opened my books, laughing bitterly. To record such expenses, such as water and emergency food purchased in large quantities in this case.

In this case, the tax exemption on income for the current fiscal year, as well as Marc's hidden property, would benefit a considerable amount. But that benefit presupposes only that the slaves participating in the crusade will not die. I have made a promise to buy out the slaves for the dead, but it's going to depend on the discretion over there to see how far you can protect them.

"When I say cleaning and education and books, Hetty will be a good wife"

"Oh, what is it all of a sudden? There's nothing I can do to compliment you."

"No, no, the books. Until recently, you've been wearing it with Marc, haven't you? I was relieved to hear how messed up the books were because they said they were being wrongly accounted for, but I was relieved that they were unnecessarily neatly wrapped up."

"Yes. I'm honored to be of service to you. Well, if only I had a hand like this."

That's how he was Hetty to tear up, but as far as appraisal skills showed, he didn't seem to feel bad at all.

She was laughing at me when I said, "Let's have it" in half the joke. This look looks familiar, the look on Meena's face when she makes fun of me in half.

"Are you going to be dictating? The merchant, if he's serious, shouldn't talk about trouble."

"I wouldn't have any trouble getting it serious. Be glad."

"Ugh, I'm a tall woman. I'll help you, so make more money."

"Must be."

It came to perfection the way it was not. Let's admit, Hetty is a really good woman.

Having felt a slightly cold gaze from Uffi, I decided to get to work to see if this was where I was kidding. By the way, Nell said, uh...