A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Cayenne woke up. I was relieved by that.

He might not have woken up.

Trace amounts of poison have been detected from the neck stab wounds suffered by Cayenne. This poison is a form of neurotoxicity, and Cayenne will have fallen into a poison that barely amounts to lethality.

As a result, Cayenne stayed down for only two days.

I was pretty awkward holding Cayenne while she fell for those two days.

For some reason, I really deserved it, but it was because my evil deeds were broken by Hetty.

"Hey, your husband?" Hetty stuffs in a teasing tone. "If Cayenne hadn't woken up from this, Cayenne would have died while your husband was in love with a female bandit, wouldn't he?

I realized in that voice that my wise whore was the crown. Although facial expressions are teasing and natural, killing anger almost perfectly even in the eyes, the psychograph of appraisal skills represents anger and disappointment.

I'm scared to see Hetty again after finding out she is. How deeply angry is she that she has the art of pushing and killing emotions so perfectly, but still pushing and killing deep emotions into the light of her eyes?

"No way, it's an interrogation, not an affair. It wasn't fun for me either, and I risked my life."

It's a cold sweat to explain. It is at times like this that we must not misspell words. Turn your head calmly and analyze what Hetty is angry about.

Hetty is angry at three things: when Cayenne was about to die, she went to the timber warehouse until I invaded the danger and was delayed in an affair with a female bandit. What cannot be denied is the fact that Cayenne was dying, committed a danger and went to the timber warehouse. Then the only way I can explain it is in terms of female bandits and affair.

"I headed to the lumber warehouse to exorcise the Sabakudiougmo that hit the city in the first place," I choose the words carefully. "What's more, that's probably exactly what happened when I glanced at the fact that a firehouse thief was lurking in a lumber warehouse. I've prevented the crime of the fire scene thief, and I've made a double feat."

"Hey, your husband. That will is splendid, and I will not deny your husband's accomplishments. Yeah, sure. But that's not what I'm trying to say."

Hetty's painted eyes are soothingly colorful, and I can only be confused by the slight anger lurking behind them. Half the joke, she stuffed me in an exaggerated tone that felt like it.

"I thought your husband went to the warehouse until he risked his life for some serious reason. That's why I was worried, but I didn't stop.... but, no way, I didn't think you were getting in trouble..."

"I sincerely apologize. I am truly sorry."

You're doing better than I thought.

I immediately bowed my head. Slavers should bow their heads as soon as they do something wrong. It's far more honest to apologize for something you've done wrong than not to apologize for something you've done wrong.

With this clear head lowering of mine, there's finally more panic around me, and the reaction of the Trinity returns.

"Lord! It doesn't make it easy to keep your head down! What can you do if the slaves underestimate you!" and it's Meena. "And I believe it. The Lord said that he had tortured, and that he was not in trouble with the woman..."

Plenty of followup to me until it hurts, more and more sorry for Meena. Maybe Meena doesn't feel like getting her head up ahead. I'm sorry. Actually, I was delayed in things. It was fun to improve my skills.

"... your husband is terrible, now I'm not the bad guy..." Hetty insists deliberately. "I believed you. I'm really worried and worried because I'm leaving you about us. I don't know what to do if I get hurt, or if I die. Then this happens, it's terrible, my lord..."

I was a little distracted by the disappearing voice and the psychological graph of the appraisal skills that now recorded my grief. Sadness?

I was inside, and I just thought she was joking half the time and doing this. No, well, anger and stuff is probably true (I was worried about you. What is this guy, like), but the rest of it was just a purposeful shake to say he was doing this to get me in trouble with half the joke.

Oh, isn't this a joke act to get me in trouble? Is this an act to hide something you're slightly seriously sad about? and I just have to get more and more confused.

"Sir, don't worry about it," Cayenne's words, which have remained silent until now, were simple. "My Hema and her husband's work has absolutely nothing to do with it. It was my mistake to die in the first place, my husband couldn't possibly be responsible."

Cayenne was not angry at all.

Really well done man. While I'm dying, if my boss, who threw a life-threatening job at me, enjoyed being horny, I'd be completely rude and unreliable.

Maybe in the past Cayenne has already had similar experiences. Per my best friend Clad, I enjoyed porn when Cayenne was dying.

"But Cayenne. You're dying because this colourful mistress demanded of you an impossible challenge."

"Color mess......"

I shrugged unexpectedly about the color... but I can't say it back because I'm right.

But Cayenne's reply was really manly.

"It's not impossible. Until my husband entrusted me with a job he believed I could do. My husband believed me. I responded accordingly. I knew it was life-threatening from the start. Sir, I'm not responsible for anything."

Instead, he even looks tense to the chest.

In me Cayenne became a good man to fall in love with.

"In the first place, I'm the only one who can be angry about this. If I'm dying, it's my fault. That anger of Hetty, if you're angry for me, is out of line."

"But..."

"But do you have a snake, bitch?"

Cayenne the Snake Man said it was funny inside, but I decided not to tear it up.

"You're just borrowing someone else's money and clearing up your own depression. I'm not dying for you, but I was just angry that my worried husband was having sex with another woman that night."

…… I shouldn't do it anymore. "

Awesome.

To be perfectly clear, I had no more words for Cayenne. Because Cayenne told me everything I wanted to say.

Hetty, on the other hand, stubbornly shut up as she was increasingly obstinate. Lie down and whisper, "It's sloppy," or she's a pretty girl with a gap.

"Well, it's a joke to get your husband in trouble. But can we just think about it?

Hetty is brilliant in a bit of a tear and still rewards only one arrow like a nail prick. I misled it by switching to "reflection." Oh, you're pretty seriously mad at me. Seriously, I thought, leave it now.

"Better than that, Cayenne"

Hmm? And Cayenne, who was arm in arm, lifted her eyebrows only for a moment and waited for the continuation of my words.

"Congratulations, Cayenne"

"Hmm? What?

I decided to remind Cayenne that I didn't really understand.

"Look, the reward from Arioche Ong," I told Cayenne to hold the Adventurer Alliance contract and the necessary paperwork, and I took it. "What a return of adventurers on the condition that you destroy the Demon Jazeera.... Congratulations!

"... eh"

Around the hardened cayenne, I continued to applaud.

Meena said to me, "Congratulations! He applauded," and Hetty, on the other hand, was a little surprised to say, "Oh, it's true.

Cayenne didn't move with a blink on.

"You, look, you settled, didn't you? Then we have to design a new future plan now."

"Sir..."

"I didn't do anything. It's all Arioshung's solitaire. Arioshuong said to himself," If you're a criminal slave, but you're good, you want an exclusive guild adventurer, so you just sold it conveniently. "

……

"Huh?" I slapped Cayenne on the back and decided to say a decision line. This is your career plan.

That's how I laughed.

Cayenne was still stunned.

No, I wasn't stunned, he tried to laugh back and didn't seem to laugh along the way.

Because he was sifting into little pieces and weeping.

I gently slapped Cayenne on the back like that.