A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Cayenne's tears settled down, and for a while, me and Cayenne decided to head to the Adventurers Guild and finish the necessary steps.

Whatever you say, Cayenne, a former criminal slave, will now be re-registered as an exclusive Alliance adventurer, so there will be some stories to write about and put on.

"No, my lords, they were truly dauntless." It is Arioshung who laughs at Eagle Deep. "We crusaded the demon Jazeera and prevented the damage to the Oasis Street caused by Sabakudiougmo. Not only that, but it prevented it until someone was plotting behind it."

"That was something Cayenne had to work on. I baked galana to soak up caffeine smoke to Sabakudiougmo, but that's all. It's a coincidence we caught a bandit."

"You don't have to be modest."

"It's all a result of torture, not that I was extraordinarily good"

Act as if you set up a terrible torture against a certain female bandit, Poulain. The content of the torture was, well, certainly terrible. Specifically, to the extent that we succeeded in growing intra-abdominal surgery to LV.5. Later, he just said he got the wings to squeeze the robe cape by hand.

Because of this, the female bandit Pulan caught me. I could have taken my life, but there was so much I wanted to ask, that I was captured. It would be more appreciated as an arioshwong than to offer a corpse alive to it.

Arioshung laughs at "torture". "It could be harsh on your stomach. I don't think your lord is such a sexualist. If you still give me the name of the Lord, don't blush her face."

It is. No, because I only use my fingers when I say I'm sexually active. Because it matters here.

This jizzy seems to have a sketchy personality inside, and I somehow found myself trying to explore this anecdote as this fortunate.

You better force yourself to change the story.

"Did you end up taking the back of my story?

"Behind the story? Oh" Arioshung blatantly faces. "I didn't try to admit it, not the bandit. I have nothing to say, a strain of. All of your testimonies could be treated as crazy on the bureau papers."

"It's..."

"Well, you've got roughly the lord's story. Pulan, who was looking to liberate Mahadi, the great thief of the century, joined hands with Jazeera, the demon who wanted to liberate the global terrorist Che Fanatico."

As he put his arms together, Arioshuong brought them to the back of the chair. It's a bitter look, because the work that will come around to him in the future is sure to be cumbersome.

From now on, the Adventurer Guild will have to monitor the two Mahadi and Che Fanatico for a while. Not exactly the Adventurer Guild, but the city guards. But there's no way the city guards can monitor these guys without the help of the Adventurer Guild either.

"Ah, flea markets come at troublesome times"

"Right, in a few moments there will be a flea market. It's a big money opportunity for us merchants."

"For that matter, people come and go," the old man stared at Cayenne. "That doesn't mean you and your friends in terrorism are coming."

I was impressed next door that this old man could make such a scary look. Because this spare time is also other HR, and if this Arioshuong stares directly at me, I would be a little upset too. I also admire that Cayenne, who receives it, remains calm.

"Therefore, no matter how many people we have, we are short of manpower. That's not just a job to protect like a guard, it's not a requested job to pee like a normal adventurer.... The point is, there's not enough people for dirty work, Cayenne."

Cayenne did not dwell on the sharpness of Arioshuong's eyes, but he did not. A verse that I am rather proud to be involved in that much work can be seen from its expression.

"If I may," Cayenne snorted briefly. "I will do my best to get the job done. It's a return to an adventurer that I wasn't supposed to allow. I've been given another chance to dream, and I'll reward you for that."

"I said so."

Now it was time for eagle fried, but with a full grin Arioshuong struck his hand.

"Well, welcome home, Cayenne."

"Welcome home?

I can see the usual prank from the "Master Left" broken look. "You were an adventurer once, weren't you? Welcome is crazy. Welcome home."

……

Cayenne stops moving perfectly. Is this going to make you cry?

That's what I'm afraid of. He was slowly bowing his head.

"... I'm back now. Keep it up."

To the courtesy of being in love, "um, um," Arioshuong was becoming more and more comfortable.

I saw those two and realized that my first job was to say it well.

"A portion of my salary from Adventurer Alliance to Cayenne for a while is to refund me," I asked Cayenne to confirm my contract. "This goes on until your official price, the equivalent of eight gold coins. I don't take interest, but I put audits in from me on a regular basis. Until then, you're my slave on the papers."

"Oh, sir."

"As soon as it's over, you get citizenship as a free citizen. I want you to do all the procedures on your own... but I'll help you. I'll learn too."

"That would help, honestly, sir."

"Because unlike you, I'm not an exclusive adventurer, but I have about five adventurers at the same time who plan to make their debut. Maybe with Meena. I'm planning on making my adventurer debut. If you want to, you can party with them and have an adventure."

"From what, sir?"

As we sat next to each other, me and Cayenne were gently sipping the liquor at the evening drinker.

This drinker general, apparently familiar with Cayenne's old days, just got a spicy miso knob made as a little service earlier. It tastes like chopsticks and booze.

"I'm gonna change my mind," I asked Cayenne. "Were you in love, honestly?

"Sort of."

Cayenne nodded with somewhat distant eyes. At the end of my gaze is the general, but I'm sure his eyes look at something more varied than that. Those eyes, like you're in memory.

No, I don't suppose it should be a tear, but honestly, I also think Cayenne is far-sighted in retrospect of the beautiful days of the damsel when she sees a damsel fumbled up like this bear and aligned with the general of the forest bear. Am I doubting you too much?

"Sir."

"What's going on?

"Five years is a long time."

It's a dialogue I shouldn't laugh at, but normally I laugh at. "Oh, even for a long time," he nods and sips a sip of booze. It didn't taste good, but it tasted like life, like it stayed in my throat.

You're right, five years is a very long time. Three years is a long time. That must be it.

"But you haven't changed in five years."

"Hmm?"

Cayenne dropped her eyes and looked at the pinch of spicy miso. I miss the taste the same.

I thought about it for a while and just figured it out. Five years later, he seemed to think I was smudged by some damsel who remembered me and served me.

(I see)

Cayenne was oligarchy. I'm a man who does nothing but talk, but when I immerse myself in nostalgia like this, I become determined and oligarchic.

This man knows exactly what life tastes like. That's why it's oligarchy.

I thought so.

"Sir."

"Hmm?"

Where did the oligarchy go until just now, when he suddenly broke up with each other and laughed naggingly and opened his mouth "Oh, my goodness with the sexual haughty".

"Well, naturally, I told you I came to see Kathy, and then I finally got to be a real sex hero."

"Cassie?

"I recently returned, my thousand-man maid. She's a bigger figure than I am, but not just her body." Make the shape of her hand dirty. Laugh. "The feeling is blemishes, the heavens are numbered, the mound is clamped to the punishment and that's good"

Cayenne, who turns verses and makes the cobwebs profitable, says, apparently, a really awesome whore. Curiosity that shouldn't matter which one is awesome compared to Hetty, etc brought my head.

It shouldn't matter. Even so.

"What do you say, sir, what's your response?

"Ha, I've decided that"

"Are you sure?

"Fangs are rusty if you don't use them."

"The boulder is my husband!

Big laugh for both of us at the same time.

Then the kitchen said, "Here! Cayenne, you end up with this!" and the anger of the general came. But the general's laughing, too, so, well, maybe that's the thing.

"Then tell me the shop, Cayenne."

"Fine, that's what people told me, but maybe I can trust you. Howard's old man taught me."

"Howard! What the hell is he doing!" Definitely the biggest surprise of the day.

"Sora, you protect the day and attack the night!

And a laugh. This is what drinking with bastards has to be like, after all.

(By the way, Kathy says I lost too)

Talk to you later.

I think it would be a good fight if we just fingered each other, but that woman's auga (Kathy) was really awesome. It seemed like a great idea for me to call myself a sex lord.

Welcoming me back were Iri's intriguing eyes, Nell's wrinkling eyes, Meena's sad eyes, Hetty's slightly chilled eyes, and even colder Yuffi's extremely cold eyes.