A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Mitsujin god. About the food god, according to his appraisal skills, he is famous for the Japanese mythical food conservancy god (Umochi no Kami) and so on. While I was distracted by the Japanese notation, I saw Rutz's status.

The house is horribly low. So much so that I wonder if this is an oak, or that vicious demon that if it hits those adventurers or the village peasants, it takes them back to the nest hole and wipes out the woman to the nursery floor.

Maybe the lowest ranked illi status in my slave and a good battle, maybe losing, or so low.

"Mr. Miloir, he is"

"Oh, he's a slave by the name of Lutz. Slavery is cheaper."

"Cooking, is it"

Miloir seems to be reading a lot of things about the words I crushed meaningfully.

That's fine, if you give me some kind of information, like, "Yes, I let him train in cooking," after an in-depth reading, it's profitable.

Sickle him, that's the guy.

Then unexpected information came in.

"... Yes, he is a slave who has sold to restaurants in the past, but was returned again due to inconsistencies with the demands of his employer"

This is the kind of information you've given me to help me get the price right. It seems that this slaver, Miloir, thought that he would lose more credibility by hiding from me than by losing the original cheap demon head slave Lutz was worth the price.

"I see."

I play it in my head. Since the slave named Dayan I was going to buy this time is worth about five gold coins, shall I put a rutz on it and ask for seven gold coins?

"So can I have this Lutz added and seven gold coins?

"If that were you, we could do it a little cheaper."

"For that matter, it's called care. Thank you again."

They screwed up estimating the market. Well, I was also staring at six and a half pieces of inner gold, but was it still a little more? All I said was that I knew what it was like, and I used words like "comfort" and "good looks," but let's reflect on that next time.

"… so please wait as I will bring you a contract"

I thought as I watched her walk away.

But Miloir, he doesn't seem to be the merchant who makes it. I can make it a little cheaper, but I never thought I'd get a word from you.

(No, do you see it as a long-term gain if you can buy your heart with half a piece of gold coin)

I see, rather than selling a product worth six and a half gold coins for seven gold coins and later thinking, "Yeah, I bought this product for seven gold coins, but it might have been good for six and a half, I bought it in that store and lost it," it's better to sell it for six and a half gold coins from the start, so I'm going to come back next as a customer's testimony.

So this kind of humble behavior is more profitable with more deals as a result than the typical obtuse merchant behavior. Of course, it is better to be as humble as possible.

I think Miloir taught me another important thing. I made a note that I was humble to buy trust in a corner of my brain.

When I returned to the tent with one escort and luggage slave, Lutz, who had just purchased, and another combat slave, I heard him sing.

(This is... oh, seriously, you sound like a potato singer.)

I'm out of time.

Maybe this is Hetty's voice. Too much power, no emotion whatsoever.

Not at all like the image. I thought you'd sing colorful with that moist voice. Hetty honestly is surprised because she thought she would do anything.

I see. I do want to hide this singing.

I'm sure this isn't a good time to face it, if I run into Hetty now, maybe Hetty dies of shame.

But I don't know when the song kiri is good inside, isn't this a pattern that I can't get into the tent for a while.

"Um, what's this song?"

Lutz asked me. I cautioned "quietly" in a hurry, but it seemed too late.

You noticed Lutz's voice, and Hetty's singing stopped perfectly.

At the same time, Meena said, "Ah, Lord, welcome home!" He greeted me well.

"So you bought a new slave this time! With the Beast Man...... is it an oak?

"Oh, well, once and for all"

"Sa, come in! It'll be hot out there, and relax in the shade! I'll get you some water."

"Um, thanks, Meena"

Thank you, but I appreciate it.

There was some mean grin on Meena's face.

When I walked into the tent, Hetty was staring at the books (probably just rushing to take them out and fix them right now). On that side are Ili, who would have taught the song, and Uffi and Nell, who were practicing the song together.

Maybe the three of us were laughing slightly about Hetty until just now. The expression hardened because she noticed me and made my face strong, or because the expression was difficult to describe. I just have to compare it to the look that the face I was laughing at made me strong because I saw something awkward.

Meena, I appreciate the welcome, but this is what happens when you pop in on the way to train a song. It's pretty awkward.

(How awkward. First, that Hetty looks like this.)

"Oh, welcome home," she repaired in an unspeakable voice. She was blushing so much that she felt sorry for this one as she watched.

The expression was perfectly smiling that, but it exposed that tears eyes and facial redness were dying of complete shame, and he said, "You're tired, aren't you?" That behavior hurts too much to spare and pay attention to.

I just have to stop. Something, too spectacular.

"Hetty, the purchase value is seven gold coins, keep the books."

"Yeah, all right."

……

……

It is each other's manners to go through thoroughly at times like this. Well, I'll make fun of him later.

(Those three daughters next...)

Three daughters, by which I mean Ili, the princess of Harpi, and Yufi and Nell, two fine slaves.

What they all have in common is that they don't like me.

Ili seemed frightened that she was somehow a sex monster about me or something, and she made some amazing mistakes like "I brought Meena into the bathroom and attacked her," "I killed a female bandit with intercourse," and "Even a female august opponent isn't so moderate as to be attacked" or something. What the hell do you think I am?

So how about Uffi? Sometimes I call her Elf. High pride, she looks down on me terribly. About Meena and taking a bath, she said, "I can't believe I finally got my hands on the product. I missed being a merchant." That's why I didn't get my hands on it.

And he's wary of knowing he's cute and beautiful, and when he'll be attacked. I don't intend to do anything about it, so I want you to rest assured. He's an angry kid, but I don't think he needs to be particularly angry because I hear what he has to say.

Nell is a problem child. Seylan's guy is probably also grating that Meena must be me next. Hetty said that the first one thought about whether to mourn and kill herself, but now she even worries about misunderstandings about dying of childbirth pain if she has a child, or if the child is bullied and killed in the semidemonic tribe.

I neglect to be able to have kids these days. He's not really prepared to be given birth control pills or anything, he's a paranoid girl. Instead, he turns around and impresses me.

These little ones, they sure don't look bad. It's cute, so I guess it's essential for the demand for that hand. I have nothing to complain about.

If I insist, is it a problem that you're too afraid of me?

I know I deserve it. But if we don't remove this fear from the boulder, it's going to get in the way in the future.

(Absolutely not parenting...)

I wondered if I would have to worry about this if I had a daughter.

"I'm done with the books. I'll show them the new ones to the tent. And I'll explain it to you."

"Thank you, Hetty. That'll help."

Hetty, who seems to have settled down a lot, was almost normal anymore from what I saw. You looked like you were going to die, and now you're regaining your calm.

"They say their names are Lutz and Dayan. This is Lutz and this is Dayan."

"Yeah, all right."

"Then let's go," Hetty says to the slaves, who are a little surprised to be called by their name.

I might have been a little surprised by the way this store works. Even slave opponents normally call their names in this store. It seems that some stores do not call it, but the management method that makes the method convenient for management is a little different from the management method of our store. If you want to "educate massive management, rebellious slaves" or something like that, you might have one.

"Look, we're both going," he urged the two slaves with a slightly unexpected look on their faces.

and I drop Hetty off like that and realize it.

Wouldn't that be so awkward with these threesomes?