A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Leaving room for the exhausting Lutz, me and the slaves went into the street cleanup job.

For example, you have to rinse the iron dish with water and brush it with lemon skin to remove oil stains. The same goes for scorched iron plates and garbage cleaners.

After that, clean the iron plate. Genuinely scrub and clean anything here that didn't even fall off a burnt down hella.

The last thing that bothers me is burning iron plates, discarding extra oil receptacles, and cleaning this guy. The burnt dirt is persistent, so it's gold. I need to rub it, but it's all covered in oil, so it's gold. I'm deluded myself. So it's gold for the receptacle. I need it separately.

But it's for sale.

I have a feeling I'm going to finish it.

It was only a plan that came to my mind, but I didn't even think it was going to sell out 50 meals all of a sudden.

(Didn't you even have to throw a hidden ball)

I kind of watched a threesome or something. All these kids do today is wash dishes and buy bread.

Originally, I was going to have the song perform, but I still don't seem to have to perform it.

(But it's tomorrow that I'll have these kids sing too. It's a rehearsal. I want to see the finish by flea market day)

At the same time, I saw Meena. He still has a sunken face.

(I'm worried about Meena too. rehearsal of tomorrow's spear dance, I'll have trouble seeing how much it is)

Yes, there are two hidden balls I have.

One is going to see how it goes tomorrow, the performance of the dance and the song by them.

Another is the sale of liquor.

(Open the tent a bit and look on stage, where you perform and stuff. Eat meat and drink while guests watch it. I'm thinking of a plan called... but I'm sure it'll work)

It's a dodgy plan, but I stepped on it without losing it.

Meat sells in the first place.

If I could eat meat and watch them perform for free, they would stay there and make a crowd.

And look at the crowd and notice.

What if they were drinking and having fun with meat like that?

I'm sure I'd love to try drinking and eating meat and performing, too.

A method of propaganda using collective psychology.

Meat and liquor lead to one of the most discerning desires of all.

(The battlefield, until a crowd is available. And this is easy to make up for.... It's Sakura)

Yes, use Sakura to 'perform' popularity.

Fortunately, we have enough men. There are thirty slaves in my possession, so there are no more than fifteen people working for me as an officer.

(How about if you fail? Meat will sell as usual. The liquor is well preserved. Performance is free. I won't lose anything. Strongly speaking, to the point of holding stock of liquor, but liquor is fine if sold slowly with meat)

Yes, there's nothing to lose in this battle.

Meat and liquor to feed Sakura's slaves... well, it's really a small expense, so it's cheap when it comes to publicity.

(And then, Howard, Cayenne, if you can, why don't we cross over to the Ariosh Ongs and appeal to them that they can have some delicious meat when they come)

In the meantime, customers should call as much as they can.

As a matter of fact, this meat stir-fried 50 meals sold faster than expected. Since it was only open in the evening and it wasn't flea market day yet, and the visibility of our store was subtle, if we went to 50 meals in about three hours, it would have been a huge victory, but what a pace that hasn't taken two hours to sell 50 meals.

The pace is 80% compared to 250 meals, 10 hours scheduled for sale on Flea Market Day.

Even considering that the flea market will have more than triple the crowd, it's going to be horrible.

Then tomorrow is the day before the flea market, the meat is scheduled for 150 meals and I want to experience seven to eight hours of sales from noon to evening.

The slaves should also go through how tired they get from working long hours (even though half of them are going to take turns as Sakura and half as Labour,), and I want to observe what peak time can be with selling long hours too.

Therefore, I would like to call as many customers as I can to make 150 meals.

(For the calculation of uncatched raccoons, but if the pace of selling was too fast, let's buy an extra 50 servings at the butcher shop)

It's really a greed calculation, but I'm also thinking about how to handle it if it sells too much.

I can't wait to see tomorrow.

"Um."

That's why I was surprised by Lutz's voice.

He was obviously depressed.

"What's up? If you're tired, rest."

"No, you can't rest, you can't"

"No, not really," Lutz cut out, bowing his head in an atmosphere of regret somewhere.

"May I ask"

"Mm, while you work on it, okay?

"Yes."

May I ask, what are you going to ask?

"Why are you so good at cooking"

Pompous.

Lutz listens to what I would normally laugh at.

But the psychograph of the appraisal skills showed such a serious move that I drank the words for a moment.

"... Lutz is good too"

Because I have appraisal skills, my cooking skills have improved easily to Lv.1, but even Lutz is following suit with Lv.1.

If there's any other cause for me to look good, that's the difference between me making it like the recipe and Lutz imitating it.

"It's not good."

At last, the psychographic trend became suspicious in the words with self-derision.

Silent time to be born for a moment. I think I should say something, but Lutz was going to say something, so I dare you to shut up from me.

And pompous. A really small voice, very important, he asks.

"What is cooking?"

That vague way of asking questions already told the story of Rutz's inner grid.

It was a very serious question.

"... sorry, I don't deserve to be able to answer that question seriously"

"... but your husband is a good cook"

"You know what, it's all over the world. It's normal that a guy who's better than himself doesn't have a clear answer about it."

I chose my words carefully.

"For example, a man who paints with a sense of color is better than a man who is serious about art, and there is no way to impress a person with a sense of color, and a man who is not talented at not thinking about such an appropriate person is noticed, and it's normal to grind."

"... Really?"

"Facing something is basically hard"

……

I changed the subject to "but" there.

"But yeah, I'm glad to see Lutz cook. Something about the guy who said he wanted to cook, or he wanted to support me. I'll take care of it."

"... I told you"

"... oh, when I saw that attitude towards your cooking, I knew I would."

I may have dug a grave.

"Lutz anyway. I'm sure the food is rooted in what I want to do. Maybe I'm a good cook from you, but I don't know what cooking is to me. Instead, I think Lutz knows what cooking is better."

……

His face was in the shadows of the night and it was terribly hard to see.

"Could that have been different? Sorry. Talk about the sermon smell. I don't know if I missed the topic."

"... no, somehow I get it"

"No, I don't think you understand."

I ate down.

I can't fail words any more. So I have to listen to Lutz more carefully.

"I can't say well, but I, I think dreams are like curses"

"... Curse"

"Dreams, they're beautiful, they're something I want to see forever, but I'm sure dreams sometimes stab people too hard in the heart by showing them what they don't like. So it's hard to face dreams, but it's hard not to dream."

……

"I think for a weak person like that, dreaming is a curse you have to face with the feeling of drinking mud to make it happen, whether you fold your mind down and give up"

"... Curse"

"... the sermon has passed. Bad."

It's just a sermon, saying you're not so great or anything. Still, I might have wanted to pass this word on to Lutz.

It's just Rutz who decides how to take it.

So I only order Dry to do it for my benefit.

He should be able to fold himself up already.

"Lutz, you know there's a flea market for a week."

"Yes."

"For a week, you sell meat in this shop."

"... Yes"

"You decide after that, what you're about to do."

That's what I told Lutz.

At all, I'm not very, but I'm too blue to preach that I'm unfamiliar with. I'm not a very smart bunch of people, so I'm like, "Come on!" and it's easier to put in live and I like it.

It just makes me understand too much. Weak human grid can sting my heart sometimes.

That's when I wasn't strong enough to be a career consultant.

I want Lutz to stand up to me. That's my ego. But I think there's probably something about wanting you to stand up to even without the ego.