A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

My slave store, "Talent Consultant Mitsuji" is early in the morning.

"- Come on, it's morning! Everybody get up! Here!"

The aperture is the most, stick up your voice.

My day begins as the sun climbs. Morning coolness and dazzling sunshine awaken me from my sleep.

Morning is good. It's a nice time to get the job done. Besides, experience shows that the day turns well when the morning starts well. Is it the guy who feels tight?

Getting up early gets three sentences. That's also my still-compliant motto.

"... ugh, sleep..."

One first. The girl appeared out of her tent with a strangely spicy look on her eyebrows.

Meena Celian Slope, a warcat of the Beast Clan Celian Slope, a daughter with a cat-like appearance.

She has an unusual blessing called "The Witch of Dreams," which, in fact, sometimes, she says, gets notified in her dreams.

"What's up, are you sleepy?

"Because I am the sleeping princess of my dreams..."

"What the hell?"

"I can't wake up without you sooner or later..."

"Hey, you know what? They say," Sleep, sleep. "

Meena takes a proactive approach to me, even though she raises it. Whether it is half a joke or serious, it is difficult to handle it slightly due to the subtle lack of discernment around it.

On the other hand, I have a super dry side (I say kiss, but you're dirty if you don't have a laundry in your sleeping mouth) and other things, and I'm thinking a lot about not being forgiving to girls.

It's always like this. Meena asks me out and I get it right. Sometimes I ride her invitation, but it's a matter of mood.

With that in mind, she was about to go back to sleep.

Eat Decopin for now. Ouch, I was holding my head down or something, but it's not what I found out.

"'Cause you have to sleep and say it!? Then I have to go to sleep! He said," That's what I'm talking about. Sleep and say. That's a mess, what is this?

"... oh, good morning..."

It was our dependable deputy manager, Hetty, who showed up as the second person to follow.

His real name is Hetyra Lamier. Being a Lamier species of demonic race, she has a lower body like a snake.

Hetty looked like she was sleeping badly again. Speaking of which, the snake was a warming animal, and good knowledge passed my mind whether my body wasn't sleepy or not.

But it is rare that she of the firm has such a side. It's a bit of a precious sight for a typical dead-eyed woman, a beautifully eyed face with a slightly sleepy look on her face.

"Hetty, listen to me, I was just decoped by the Lord! After all, the Lord is my DV husband!

"Oh, good morning, Meena. You've been fine since morning."

"I'm not letting you sleep tonight - there's a carnivorous side like that, but there's a mean part of it, but the job is burly, this is definitely a pattern of becoming a DV!

"I don't know what you mean by Decopin, Divoy, or carnivore, but maybe you do."

"And, appropriately…"

Whether he was sleepy or not, Hetty was appropriately talking to Meena. Meena was more like "I've never seen Hetty like this before..."

I'm a little surprised, too. Isn't the usual deadbeat woman Aura completely lurking in the shadows now?

"I mean, it's a DV, Meena."

"Holy shit! Ha Ni (nose)! Ha Ni Ni (so) is the knob (nose)!

When I let go of my hand, I was wary of mumbling. What the heck, a cat? A cat, though.

And I'm not putting you to bed tonight - well, I don't remember saying that. I think it's been fabricated for a long time.

In the meantime, I decide to leave the farce aside and it will take me to wake up the rest of the faces.

- Too bad he's awake.

Third person. Harpy's girl, Ili was already awake. Elise Halpuia, one of a trio of little ones, featuring green hair and asshole hair, winged, handless arms, and a fragmented way of talking.

"I don't say twelve years old, little one."

"Here, don't read people's minds"

"Bird morning, early"

"Through, you really are my pace."

"Birdhead?

"No, you're not. A bird's head is a weak memory that I forget a lot from beside what I said. Chickens can forget if they walk three steps..."

"Bird morning, early"

"I knew you were a dickhead."

Ili is always like this. I wonder if she's a silent, faceless girl, and she's an interesting pattern child when she makes me talk. It also has a surprisingly strong personality: the oblique side of eating on a sketchy topic, the sharp side of thinking about something deep, especially the blurry side of not thinking about anything. The reason I feel rich in expressionless habits is because there is such a thing.

Such an irritation, but he seemed pleased that he was now interested in the sun "warm". He closed his eyes and said, "I like it warm," so I just appropriately said, "Well."

"... shut up"

That's when I heard a grumpy voice coming from behind me. The fourth is our grumpy princess, Uffi.

Euphemia Skovolk. If you describe her in a terminal way, she is a disgraceful silver-haired elf arrogant,.

There's a clean side to it, she hates it enough to tear eyes when she offers to clean the tent, for example. Before this, a dodgy Nell splashed me with rag water and said, "Hino!" or something like that. "

Now they thought the reason she was upset was because she was beaten up early in the morning. Or that's all I could think of.

"You guys, making a scene early in the morning will annoy the neighborhood. You know what?" I've been bitter, so I decided to take the answer for once.

"It's okay. This is the border between Oasis and Slam streets, with a small number of neighbors. I'm not going to make a scene like that."

"... what are you going to do in case a troublesome person sees you"

"That's when the slaves are coming to our house. Thirty people are working out with spear archery or something, and if it's a rough thing, it'll be nothing."

"It's a messy thought."

judgment, and I heard the wild birds flying. Maybe he was fishing for some garbage.

It is a common sight in the outskirts of this city, Oasis Street, commonly known as Slam Street.

Ruins and rocks. Neglected dewstores and tents. Floaters, wild birds, and garbage.

The 'Slam Street' area is just on the outskirts of this city, full of suspicious atmosphere.

"Well, you're right, we may not have had a problem before, but we may not be going there from now on."

Ufi speaking with arms.

She always feels like it doesn't seem fun at all or the words are strangely pointy.

At difficult times, is that the guy?

"... good morning everyone..."

At that time, it was finally the arrival of the fifth Nell. Nelline Sullene, daughter of the Demonic Seylane, with blue, transparent hair.

"Ugh, I'm sleepy......" looks like Nell is really weak in the morning. She sounds like her when it comes to the quiet girlfriend.

"What are you talking about...? Fish......?

"... Nell, you know, nobody's talking about fish."

"But Yufi, the fish may not go that way, I didn't say...?

"From now on, I..."

Early in his sleep, he was showing a quick natural mess. Uffi the boulder also said, "What's a fish..." Nell seems to drive normally, sleepy or awake. In other words, it is natural.

At that time, he said, "Oh, ah! I'm sorry, my husband!" He finally realized I was quite wolfish.

"Good morning, I forgot! Sorry!"

It was not an apology for the delay. Say hello.

But when I said, "Yeah, good morning," I said, "Yes, good morning!" He smiled at me, so I lost my mind to pay some attention.

Somehow, I guess this kid is the type who can't help but be careful. I mean, pointless, you know, what would that be?

"So, was it a fish?

"No."

Get away from the fish.

"Huh! That's, uh, sorry!

And oddly enough, I apologize a lot for being negative. Maybe it's fear. He seems to be afraid of me for some reason. Why not?

With that happening, the other slaves kept waking up, so I thought it was a good time.

"Come on, get in touch!

and keep your attention as you slap your hand.

(Later Lutz...... well if he's not here because I asked him to buy the morning meat......)

I would have one later here, an oak kid named Lutz, but I'm not here because I'm asking him to buy meat.

meat, is an ingredient for the sale of meat stir-fry.

Yes, this time our Talent Consultant Mitsuji is looking to make a fortune selling meat stir-fry.

"- Gentlemen! I know you'll be busy for the next week, but let's keep our heads up! Guests come not only from Oasis Street, but also from the outside city! That means it's also an incredible opportunity to appeal to outside customers to our uniqueness and speciality! Don't pull it out!"

Yes, making a fortune.

"- Because from today on, it's 'Flea Market'!