A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

I think Meena noticed my desk.

"Is that... a glass bottle and a heating appliance?

"Oh, do a little dispensing."

"Is it a dispensation!?

What I am currently in is nothing more than medicine.

Dispensing.

Making medicines based on various ingredients.

Formulation balance, dispensing courses, and in-depth knowledge are required in each.

Even if you make sleeping pills, for example, if you fail to balance the formula, it becomes a poison that kills people.

What do I do and what happens?

Without such detailed knowledge, it is impossible to come and dispense.

"... Lord, you get your hands on more and more things..."

"Well, it's profitable. Plus, I want a wide range of sales people."

There are multiple reasons why I'm making drugs.

For one thing, disease control. If the slave has a fever or a cold, I want to cure it early.

Because colds and fever do not transfer to other slaves.

Of course, if you decide you won't make it, throw it away.

As a slave trader, the decision to cut off the sick is more reasonable.

Of course, I want to avoid that as much as possible. From a profit point of view, add to the hearts and minds of the surrounding slaves, or for humanitarian reasons.

I have an appraisal skill, so I notice something strange in the early stages.

That would make the medicine easy to take.

Later, keeping your body warm, getting deep sleep, are two things that will mostly heal.

For one thing, sales.

They say the medicine I make is of good quality. That would be natural.

The formula balance is quite appropriate.

Observe drug degeneration due to chemical changes.

Quality is assessed and aligned through appraisal skills.

If anything, you can even get tips on the procedure for conditioning by searching in detail.

There's no reason why this doesn't work.

As a result, I was successful in mass producing the correct potions by following the correct procedures.

Later only sell and wholesale a little cheaper to pharmacists in Oasis Street.

Naturally, they say they'll be kind with this one over there.

This one also profits from the difference with the raw materials and the other from the potion.

This is how I keep more sales partners.

If you need me, my slave would appreciate it.

Making a face connection like that was an inexplicable story.

"... are you just a sales tool?"

"To start selling potions and drugs in large part, I don't have enough people and I think I can stand a corner. Above all, there is no credit from the customer. I'm looking at expanding sales, but you're the guy who's making a dime."

It's more of a solid source of income than a penny.

But it's not enough that I'm going to take it seriously when I think about all kinds of difficulties.

Therefore, it is now treated as a side business.

I'm only teaching Uffi a little bit, but he still doesn't seem to be able to formulate better than me.

I think about it only as one of my investments in the future.

"Of course I'll let you know if Meena wants to know."

"... well you're an adventurer... Let's just learn a little bit when we're free."

"Right. Let me know if you want to know something about herbs."

I cleaned the dirt out of Dadan.

After that, is it enough to get the hair done and give it a light massage?

Meena, who must have been moving around with heavy baggage all along, did have an elaborate shoulder.

Can the Lord be a masseuse, too?

She was slapping such a light mouth.

I laugh.

As a matter of fact, there is an aid to the technique of massage inside the therapy Lv.1.

I don't have to wonder when I was taking it.

(Don't you want to keep your name when you were born as a person?... I didn't expect to hear that line from a slave trader)

Chitta with an ironic grin.

Now her exclusive task is that of the head slave.

"Talent Consultant Mitsuji" job.

It was called short-term contract slavery, like.

I only want manpower for a moment.

That kind of demand is naturally everywhere.

For example, I want manpower because I want to carry stone, etc.

Nothing. I don't want manpower in the long run, but I'm in trouble if I don't get rid of this now.

In line with that demand, "Human Resource Consultant Mitsuji" lends manpower.

Sales are pretty good.

Other slave traders also lend people by imitating "talent consultant Mitsuji".

Therefore, this store was not the only place to monopolize profits.

However, my husband Toshiki had a strange facial breadth.

If you acquire sales associates with strange connections, you are gaining more customers.

Is it handy or is it a change of mind?

Anyway, "Talent Consultant Mitsuji" had a not-so-bad track record due to such short-term contract work.

(Though... no one has succeeded enough to leave a name, merchant)

Chitta thought as she carried the stone.

Nothing. Not bad treatment right now.

Rather, much has been improved than before.

For example, because my husband said that water magic had grown, the drinking limit had been eased, and permission had been given to wash the body.

Meals also behave more luxuriously than usual if they are earned well.

There was also one more tent and the problem of sleeping space improved considerably.

I mean, you can't be dissatisfied.

That's all Chitta is satisfied with.

I just think about it.

Don't you want to leave a name?

Having spoken so much grand a language, I was wondering if anyone would have made a dream come true that I could leave a name for myself first.

(Career plan, I said.... Well, I know I'm definitely letting you take that step)

I wonder about Cayenne, for example.

Chitta is the same junior slave, so I know Cayenne's birth.

Having taken the Demon Man's Bounty Neck, he is quite active as an exclusive Alliance Adventurer.

Instead, I guess I just found a convenient Lizardman with physical strength, adventurer experience and combat skills in an adventurer's guild where I was busy doing my job before and after the flea market.

But Cayenne turned out to be having a pretty good birth.

Speaking of which, so is the new American Lutz.

At my husband's convenience, he wanted the guy who could cook to make a meat stir fry.

That was just conveniently left to Lutz.

I couldn't do it even if I wanted to cook, Lutz. That made me cook a lot, and on the contrary, I was hesitant.

Still, as I continued to make it, for the first time, I acted as a cook to my guests with my own hands.

I think he's changed.

I was starting to say that I wanted to be prepared for something and make it on my own.

As a result, he now works as a "Tavern Mori Bear" cook.

Given the topical or somewhat knowledgeable names, they may be more successful in a sense than Cayenne's in "leaving a name behind".

Leave a name.

Futochitta thought.

Indeed, that young master has prepared the first step of each dream.

But it is ultimately up to the individual to decide whether or not to leave a name.

(... Then will you also listen to your own dreams? It's up to me if I can make it happen, but if I can get you on the road to consulting me before then)

Chitta wiped her sweat as she lowered the stone to the warehouse.

A little dream.

That is, you can't beat a man.

(Fighter.... Nice, it's a dream thing for once)

Chitta looked out at the Oasis Street festival hall.

Simple reason.

What does it mean to be strong? What do you mean by "praise"?

Chitta doesn't know the answer yet.