A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Oasis Street was still in flames today and people were as vibrant as ever. The boulder is the trading center of the kingdom of grace (Bakaristan), so hot that everyone is well dawning into business.

Two of Meena and I were walking in the middle of it in a fuzzy foothold.

Hold a ton of water.

"Lord, and I have a question, but..."

"Duh, duh, meena..."

"Why is the Lord carrying water...? Why don't you let the slaves do it...?

It was a good point. Now that I'm a shopkeeper, there shouldn't be a problem if you ask the slaves for that kind of work.

"Status, nurturing…"

"Huh...?

My whine was heard back by Meena, but I won't shut up because it's not even enough to explain it in depth. There was a reply saying "now, awesome, gamer, remark......" but thru. Or gamer. So how does she know such a word?

Having successfully transported the water, Meena and I were currently sleeping in a shopkeeper's tent to rest that tired body.

The sand clumps around my body, but I don't care. You can wipe your body later anyway.

Exactly breathe constantly, manage to get your rough breath in order to wake up your body.

"Ugh, my body is full of sand"

Yes, while expressing disgust in his mouth, Meena has been staring at this one with a meaningful flush of anticipation somewhere.

I laugh bitterly at myself not knowing what you mean.

When I was a small-timer, this is how I used water to clean dirty slaves. A series of tasks to wash the hair, then wipe the water and repair the hair is quite familiar.

Does that mean 'I want you to do it'?

Although it was certainly well received by the slaves.

For now, as you put it on hold, Meena was bowing her head when she silently drew water to drop the sand attached to her body first. They were really going to have it washed.

"... I don't have a choice, I'll wash you"

"Hehe."

It was Meena laughing with a slightly lit face, but she's cute, so I forgive her.

But even so, I've been doing things from the beginning that don't seem like the masters of slaves. Me, I think, and so on, squeezing a cloth to wipe my body, Meena heard it from my back.

"Um, Lord, can I ask you a few questions?

"What's up, Meena?"

"I wanted to ask you about your plan to be independent of Marc."

Just because the topic is topical, stretch your spine to try to reposition for a moment and wait for it to continue.

"How did the Lord intend to be independent in the first place? Did you specifically decide from the beginning to fit the marc in front of Arioche Ong or something?

"No, I don't have that. 'Cause you told me I should use Arioshuong's help, didn't you, Meena?"

All I had in mind was an accusation of tax evasion. By drooling over Marc's tax evasion into the Merchant Guild, he was thinking of stripping him of his right to manage.

As it turned out, that was not possible in the end, so we followed Meena's announcement and decided to rely on a person named Arioshon.

Perhaps if we tried to become independent without the help of Arioshuong as it were, we would end up with insufficient evidence and leave ourselves to heavenly destiny as to which way to lean, arguing over 'the marc of gray but firm identity as a slave trader close to unlimited black' and 'the gray but unidentified small-use toshiki close to unlimited white'.

"So I helped you get around, too,"

It was Meena who said something humble in words, though, not to mention that she has a complete system of having her skin exposed and her body wiped with a tight back to this one.

"I can't believe it's all around. Without Ning Lo Meena, this operation would not have succeeded. I'm sure it would have been more forward, even if it had been independent. Thanks."

No kidding, I thank Meena from the bottom of my heart. Because if it weren't for her announcement, it would also be suspicious if she could eventually be independent of Marc.

"No, you're welcome.... Is there anything else I can do?

"Well, I don't mind."

"How did Arioshung and I get along so quickly?

The moment I heard that word, I thought it would certainly be a mystery from a Meena perspective. It's not like I'm capable of communicating so quickly with someone else in the red... no, I may, but I'm not so overconfident of myself on the boulder.

The career consulting industry I've been in in in my previous life did demand communication skills, but that doesn't mean I'm highly communicative.

As a matter of fact, it was with the help of alcohol.

"Well, I'm gonna give you booze and gradually get along"

"Alcohol, is it?

"Fortunately, thanks to my appraisal skills, it was possible to buy quality booze cheaply. A little booze in the daytime to break with Arioche Ong."

"... ha"

I bought three and a half pieces of gold, two of which are for Ili, but the other one and a half are used for quite a lot of things.

You can buy alcohol for about ten pieces of silver coins, so if it's one and a half pieces of gold, you can buy fifteen. Of course, I didn't buy fifteen bottles of alcohol, but I bought many others.

That's why I bought a little good liquor for Arioshuong, and I was in a good mood for it.

"So it was three and a half pieces of gold? What kind of breakdown did you use that for?

"Two gold coins for Ili. Fifty silver coins for liquor. You bought a magic stone for recording with 80 silver coins. With the remaining 20 silver coins, I dressed Iri and put on a light perfume"

"... I see you're using it systematically"

I was just going for it, but I refrained from making vain and uneasy remarks.

"Speaking of which, what did Illi buy for? Actually, I've been wondering. I didn't think it was necessary to carry out the Lord's plan as it was."

"Oh, I guess. Initially it was to make a recording... but it turned out to be unnecessary."

In retrospect, Ili bought it because it had sound magic qualities. I bought it with an estimate that I could use the Demon Stone for recording, so I would now leave it as proof when accusing Marc of decisive remarks.

But now I didn't need a recording. By the authority of Arioshon, Marc is now in the prison of the tower (Carcel Tre).

When this happens, it is likely to be concluded that two pieces of gold on Iri were wasted.

But I didn't regret purchasing Illi.

"Well, Ili would normally be worth more than two gold coins. It's not the right head slave to make you work because your hands are wings, but it looks neat, and maybe even if you sell it, you'll get enough."

"... I see"

"... well, selling or not is a case by case"

Meena gave me a subtle look for a moment at the statement that I could take enough, so I left the words somewhat cloudy, too.

Nothing, I'm already a slave trader, so I can usually speak dry here about "it's normal to sell when you need it," but that was somewhat hesitant.

"... change of story, but you're good, aren't you, Lord? My hand is a technician."

"You'll soon find out where it's dirty."

"Heh... that's horny"

"You're just wiping your arms now, you're not horny."

I was grateful for Meena's care in departing from the story, but just because the air became a little subtle earlier, I wondered if there was any way to depart from the story.

"He's better than Marc."

……

Speaking of which, Marc made me horny, I couldn't possibly ask, etc., and I got a little bit cramped up with words.

So.

"What, you can't be satisfied with your back or your arms or something?

And I'm just kidding.

"... will you satisfy me?

"Oh, well."

I didn't think they'd eat me up, so my words rub up.

In addition, at this time, I noticed the sight of a third party.

"I'll say the same thing again that night, but I want you to find me, the real me. Then I'm sure."

"Meena, outside"

"Because what I'm feeling right now is real... Lord? What, outside?

They're watching us.

When Meena looked back, there were three slaves there that were solidifying.

Harpy's illi had a serious look, a look that silver-haired elf Yufi despised, and a look that seemed like Seylan's nell was wandering around, glancing at this side (the shopkeeper's tent).

These three daughters, I was laughing inside out.

"... well, let's not ask about the snooping around Meena's interaction. However, it is forbidden to peek inside the shopkeeper's tent without permission in the future."

"Yes," "..." "Uh, I'm sorry, that"

For once, there is privacy, and it is important that the confidentiality of the letter of business is known to the slave.

Well, I just became a slave trader, and I had no problem with anything that would be bad if it spilled because I locked it in the back desk to protect it, but I'll be careful for once.

That's why I told him to clean it as punishment.

……

"What's up, Uffi? This is how you squeeze your rags, okay?"

"..."

"I don't like the look on your face..."

From the standpoint of former luxury slaves, silver-haired elves (Euphemia) and seylane (Nelline), who had never cleaned, struggled quite badly.

Or Yufi seemed pretty dissatisfied and hadn't even tried to hide the grump from her earlier.

From that look, there was so much sentiment that I didn't have to use my appraisal skills to find out that I shouldn't even let such work junior slaves do it.

The easier it is to understand, the more distressing the elves, I think.

"Oh, you're doing something unusual for both Yuffi and Nell. Is something wrong?"

Seeing those two, Lamier's woman (Hetyra) approached us in a way that was obviously interesting.

For a while I looked seriously at the three Iri, Yufi, and Nel and thought, "... I don't know if I did anything wrong."

"Oh, Hetyra. I was snooping around the owner's tent without permission, so I told him to clean it as a punishment."

"Oh, yeah.... but they're all clumsy."

That's what Hetyra said lightly, but it wasn't wrong.

Iri said his hands are wings, so the task of using his fingers was mostly so. I can't help this anymore.

However, it took Yufi a great deal of time because the dirty objects seemed physiologically impossible, for example, wiping the tent dirty on the sand and dust rather reluctantly. I was working with half a cry, but I didn't think I'd like it that bad.

The problem is Nell. She is the one who is devastatingly clumsy.

I was so bad at squeezing rags, I was wet when my clothes and arms did it earlier, and one of them was buzzing with "hey" and "hey". One person was screaming.

I've stuck my forehead in a bucket of other rags, and every time I turn around, the water flies, so Yuffi's so mad at me.

"... I wonder if this is the other way around."

"Maybe. Well, you can do it over time."

Convince yourself with the rationale that you can encourage slave reflection and technological growth.

I'll be watching the three of them with Hetyra for a while, but it's really dangerous to watch or something. I thought I was raising a child.

Blurring about that, it seemed that Meena, once out of her seat, had returned.

"Speaking of which, you don't have the nickname Hetyra. Let's put something on it like Ili (Elis), Ufi (Euphemia) and Nell (Nelline)! Right, Lord?

Meena was clean and refreshed. My three daughters gave me water earlier, so the task of wiping my body clean had stopped along the way, but apparently she had just wiped it by herself.

I thought if I could wipe it by myself, I'd clean it by myself.

"Famous name, Hetty or something?

"Ah, the Lord is surprisingly cheap."

I've been told so much.

Rude.

But I answered reflexively for the price, so I thought maybe I should have thought about it a little bit more.

"Is that an alias? … but there is."

"Oh, for once, there is."

"Hella."

Hetyra spoke softly in a tone of nostalgia for the old days.

…… Speaking of which, they haven't called me Hella in a long time. "

I only meditated on my eyes for a moment and it must have been Hetyra I used to think about, but I was immediately reverting to the story.

He changed his story to stop talking about his name. But I decided I didn't realize that.

"Shall I call you Hera, then?"

"Yeah, Meena. I also liked the sound of Hetty. Call me Hetty. Right?"

And I said to Hetyra, "Oh, hey, hey, nice to meet you."

Hera, I'm sure there are only a few people who can call me that. Or maybe the name Hera has special thoughts.

We can only step into that area later and get to know each other better.

Thinking of it that way, Meena embarked on herself saying it wasn't the flow.

"Then Lord, give me something to name too in this stream! I don't know."

"No, we don't need you, do we? Not for long."

What the hell is wrong with you?

I was a little weakened by the taste of choosing a nickname that smelled like a Menhela woman someplace.

But still, Meena tried to keep talking...

"Uh, well, you can have Ami-chan or something."

"I'm sorry, I seem to break the hip of the story. … may I ask you about future management prospects?"

"Oops, you break your hips head-on..."

I had been slammed straight off the story.

Aside from Meena, who has an interesting reaction, Hetty's question was an important one.

"Management Outlook, Hey"

"Yes, I was anxious to hear that if it stayed that way, it would cost more, but it would be okay."

That's what I'm gonna say. Peek at this one, Hetty.

I know exactly what she's trying to say. Because spending has continued these days.

If I noticed, Yuffi and Nell were also stopping their cleaning hands and looking at me. I guess they were slightly concerned, too.

Are we going to be okay with the business as it is?

"Right. Before I explain it, it would be better to talk about some of my proposed reforms."

Just fine, I thought we'd talk about it together anyway.

Early on, independently, the sentiment I had was' a lot of work to do first '.

For example, improving the living conditions of slaves.

Marc's inefficiencies, which he has always felt so far, have been numerous, but the treatment of slaves in particular has been beyond sight.

Meals are poor together with quality and nutritional value to keep spending down.

Exercise, etc. is prohibited as far as possible to reduce daytime health drain.

It is also almost forbidden to go out and get some gray sunlight because you have to use water to wash your body when it gets dirty in the sand or something.

I didn't do much cleaning in the tent because it was troublesome and consumed water, and I couldn't say that the hygiene was good for compliments.

There's no way this won't make you unhealthy.

"That's why I radically changed this."

"I see, you were doing this by trying to improve the health of slaves"

That's right.

The meal uses nutritious dates (a type of desert nut). By pairing it with goat's milk, this holds the nutritional value that you need for almost a day.

I use my appraisal skills to buy quality dates, etc. from cheap stores in time so that the cost of food doesn't go up much.

As a result, even though the cost of food was not very high, it had succeeded in improving quality.

In addition, the slaves are allowed to perform spear arches at the hands of Meena outside the tent, combined with daily exercise.

There are multiple objectives for this, such as creating topics, training as a combat slave, etc., well aside from that.

Moving the body in the sunlight seemed to be a good stress relief for slaves as well, and the effects of exercise were clearly visible.

And thoroughly improve hygiene.

As the three Iri, Uffi and Nell are doing now, the tent cleaning was carried out in a vertiginous manner (albeit to the extent of a light wipe, the main thing is to dry and ventilate), and the slaves were basically allowed to clean their bodies in a vertiginous manner.

Improving hygiene is also essential for health management.

"Well, so in a way, this is a necessary expense. Ning Lo, I've never had enough of you before."

Expenses increased, of course.

But, unlike Marc, I don't drink alcohol, so my expenses are kept under control. Expenses increased slightly as a result...... no it increased slightly but to that extent.

"Yeah, you are. Indeed, as far as book movements go, we can still afford to save, so it's possible to continue this life for about six months."

"Oh, I mean, Hetty, can you read the books"

"? Oh, I didn't tell you. That's what I learned because I was a slavehead."

Apparently Hetty can read the books or do that kind of accounting? I thought it was a pretty important piece of information, but I decided to leave it.

"... well, that means it's acceptable because of the increased expenses. Don't worry, I'm not doing this unplanned either."

"Well, if your husband cares about our health, I have nothing to say.... but I don't know if I could just keep doing what I've been doing."

"That's... that's not very clever. You'll lose a lot in the non-superficialized part."

It's not like I'm good enough to take care of my health.

Because if a slave gets sick, it costs a fortune.

Even if you buy drugs, you have to keep buying them until the disease is cured, and in the meantime you are fully likely to get infected by other slaves.

So what have you been up to? I've thrown it away (...).

Until now, Marc had responded in the most efficient way possible by dumping the disease in the slums.

However, from my point of view, it was a wasteful way of improving the hygiene environment and detecting diseases at an early stage, not least with my appraisal skills.

We just need to improve the hygiene of slaves from the start. It will heal in an instant if you take your medicine early, even if you are about to get sick.

Firstly, even if you say you abandon a slave after you get sick, the slave is not free either, so it costs you to purchase it again.

In that sense, it would be better to stay healthy in advance in the long term.

Indirectly, I can live in a good hygiene environment.

"First, if you get sick, I'll throw away the slaves, then I think you'll lose your temper, too. It would be a huge loss to shred the desire to work hard, maybe."

"Motiva... Speaking of which, you've been making me do spear arches and stuff lately. That makes sense, too."

"Sort of."

As Hetty put it, now the slaves are working on spear arches and such training.

One of its aims is to create a topic.

Simple story short, no matter how much Oasis Street is spread, there are few slave shops and so on that are letting slaves in their stores do spear arches, and even less so if that is a rather full-fledged intense spear arch.

It will tire the slaves senseless, then the meal will mourn for moving the body, it will not be economical.

Slave traders who think so are more normal.

I dared to put the opposite on and let my slaves wear as many full-scale auditions as they wanted, making it a kind of performance.

This leads to topics such as "Is this the best spear technology in this store?" "As far as I can tell, the color of the slave's skin looks healthy." "The exterior of the store keeps it clean." "Was there such a store in the first place?"

As a result, I had succeeded in promoting my shop, Talent Consultant Mitsuji, at best because of the "increased cost of food for slaves" and the fact that it was quite cheap.

(Of course, the publicity effect is only one aim. There are other objectives that make this shop less vulnerable to robbery.)

Besides the publicity effect, the archaeology of slaves also leads to the enhancement of the safety of their stores.

Slave shops are one of the stores easily targeted by bandits, who are attacked by stripped robbers or purely targeted by night robbers because of the expensive goods they deal in.

For that reason, Marc had made his former slave do night policing.

Of course I'm going to keep doing that, but I've never gone beyond making it even safer.

So he decided to make an archery of the slaves.

Simply being stronger slaves would make it safer to be attacked by bandits and to respond.

Besides, a grand daytime show of spear archery would make me hesitate to think, "This store is so well bred, it breaks bones to attack this store".

It reduces the likelihood that the robbery will hit me as a result.

It's not strange that they think that there's an alternative to Marc, and this store has a mess now, that it can attack now.

So just in case, I put some restraint on it by showing off the spear archery.

"It's topical, so it's gonna be good publicity for this store, right? Besides, if we reinforce our slaves, no one will ever want to attack this store again.... is my self-serving desire, but I guess it's going reasonably well"

"Right. I haven't really realized the effect yet, but you seem to be pretty much talking about it in the Merchant Guild. Your husband's way."

"I guess."

I'm satisfied that I'm doing pretty well myself, this idea, in fact, still has two aims.

"Besides, this is information from Sarasmus."

"Oh, I wonder if there's more."

"Apparently, the demon movement here is suspicious, and the Adventurer Alliance wants manpower to crusade the Sabakudiougmo.... Isn't that a good idea?

One aim, that is to prepare for the crusade.

And then this is what I just realized, but apparently my smile looks like it's up to something. That's good again, Meena gave me a mysterious follow up, but I wanted to change it to a good smile as soon as possible.