A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

"... here? Rumor has it that there are fighters out there who are encouraging the doomsday fight."

"Welcome! Yes, I thought it would be us if we were fighters. Please wait while we take care of the Lord."

Just at that time I heard voices coming from outside. He had a familiar voice, so I rested my hand, "Chitta, once it was interrupted".

What Meena is taking after now is probably that damsel with a strong annihilation.

Hurry up and head outside.

Meena and the other stood. Find me and my eyes are a little rounded.

"Welcome, Master Catherine. My name is Toshiki Mitsuji and I always take care of you."

"Oh! Mr. Toshiki! You were a merchant!

"Yeah, well, we'll talk about the backlog in that business tent."

"Well, let me interrupt. Say hello before you do."

I broke my face and offered my hand ready to Cassie for a handshake with that powerful hand. The handshake didn't hurt any more than I thought.

Kathy (Female Auga).

She is a whore, a six-winged adventurer and a ghost tribe (Auga). She seems to inherit a little Giant (Titan) blood, she stands out no matter what she does.

He is one of the celebrities of this Oasis Street and one of my valuable connections.

Unshake your hand.

The awe-inspiring tone is troubling, Kathy said, so I decide to just crush it a little sweet on the word. Stay salutary. "By the way, Mr. Cathy, what brings you here today? Is that it, a fist fight," he approached with a little familiarity. It would be rude to do too much, so much more around here.

Uffi was alone in the tent. Just fine, I told Yuffi to make some tea.

"Yes! It's a fist fight, Mr. Toshiki!

"I knew you'd join Kathy, that Uncle Albert's Birthday fist fight"

"Hey Mr. Toshiki, I knew you'd stop saluting me. If there's too much room, I don't like it."

"Then I can crush it a little bit more, but I'm still a merchant, so please give me a break around here by saying goodwill to the customers. Right, Mr. Cathy?

"Mm-hmm. Fair enough."

I think when I look at Kathy twisting her neck.

Respect in this world is not that high. Finally, as in Japan, customers don't even have the idea of God. The owner said, "Ooh, 30 coppers a piece! That's what it feels like.

So I'm pretty floating around talking politely.

Not in a bad way.

In the first place, it would only depend on business style to speak politely.

In my case, I use respectful language consciously because of three things: the fact that I have a large business address, the fact that I have many connections with great people there, and the fact that I look young.

If you use respectful language, it looks naughty, and abusive language is what you do (...), then many artisanal jerks, such as blacksmiths, are not respectful.

The point is, each guy.

At that time, Hetty came home.

"Oh, Kathy."

"Ah! Hera!? Lie, why are you here?

They were there with Stella to organize and clean the warehouse.

Kathy used to call Hetty Hera, but I'm sure it's an old nickname. Hetty said, "Now call me Hetty."

Looking at the attitude of the two, apparently they know each other. From what I've heard, he seems to be a fellow prostitute.

Cassie breaks her face and says, "Hey Mr. Toshiki, we actually worked in the same place!" He spoke happily.

Same place.

They both worked in the same whorehouse, I guess.

The two people who blossom into the story are like, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Toshiki." "No, no, go ahead. It's fun to be listening to the two of you like this," he spread the accumulation of stories a little bit, even though he cared about me.

Hetty was smart.

Aware that I was listening beside him, he cared a little less about my face, while explaining to me that the topic I wanted to know was somewhat deeper or "this is what this means".

I appreciate this kind of attention.

Thanks to this, I became plainly familiar with various things. Even the Adventurer Guild has guys making money framing new America, or the exchange between whorehouse owners and Kathy and the ladies.

Kathy cut it out like I thought.

"Yes, then Hetty.... Did you hear about your flower sister? He recently came out to Shabbah."

"Oh, my sister..."

Oh, that's not about the sky flower Mahadi.

I felt my face hardened for a moment. Hetty also seemed to have somehow guessed, "Well, you're my sister," which caught Kathy's attention. I guess to keep Kathy from noticing my upset.

"But the flower sister will be executed if she gets caught again."

"Right...... It was just a prison sentence because he was about to be sentenced to death before and had a hard plea in the signing campaign. I think if I were your sister, I'd be fine..."

I was somewhat awkward.

I have an idea. Because we talked about the ring. Suppose you went outside to look for it.

Fair enough.

"Oops, we talked too much about irrelevance. Mr. Toshiki, I'm sorry."

"No, I had fun. I've learned a lot about Kathy."

"Really?"

"Hey, I was hoping you could tell me more next time."

"Oh no, no more! Fine, I'll give you some service."

Meaningful smile Kathy.

Looking sideways at Hetty, she was a little frightened. He seems a little jealous because he's been hiding at a shadowy angle and clinging to my stomach with the tail of a snake.

Because I can tell Meena later.

He pulled me back into reality, even though my belly was tickled with letters.

"By the way, was it a fist fight?

"Yeah, you're right. I hear you have a very strong one. It burns."

Her fierce grin glimpsed.

"... Um"

At that time, Chitta just walked into a business tent.

No, you've been listening to the conversation outside the whole time, he just thought it was a good time and never came in.

I was ready.

Chitta looked straight at Kathy.

"Well, if it's a fist fight, I thought I was the fighter."

"Huh?"

Some tough chitta.

Cassie laughs funny.

If Hetty says "Chitta. I can't go in there on my own until I have an introduction from your husband. And the words," he said softly, "but let me tell you later.

Better than that.

"Do you want to fight?

Chitta, who receives Kathy's fierce grin, was endlessly true.

Ning Lo, for some reason it also seems to suppress the feeling of being quite deviant.

"Um, okay? I kind of admire it."

"Fine. Hey, Mr. Toshiki?

Cathy got confirmation from me about Chitta's restlessness.

Neither is it necessary.

I thought it was a valuable experience and I nodded without two.