A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

The Birth Memorial Festival of Uncle Albert is divided into the eve festival, the production and the late-night festival for three days.

During the three days, people are also forbidden to work more than necessary and told to enjoy the festival.

Adventurers and others don't work in the meantime. Merchants are allowed to do business by paying gold coins. Only guards are publicly encouraged to work.

Having fun for now.

It was the duty of the inhabitants to celebrate the birth of the Lords throughout Oasis Street.

On the day before the Night Festival, there may be a festive event to raise awareness that the festival will begin now.

Bullfighting, for example. With a red cape in one hand, the popular bullfighter Cervantes takes the bull and kills him in the end. The slain cow is sacrificed to God and eaten at the end.

Other concerts for the Guard Music Corps in Oasis Street. Usually they work as guards, but this kind of festival dictates that they are driven out and do concerts to please the people.

And as soon as those events are over, the eve festival finally welcomes the main event.

Fist fight strongest decisive battle.

"The Birthday Celebration Cup of Lords," commonly known as the Lords Cup, is one of the most exciting events to show even on the eve of the Night.

Anyway, for an adventurer, it's a great entertainment.

What plays out in front of you is the collision of power and power. Compensation for technology presented at high speeds. And a sportsmanship that honors each other.

There can be no one who keeps himself in battle, who is not heartbeat.

Those who have won the qualifying round of the fist fight are all great fistfighters. Their battle makes the adventurers exhilarating and hot.

So the smaller number of adventurers stationed in Oasis Street almost all visited the festival hall to see its fistfights.

"Wow, that's a lot of people."

"Meena. It won't come off"

"Sorry, Ill.... Is that what I'm being alerted to?

Me and everyone are just finishing up the meat stir-fry sale by opening an outdoor shop on the side of the festival hall. It was interesting how hard I worked to buy meat because I could sell it to fly from earlier on and it was consumed quickly.

I was just about to come in here to clean up because it's time to start a fist fight, and I like cutting.

"Hey, you sold more interesting than you did at the flea market..."

"Lutz, that's because the place has changed. When I was at the flea market, it felt like a" hidden B-grade gourmet shop "because it was a despicable place inside, but if I came to the festival, it would be noticeable and smell good, and everyone would be happy to buy it.... It's a blurry business."

"I'm a little personally surprised that there's less trouble with that split"

"Well, I think that's because you're gradually getting recognized by the people of Oasis Street, Lutz."

Lutz laughs bitterly as he wipes the oiled hella with the skin of a lemon.

I had less trouble with him today. Thanks to rumors that there are oaks that cook well? Or was it because I wrote dignified "Talent Consultant Mitsuji" in the dewstore, "Oh, I think I'll do anything in that store," and before I bought the meat stir-fry, I was prepared to buy this as an iron product.

People who can read letters are prepared to be iron things with it, so I wouldn't be surprised if the demons were cooking. People who can't read letters don't really care about that. Maybe that's how it went.

Of course there was no trouble with the typical "can you eat what the demons made".

At that time, however, Operation Sakura, an example devised by Hetty (something that would intimidate Sakura's customers to say, "Let it go, we'll stumble out"), allowed such a person to be eliminated in peace.

As a result, profits knocked out considerable quantities and sales recorded 450 meals a day.

"That's amazing...... This, isn't nearly twice as much a day's sales when you're at the flea market?

"Oh. Blah, blah, blah. It's a guy who sells too much. I bought another sheet of iron and a hella, and even counted the place fee, the stall loan fee, to take a good place in front of the festival, I took the original in one day and even made a profit."

"... where was the profit and loss branch at this time?"

"I bought meat in bulk and I didn't buy knives. It was cheaper. Instead, the place fee, the street loan fee, ended up selling 400 meals."

I think the sum of the location fee and the street loan fee is quite expensive.

Really? - And Lutz raising his admiration.

I was a little surprised, too, because Lutz has this kind of knowledge of profit and loss branches and all that, and what do you care about calculating them?

But 400 meals in at least three days, was a pretty low hurdle.

All you have to do is sell it and it's profitable, so it's very blurry.

Thinking of selling the same 450 meals as today for two more days, multiply 40 copper coins of profit per meal by 900 and 3.6 gold coins.

It's profitable enough to pay Lutz sixty pieces of silver for his gratuity.

By the way, this was a pretty high-paced sale. Processing in 300 minutes as 20 sheets can be cooked at the same time, after considering that it will take 15 minutes for one meal. Of course this is on the assumption of constant baking, so it is necessary to consider Rothschild such as the handover of money, but I think the time I worked was roughly about six hours with a feeling.

I dared cut it up in six hours today. Because there's a chitta fistfight.

But if we open this in ten hours, just like the normal business we did at the flea market. I'm going to work a little harder for the profit of four gold coins.

(Almost the same income that sold the whole junior slave thing.... It's a lot easier)

I vaguely held that sentiment and cleaned it up.

"You're still going on, right?"

"Hmm? What is it, Lutz?"

"Making people's dreams come true"

Looking back, Lutz's face had a meaningful grin.

"What do you mean?

"It's just like that. … I'm glad to have a slave trader like you."

"Right."

"I'm not lying. I'm grateful to have someone like you to burn my blame for."

"How are you? I guess I baked something like that. I just wanted to cook, but there was this guy who was worried, and he was so good at cooking, I just used him to make a profit."

"No, no, no. Thanks to that, I learned a lot. The joy of cooking and the prejudices and difficulties that await me."

"I'd be glad to hear that.... but I really just wanted a profit. This is definitely true."

When I reveal it, this is for real.

It's honestly not a good thing to imitate Lutz to force him to face reality. After that, Lutz was just determined to move on. It just rolled in the right direction as a result.

I simply wanted to gain both publicity and profit. It's convenient to have Lutz there.

I'm glad you appreciate it, but I don't remember being so grateful.

"So you can thank me there, too. We were winwin-wins, so..."

"Uhh...? Well, I'm here to help you to the best of my ability."

"Oh, do that. I don't even know if I'll be bringing in another dish soon, please help me again."

"Yes!... Speaking of which, it's time for a fist fight"

"Oh. I'm about to leave this place a bit behind. I'll leave a few people on this spot to clean up after you, so please clean them up properly. When you're done, our slaves will be watching the stalls, so you can go home. Is that all right?

"Yeah. Thank you. When I'm done cleaning up, I think I'll take a look at the fight."

"Right."

When I looked at the oil clock, the time was quite tight. I had asked Yufi and the others who were quick to take their seats, but if we don't get to our seats, they might take the seats they took because of us.

In the meantime, I invited Meena and Hetty to "Sa, let's go see a fist fight" and left the spot behind.

I felt my gaze.

Looking back, it wasn't Lutz, and I didn't know it with anyone.

I thought it was my fault. "Then I'll take care of it, Lutz!" and wave aloud.

I understand, I took the voice into the festival hall on my back.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Good evening! We've done it again this year! Thirty-first Birthday Cup for Lords! Which player gets the glory!?

MC's voice loud by sound magic.

3D footage projected over an athlete by recording magic enclosed in crystals, phantom magic.

All of this was designed for lords, nobles, etc. speaking in the festival hall, but the device will henceforth be a reflection of the athlete's skillful fighting.

In the time leading up to coming here, Kathy said, "You know what? This is what they taught me."

I've only competed in a boulder fight many times, and Kathy is familiar with it. While listening to the story, Chitta managed to exaggerate herself to distract her from the tension and hammered, "Oh really?"

(Finally, here we are)

I feel the MC's voice far away.

The audience's enthusiasm has reached the holding room, creating a kind of earthquake.

When I wondered if I was going to go to that stage where brightness was maintained by light magic, I dulled naturally.

(Before I get there, they're going to drink me)

Fight watched by this adult audience. There is still no realism in that. Do you fight? Did I win the semifinals? That kind of feeling doesn't come up at all.

Either that or he was accidentally thrown in here because of something, it was closer as a feeling.

"I mean... Now we would like to move on to introducing the players to the semi-finals!

The MC reads out the athlete's profile.

Katherine from Tsubaki Inn, the whorehouse, has won many semifinals and is sharing the victory with her biggest rival Mori Bear.

Mandela, the young elite of the Guard Corps, competes in skill with Captain Howard.

He has participated in several boxing tournaments and had quite a few results, but this is the first meritocracy fighter to make it to the semifinals, the "Miloir Slave Shop" rical.

"And! Hope of anticipation that suddenly showed up and won the semifinals! Just like Catherine, make it an Auga, woman! But the way you fight is right, Speedster! Chitta from Talent Consultant Mitsuji!

Cheers.

It was time for Chitta to leave the holding room. Step forward to the entrance gate, breathe well and calm your mind.

Once you've crept through this entrance gate, the battle begins.

"Come on, finally, wait! Game one: Chitta vs. Catherine, player in! Nova Expecting More Than Blue Corner! Admission of Chitta players!

Ring call.

Chitta ran out as she was called.

With a big cheer on her back, she jumped on the ring.