A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Lesson 23

Get out of the depot while mumbling Chitta.

This is the only way to carry her (walkable, to be exact, but exhausted) who can't walk. But because the structure is bizarre, the gaze of the people around them has been constant since just now.

Female orgasm. Smelly little kid.

Interesting combination would be interesting.

"Toshiki? Miss Chitta there, you got a good arm." "Oh, Mr. Mori Bear." "I'm sorry, I didn't have much of a say.... It may have turned out to be a regrettable grading result, but forgive me" "No, no. I only thank Mr. Mori Bear. Thank you."

"Toshiki. Now you're going to raise even a second Kathy?" "Arioshuong, this is" "It's been a long time since it's been a bloody battle. Let me also express my gratitude to you. My apprentice (Kathy) has been a good inspiration." "Thank you. My husband, I'm proud of him."

"Hey Toshiki. They showed me a good game." "Mr. Howard? How did you get here?" "What? The guards were under their command to reinforce their security. Your lord is in sight.... sorry but excuse me around here" "Yes, good luck. Thank you again."

"Congratulations on this one, Master Toshiki. That was a very good game," "Master Miloir! Long time no see. Congratulations on reaching the semifinals for Rical players" "Thank you. I am also very proud that Rical has made it to the semifinals.... Sounds like you're in a hurry, sorry to call you" "No, sorry I'm in a hurry this way. I'm sure I'll ask you again soon, so thank you then! Bye!"

"Heh heh heh, you're always an interesting person," "eh, heh," "heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. Calm down. Wow, just don't thank me for keeping my daughter alive without killing her. After that, keep your eyes peeled. Right?" "Really, I'll see you in your dreams again." "That's mean. Don't be mean, you like wow, don't you?" "Ha, here you are..."

I have come across a familiar face for some reason since earlier.

Mori Bear's Admiral seemed busy as a grading officer.

Arioshuong was, on the contrary, utterly mypaced. I wondered if I didn't have a job.

Howard stood by not listening subtly that the lord was in sight, etc.

Miloir still had a mysterious vibe. What I'm curious about is how Miloir was able to raise Rical to be a good fighter. But I didn't have the skill to hear it out.

And Mahadi, the flower of the sky, was disguised as an ordinary man and he didn't realize it until he was spoken to. I also confirmed the holy letters of the ohm carved into my tongue, so I'm pretty sure in person. I was going to walk through the crowd while using my appraisal skills, but it still seems to create overlooks when the amount of people increases and the amount of information processed increases.

"Ohh. Do you mind?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing back early? I didn't pinch it in my ear that Hella was having a little trouble, but I didn't worship her because she was a newborn, so this is how I woke up."

"Huh? Trouble?

"If Hella tells you, I won't say no. That, now you're Hetty. Did you? Anyway, hurry up."

"Yeah, yes. Thanks!

Simply thank you and walk away from under Mahadi. "See you again?" while Mahadi smiles gracefully.

Turn your thoughts around again.

Hurry, what.

It's not calm. The fact that Mahadi is stuck with a slight and calm impression in the first place disturbs me inside.

Faster pacing and hurry under the slaves.

(The worst thing about rushing patterns is...)

The worst thing I can think of is the pattern that Stella is in danger of her life with some kind of seizure. I have given Iri the tablet potion once, but it is only a tablet that will restore health, so I have to see it soon.

The second is the pattern that our slaves have caused trouble. If the other person is a lord or something, I can't even see him anymore.

I don't think our slaves are that stupid on the boulder, either. I intend to behave properly externally.

I have no reason to think of bad patterns.

You'll be safe.

That's what I was hoping for. Back in the audience where my slaves were in formation, the crowd was there.

Again?

Apparently the prediction in a bad direction hit me.

If you go back to your seat feeling the hustle and bustle air, you'll say, "Ah! Lord!".

Meena was on the call.

I couldn't afford that look, it was a look that flattered me somewhere.

"Oh, how beautiful you guys are!

"... I'm glad to say, but, uh, I'm in trouble"

"No! No matter how many times I say it! You guys are beautiful!

Yufi is told by a strange neutral man.

The moment I dared to use my appraisal skills to figure out who this man was, I was stunned.

"Please accept my love..."

Among Count Albert's 'sons' is one prodigal 'daughter'. Beliessa by name.

Also known as "belleza," a woman with no eyes for beauty.

(... would I be stronger?)

(... what was strength after all)

(I fought until I was so blurry, I didn't know the answer in the end)

Shaken by the merchant's back, Chitta was in the midst of the mellow.

My consciousness is heavy, I want to fall asleep like this. The tingling of fatigue that followed earlier and the feeling of restlessness that caused the shoulder load to fall are inviting drowsiness. If you notice, your eyelids are lowered and your neck is rubbing the ship.

You can sleep a little. I'll wake you up later.

The merchant was kind enough to say that.

They shouldn't really sleep on anything.

After a fist fight match, they say the beaten place has a fever. They're going to do it with the heat as it is, so do you think I should take a few showers of warm water before going to bed?

And in the first place, Chitta needs to receive the prize as a semifinalist after this, and she shouldn't go to bed.

I'll wake you later.

I think Chitta and the other merchants who spoil slaves are a little sweet people to say that.

Shaken.

Chitta had recalled an earlier game.

fullness. And just a little remorse. Later, I don't remember. It's a lie that I don't remember, but now I'm tired of thinking back in detail. So when I think back blurry with a blurry head, it depends on the feeling of fullness and a little remorse being naturally recalled.

(Thought we were almost there.)

I think the left smash was decided. If it felt like that arm, I'm sure it would have taken the down. No, you were actually supposed to take it. That's what I heard.

Kathy got up from down and Chitta just couldn't get up from down.

I mean, it was a really meagre battle.

(Almost, I was winning)

I was winning. Almost there.

As soon as I put it into words, Chitta suddenly noticed. to the fact that I was almost winning.

That was what Chitta wanted.

I want to be strong. I want proof of that.

That casual feeling, which I just thought so, pushed Chitta so far. It's not like it's an unbendable belief or a spectacular past. It's just a simple thought that led us this far.

Strange story.

Chitta thinks. It wasn't strange to be throwing it out on the way. I don't know why I could have hit this far myself. I don't know why I kept doing this.

Even though it just hurts.

Even though we sometimes lose.

Even though we often face the irrationality of the world.

(Yes, I wonder why I typed it in)

How could I have been immersed when I was full of irrationality?

Given that, suddenly the remorse swelled.

Yes, unreasonable.

It is a world in which the big ones are at all advantageous. That alone determines half the battle. I don't like it, but I've tasted its advantages and disadvantages with my own hands.

In addition, it conveys the expectations of customers. I want this player to win. I want this player to lose. I want you to fight this way. Innocent demands like that sometimes deny themselves fighting in the ring, it's hard.

Until the judgment of the grading officer is unreasonable. Obviously, an adjustment made in a grey zone that is somewhat unsubstantiated. At least only the rules are fair, irrational to be showered by the chitta I thought.

What is the meaning of my efforts.

I feel like I've been surprised by what I've been working on, and it's terribly hard.

(True, how could I not give up)

Look, I can't.

How many times have you been attacked by such emotions? Even that semifinals game almost broke my heart when I got weak on the way.

Instead of giving up, I was no longer attached.

I didn't want my previous efforts to be meaningless, so I was sticking around and fighting.

Barren.

I have to quit now.

The conclusion was strange and convincing in me. I couldn't find any objections. I rather wanted to give up. I was there.

(But I'm not giving up)

Are you mean anymore?

Or no reason, "Are you sure you want me to quit? ♪ Is that the fear? ♪

The emotions in Chitta are close to those two.

Other than that, I don't know where I've been.

(... yeah, there were other reasons not to give up)

I don't know where he went anymore, it wasn't a translation.

I immediately found one reason.

One time to Kathy, that I played a game like a lick. That game where you can just do it unilaterally, down five times, and expose yourself to something unusual.

I want to decide I didn't have that one. The merchant taught me a lot. I've been trying pretty hard myself. Even though the slaves around us have praised Chitta for being strong. I can't believe it's such a game. That's no good. You can't end up like that.

That kind of regret was pushing and moving Chitta for one reason.

(There was still, reason)

I wanted to leave a name.

Indeed, when the merchant changed to Toshiki, he was given a speech saying, "Wouldn't you like to keep your name?"

That speech only inspired me for a moment.

I wondered what it was like to leave a name.

Such curiosity.

Or what would happen if I won a boxing tournament, how ridiculous I was to think about it and feel alone at that time.

That one was also, for one reason, poking and moving Chitta.

(What, you come out full, why)

For some reason I enjoyed hearing the merchant say that he was getting stronger and stronger.

That's why I've been trying. That's one of the reasons.

When I tried the fist fight, it was deep and it was getting more and more fun. I enjoyed the thrill of the rush.

That's one of the reasons.

The merchants and the slaves around them rejoiced in getting better at themselves in the fist fight. I tried my best.

That's one of the reasons.

(Oh, speaking of which, yeah.... I admired the fist fight)

And there's another reason.

That I admired fistfights.

That day, at the Flea Market in Oasis Street, my heart thrilled to watch the first boxing tournament of my life.

Kathy vs. Howard. Even though she was an august, she admired Kathy for her powerful and splendid battle.

Kathy vs. Mori Bear. Meat and meat bumps, the weight battle to be called. I admired the first half of the battle, where the movement was light and roaring, and the hot development of the second half, like a tense of will.

Yes, it burned in Chitta's heart.

I want such a fist fight.

That's what I hoped for.

(... strength is, after all, what is it)

Chitta recalled a number of reasons.

There must be plenty of reasons why you're doing a fist fight. There are many tiny reasons. There may have been only one trigger, but sometime as we continued, there were so many reasons why, that Chitta became more and more obsessed with boxing.

(There are reasons why I want to give up, but there are also reasons why I want to keep fighting)

I want to continue the fist fight.

Because I want to be strong.

The order of logic has been reversed at some point. Didn't you have a fist fight because you wanted to be strong?

Speaking of which, you felt that way, and Chitta forgot half of it.

And suddenly it stopped cutting.

(Oh well. I could have won a little later)

I was almost there.

As soon as I thought about it, I suddenly burst into tears.

Regrets come again that can be tightened. He had his fingers on him until he won, and yet he couldn't win.

Win, me.

Yes, I scold myself inside.