A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

"Hmm, I don't like all of them! I think Lord Jacopo is a genius, a king of sounds! But I also like the origami art of Arioshuong. But I think Mahadi's cherry blossom kimono dye is beautiful."

"I see. I think they're all wonderful, it's hard to attach A and B"

But Beliessa talks like she really enjoys herself.

"Oh, already! I want to die being held by art!

"Is it Master Left?"

"Don't you think I'm happy to end my life surrounded by beautiful things?

…… I'm sure you're happy. Life surrounded by happiness and dying must be happy. "

"You know what I mean!

"Yeah. I just want to be happy first before I do."

Oh, no doubt about it.

The conversation between the two of us was interrupted when I said it.

Happy.

Maybe Miss Beliessa wants to be happy, too? Is that act of loving art so much a kind of escape action? Such a hunch passed the back of my brain, but I don't mouth it because it's not something I should put in my mouth and I don't have the technique to be sure.

"By the way, Toshiki, are you a slaver?

"Yeah, that's right."

"Is the store running well? If that's a good idea, why don't we do some financial assistance or something?

"It's okay. We are now operating extensively and make a living in the staffing business and side businesses"

But if it's hard, you can count on me.

What is the sudden problem?

"Well, because you let me hang out with you today. I have to make it up to you."

"Oh, then you can make it up to me. Because today's errands weren't that important. Instead, I thought I was gone and the slaves were stretching out."

"... Really? I mean, I've never seen a slaver like that."

"Ha, as long as you're ashamed"

I wanted to make up for it. I was Miss Beliessa, but today I was close to doing business away from the store. The place of business. Well, if I tell you what, it's a blacksmith or a weapons dealer, and I just got to say hello before I took a little trip to the exposition.

It became blank, which was a plan to negotiate with them even after dinner, and I wondered if I could turn it again at a later date.

It was far more important to run errands with Miss Beliessa than that. As for the mood, I wanted to negotiate with a blacksmith or an arms dealer, but I couldn't leave my promise to the lady Beliessa alone.

"He's gone and stretched..."

"Yeah, anything seems to do something 'sorority' with the slaves"

I don't want to go home.

I think so. I can't believe it's a sorority. I don't care what you think. Stupidity for me or something.

Just because Hetty and Meena are having a girls' party in the first place makes my stomach ache already, but the members to be added are like Yufi, Illi and Nell are also a little scared, I'm sure there will be no more thrills.

Shall we stay out?

It doesn't look bad going to see Kathy at night for the first time in a long time, and I fly my consciousness away.

"A sorority? What if it's open in the salon with the slaves! That's funny! That's an interesting initiative."

"Yeah, I thought it was funny too.... Yep."

A salon is a social world open to upper class aristocrats.

Girls' clubs, well it would be the social world in a way.

I found myself feeling heavier and heavier. I can already imagine the sight. Meena takes the lead, fools around, and Yuffi and I are all wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, But Meena or Uffi made a bomb statement, and Nell disappointed me and all he could do was look me in the eye.

All I get is a dry laugh.

"Are you okay, Toshiki? You don't look so good, do you? Oh, no, it's my fault, after all, it's my fault, right? Oh, I'm sorry, the"

"No, don't worry. … By the way, I think we have something to talk about."

"Oh, you've noticed."

When I was looking at the psychograph of "because I'm a merchant" appraisal skills, I could see full circle when I was going to cut out the story.

"... that's a first-rate way to talk. Uh, how did I know you were a slave trader? Toshiki, there's someone I want you to have.... you're more of a slave than a person."

"Slave?"

"Yes.... Antoni Svalzdverg. A dwarf, but a stranger caught in art. And those who have become slaves by becoming self-inflicted and losing unscrupulous battles"

"Right! I think it is! I'll talk at the right time, even though it's a good atmosphere to keep quiet!" Meena is beautiful "when I wipe this body and so on. I can pinch it in the connection of the conversation! Absolutely that, my lord, you're a silent, alone or unbearable pattern person!

"Your husband has a communal disorder"

"That's right, Ili! I don't know what it is, but the last two of us were just walking out to buy it, and suddenly I thought, 'Ugh. Oh, I'm shopping,' you know, talking to yourself. Shopping! No, I'm shopping! Need that narration!? Like."

"Heh, I get it. That. Even before this, when I was sitting in the store, I went to the owner's tent to say," What can I do for you? "As soon as I was watching that somehow, I came out and said, 'I knew I stopped dispensing. I said," Let's go to business. "That was funny. I don't know how to talk about it."

"Wow! Hetty's that, you can imagine so much!

"... Mr. Hetty, really? Is your husband the person you want me to be surprised... Something's cute."

"Yes, it is, Nell. Master, I think he's cute to see."

"Shh..."

"Ufi, shocked?

"Oh, unexpectedly, I mean, I didn't want to know that... I don't know, because I thought he was like a one-man who made his own decisions about anything..."

"Yufi, you respect your husband, don't you?"

"Oh, no, respect, no."

"Something, like a kid biting an adult. The way you call him, he's the one."

"No, and! I'm sorry I changed my mind! You have zero respect!... I mean, do you all respect me? What do you say, Iri?

"Mm-hmm. Once. I think you have a good job."

"You're lying..."

"I respect you, too. Your husband understood Mr. Marielle very well. Rutz, you, Mr. Cayenne, and Mr. Chitta. I'm sure you understand people because they're good people."

"Until Nell......"

"Uh, don't you respect Yufi -? I normally respect the Lord, though. It's not half the action and knowledge, is it?"

"Well, so, but rather than respect, I'm just saying we're human apart, privately."

"Hehe, right.... I had some respect for it too, but lately I've been seeing all the cute aspects of it. Hehe."

"Ah. Hetty, no. He seems like a cute man-lover, doesn't he? But I have to be respectable."

"Oh, for that matter, Meena's citing the worst and the worst."

"Respectable, it's good! Oh, 'cause that's him! I'm still saying things that make me nervous when I talk to a woman! Isn't that good! That's the kind of throat strike!

"... Um, Mr. Chitta, are you okay?

"What, Nell? Me?"

"Right. Chitta, I haven't just kept my mouth shut since earlier. If you need anything, you better say it."

"No, Mr. Hetty, I'm not used to this... In my image, the merchant is a very hazy Spartan, but he seems like a kind person..."

"Hey, Chitta, wasn't the Lord nervous!

"... I was a little bit. Maybe."

"Here! There you go!"

"... something, Mr. Meena. Maybe, but I'm taller, so the merchant has to look up about me. Isn't that the pressure? Mm, you talk fast and bite a little bit, that guy." This is the place to be, "he said. But it's not funny, is it? I knew you were scared! So I said, 'Ugh! Like."

"Cute! That's cute, Chitta! Right, Nell!

"Yes, something Mr. Chitta is adorable!

"It's that way!?

I hear a lively conversation. So far, there seems to be no discontinuity.

I mean, I want to die.

I came back from the exposition and this is it with a lot of mental fatigue left. Why am I so blurry?

I'd like to say one or two of my grudges, but maybe it was more obvious than seeing a fire to be a worn rag, so I try to go home to the shopkeeper's tent silently.

"- Wouldn't it be interesting if the Lord were outside now? What do you think?

What a timing.

I thought I'd run away, but suddenly Meena caught me flying away.

All the women's club members were a little bit.

I had trouble expressing myself. All I get is a dry laugh.

Only Meena, with some meaningful smile, could afford it.

Whose conversation did you want me to hear?

Who did you want to let know I was listening to the conversation?

For the first time in a long time, Meena smiled mysteriously, whispering with Hetty's more illegible expression, "Now we're all getting along.