A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

The sorority after that was terrible.

Instead of that, I'm going to join the battle quickly, and I'm like, "Come on. Come on, Lord, be real!" It was at the beginning of the matter that I was asked to speak.

I cut the fire.

It's not funny to stay hit, and I thought these guys would be forgiven for telling the truth. That's why I made more spice-mixed remarks than I usually do.

"To be honest, Meena is the single Alasser most. You know, alcoholic heroin and horse odors are half bad." "Hey, it's terrible, Lord! I'm the perfect fifteen! Plus I'm the main heroine!

"Hetty can't, man. The type to spoil and hippo, and then the singing is potato" "Terrible...! And spoil it..."

"Ili is silent but awesome stubborn, and sketchy" "!?... I don't want your husband to tell me"

"Yufi is a pride and a conscious child, and then he's plain choked," "Go choked! Hey, you! Take it back!

"Nell is probably the most menhera quality, and then the asshole kid" "!? No, you're not! Your husband's clueless shop!

"Chitta Seriously Angel" "!? Ugh, usu..."

As a result, it was rough.

Girls' Union vs. me, a bystander chitta is born. The content of the conversation is also terrible inside.

If I say one thing, they'll give me five back. I can't believe I fought. Experience in negotiating skills increases cancer. They decided that the right to lead a conversation and the power to defeat the other person, the power to persuade the other person, was that of negotiation skills.

"Lord, it's that one anyway! For not being a hottie in the past, I feel like it's a shame to say no to the girl I'm talking to right now, so I can't say no. It's the system you're in! That's the idea of an indecisive bitch!

"Hey, mister, you suck at leading, so I'm sneaking up on you, huh? Do you realize that?

"My gaze is nasty. Sometimes even I notice."

"Oh, you! I know I'm not the only one who caresses my head! You're plain scared of me!

"Don't be your husband! Later, uh, mean!

What Meena and Hetty say plainly comes to mind.

Hard.

But I also have to say what I have to say.

I manage to bring it all the way to Even while withstanding the stormy onslaught.

Your dignity as husband was preserved.

"... sorority, don't get tired"

"It's not a sorority like this, Lord..."

No, maybe your dignity as a husband must have fallen to the ground. It might be more right to drag everyone's dignity down to the bottom of the earth and turn it into an evening of mud.

What the hell is this?

"... awesome"

Chitta was making her face stick.

The one called Hell Painting? No, it's picturesque. Six beautiful cuties and I would be different alone, but for now, the fact that the contents of the incandescent tongue battle are terrible.

I meant to give it up for the three little ones, but for the two adults I seriously came to the tongue fight.

Dead bodies are a consequence of this.

It was impressive that Pompous and Ili muttered, "Adults are dirty". Definitely, don't expect adults to be too exemplary.

But I'm tired.

Sigh loudly once. I thought now that mental fatigue was coming so much to the flesh.

"Hey, Hetty. We need to talk..."

"I wonder what..."

In the meantime, I opened my mouth if I didn't forget to talk about business.

"New, taking care of the slaves, we're going to see"

"Oh, really?

"Even so, I bought a new one, not a translation. Miss Beliessa has heard rumors about me and asked me to teach her to be a slave."

"Oh, really..."

"Oh. Dwarf's, it's Grandpa. His name is Antoni. An artist."

"What, Antoni, is that Antoni Svalzdoverg?

Hetty came to visit me with constant breath and tiredness. Apparently, he knows about Antoni.

"Oh. Apparently, they've enslaved their identities, dropped them"

"Why, I can't believe that art landlord is a slave situation..."

"I don't know. He said the battle was over."

"... battle"

Hetty hissing her eyebrows saw a complex shake in the psychograph.

"You lost the battle and were dropped by slaves..."

"Mm-hmm."

……

Hetty seemed convinced by herself for some reason, but I had no doubt about it. Apparently, Hetty thinks I brought this up knowing something, but I have no idea what it is.

If I were to make a strong point, I could predict that Hetty would have lost the battle and become a slave as well, to see from the fact that he wouldn't tell me how he became a slave again.

"... that he had been enslaved for the time being and that he had been entrusted to the servant by the favor of his young lady Beliessa"

"... I wonder if it's a mansion servant."

"Oh. That's how they live for now. He just hasn't thrown out his dreams of art."

"... haven't you thrown out your dreams? I mean, you should give up the art of becoming a mansion servant, and I wonder if the Earl of Albert has taken the brush. But I haven't thrown out my dreams, so I need to talk to you."

"No, no, you're not. Uncle Albert and his daughter, Miss Beliessa, rather expect him to return to art."

"That is."

"Actually, he, he can't paint anymore. … I can no longer remember the fine shape of things."

As soon as I mouthed it, Hetty's expression became sinister.

"... hey, that"

"Oh. There's almost no hope. … so I ran out of hands, but it could be impossible"

"Why did you take it?

"Still, he must have an art blessing, no doubt about it.... I dared put it on hold to see it"

The basics of business, that means we don't undertake impossible jobs. Because responsibility arises when the job is undertaken.

But there was no obligation to succeed in this work.

There is also a verse that my client, Miss Beliessa, was asking for on the assumption of failure in the first place. Though it will fail anyway, if Toshiki is profoundly in the art, he may be able to heal his heartache. Maybe Antoni can work on art again, and then it's an unwanted gain, he said.

I made it clear to her no, too. "It will be tough. Allow me to instruct you to get back into the art to the point of rest, but you will probably get really rested. Would you mind just taking a peek at what's going on once?".

Still, Miss Beliessa made a statement, so I'm finally going to take it on.

"Winning is definite at this point.... Well, I can't say very loud."

I have artistic skills. That's a lot of chances of winning.

It won't be possible to make them turn to painting again. I can no longer hope for skillful fine paintings. But if it's clay craftsmanship or something, we can start over in the form of creative art.

And where there was some glance, he said, "I can handle this far. Slowly after that, let's watch the end of his second artistic activity".

The goal is visible to some extent.

There is some concern that the shape is unrecognizable, but to a lesser extent, there will be no obstacle to creating clay finishing. To a terrible degree, I can also cut it up early, "Sorry, it was impossible". Because I only make promises to see how things go.

Win.

That was a statement in that sense.

"... win?

Uffi blamed him for his deafness.

"Mm-hmm. It means we have some chances of winning. That wasn't a very good expression, let's withdraw."

"... nothing, fine"

That's what Yufi said and shut up again.

The reaction wasn't just Uffi's. With the exception of Hetty and Meena, all the slaves here look somewhat annoyed.

Win. You seem a little upset that I'm talking business about this one.

Don't you usually make this Dwarf dream come true?

I assumed so, but for a moment I was surprised by what I said, and immediately there was an atmosphere as if I realized that my attitude was more correct.

"... yes, you're thinking"

"Well, from what I've heard, you'll settle for the Lord's plan."

Hetty, who can break with business, and Meena, who is close to me and my values, were accepting me without much upset.

"... yes"

"... I wouldn't disagree"

……

"... I guess so."

The four also accepted that it was realistic. But it was also a reaction that somehow felt something that didn't fall on my heart.

At this time, I somehow felt a difference in perception with the slaves.