Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

The birth of my mother, Polly and Claire has also been successfully completed, and Kanga Hill is buzzing with baby cries.

Mel and Sharon really wanted to take care of the baby, and I was just smiling and watching as they were both girls.

Liddy, on the other hand, doesn't like babies or doesn't even try to hold them even if their mothers try to hold them.

When I asked him why it was, he said, "I was afraid that if I put too much effort into something so small, I would drop it..."

Few children are born in the elves. Sometimes they say that it's a small settlement, once every ten years. Especially in Liddy's case, he's out there young, and he's even more of a human mistrust, so he's barely dating anyone.

I've gotten used to little kids in patrol classes, but I'm not even dealing with dairy drinkers exactly. For this reason, they've lived fifty years and never touched a baby.

Still, I hold on to it a few times because my mothers will definitely recommend it. Are you quite used to it these days, it doesn't feel so surprising anymore.

Especially in hot weather, the arts unexpectedly do fine things, such as send the breeze to the babies with the magic of the wind.

My brother, Rod, has been in training since my birthday, too, but it looks like he's gaining more strength from having a brother and sister.

Looks like my father spoke to my grandfather, and in three more years I'm set to join the Knights of the Raswell Borderline Uncle in the north of the Caerm Empire.

The demons who attacked the Kaum kingdom in May also lurked the ringing, and peaceful days were returning to the village of Rasmore.

When summer passed and the middle of September passed, visitors arrived here in Kanga Hill.

As we play on the mansion's playground, a two-headed carriage with about ten escorts climbs the hill.

Around 11: 00 a.m. before lunch, we were the first to find out what it looked like.

I ran into the mansion to tell my grandfather and father that a visitor had arrived.

"Dear uncle, one carriage is coming up. There are also escorts, so aren't you an identical person or a wealthy merchant?

My grandfather stopped his training hand on my words and headed south of the mansion.

"I have no family crest. Guards are like mercenaries, too. Probably a merchant. Are you finally here..."

A few months ago, one of the pedestrians found a villager using soap and started buying soap from the Lockhart family.

(Knights and nobles don't come to us, and merchants don't come without anything. It would be the same for you. I thought you were a merchant who came to buy soap...)

Tell that story to my father, too, and let him go get Nicholas right away.

The carriage climbed on the narrow road of the hill long enough to arrive in front of the mansion. An old man in fine clothes came down from inside.

And with a slightly lower, well-traveled Baritone voice,

"I am from the Musgrave Chamber of Commerce. Could you please open the door?"

I don't even think I'm going to open the door, and I'm going to erupt.

(Well, are we suddenly going into business? How many poor knights would it be disrespectful to come untouched by the Lords' Hall... shall we let Father and Nicholas do well here...)

Walt, the squire's head, has gone to the gate to confirm the matter.

I will go to Nicholas with my father and explain how to deal with merchants.

First, "Do you know a chamber of commerce called the Musgrave Chamber of Commerce?" He asks, "but says neither my father nor Nicholas knew.

"If you're here to talk business, let's get out high pressure. It would be disrespectful not to touch the Lords' Hall."

My father, indifferent to that sort of thing, said, "My Lockhart family is not that good of a character. I was told by a knight in my father's place," but I was going to use this to negotiate.

"I don't mind. Because it's actually disrespectful. Besides, this is an operation to see the way out over there. If it was meant to be, it's only natural to give a hint, because those under your status would visit. They must be insulting our home. He said he was a poor lord in the country."

Nicholas' expression gets tough on the words, but I don't mind continuing.

"That's fine because it's easier to give. Besides, if this one is strong, it will be even more insulting. He says he's a fool who turns merchants like himself against his enemies, not pedestrians."

My father can't read my thoughts and looks difficult.

"It's good to make you insult me. But isn't that the pot you think is over there?

"Yes. Now I just make you think so. Besides, I'm going to have to come back out again."

In my words, "Are you sure? It's a business meeting at the corner," my father said, about to float.

"I don't mind. I'll come more if you leave me alone. I'm just going to ask you something today and let you go home. If that happens..."

The two of you are starting to get drawn to my story, but I interrupt the story with the sound of knocking on the office door.

Walt said, "Someone named Edmond from the Musgrave Chamber of Commerce is here. How can I help you?," he asked.

Before my father says anything, he gives instructions first: "Keep me through the reception room, and then tell them I'll be waiting a little while".

Walt sees his father as worried about whether he can do that, but he leaves the room when he sees his father nodding.

I laughed,

"Let's make it wait about thirty minutes. Naturally, I don't think of the convenience of a busy lord."

You two don't seem to understand what I want to do, and you don't respond to my light mouth.

"Earlier on, what would the other side think if we just asked him about the business today and let him come back out?

Nicholas said, "Don't you think this one's unwilling to sell the soap method? Answer."

I said, "That's a shame. I need to think about it with the intention of being the other person," I laugh at him.

"The other side thinks this is a knight who doesn't know the common sense of business. If you're not willing to sell it, you'd think I wouldn't tell you to come back out. And then you should wonder why you're so strong..."

I keep talking as I make sure the two of you are following the story.

"... Isn't there a merchant who noticed this? Maybe we have other contacts coming to us, don't we?

My father and Nicholas snort at my words.

"We have time, so let's talk about it after we come back out. I decide to sell it for a minimum of 10,000 C (krona) (= 10 million yen) as originally planned. But I can't say this without seeing how they react..."

I'm pretty sure I can sell for at least 10,000 C's, but I don't know what it's actually worth. It's more likely to be worth it than I think.

Looking at the reaction of this merchant, he wants to put in an exploration of what the right price is.

"… and we also talk about selling it to other vendors and continuing to make what we consume in this village. But at first, just listen to the other side."

So hang up the words and check the understanding between the two of you.

(You both understand this far. Well, I hope you even understand what I'm about to tell you...)

"And if the conditions on the other side are too bad, for example, if it's a thousand C or something, if you sell it for two C per piece, you'll make money on just 600 pieces. Tell him we won't be talking on such stupid terms."

You two don't seem to understand the purpose. Nicholas speaks the question.

"The other person doesn't know the cost of the soap. So don't you know if you'll make money?

I laugh niggardly at that question and nod, "Exactly."

"Let the opponent know that if you sell 600 pieces of one or two C in the current conversation, they will make a profit of 1,000 C. Wait and see how many numbers you can get on top of that."

Nicholas is smiling and nodding if he understands.

I dare to tell the merchant the cost. That's to make it easier for them to say the right price.

If you don't know the cost, you need to assume it and play the money. I would be staring at the sales channels, so I would be able to calculate the number of pieces I could sell. All you have to do is let him play the profit per capita, and he'll tell us the value of the manufacturing methods we want to know.

Nicholas seems to have figured out my intentions, too.

"I finally get it. This one's acting stupid, making it look like you're passing on information without knowing why."

I laughed at Nicholas, "Exactly," and turned to the two of you,

"Nicholas will have officials who don't understand business, and Father will play a stubborn lord obsessed with gold. The reason I'm so strong is because I don't know about business, and if we can't negotiate properly over there, we'll come up with a compromise."

My father looks somewhat nasty, but he says, "Okay. I'll leave it to you," he nodded.

"It's about me, it's unnatural for a five-year-old to go to a negotiating place. But if the curious son of a country lord wants to see a merchant, I don't think it's that uncomfortable."

"You can't make a statement if you're in the negotiating room."

"Of course, I'm not willing to speak directly (...). But it will be possible to send a signal…"

I was thinking of letting Nicholas negotiate and sending him an autograph.

"Let Nicholas negotiate. And I'm sending a signal to Nicholas. As Father in the front of the merchant and Nicholas on the side, I will sit opposite Nicholas. That way, you won't be able to send some signals because you can't see my movements from the merchant. Of course, I'm going to make it a deceptive move even if it's seen..."

Neither my father nor Nicholas seem to understand my thoughts well. I will use the battle as an example so that I can understand.

"Nicholas, don't you ever give instructions to your allies on the battlefield? Like giving instructions to a soldier away with a drum or a flag?

Nicholas tilted his neck wondering what it was about and said, "There is. With sounds, flags, wolf smoke, etc. such as drums, bronze, etc. and then he said," Okay! This is a fight, too, isn't it? with the merchant, "and brighten his face.

"Oh, the enemy is a bargainer of skill. By contrast, this one's all amateur, including me. Then we'll all have to hit it."

My father also gives a convincing look to the words.

And I'm going to explain the signature.

"Yes” and “No” are the basics, but this is a battle, so we also need to "go on offense” and “pull.” If “done," bluff your legs. If no, stretch… "

I've decided on a few other signals for my father and Nicholas to remember.

"... it is well thought to be an unexpected question or situation. I'll have Nicholas deal with it ad hoc then."

Nicholas said, "Can I do that?" and looks anxious.

I said, "It's okay. I trust you," my father nods and agrees.

Thirty minutes later, the merchant comes in, but as per the meeting, he just asks about the business and makes me pick it up.

Then, for tomorrow's negotiating production, the three of us decided on the actual negotiations, including the division of roles between my father and Nicholas and how to negotiate the sale price.