Life with my Little Sister

Episode 161: Malicious Customers

(But that's odd...)

After one game, I'm a little surprised.

If you look only at the results, that disgusting handsome man lost unilaterally with high money, exposing himself to nothing...

Still, that challenger's skill was a little something.

I think my arm stood enough to blow the battle with confidence.

There's something wrong with that slayer who attacks with magic trickery.

Normally, about a street performer, somewhat of a known adventurer, is that easy enough for you?

Plus, in a blindfold.

"Hmm...? Ah. Is that what you mean...?

Maybe I was simply mistaken.

Look at your sister in your arms.

Suddenly he sent his gaze at me, Fee, tilting his neck, but letting his face melt with joy.

"I... He looked at me, but he didn't! Hehe......! Phew, glad! Phew, I like it! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...!

Yeah.

Let's not dare stroke it.

Look around you holding my sister in a state of possibility.

The audience is enthusiastic, but the three surrounding them are taken aback.

Apparently, we didn't even consider our own boss losing millimeters.

So, that's the leader.

…………

At first, the pale face was distorted by anger and shame, but it also vanished in an instant.

Show a smile like you fixed it right away.

"Ha ha...... Even though I lost my hand to be serious, isn't it amazing that this attack on me was carried out! Let me compliment you."

"I'm afraid."

The slayer bows his head deeply.

I'm sure you're looking forward to Villey being serious and using the magic of physical enhancement, but he doesn't seem to intend to make an extra wave.

"You guys. What are you scared of? Let's go?"

"Huh? Ah, yes... Mr. Villey!"

The surrounding men tried to rush over,

"Hey. Keep coming. What do you want me to do? Don't forget my money."

and pointed to the leather bag on the table.

As the children were told, they rushed to the head with a golden bag.

"… Sir, could you give us a moment?

The slayer calls to a halt.

No heart, or lower voice than before.

Villey stays with a thin grin and looks back.

"What? The celebration is over. And you, the street performer, what do you want with me?

"... it's hard to be taken for a living, huh?

"Oh, you did. Even though I lost my hand, it's also true that I was interested in playing for a while. We have to pay the price."

The man took a piece of dull coin out of the leather bag he had me hold around him.

The same runaway adventurer who was the challenger before him presented, the lowest amount.

Japanese yen, about a thousand yen.

When I play that with my fingers, I roll clutterfully under the foot of the slasher.

The shopkeeper removed his blindfold and, after looking at the coin, stared quietly at Villey.

"… Sir, what kind of joke is this?

"Do you call paying the consideration a joke? So you're saying it's unnecessary. - Hey, pick that up. This artist doesn't seem to take money. It's quite clever to offer entertainment for free."

One of the surroundings that quickly executes the boss's orders and picks up the sassy gold.

The slayer's eyes were completely seated.

It was obvious that he was pushing anger to death.

"I said earlier, 'I'm sorry it was a joke later.' Customers also remember coming to the game knowing that?

"So now I would have tried to pay the price. By contrast, you used the word 'joke', artist."

"When your forehead is different, is that what you're saying?

"Ho? So how much do you want me to say?

With a faint tremor, the slasher pointed to the leather bag.

Villey drops her eyes on the bag, then tilts her neck.

"Hmm? I don't know what they're pointing at. Clarify your mouth."

"... that bag, it's round. Indeed, the customer bets on it."

"I said round this! Shut the fuck up!

Villy flaunts her shoulder when she says she's out of her mind.

"But where is this idiot who hangs all this money on the street!?"

"But, customer, you certainly..."

"Did you say that? If I bet this whole time, not a word!?"

As if there was an affair in the slayer, the man absurds his narrative.

In retrospect for a moment, Villey certainly didn't say that he would bet that bag, all of it.

I think what I said was a vague way of saying "this" when I bet.

"The slayer, you said?" To the extent that the surroundings do not crush the liver, "he said. I should have answered that. 'A lot of money wouldn't be a problem,' he said. Why do you think you'll get all this money in exchange for that? How many humble civilians are you talking about when you're joking too much!

Ugh, is that what you came for?

Was it anticipating these troubles that the handsome guy muttered, "Also, that guy..." or "I wish this was over" after the game, after what he's done now?

When it comes to it, it will be called a habitual person.

"Customer, isn't that going through......!

"So what? You want me to give you all this leather bag?

"This one, I'm eating in this business. If they crushed my face, I wouldn't have accumulated...!

"If we are going to eat in these businesses, we should do business honestly and truthfully! He can't even put it on the wind of a street performer trying to roll up all the money on a guest! Shame on you!

Biscuit pointing Kramer.

The audience is stunned, and the yaj has forgotten.

On the other hand, the surroundings hitchhiked the boss and the big chorus of "Yes, they are".

You're used to it, and I'm impressed.

"You gotta be kidding me. Yep!

Then he was slashed, and finally he was clean.

"After losing the battle, I can't believe I didn't pay with reason! Whatever happens, you pay for it!?"

"Hmm? Are you going to sue the violence? It would be good. Hit him. I can't resist. Ha ha, now the batter and the batter, you're in the opposite position. But be careful, street performer. If you raise your hand to me, nobleman, and take away even more money, you will not be spared the death penalty!?"

Oh, I knew you were noble.

From now on, then, let me call you a chimpy nobleman.

".................. ugh"

Then the slayer shuts up.

They're arrow-stricken civilians. When they bring up authority, they seem speechless.

"What's up, slayer? Say something? You want me to tell you I'm wrong? Take it. I'll stand you up. In the name of my Hafete family, I will contend with you, the civilian. Hmm? What's up? What are those eyes?

"Yes, artist! Say something!

"If you want to sue an official, we'll testify that Mr. Villey is right too!?"

The surroundings who follow the words of the chimps nobility and stand up to stir them up.

…………

The slayer was burning in anger at first, but soon turned into a look of giving up.

I guess you've come to think it's a loss to deal with a chimp.

"... ok. That's enough. Wherever you go, please leave."

"Wait, what do you know? If we don't clear it up there, we'll have another problem later. Say it in your mouth. What did you find out?

But the chimps themselves refused to leave.

The slayer, who seems to have already given up his money, kept his eyes down and said pale.

"... I don't want to pay for it anymore"

"Ho? Why not? For your sake, nobleman, am I wrong?

"... no. Thank you. There's been a mistake."

The attitude of the slayer just told me to just disappear because that was enough.

But Villy grabs the word butt and eats it down.

"What is a mistake? Be clear. Was it you who was wrong? Or me?

"… it seems to have been our mistake"

"Hmm. Right. Admit the mistake. It's amazing. As long as it doesn't make a mistake, if it does, it's important to fix it right away."

A chimpy aristocrat slapping a pompous and slayer on the shoulder.

The slayer is silently looking down, suppressing his anger from blowing back.

"But..."

Villy laughs niggly.

"You can't just blow a challenge and yell at a nobleman, and just say those words, you can't possibly do it, can you?

"- Huh!?"

"I am a man of deep nostalgia. You can't sue someone for admitting mistakes. But the prize imperative is the abstract of politics. There is also the question of the pride of my Haefte family, insulted by the sin of innocence. I can't do 'nothing' like this...?

The man looks back to his children.

"We're going to get a nuisance fee, right? You guys, get that jewel."

"Yes! Mr. Villey!

"- Nah!? ma, wait! That's not much!?"

The slayer exclaimed.

But, Mr. Chimpilla, lean your neck and ask.

"What? What's the problem? I'm trying to calm you down, and you're unhappy?

"Oh, take that, give me a break...! That's, that's... ugh!

"Hmm. So, you want to get out? I thought you said you'd never get away with it. Do you spare one stone more than your own life? Well, that's fine."

Villey gazes at the surroundings and laughs at Niyaniya.

These people will be easy to beat if they are fought by force, but when they bring up their positions, there is no more to them than silence. Because this is what I call the difference in identity.

The spectators are whispering to each other.

"Hidae..."

"Not really..."

Then one of the surroundings looked back and shouted.

"Whoever takes the side of a villain is also a villain! If you have a complaint, name it!

You can't even speak up with this.

Those who turn to the bottom in silence. Those who leave early enough. Various.

This is what their mood will be like.

I'm sorry to hear about the slaughterhouse, but if your nobles look at me for it, I won't...

You can't simply call this cowardice.

With them, life is in vain.

"Hmm, you don't seem to have any complaints. Hey. I'm busy. Just get the jewels."