Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Immediately depressing, but an unusual speed of recovery that allows you to regain your normal mentality immediately for it is Leo's drawback and beauty.

It's troublesome for Lena, who walked away without unraveling the enchantment of a rambling seal, but well, then you can ask again tomorrow, and it was very sad that this year's Snowflower Festival Bazaar had no place of its own, but well, then you just have to make money in a different way.

(Here's one, make a lot of rough money and say, "I knew Brother Leo was different! That's what Emilio and the others think.

Leo, who counted the copper coins and set his mind, quickly moved into action when he switched consciousness to that.

In other words, he only took a few hours of sleep and decided to leave the hospital at a time when it was not even dawn as originally planned.

Normally, it was common to wake up the Emilios and go with them, but they usually seem to get some sleep through the morning for this year because they execute "solutions as simulated".

It's not sneaky to wake them up like that, so Leo snuck out of the room dressed up.

The old soldier only leaves, and cuts through the new heavens and the earth alone.

(Hold on, when it comes to making money from this, we can't even prepare the product now. I guess I'll just have to find a store that doesn't have enough sellers and get them hired part-time)

Leo's aim is only to make money.

I wasn't going to choose an industry in particular because it would be satisfying if I sold things for a long time, took Gennama from people, and dipped my nose tip in that fragrant money.

Many outdoor shops at Snowflower Festival and, as far as possible, do not battle with the products offered by Hannah Orphanage...

With that in mind, walking the cobblestone at the front door damp to the night dew,

"Dear Leonora...!

From behind, a panicked voice hung.

"... eh, Ky?

Oh, my God, he's a squire that Lena was supposed to let fall asleep to. No, you're apparently experiencing symptoms of a quick hangover, and you're pale and a little fluttered.

Leo blinked at him looking like he was dressed.

"What's wrong, sir?... or okay, is it? Thin clothes, catch a cold."

"That's this dialogue, Master Leonora! At a time like this, all by yourself, where the hell are you going!

It is as if the mother herself is to blame for the night out.

(- Oh, no, yeah, you want to be this guy's mother)

It was recalled that the metaphor that somehow came to mind was true for him as it was, and Leo unconsciously drew his face.

"Uh... Um, no, uh, a little, in the night breeze..."

"Don't lie to me! Where are those who go out of their way to dress up as men and hide them all the way to their hair and carry them all the way to a big bag to hit the night breeze!

That's a good scratch.

I've never even heard of a man's shirt and trousers, a canvas bag on a hunting hat like a newspaper kid for a walk in dress code.

For an honest disciple, Leo, the type who can hardly think of any excuses, decided to fly the white flag early.

"... excuse me. Me, the market, I was about to go."

"To the market......?

Kai, who seems to be nauseating, looks puzzled as he covers his mouth with his hands.

Leo stroked Kai's back, but he grabbed it and told him to blame it.

"Would you like to see the Snow Flower Festival? But then, you don't have to go at this hour."

"No, Snow Flower Festival, I don't want to see it,"

I don't want to see it, I want to join it.

Kai said, "Huh...?" He stared straight into his eyes, and Leo spinned his words with dignity.

"I want to be sure. People's, life. of food, distribution. price. Everything, with this eye."

"Confirm...?

Yes, Leo nods.

Has the Lihieltian child's lifestyle changed from three months ago or the same month of the previous year? The distribution of foodstuffs by category. Price is.

Without a comprehensive picture of them, you can't devise effective sales talks or value them appropriately.

In other words, the 4P strategy that Leo has been constantly chanting at Hannah Orphanage cannot be made up.

To do what is best, without neglecting advance preparation.

Leo has always put it in his creed, although there is no specific and robust planning like Lena's.

That's what I've been believing is the only, if not the greatest, responsibility of a man trying to make money.

"Before dawn, everybody, we're getting ready. I can't afford to hide it. So look there. And that's what I have to do."

"Dear Leonora..."

Kai also forgot his nausea for a moment and stared at this young master.

Because there was something in the girl's sincerity that came to mind.

(What if... the Harald disaster made the citizens sick of suffering...?

No, I just think so. Kai's husband was always such a person.

Harald's disaster.

The college only rumors that a girl stopped it, but the aftermath is slowly eroding citizens, in fact. Kai was on his way to this lower town, and he was snuggly feeling it.

It's been unusually cheerful here lately. Many of the unkept churches seen from the carriage. A letter from Hannah saying the festival is close but not lively.

This is how Kai connected those pieces of information.

In other words, as a result of the Church's loss of credibility from people due to the scourge of Harald's gradual extremes of distress and delays in praying to the Spirit due to lack of donations, prayers, etc., the distortion is manifesting itself as an unusual weather and depressing town atmosphere, -.

The newspaper reading every inch to build expression contained a case that the Church of the South was in the grill by thug citizens.

Not so much around here, there's no doubt that civic sentiment is still devastating.

Maybe the fact that the water has become acidic enough to rot the coupling part of the carriage is also a phenomenon indicating that the Spirit is rough.

These facts even Kai noticed.

If I were your husband, who finds the truth from a single painting, I would have found out a long time ago.

That's why we're trying to observe the town with purple eyes that foresee its truth and see if there's a shadow of worry in people's lives. As the responsibility of those who have uncovered the Harald conspiracy and caused the status quo.

(But that's...!

From Kai's point of view, the girl shouldn't have had the in-laws to help her with that.

It wasn't the girl who caused the trouble, it was Harald. And it was the citizens themselves who took the liberty of disappointing and maligning the Church and devastating the world.

Nevertheless, I didn't know you would take it as your own responsibility and try to reach out for salvation.

(Really, this guy, how far...)

Kai bit his lip.

Very, I didn't think it was the idea of a twelve-year-old girl.

The size of its vessel, the breadth of its field of view, is no more that of the king.

"Kai."

And the girl reached out and gently took Kai's hands.

A quiet white hand comes to the fore. The skin was smooth and warm.

"I, for this reason, am here. Please, don't stop me."

"Dear Leonora..."

Feeling something hot and up his chest, Kai clogged his words.

Such sincere thoughts, and my master's only wish, are not obedient.

Turn your head around quickly.

(I have nearly ten escorts, and just in case, I've hit another hand. After noon, yesterday's man will prepare a new carriage, so until then, … ten hours or so? If I stick together perfectly, it shouldn't be impossible)

After a long tour, Kai finally nodded.

"Okay."

"Good!

"But I'm with you, too"

I can't give up all that.

Finally, the girl lowered her eyebrows as troubled, provided that by noon the carriage was ready she returned to the orphanage, but eventually accepted.

Kai greets him back to the hospital, quickly changing and weaving his jacket. Finally, leaving a note for Hannah, she followed her husband out the front door of the hospital.

(Whispers! It's a hiccup, East City before dawn!

Leo temporarily wandered his gaze around him, desperately dampening the excitement he engulfed, by holding his chest down.

When the chicken still doesn't ring.

Nonetheless, the market, which preceded the Snowflower Festival, is getting ready as the florist's general in boots, the butcher's master in possession, and the sellers wearing battle-colored aprons go early enough.

It's not amateurs and so on who open bazaars as of this day that we gather so early in the morning, but all the professionals who set up stores. Their expression stuck to a comforting tension, as if they were now or now waiting for that moment when the sun of making money plugged in.

Richiert is just the capital of the Empire and huge, surrounding it around a holy land called the "Imperial Land" with a royal palace, making sure that the "precious land" inhabited by nobles, the "flat land" inhabited by civilians, loosely erodes each other.

And it is the place known as the Lower Town that existed further off, hooking it to the edge of the circumference, and the eastern neighborhood where the Hannah orphanage was located was known as the "Eastern District". The name of the market located in its East End is "East City" as it stands.

Also in the East End, there are many types of bread, plants and fruits in commodities that are inevitably handled on the market, as they are closer to the Klingbail territory with the Great Barn Zone.

Besides, pasture, where there is a little dairy or meat?

I hear that in the southern city, close to the sea, there are abundant species of fresh fish, and in the northern city, where leather and textile industries flourish in the flourishing western city of livestock farming, there is still a lot of clothing to be treated.

but Leo still thought East City was number one.

Compared to the other three, the hedges of nobility and citizenship are lower, and people are active in and out of the country, because most of the specialties are only daily accessories - products with short expiration dates - and the cycle of commerce is short and exciting.

(Oh... I feel... I smell fragrant gold...!

Drifting in the College and the Harkenberg Mansion, full of gold and silver, if it is to be perfumed or flowery, can I say that drifting here is the smell of meat grilling, crude but appealing to instinct?

Low-value but undecorated, lovely copper coin smells in here. Money waits excitedly for the moment when it moves from person to person.

Leo's golden sensation remained ringing just now at the signs of a preferred money, though it had been a long time.

"Eggs... five small copper coins, milk... six pieces, white bread..."

Make your eyes hearty and check the price as if to check the outfit of the person you love today. The three things that make it difficult for people to buy and market every day, like eggs, milk and white bread, are the "white threes" (Leo naming) that must be held down first.

For ease of comparison, convert it immediately into a weight per weight amount in your head and link it to a brain graph that had stopped three months earlier.

Looks like the bread's just getting a little high.

I'll have to look around at something else.

Torpe flowers, which were supposed to be the eyeballs of the Snow Flower Festival, were pressed side by side high. Almost twice as old as usual. The buds are also small and don't look very well developed.

Leaf vegetables also seem more or less expensive, so maybe there were concerns about water scarcity.

In his brain note, Leo added, "Water Mono Caution". If you want to work part-time, you should avoid business models where the product is thin.

Then a street interview.

The point is, "Are you making money?" "How's the market?" "What are the future prospects?" This is surprisingly difficult to hear mixed with casual conversations.

I poke an exquisite intermission and ask them not to inspire all the professionals who are tingling after me to get ready to open the store - for some reason, everyone, even though it's normal to turn around, as soon as I see their faces, they get pompous and the conversation doesn't form.

Various possibilities were contemplated if it was just too dusty to be cluttering my intrusive hair into my hat, or if for once I thought it was within the bounds of going by with a boy, but I wasn't able to be and look like a cunt.

I don't want to think about the possibility that my interview skills were falling at some point.

I had no choice but to teach Kai the trick and replace him when I turned to my squire for a long time.

"Ka, Kai......!?

Leo opened his eyes a little.

For the face of the hangover squire was white as paper.

"So, are you okay!?

"I'm sorry, there's no reason..."

Serious squire seems to have aggravated his hangover trying to follow this high-speed market watch, not to mention his ill health.

Covering his mouth, he is fluttering to the side.

"Are you nauseous!? If I throw up, it's easy. Here!"

Now you're used to caring.

When he offered his hand to throw up for a moment, the squire shook his head like a little. Anything, I've already snuck it back about twice, and now it's just nausea.

(Oh, I'm sorry, Kai...! I was just obsessed with price research...!

It is disqualified for a brother not to even notice his disciple Gero's departure - in the Hannah orphanage, he calls for one person to head to the bathroom to return him.

Leo faded away and embarked on the recovery of the matter.

Anyway, hydrate, and let your stomach hold a little digestible.

Leo quickly asked the old man from the 800 houses to separate the water from the lemon, and then asked his brother from the stall to separate the honey from the salt, mixing it together to make an impromptu drunken drink. It is better to have a little sugar and salt in the hydration when it is weak.

Also, in the light of Leo's personal experience, the acidity of the lemon relieves the symptoms of a hangover.

Kai drank it in awe and seemed to calm down a bit.

(And then... bread porridge or something...)

Fruit would be nice if it were true, but I can just feel free to ask my 800 grandma to do it again, and the city isn't open yet, so I can't buy it for a whole lot of money - here to Leo, I didn't have the option of buying it in words for the first time -.

I looked around in eagle eye mode wondering if there was anywhere you could grace the bread for free, at that time.

…………

Is it the mercy of the Spirit, or destiny?

Mixed with a group of professionals, Leo found a woman with obviously unfamiliar, golden brown hair carrying in tons of bread as she pressed her squeaky trolley.