Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Fish that got water. Bald taka dancing in the sky.

If it stands for Leo now, it seemed worthy of such a word.

(Whoa, whoa! Fun, good!

An hour from opening.

Leo glanced greedily at the one hand and hunted his prey one after the other, immersed himself in a groan and a sense of exaltation as if he had obtained this world.

In the townspeople, masses of people were pushing toward the city the moment a copper clang to host a snowflake festival was sounded.

Unfortunately, the place where Leo and the others are opening was quite off the East Side, but still, over time, the wave of people gradually moves.

Leo in bald taka mode greeted the first few with a fierce grin as they fluttered closer, caught by the smell of the next meat skewer.

"Welcome!

Turning to his voice, to a few people - Leo thought he was probably freaked out by how powerful he was - he folds early so that the upset doesn't subside and sells five first.

Leo's hand shook at the feeling of putting a small copper coin away from the crowd for a long time.

Other customers who were interested in feeding them bread on the spot, getting their thoughts out, and making a mouthful of "good, good" noise quickly captured and ten more.

To the wary women even as they bought it, behave small cut tastings and give momentum by praising the group's leadership and thoughtful lady, here are three.

They just advertised it inside and outside the group, so then successively a woman came to Leo and the others, and probably bought about twenty of them just for their people.

Chris seems to have the technology to bake large quantities of bread for being new, and the stock of bread is enough to say countless.

As a matter of fact, Leo, who heard there was backstock in a remote location, convinced her to go get the bread.

In the meantime, we put a "temporarily closed" bill on the pan wagon and went to hang up sales at other stores with one hand of the bread we had split for our own lunch.

By the time Chris came back, Leo had tie-up contracts with the meat skewer next door, the cheese shop three houses away, and the fruit shop across the street.

If a customer buys and takes Chris' bread, they will pinch broiled meat, rich blue cheese, or juicy fruit with plenty of sauce and tailor it to a sandwich.

Leo and the others are expected to improve their profit margins even further by slicing and selling bread, and the shopkeepers have more customers coming in, and the customers can eat and walk without contaminating their hands by wrapping meat and fruit in bread.

It's boring to be making just one house.

It is only when shops around them are uniformly vibrant that the neighborhood thrives, bringing people together, and ultimately making more money for themselves.

Leo grinned and laughed at the shopkeepers, poking his fist high to the right.

"Gentlemen, speak up, let's go!

"Oh!"

Meanwhile, the shopkeepers, who were depressed that they were going to go off to the East City lottery and open on less popular streets, were uniformly courageous to see a girl as beautiful as the Spirit bring in guests as a miracle.

She appears refreshed or tries to flaunt glamorous temporary stores while watching, letting them buy one loaf of bread after another despite strong pricing, but also sharing the benefits around her.

We could never say we couldn't do what such a young girl could do.

Most importantly, show off the good part and say to this girl, "That's just great! I wanted you to smile."

That's why the shopkeepers who rolled their minds, one after the other,

"There you are. Yes! Aerich's, special skewers, how about that? Ahhh! I also recommend the excellent meat sandwich, sandwiched in bread.

"It's cheap, it's cheap! Fabian blue cheese, don't pick it. Oh! Cream cheese sandwiches are a loss if you don't eat them. Ooh!

"Look, come take a bite of this Louisa orange. Oh! Pinch it in bread with strawberries and you'll see heaven. Whoa!

He hustled his own products and bread and slammed his throat.

As Leo sees it, nature and people flow there if a belt thrives.

Noticed that more customers than usual gathered around Leo's breadwagon.

In a hissing crowd, Leo specializes in the distribution of bread tastings, with respect for the people.

and there, not to miss a single passers-by, and the moment I turned around,

"Welcome, -... Huh!

I hit a little shadow standing right behind me.

Out of balance, Leo turns his back not to be pressured against the child.

However, also dropping the bread tasting and gripping the tray with both hands resulted in

-Dosin!

I got a big buttcake on me. It is a red shame.

(Painful plain......!

Dark hair slipped off her bent cheeks as she was tearing through the pain.

Apparently, the hat was removed and the hair that was properly packed was loosened.

Yabe Yabe, and when you do your hand on your hair,

"Let,... Spirit!?

The bumped child opened his eyes round and shouted out.

"Hey, hey, Mom! Look! The Spirit...! There's the Spirit!

"What are you talking about already, Marc? Oh no..., well...!

Even the mother, who was trying to embarrass the child, screams with a glance.

"Hih, Spirit of Light!?

Leo tilted his neck properly as they all pointed and made noise at Leo.

(Spirit of Light?

Are you even possessed behind your own back? I turned around for a moment thinking, etc., but I notice it again.

(Damn, this hair...!

Faith tends to be forgotten because it is dedicated exclusively to the Spirit of Gold, but it is true that the Spirit of Light should have been portrayed as a woman with golden eyes on her long dark hair.

It is the color of the eyes that makes me so different that I do have dark hair right now, and so long hair that I rarely see you in downtown.

Before the Spirit Festival, and from people floating around on Snow Flower Festival Day, I did say, "Spirit!" It would be dressed like it's not weird to scream.

- Leo had no idea that the delicate clavicle peeking from the crude shirt, the white skin, and the still beautiful face hidden in part in the hat were now contoured by lustrous dark hair, releasing an unexpected aesthetic.

(Wet......! What I did overlooked that possibility...!

I was still a boy because it was easier to move when I was considered a civilian in Lower Town, and it was embarrassing to look so feminine in my hometown (home), but if the festival correction was to come in, I should have exposed this hair with dignity.

I can't believe the Spirit Bread sold by the clerk dressed as the Spirit of Light, though that one suited the concept of the festival better and seemed to sell at a high price.

(Damn, my big idiot......!

Leo wanted to beat the crap out of himself for missing out on business opportunities.

For the sake of making immediate money, I would even be happy to expose my long hair, which I am ashamed of every day.

It is a man named Leo who can do that.

As he chewed on his thoughts and clenched his fist, Chris and even Kai, who had slept until then, rushed over,

"Are you okay!?

and wakes me up.

So he turned back to me, and when he rose up with soil, the boy earlier - did I say Marc - gave me his hand with his eyes shining.

"Let it be, Spirit! May I touch your hand...!?

"Huh?"

Leo blinks at the unexpected offer. but I immediately perceived what the boy was trying to say. The point is, I am now a spiritual woman with dark hair, so I would like you to behave like a festival worthy and spiritual.

Leo, who was better than Nori, said, "Fine," and came to think of it, and said:

"Bread, one. Or slices, six, if you want to buy them."

Leo said in a street sale, "If you beat Grandpa, there's another one!" When you serve something like that, even if the person is a child, you don't condone it.

You don't deliberately lose, you don't lose, you don't give me another one, you just let your strength fight.

(Know the harshness of the world, O Marc. That's how you become a strong adult)

In this case, if I wanted a "spiritual handshake," I ran out of ideas about how to use my strength as a money - the other person acted unexpectedly.

"Bye, bread, five!

"What!?

For the children, they showed their financial strength and immediately bought up five pieces of bread.

Whether it's a handshake or a child, if you pay for it, it's a customer.

Leo was a little surprised, but he shook his hand for five minutes of bread - specifically, ten seconds of two seconds in five.

"Ugh, I envy you......!

"Bye, then, me too! Me too, bread, ten!

"Then I'll give you twenty!

It is the adults around them who were not silent.

They were beaten through the heart by the beauty of the girl's spirits themselves - and it's amazing how sneaky arms and ankles peek out of the man's clothes again - holding their breasts to the appearance of buttocks and trembling on the ground and watching with the thought of chewing their children approaching their weapons.

As long as I buy bread, I can shake hands with the girl.

That's how they showed off their adult finances all the time here.

It was the moment when Chris added a new value of handshake vouchers to the bread he wanted to create.

"Whoa, whoa! Soften it up. Yeah, yeah!

"Oh, hey, uh... thank you for your purchase...?

"Me! Me! I won't wash this hand for life!

"Oh, that's, uh..."

"Thank you......! Thanks......!

"... Trouble, if there is, church, go...?

As such, the bread turned into a handshake ticket is brushed while you look at it, a few dozen minutes later.

"Oh my God... I thought it would take a day to sell..."

As Chris shrugged, it was a brilliant thank you for selling out of things.

"I, too, was a little unexpected"

Leo also squeaks a little dissatisfied as he waves his hand plumply, which feels kind of swollen.

I'm not complaining about the result that it's sold out, but it kind of looks like a bad way to do business.

Besides, if they sell out so quickly, they'll have a few hours left.

(... but making money is making money)

Leo is the one, so when he blew his dissatisfaction lightly with it, he started counting his sales at short notice. It is a moment of reward.

Kai seems to be feeling a lot better too, so don't hesitate to go along with the reckoning.

On the other hand, Chris leaked an admirable sigh, looking at the girl who slammed abnormal sales almost alone and solemnly counted it.

(Really, what a child...)

The sloppy business genius also impressed Chris, of course, but what she felt most was the behaviour of the girl, as if she embodied the spiritual charity.

Increase the number of slices of bread that you only thought about selling in one chunk, slicing thin, so that you can go to many people.

Instead of just considering his own interests, he enlivened the neighborhood by involving the surrounding stores as well.

Rather than bread itself from the way in, it was shaped like people swarmed in search of a girl's handshake, but still she didn't look unpleasant and handled each one properly.

Chris was impressed, among other things, by the arrival of a floater who hasn't bathed in days, or a scratchy face, or a jen who seems to have a yah on his face.

Neither, Chris or Kai broke in and tried to get in, hating or being horrible to a girl who wouldn't go at the end of the year, but she dealt with it by herself without any help.

For vagabonds,

"Precious money, scratch it, you're here, right?

I smiled gently and held my hand softly, against a man who felt like a jerk,

"Thank you, always, for your hard work"

As if the guardians of this city were you, they lay their hands on it with respect.

The former moistened his eyes as soon as possible, vowed to resell the bread he had bought and go to the public bathroom, and the latter heated his chest and said, "This area is because we're going to tighten it up!" and went away with ambition.

Before the Spirit, there is no nobility, and all things are born and good.

The teachings, it was as if Chris had been poked again by this young girl.

As for Leo, he simply demonstrated a guessy spirit of wanting to be adored by selling the fragrance, if possible, to those who fuck him, whether he was happy or unhappy, but he was not on this occasion to realize that.

"Mr. Chris, tally, it's over! Wow, a lot!

Eventually Leo, who finishes his sales record, turns to Chris with a howling smile.

It exceeds the initial assumption because the bread was sliced from the middle and sold at a high rate.

Leo gave Chris two-thirds of his sales as he grinned.

"Yes. As promised, I got a third."

"Well! So now you're saying it's the amount after the payment to Leo?

Chris is opening his brown eyes to the copper coins that are building the mountain.

Leo, who was in a good mood, was loving, "Mr. Chris, I baked a lot of very good bread. It's a natural result," he lifted his opponent.

"You're really, really good at it, aren't you?"

and there, Kai hammers finally recovering the strength to join the conversation.

When he came here and finally fully recovered and regained his original sociability, he asked Chris where he worked at the bakery.

Speaking of which, Leo, too, is a baker in the south, and all I've heard is that he recently moved over to the East End. When the money-making mode is turned on, you can't even be interested in information other than money directly.

With the three of us sitting back behind the trolley, Leo finally switches his thought circuit to public discourse mode.

Looking at Chris with even more curiosity now, she smiled in silence and gave an unexpected answer.

"Uh, bakery or baking a lot of bread at church."

"Huh?"

South side. Church. Tons of bread.

Those pieces of information connect with each other a little more in Leo.

"Also... what if in the South District... Husheim Church, is...!?

"Oh, you know Fussheim? Yes, I was a mentor there."

"What!?

Leo and Kai raised their voices in unison.