The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

After the meeting in the Forty-first leg, we were heading for the Forty-second leg, shaken by the large carriage that Assault had prepared for us. I don't think I'll have a good carriage... ...and I'll have to pay more taxes from him."

"But Assent and Usse were quiet,"

I'll tell the two Ossan who sit next to me.

Why should I sit next to Ossan? Isn't it strange that Estella and Imelda are opposite each other? They have two beautiful women sitting next to me and Ossan is the other side.

"It was quiet... of course...!"

From beyond Assent, Usse quietly criticizes me.

Assund is staring at me too. What's going on?

"If you raise your hand, you'll have the floor, and it's unreasonable for you to get angry at me.

"I know better than to make unnecessary remarks on the spot. It's not that...!"

Assunt swings up to me. It smells a little bit more. It stinks a little more. have a smell of ossan.

"Why didn't you tell me...!?"

Assunt says in a low voice.

What are you talking about?

"The acting lord of our house is called Estella! I knew she was going to stop my heart!"

"Oh, my God! That's all I've been thinking about during the meeting, and I haven't heard anything about it said.

No no

"You've met the acting lord, haven't you? You've met with the acting lord about the establishment of a branch office or other matters?"

I understand that the acting lord is beautiful and neat, and his breasts are rather large. No matter how much they look, Estella is excluded first!"

"Yes! It's only natural that she has a fair amount of course.

"...the two Ossan there." Where do you know me?"

"No, before that, Estella... What are you packing?"

Don't be so pretentiousness!

"But you know what I mean, don't you? I can't believe my face."

"The acting lord is much prettier!"

That's why we're the same person.

"Astella is always beautiful,"

"Whisper,"

"Mr. Estella," Please don't make a disgusting noise next to the taxi."

These guys really didn't seem to notice until now.

Well, I was surprised when I first saw it. Women are apt to disguise themselves with makeup.

"Well, you didn't notice,"Well, I never thought of that."

He didn't seem to see much of his face, though I thought he'd find out at once if he had the insightful as he was. I think it's essential to learn your face and read your facial expression in order to make a fool of your opponent.

"I'm not going to argue against the nobles," I don't think it's necessary to gain that much insight."

Assund whispered modestly, showing a slight awareness of Estella.

"I try not to see the faces of the nobles very often,"

"Come to think of it, you always look down when you meet me at our place. I thought you were nervous."

Hahaha. I wonder if Assundo is nervous about the aristocrats.

Well, in this case...

"Does envy show on your face?"

"Well, I think I'm holding it back myself, but... I see it oozes out like this."

Ascent's face exuded admirably the envy of the nobility at a height which he had not yet reached.

"Well, Assunt," Calm down. You're an aristocrat, but you're an estella."

"Yes. I feel a little better when I think about it."

"What does that mean?"

For better or worse, you're not aristocratic.

Surprised by the shocking facts, Assund and Usse were quiet during the meeting. Well, I'm not going to be talking fluently in the future, but I'll stick a nail in it.

"Well, it's about Estella..."

"You don't have to worry. I will not give you any information for free."

"There's no merit in talking about it,"

These two won't do anything particularly wrong.

"It's hard, isn't it?"that the lord should have no milk."

"I don't think the lord of your ward has milk, either?"

If Demily or Ricardo had any good milk, I'd rather feel refreshed.

"But Jillo,"

Estella gazes at me in the rolling carriage. You have serious eyes.

"Why did you make that rule?"

"What is that?"

"The way we play, the number of participants, the time limit, etc. What does it mean to you?"

The rules I proposed are as follows.

The eating contest is held in a team competition among the select members.

Up to six matches. The winner is the ward who won the first three games.

The time limit for a game is 45 minutes. It's a time limit that focuses on gluttony, not on fast eating.

This is also a wish to eat as beautifully as possible without messing up food.

Gu, who was last in the previous match, prepares the food for the next match. This means that the losing ward can choose the ingredients to favor its own ward. I want to prolong the game as long as possible. Some wards have won three games in a row, and it's dull to finish.

We prepared a common dish and limited it to what was on it. You can bring anything as long as it's on the plate. It's OK to put ramen donburi on a plate.I hope it's not impossible to eat a whole beast or something like that.

After a plate is finished, the winner or loser is decided by counting the number of finished plates in the form of "wanko soba" in which the next plate is served.

In each leg, players and food can be kept secret until just before.

Well, it's a measure to give you the flexibility to change your strategy by looking at the war situation.

The tournament will be held in three rounds over two days.

The game ends when some ward wins three games earlier.

Incidentally, since it cannot be carried over to the seventh round, the situation is determined in the fourth round.

In the case of 2:1 to 1:1, if the ward, who has won the next five rounds, wins, that's it. If either of the other two wards wins, the loser will lose, and the sixth round will compete for the championship in the two wards.

Also, in the fourth round, in the case of 2:0, the last leg was eliminated there. The fifth round will be the final between the top two legs.

I suggested such a rule, and Demily and Ricardo had no particular objection, so it was decided as it was."

"There's no way you're going to make a suggestion that's just entertainment-oriented.

I'm afraid you've got a bad word to say.

But it's sharp.

"There's a dullard over there like a medla,"

If it's a one‐off game, it can be a 'just in case'.

"...I think I'm going to eat it, anyway."

"Everything that moves before you..."

The image of Medra's predatory scene turns everyone on the spot pale.

"Do you know how much Medra eats?"

"Now, mommy only eats with people she's allowed to... we've never seen mommy eat."

".........is it prohibited?"

It's easy to imagine a scene like "Gaboo!" "Boo!" "Boo!" "Boo!" "Boo!" "Boo!"" "Boo!"" on the neck of a demon wandering in the woods.

I'm afraid I'll be eaten if I make eye contact.

"But it's my habit to say, 'You can't be strong unless you eat.' You've had a good meal, haven't you? -- pretty strong."

The amount of food and the strength are proportional... the theory is obvious if you look at the magda.

"Can you compete with such a fierce person of the rank of a bakemon?"

"What is it, Assunto said. Do you want me to win the 42nd leg?"

"Of course. I can't bear to be taxed. Besides, if Mr. Yashiro wins, there will be more restaurants and more customers in the 41st leg."

What if I win...

As expected, however. Are you vaguely aware of the 41 wards I'm going to reform?

"If you say you're going to have more restaurants, you're just going to rent a room until the end of the competition, aren't you? After that, you're going to go back to your old arms store."

"Imelda. What people like most is 'keeping the status quo'."

"What, Mr. Estella? with a knowing look."

Estella must have done everything she could to improve the 42 wards. It must have been a bitter experience because it had not been improved.

As Estella says, people like to maintain the status quo. It's a strange creature who is eager to "improve" but adamant about maintaining the status quo.

When daily life changes, people explode their frustration with anxiety and resistance to outside their familiar environment. There are some people who object out of spite.

But if you actually change it, if things change, and a little time goes by... you adapt to it. Then gradually they begin to feel good about the reform and, accustomed to it, they continue to maintain the status quo.

In other words, the people of the 41 wards are stuck in the status quo. If you forcibly destroy it and open a store on the main street for outside customers, the main street will be crowded with people."

Estella says with a certain certainty.

"If you make the situation seem more obvious to everyone that it's going to work, you'll have more power to maintain the status quo than to restore it."

Just as Japan used to be modernized all at once. Culture accepted as good expands rapidly.

Well, in the case of the 41st leg, it feels more like optimization than modernization.

"... certainly, there is no town where you can't eat unless you get to the third stinky road."

The previous inspection must have been quite painful. Imelda's face is very distorted.

The mangoes were delicious, so I'd like to go eat them again, but I don't want to go to that third. There must be quite a few people like that.

if we succeed in attracting such people If we could share the appeal of the 41 wards with more people...

"If the high street functions well, 41 wards will be more economically rich than they are now. If that happens, Ricardo's idiots won't be jealous of our profits, either, of tax revenues."

In short, poverty is to blame.

The people in the 40th district don't complain if the 42nd district is floating on the cake. It's because they have it in their districts. And no matter how exciting the 42 wards are, we can still afford to be above ourselves.

But that's not the case in the 41st leg.

The 42 wards are now more exciting than the 42 wards, in addition to becoming the poorest wards. feel impatient, irritated, and jealous

That's why the idea of "taking profits from the 42 wards" comes into being.

"After the gates are built in the Forty-two wards, I hope that the neighborhood of the main streets of the Forty-first wards will become a post town for the people who use them." There are many fields in the Forty-Second Ward, and there are very few inns, aren't there?"

"The number of outside customers coming to the Forty-second Ward is about double digits a year."

Moreover, there is not much room for a new inn to build a new inn.

A street gate will attract a lot of people will come and go. An inn and a restaurant are indispensable.

"I'll give them all to the 41st leg."

"It's a waste of time!" I'd pack the quarters into the forty-two wards at anyhow."

Assund shrugs as if he doesn't understand.

"Our lord is not the type to evict or seize land from his people. I'm on the status quo."

"... I'm sorry. That's right."

In contrast to Ricardo, who is devoted to hunting guilds and tries to maintain the city in the presence of hunting guilds, Estella tries to save the entire population equally.

Within the 42 wards, it is difficult to make the bold reforms that Ricardo is trying to make. The only thing I can do is to make effective use of the surplus land.

So I've already done it.

"If customers come to the Forty-First Ward and make a profit, no matter how hard a fool Ricardo is, he will realize the benefit. I won't try to make a mistake at the gate of our town."

If that's the case, I hope you'll have a great time.

If the inn town is nearby, it will be easier to attract customers from outside, and if the road up to 40 wards is improved, transportation will be easier. Benefits are also great for hunting guilds and loggers.With that understanding, no one will complain about the 42 wards. Now we can build it confidently.

After all, the root cause of this uproar was 'somehow I don't like it.' I don't like it because I feel inferior. It's because they seem to be superior to us, and envy is born.

If you get rid of that envy, you'll have no one to complain about.

"Then, for my benefit... 'By the way,'"I'll make you forty-one wards, too."

As I said that, all the people in the car looked into my face.

...what's the matter? What are you smirking at, boys?

"Yasilo, of course..."

"Yes, yes."

Estella and Assent smile like crazy.

...don't look at me, it's disgusting.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's the first time I've seen it."

Use gasps at the exposure of her stupid face.

Where and what kind of rumor is going on?

"Mr. Jiro has a deep pocket, doesn't he?" He's a viper, as you might expect."

For some reason, Imelda is proudly proud. If you stick it out like that, you'll get into trouble.

"...you're being targeted, Imelda,"

"Oh! . . . . . Mr. Jiro,"

an imelda that holds one's chest and dye one's cheeks lightly But what, what's that strangely s*xy eye? I don't mean it.

"You're great...Are you going to conquer the Woodman's Guild after the Hunting Guild?"

"Hey, Usse," Who won the Hunting Guild and when?"

Strange, I don't have that kind of data left in my memory.

"Well, it can't be helped in this situation," It's the only breast in the car anyway."

"Not the only one, Imelda?"

Estella wraps her arm around Imelda's neck and approaches her with a big angry smile.

What a jerky lily... I don't think it's going to be in demand.

"But, Mr. Jiro,"

Assunt looks serious in a horse-drawn carriage.

"I understand the plan to give economic benefits and eliminate friction with neighboring districts, but what about the actual big eateries? Well, if there is only a big eatery, the economy will move and we may be able to get people to agree to the establishment of the city gate through discussions..."

"What are you saying?" Of course I'm going to win."

We may certainly be able to persuade them, but that will slow down the installation of the street gates.

It would be a good idea to win a clean game here and build it up quickly.

"Perhaps there are some other wards that are proud of their gluttony. There may be some kind of bakery in it."

Both Demily and Ricardo remained relaxed when they heard it was a big eater.

Do you have any idea? To brag about the gluttony in your territory.

The evidence was that there was some impatience on both sides when it came to team warfare.

It's meaningless if one person wins but all the others lose.

The impatience must have come out on his face.

If you're a buccaneer, you'll find it in our house.

And neither of us.

"We have Bertina and Magda. That's two wins."

"I see. They can do it!"

Estella leans forward excitedly, and the reaction pushes Imelda off lightly and her breasts shake. the only breast in the car

"If we avoid Medra and put them in, we will have an advantage with two wins and one loss."

All we have to do is find one more decent guy to eat.

In the worst case scenario, there's a trump card to save.

"Well, it's not easy for us to win."

"Yes, it is,"

"In proportion to the chest of the ward's representatives,"

"Mr. Oji and Ricardo's breasts are harder than mine!"

Estella grabs Imelda by the shoulder and shakes her with all her might.

Only Imelda's breasts are shaking. Imelda's breast only!

"Are you two so great?"

Assund makes a surprising remark.

What, you don't know? Their unusual appetite...

"All right! Let's demonstrate gluttony to explain to the people of the domain. Assunt, please prepare the rice. I'll show you something nice."

"Well... well, I'll have that ready, I'll take care of it."

"...wow..."

"... what?"

"My condolences..."

"...that such a mature-looking sister and such a little girl could eat so much."

Assundo didn't seem to notice Estella's heavy breathing, Usse's unassuming murmur and Imelda's condolences.

"But, Jillo," We can't win with two wins, either."

As Estella said, we have to find someone who can win another game.

I know... but my ability is unknown.

"Then, don't worry!"

Imelda stretches out her chest, thumping her chest... and hitting her breasts. ...Pop~

No... the breast density in the car is so thin that I can't help but concentrate on Imelda...

"And you don't have to worry about anything, Imelda?"

"I eat well even though I look like this!"

I don't have that image, but...

"Just the other day, I tried a large serving of grilled salmon set meal with rice, and I ate it all up! I just got applause from the manager!"

"Imelda, the exit is right there, but be careful jumping off.""Why are you trying to get rid of him? He's so cooperative!"

What's the big serving of rice?

Well, I'll eat it up with Loretta!"

It's also a 'normal' Loretta!

In other words, it's 'normal'!

"Well, you know what it is,"

"Who is it?"

"I don't know my ability yet... I just have a date and I'll test my ability."

".........dating?"

Estella's eyes sharpen.

...what's the matter? I don't mind. It's kind of like a thank you.

"Mr. Yashiro, I don't think so..."

As might be expected of Imelda, who was present there, would understand?

"...waxi, you know?"

"It's Delia!"

I'll tell you, I haven't made an appointment with you!? Because the contract won't be terminated on a one-sided demand!?

"Do you eat Delia that much?"

"Only sweets,"

Delia, who loves sweets, eats a lot when she narrows her genre to sweets.

"But I eat a little more than others..."

"What kind of guy do you think is chosen to be proud of his gluttony?"

"I suppose he's a big muscular man like Medra or Mr. Javier?"

You categorized Medra as a big man. ...is the brain complaining that it is it?

"And how much do you think such a muscular man eats sweet cake?"

"Now that you mention it, men don't really like sweets, do they?"

Estella's gaze turns to Usse and Assault.

Usse and Assund frowned plainly.

"I prefer meat," Sweet things don't go well with wine."

"I don't like sweets, either. My jaws get itchy... Well, I sometimes go out to eat because my wife loves it...

"Why do you suddenly declare that you love your daughter-in-law?"

"Chichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichich

Wow, Assunt's face is red and embarrassed~ Ki~ Mo~

"But would it be so convenient to have sweets?"

"If we finish last after winning two games, we can decide what to serve in the next competition, so we can serve the cake there. That's right, Jillo."

As expected of Estella. I notice the 42 wards must win method that I have trained in the seemingly equal rules.

With this rule, if you give up one win, you'll be sure to win back one win. If only we had the right people.

"But it's hard when you lose a lot. Wouldn't it be possible to be a double-edged sword?"

I understand Assault's concern.

In other words, it's hard to use this rule because you have to throw away a game for a win.

"Well, it's all right. We don't have to go out of our way to prepare it."

"Why?"

You know, "It's" said it, right?

"What are the specialties of the Forty Ward?"

"Oh!"

That's where Estella seems to have noticed.

Yes. Pompeo used to kidnap the perpetrator of the harassment in the Forty-second Ward, identifying him as Pompeo, the owner chef of a luxury coffee shop in the Forty-second Ward. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "When it comes to the specialty of Forty Ward, the name of the luxury cake is first mentioned."

"If you put Delia in the first turn of cooking in Forty-gu."

"You can win without any conditions!"

There are up to six rounds, but I don't know how many times I can cook.

Maybe the same ward will continue to lose and take charge of all the cooking.

The tripartite talks emphasized the economic flow, the new customers, and the connection after the convention ties.

Every ward should bring the ultimate luxury, "This is it!" in one item. A product of great publicity.

"Did you make such a rule in anticipation?"

"Well,"

From the time we went to the 41st leg and decided to drag ourselves into a big tournament to end this dispute, we had been thinking about how to make sure we could win the championship.

To do this, we had to 'move them to provide' what we were best at.

That's why I gave them a lot of roundabout explanations about the economy and new customers.

They looked only at their own interests and wouldn't see how much the other person's interests were.

Behind Demily's ten, I'll earn a hundred.

They don't know that there's such a way.

In the process of making money for others, you gain the most.

For example, let me measure your breasts because I'm going to make a bra that fits perfectly into the breast-strapped Jeanette.

Jeanette can control her raging breasts, and I can look every inch of her raw milk.........I think I'll try it!?

"Yes, Jeanette! I'll make you a bra because I want to check the raw milk carefully!"

...No! No! No! No! It's the other way around! ...No! If you deal with Jeanette, you won't be able to show your true colors...

"Well... I could be myself in front of Estella."

"What!? What, all of a sudden!? ... and `Do you feel so comfortable with me?'

Ah! I can stay calm.

I wonder if that's the case. Shaking has a disturbing effect. There's a devil in the breast, I'm sure. ...I hope so. I moved too~

"I want to win three victories like that, but I'm going to let one more participate just in case.""Another one? I can't really think of anything next time..."

an estella that folds arms and twists one's neck

"Don't take it so seriously. He's a stupid fellow."

"Stupid? ...all I can think of is palmro..."

"Hey,"

How could I be the first to float in such a stupid 42 wards?

"If I am forced to fight against my expectations, and it is time for me to go crazy... ...take Magda hostage!"

"What!"

"and I'll let Umaro play, and declare, 'If you lose, I'll run over Magda's embarrassment!'"

"I'll win! Umaro will win, that's the situation!"

"It's a stupid solution!"

"Yes, very stupid, but very persuasive, Jillo!"

Usse and Assent look at me and Estella with cold eyes.

"Well... I wonder if I can leave it to you, the Forty-two wards."

"Well... no one but Mr. Jiro can save this city... and let's say we can do our best behind the scenes."

"...don't trouble yourself if you're a fool."

"Well, that's aegyo,"

They're going to sneak away from me and talk to me over there.

Hey, there's no demand for rose images of Ossan and pigs anywhere.

"Anyway, let's gather all the people and explain about the competition."

"Well, this time all the 42 wards will come together to win!"

"It's getting more important,"

"But I'm grateful that the town will be lively, as a merchant,"

"If the street gate is built, we will be saved, too. Do your best and win."

The minds of those present converge toward one goal.

"That's why I'd like to have a big eatery demonstration, Assunt!"

"I'm looking forward to it, Assent!"

"Sometimes despair is the essence of making life fun, Mr. Assault,"

"...don't die, Assunt,"

"What is it? This disturbing atmosphere? Did I ever make an outrageous promise?"

Assund realized the seriousness of the incident when a demonstration was held at a briefing session to the people of the territory, in which a one-on-one battle between Bertina and Magda (with a correction to Red Moya) began.

One of the century's most violent battles ended with more than a dozen wounded and starved food. The two buffoons beat Assund...

Huh? Injured? They got heartburns watching the confrontation between the two.

One of them is me, no matter what. It was one afternoon when I realized that common sense didn't work for them.