The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

"Never mind,"

That's what Regina said when she regained her composure.

"It's OK to go, I'm scared to go back... No, I'm doing 'I can't go back, I'm scared.'"

"I don't know... you're a fool, are you?"

"Who said, "A fool's daughter is cute?"

It was taken very positively. Well, this guy is a positive paranoia.

We found Regina... or Regina caught us and forced us to reschedule.

She held on to her like a young daughter who found her separated mother, complained and soothed Regina, who cried, and said, "Let's just calm down somewhere and have something to drink... at Regina's expense."

As soon as we got out to the main street, we found a nice parlour and rushed into the store, where we were drinking fresh juice in a corner of the open terrace under the best conditions of warm sunshine and cool wind. There was no coffee or tea, only wine or juice.

The atmosphere is like a coffee shop, but it's like a bar.

"It's a nice place,"

"The streets are beautiful, so you just have to put a table outside."

Perhaps not interested in Regina's story, Jeanette and Estella's eyes glistened at the so-called "painting" atmosphere of Parlour's appearance and bustling high streets.

The neighborhood of the lord's residence had the impression that it was an orderly and beautiful town, but the main street was in a good way mixed up, confused and bustling.

Looking down the street from the open terrace, the billboards and modest flower beds add color to the bustle of the main street.

be reminiscent of the streets of Paris in old movies It has an old‐fashioned air and elegance.

It's like Petit Champs-Elysees.

"... but that's the case,"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't hear it."

"Hey!? Come on! Come on! Come on, come on, come on! You've spoken like crazy!'

Apparently Regina was talking on her own while I was conscious of the atmosphere of the high street. I didn't hear anything.

"And why are you in the Thirty-Fifth Ward?"

"And then!? I'm sorry... I'll listen carefully next time!"

Drink up the carrot juice and Regina takes a cough.

...but that carrot juice.........

"Actually..."

"It's very thick, that juice,"

"Listen, talk about people!"

"I think it's going on.

"It's definitely bad! I think it's just because I want to soak in 'I'm drinking this... I'm a wonderful guy.' But now it's time to listen to our stories!"

"Oh, but. This might be good when I and this horse get hungry."

"Who's a hungry horse!? What do you want me to do with you!? I don't care!"

"You're fine,"

"Whose fault!"

If you ask me whose fault it is... maybe it's because of Estella, who's interrupting the horse that doesn't the way?

"Apologize, Estella,"

"Why me!"

"Because I've been looking at Regina's milk a little while ago."

"What!? I didn't see that much!"

"Are you looking at it for a moment!? What are you doing? Have you been infected yet?"

Hey, what does "infection" mean, Kora?

"I mean, 'cause it's really 'touching upward'..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Once again, I realized the greatness of Jiro..."

"Oh my gosh~ That's weird~? I don't think they're complimenting me.

"Well, Mr. Jiro. I don't think he's complimenting me..."

Estella's words, including rude nuances, start to bend my belly button a little.

Jeanette spoke to me as if she cared. . . . .Well, I know that. It's because I know it that my navel bends.

`Well... as soon as we meet, we talk about breast milk... ...the forty-second leg is almost over.'

Regina, who is one of the most terminally ill patients in the 42 wards, is heartbroken.

Don't get irritated when he tells you.

I mean, why are you looking at me with such pity? It's Estella talking about breast milk.

"Thirty-five wards of the port city -- forty wards of the Woodman, forty wards of the Hunting -- and forty-two wards of the Bowl."

"Will you stop manipulating that impression, Regina?"

"No, wait, Estella!"

"None!"

a little repulsive to one's

I bent my navel just because I'm a minority.

Don't bend your belly button when you're old! You're so childish!

"And, you know, Regina,"

Jeanette turns her eyes to Regina, caressing and appeasing the troubled Estella on the shoulder.

In the meantime, Theron and Wendy were scattering the air of carab around them, saying, "This juice tastes good, doesn't it?" and "Do you want a sip of this one?" Yeah, they're ignored! Stay out of sight, disgusting!

I turn my attention to Jeanette's story.

"What is the "fire-powder" that you mentioned earlier?"

"Oh, that one? Do you want to see it or not? Wait a minute.

Regina proudly begins to hunt her bag, perhaps happy to hear the news.

"What's "fire powder"?

"Didn't you want to ask Hongma? I did the main part of the story!"

Regina peels at me, but I can't help what I haven't heard.

It would be the manner of an adult to give up and explain again.

"Oh... Homma... I don't think so."Regina shakes her head with a ostentatious sigh.

"Well, yes," I'll talk again."

Take a small cloth bag out of your bag and put it on the table. It feels like there's some powder in it. Like this, I feel like I'm being pulled by gravity.

"I don't want to go this far, because I'm afraid I'm not. Well, my favorite peddler... oh, this is an outside merchant and a merchant of a different organization from the peddler's guild... anyhow, he became the peddler and said, 'If you come to pick it up to the Thirty-Fifth Ward, I'll give you the spark.'"

"That's why you came all the way to get it? You're a recluse."

"You know! There are quite a few traders who say that the ship stops in the thirty-fifth leg, and that when we get there, we can carry it."

"If you go from there to Chuo Ward, do your business, and go straight back by boat, it will not be a detour to go to the Forty-second Ward, but a perfect way out."

"Seya-nen! Seya-nen! What do you want from Homma, even if you push yourself a little too hard to get it here?"

Then I can't say to him that we should live in the thirty-five wards.

If you leave Regina in such a lively district, it will surely melt away in about three days. If there's bioenergy or anything like that, this city and Regina must have the opposite properties.

I don't think so. It's like a beech tree doesn't grow on a beach in the south.

Well, if you don't... it's like a long-time solitary Ossan who inadvertently wanders into a lighted up dating spot on Christmas Eve, his gas life will be cut off. The damage rate is so high that the swamp of poison seems to be a luxury resort.

Regina is the kind of creature that holds her knees and talks to dust in a more damp place, and that establishes the existence of Regina for the first time.

"Pity for you,"

"What's wrong with you, out of the bushes?"

"But it's a great deal to get here,"

"If you do it normally, turn right at the carriage-stand..."

Regina looks a little embarrassed, muddled. At the end of his gaze is a small cloth bag on the table.

"In short, I was so excited that I was able to get over it because I wanted a spark, but on my way back, I was at a loss."

"Well, to put it bluntly,"

Regina scratching her head like a hoax.

Shortly afterwards, Regina stood up, leaned forward, took me by the hand, and held me tight. with a serious expression that exuded desperation

"I beg you," Take me home...!"

"You... what were you going to do if you didn't see us?"

"Probably dead,"

What's the shitty lightness of the early days of the Fami-Con?

There will be a limit to [to] the recklessness.

`To be honest, when I saw their faces, I usually thanked the Spirit, which I don't believe very much,'

"...don't you believe me?"

"We're foreigners, are you?"

"Well, yes,"

`But from this day on, I believe the Spirit God Metcha, I believe super, I believe in things!'

`...maybe, but I don't think it's "Spiritual God" like that,'

I'm going to believe everything.

"Was it the kind of thing you wanted to get after that, the sparks?"

A half-dumb-faced Estella asks a question to Regina, who holds my hand in her hands and sends a look of envy to God from a devout believer.

I mean, I can't help but wonder what's inside the spark.

Actually, I'm interested in what it is like.

'cause it's 'fire dust'

It's just red powder, and when I opened the lid, it was powdered chili peppers... I just hope there's no punch line.

"Are you curious or not? Well, I'll just show you a little bit on 'Toku Be Tsu'."

"Oh......you might not have asked."

Estella frowns at the sight of Regina's "I've been waiting!" face.

Regina seemed eager to show off the sparks she had worked hard to get.

Well, anyway. It's something Regina wants, so I guess it's something she can't afford.

"Oh, there's only one thing I need to keep in mind before I show you."

I put my finger on the string that holds the mouth of my little bag, and Regina looks around us gravely.

It's a professional look when we talk about how to handle of drugs. You'll regret this if you don't listen seriously.

"Be careful, boys,"

Having said that, Regina untied the string of a small cloth bag.

"Explanation, isn't it?"

"Oh, Mr. Regina," What should we be careful of?!?"

"Well, you'll find out if you look at it."

"And before you see it, tell me what to watch out for!"

"Look at this red powder. It's like a fire powder."

"Listen, man!"

There's no good man who doesn't listen to others.

When someone is talking, you should stop thinking and concentrate on what you're talking about! It's no exaggeration to say that someone who can say "I didn't listen" is missing something important in his head!

"It's a pretty red color.

"It's very small, isn't it?" But... I don't think it's very dry?"

Jeanette and Estella peeping into the cloth bag that Regina opened.

Don't look into Regina's words, "Be careful."

In contrast to the two leaning forward on both sides of me, I pulled back my chair and walked half a step.

From a distance, it looks like powder beads.

Put it in a bag and squeeze it. Maybe I'll try it next time.

"Look at that'said he.

Jeanette, Estella, and Theron and Wendy all stood staring at Regina.

"It's kind of exciting,"

Jeanette standing next to me says such a thing.

Well, I'm not really excited, but... well, I wonder if you're interested.

Regina looked at them all once and then took a small spark out of the bag.

Put a little spark on your index finger and show it to us, as if you're nibbling at sugar.

Regina's white forefinger, as white as enokidake, is dyed red only at the tip.

"If you rub it under pressure like this...."

Regina joins her thumb and forefinger in a somewhat pompous slow motion. You move your fingers like a pick of sparks... and you do that.

Oh my gosh!

Suddenly a flame rose from Regina's fingertips.

The momentum was so tremendous that I almost fell out of my chair with my body bent back.The reason why I didn't fall down was because Jeanette and Estella, who were equally surprised by the sudden fire, clung to me from both sides.

feel a plump elasticity in one's right elbow

On my left elbow.........what? What...what?

"It's discrimination... discrimination on the left elbow..."The gap between my right elbow and me is terrible...!"

"Oh, it's noisy!? Your right elbow is just being treated well, isn't it?"

"Right elbow?"

Estella's remark made me realize Jeanette was 'hit' and I jumped out in a hurry.

Ah... following my left elbow, my right elbow goes smoothly...

"Both the left and right sides are smooth..."

"...I haven't jumped back yet?"

Whether Estella is there or not, there is no difference in the reality that she is a skunker.

It's sad...

"They...how much do you like them to talk about their breasts even though they are showing off their amusing things?"

"Yasilo is the only one who likes breast milk!"

"...'Welcome! To the Forty-second Ward,'

"You're not going to adopt such a catchphrase!"

Estella dismisses my nice catch copy easily.

I think the number of tourists will increase.

"But it's a dangerous object, that "fire-powder" is,"

It burned up violently with just a little pressure.

Regina's hand is full of tiny bags of 'fire powder' ... even if it's small, it's powder, so there's probably quite a bit of it. About 500 grams...

If it burns up all at once... with just a touch on your fingertips... ...the city could be wiped out.

"Are you going to make weapons of mass destruction?"

"f*ck me! I don't want to make it. It's so dangerous." This spark looks flashy, but has no firepower at all."

"Is that so?"

"Well, the temperature is as high as tens of degrees... as a futon when you wake up."

"Wow, it's so nice and warm."

Estella is relieved to hear that there is no danger, and Jeanette smiles merrily.

a flamboyant flame I guess it's a kind of flaming place.

"Then you can't burn anything with the fire?"

"No, not so much," If it burns easily, it'll catch fire, and if you take the wrong amount, it'll burn."

Isn't it dangerous after all?

"What are you going to use it for?"

"I don't like this, if I just mix it with the medicine... ...as soon as I took it, the flame would come out of my mouth, 'Dumb!'"

"What are you going to do to make me do you think?

"People around you would be surprised to hear, 'What?! Was it hard?'"

"So what are you going to do to make me do?"

It's stupid. It was stupid, after all.

Did you go out of your way because of such a joke?

If you don't do well, you might lose your life in this city.

"Well, we've got something to do, so let's get going." Oh, Regina. Thank you for the meal."

"Wait! At Akan!? You're not going to leave me!? Are you taking me home to see you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry... our carriage is eight-seater..."

"You can't ride it!? You can't ride it!? You still have enough seats even if you put in a punchline!"

Regina is somehow doing well today.

That's how desperate you must be.

"Mr. Jiro,"

Gently, Jeanette peeps into my face.

and--

"... you see?"

Send such a short sound to me.

...what's the matter? Are you trying to control me with just one word like that?

That's why you're trying to manipulate me at will, isn't it? You've got enough naive ideas.

Come on...

"...just this once,"

"Yes,"

d*mn... I'm afraid I'm getting out of pace.

I think we need to take measures so that we won't be careful. It's not my weak point, it's not my weak point.

That's it

It's not just because Jeanette told me.

If it's in my interest, I'll be willing to help others.

if paid for there Or if there's something comparable.

"Regina, if you will spare me a little of that powder, I will carry you to the Forty-second leg."

"Well... but I don't think you can replace your back with your belly... I don't mind." I'll split it up a little. If it's gone, I'll order it again."

"All right. The deal is over."

Then I shake hands with Regina.

Is it a spark?

If used well, it could be used to direct something for the wedding.