The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

Coffee beans are a specialty of the twenty‐seven wards.

I used to misunderstand that there was no coffee in this city, but later I was told that it was actually somewhere.

These twenty‐seven wards were called "somewhere."

Javier lent us a carriage, and we arrived in the 27th leg well ahead of schedule.

I meet my lord at noon. We still have about an hour to spare.

That's why we visited a coffee shop in the twenty-seven wards.

I wanted to try some real coffee. There's a tax exemption certificate, and it's safe to be forced on extra beans every time you enter the store. There's nothing to fear.

There must be an extraordinary passion for coffee when it comes to a famous coffee producing area.

I'm looking forward to it.

--as I had thought.

"Buff!"

`Wow!'

"...it tastes like gravel..."

"Oh, Jiro. It's dirty."

As soon as I put it in my mouth, the smell of mud and unpleasant texture spread all over my mouth, and I couldn't help but spit it out.

There are obviously a lot of beans. In addition, the roasting is uneven, smells like burning, and the raw beans are fully roasted.

Miscellaneous coffee is equivalent to muddy water.

"...you're not cross-legged just because it's a famous place of production."

"Perhaps it's the result of trying to use up all the coffee beans left over."

"Simply because of the large number of coffee beans, maybe it's just that they're being treated poorly."

Estella and Natalia make such an inference, wiping my coffee.

"Here, wipe your mouth with this."

As you say that, Estella will give you a cloth.

What a pity! If you had given me this before I wiped the table, your stock would have gone up.

"It's coffee beans even in the tea receptacle."

said Natalia, nipping at the coffee beans on the platter.

It's sufficiently roasted and coated sweetly with honey.

...but it's bitter if you eat it's bitter to eat.

"It's bitter, but they don't accept bitter tea."

Well, I'm drinking coffee, so I'm not sure if there's a 'tea receiver' right.

"...let's get out now,"

Beans will come out no matter what you ask for.

There's no point in staying at this coffee shop when the coffee tastes bad.

Apart from the 42 wards, there is no coffee jelly or iced coffee.

Then I would like you to put at least a lot of effort into blending. If the real place is this quality, it won't spread to other districts.

I was given boxed coffee beans as I left the shop.

I'll take it home for Loretta's practice. Loretta makes much better coffee than the master of this restaurant.

Jeanette isn't even on the ring to be compared to. Had Jeanette been in this city, coffee would have risen somewhat.

"Did Jeanette's grandfather ever come from the twenty-seven wards?"

That's what I thought as I got into the carriage.

"Well, I don't know," I haven't heard much about your grandfather either."

Estella was probably still a child when her grandfather was alive.

I suppose you weren't interested in the origins of your people. Playing is like everything in life, kid.

"It can't be helped," I think I was still young at that time."

"Well, it was when Mr. Estella was still a little girl."

"Jillo, Natalia," Why are they talking with their hearts pressed? What was small was age?"

a crisp Estella in a carriage

Oh, I can't believe I'm angry about this... a little boy. flabbergastedly

"Will you stop patting your chest silently while looking over here!"

I was glared at and had no choice but to turn in the direction of progress.

I saw Natalia sitting opposite me. ...and before I knew it, I had three bouquets.

The Natalia fever seems to be alive in the twenty-seventh leg.

However, he doesn't look very happy and looks troubled.

Since he is not the type of person to come forward, he must be confused.

Not many people are used to being liked by strangers.

"Ah... I'm the only one left with Mr. Estella... I'm in trouble."

"Don't be noisy. It's just now, boom."

I'll never forget to say such unnecessary words as….

And yet, it seems to contain a lot of embarrassment that comes from embarrassment.

Is that so? Is it embarrassing? Natalia.

"Natalia is so popular."

"... well, well," I see."

When I attacked him, he paused for a moment and glared at me with hatred.

"Why don't you give him a bouquet of flowers?"

"You can't invest in something that doesn't have a return,"

"There may be a big return,"

The return I get from giving you a bouquet of flowers is a little too heavy for me.

However, I don't know how Estella looks a little happy because Natalia has a subtle expression on her face.

Get along with me, you guys.

"Then I'll send you a bouquet of flowers instead,"

"No, thank you. I think it's going to be contagious."

"It's not contagious!"

Oh, it's already following the board. You can go on a tour of each district with your own joke. Bring in some foreign currency, lord and head waiter.

"I have instructed the coachman to go to the house as slowly as possible."

I still have plenty of time to spare because I couldn't kill time in the coffee shop.

That's why I'm trying to make some time here.

...because that coffee shop was uncomfortable.

"By the way, do you have any information about the lord of this ward?"It's fundamental to get information before you meet.

Even if you don't know much about it, there will be some rumors in your capacity as a feudal lord.

"It's just information about rumors."

Estella says with a cloud on her face, forewording.

"It seems that the lord here is ridiculed by some nobles as "spasmodic princess.""

"'The Spasmodic Princess'......'?"

When we were called upon by the lords of the twenty-ninth district, we looked at the lords of the twenty-seven districts once.

At that time I had the impression of calmness and quietness, but... "The Spasmodic Princess."

"Are you so hysterical?"

"Rumor has it,"

It's hard to negotiate with irritants...

It's easy to coax them into saying "Yes," but they often get angry afterwards, saying "No, no!"

Since there is a "judgment of the spirit," it may not be possible to say that there is no such thing as "there is no such thing," but in any case, it seems to me that it can only be a bad bargain.

"Isn't there a decent lord?"

"Jillo, look next to you."

"...the window,"

"It's the other way around. Look this way!"

"...the wall,"

"Who's the wall!? There's a decent lord by your side!? Look, look closer!"

Estella is the lord of the domain, but I'd like to hold back whether it's decent or not. ... for he keeps pointing his knife at people. Well, I'm the only one who's being directed.

a troublesome lordess called the Spasmodic Princess

He went out of his way to invite Estella to lunch.

It seems that there was an extra note saying, "Please be with us, too."……I can't help but feel that there's something wrong with it.

Are you planning something by incorporating Estella... or is that even under the direction of BU?

"She's a newcomer, and she's a woman." I can't help but feel like I'm just trying to put on airs of dignity."

When the lord is licked, he is done.

With that in mind, Estella wore masculine clothes and called herself "Boku."

I don't seem to care much these days.

I wouldn't be surprised if the lord of the twenty-seven wards did not want to lose to a man.

If you have an aura like Lucia, you can do it equally with anyone regardless of gender, but I don't think there are many women wearing such an aura. I mean, I don't want you to be there. That's terrible.

At that level... like Marul, the lord's sister, Shiraja, the symbol of the 35th leg of the insect race, and Medra, who has a hunting guild in one arm.

Oh, and Bertina wears a similar aura.

None of them are easy to deal with.

Thinking of that, the coach stopped slowly as it began to turn backwards, thinking that irritants might be cute.

They seem to have arrived at the lord's house.

It's too early for the appointed time.

"What should I do? If I get there early, I'll hear one of the things I want to do again, right?"

"But I can't keep such a big carriage in front of the house."

Despite her somewhat somber expression, Estella raises her eyebrows sharply into a diplomatic mode.

As Estella starts to move, Natalia is also in head-to-head mode, opening the carriage door quickly.

It's to get off first and help Estella get off.

though…

"I've been waiting for you, Mr. Claremona and his companions."

I opened the carriage door and found a girl standing there.

bow deeply and straighten one's head up to us

Staring here in a quiet manner, the little girl had a slightly strained smile on her face.

The girl, dressed in a somewhat unreliable atmosphere, looked about my age.

Are you a new waiter?

"Thank you for welcoming me. Let me express my gratitude on behalf of everyone."

Estella says, and Natalia gets out of the carriage in silence.

The waiter to meet me opens the room and lands in the empty space in the order of me and Estella.

Natalia will give you light support when you get off. By doing so, we clearly know who the top people are.

I'm higher than the supporting Natalia, and Estella, the last one to get off, is the highest.

Well, it's a troublesome rule, but we've got to get this right.

When we got off, the waiter bowed deeply again.

"Nice to meet you, sir," My name is Nene Granata, and I am the head waiter serving Mr. Tracey McCurry, the lord of the twenty-seven wards."

Is this the head waiter?

I was speechless without thinking.

All the chief waiters I've seen so far are like the aura that's seeped into my body... ...this girl named Nene is nothing to rely on compared to them.

"Were you surprised? Well, you know, someone like me is in charge of the head waiter... that could hurt Tracy's name..."

Surprise must have been plain on his face. Nene looked down, tears dimly in her eyes, and spoke fast as if to excuse herself.

No, you don't have to be so obsequious."

"Please call me a "boro-zakin"."

"You're too obsequious, aren't you?

As expected, I got stuck.

Where in the world is there a guy who calls the lord's chief waiter a rag?

"By the way, Mr. Borozakin"

"Don't call me!"

No, I thought you'd call me Natalia!

Look, Nene, who never expected to be called out, must have been shocked. You're the type who can't make sense of jokes, obviously. Choose a partner if you want to spew poison.

"I understand that you have invited me, if only formally."

"Well, yes! I've invited you to have lunch with me."

"And if so, I'd like to expect the least hospitality."

"Of course! We welcome you."

"Then be more proud of yourself,"

"...what?"

Natalia says to Nene, in a beautiful sculpture-like, straight posture that knows nothing about disorder.

Lift up your arms and point to Nene's chest.

"Beautiful posture, proudly proud, and show us around Estella. You should be able to do it. That's right, Master Servant."

「…………」Nene keeps her eyes and mouth round.

Natalia's words were harsh, but they taught Nene what was missing. As the same head waiter, he might have wanted to encourage this unreliable nene.

Natalia's words turn her cheeks red.

The expression, which had been frozen with surprise, slowly melts away and smiles as if it were a flower that blooms after melting snow.

"...Yes! Let me show you."

Agree wide, straighten your back with confidence, and stretch your chest wide.

......chuck! Is it B?

"It's the smallest breast in the history of the head waiter,"

"What!"

Bend your back again to hide your tight chest. cover one's chest as if holding oneself in one's arms

"Yasilo... ...will you stop s*xually harassing other heads of staff? I'll take full responsibility if it develops into a diplomatic issue."

"I'm sorry. I've become an honest man because of the Spirit's Judgment."

"You can't tell a lie, but you don't have to say what you think!"

"But it's bigger than you,"

"You're telling me not to say anything unnecessary!"

Estella stands by the head waiter of the 27 wards.

This may be an opportunity to build a friendly relationship between the 42nd and the 27th wards.

Oh! I'm very useful.

"I'm sorry. I don't care what he says."

"Oh, no, oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry to show you something poor!"

"...yeah. It hurts my heart for some reason, and I wonder if you'll do that."

`I'm sorry for all this outpouring!'

"Don't... I'll cry."

a denunciation of B in the presence

It may be the moment when a major diplomatic gap has formed.

"Mr. Nene,"

Natalia stands in front of Estella holding her chest and confronts Nene.

Will he say a word to Nene to ease his lord's suffering?

"It's interesting!"

"Get back, Natalia!"

... well, that's no joke. in Natalia alone

So we were led to the house where Estella had been unnecessarily damaged, although it was already a long way off oblivion as to what had caused it.

The carriage was politely carried to the stable under Nene's direction.

This feeling is similar to that of going to 35 wards.

Is it safe to assume that we are welcomed?

But there is no reason to be welcomed.

Walk through a large, solid door and down a long corridor.

The high ceiling and the thick pillars supporting it were so overwhelming that I couldn't help but look up.

The white walls and red carpets are strikingly visible and different from the outer perimeter.

... well, there must be some places where you're forcing yourself to make it gorgeous. Because it's a 'BU' who doesn't like to lose.

"Estera, rebuild your house as gorgeous as this."

"I'm not comfortable with this house..."

I guess he's ingrained in poverty is ingrained in his poverty.

Estella is sure to sit in the corner even if the room gets bigger. They probably start living in the corner by saying, "The corner calms down~"

"Living in a house like this may be one of my talents,"

"Maybe so,"

Estella smiles bitterly at my joke.

Indeed, I don't want to live in such a big house. I can't calm down at all.

A house should be a peaceful place where you can feel relieved when you say, "Oh, I'm back."

"There are a lot of waiters."

While Estella and I were all distracted by the extravagance of the house, Natalia was the only one who was conscious of something else.

The number of waiters. There are waiters everywhere along the long corridor, and they bow their heads every time we pass.

But does that mean there are so many?

"The corridor of this size is kept clean. It's proof that they've got enough people to clean up."

"Oh, I see,"

Even if you're not here now, the head waiter will know how many people are needed and maintained to a satisfactory level.

"But I can't deny the possibility that you're pushing yourself too hard to show off."

gather people and clean up only when someone is invited That's a possibility.

...but what? Natalia looks at everything as harshly as I do when I come to people's houses and guess what the other person's economic situation is.

I want the information of my negotiating partner at all costs. There's a difference between 'making money' and 'protecting the dignity of the Lord.'

"Here it is,"

At the end of the corridor you can see a more luxurious and robust door.

The door in front of it is opened and invited in. It was a spacious reception room and a cosy atmosphere where calm furnishings gave you a sense of relaxation.

"The door over there is probably the dining-room, and this is what we call the waiting-room."

Natalia whispered to me.

The hall is over there, and the waiting room is over there. This is what a hotel looks like, isn't it?

Wait for the lord here, don't you think?

"Well, please wait a moment," I'll get it ready soon."

Nene bows his head and turns her heels.

His spine grew taller and his tearful expression softened considerably.

Estella must have been more accessible than she had expected.

The strange tension seems to have eased, and now the dining table is going to be in a relaxed mood.

I thought, looking at Nene's back as she went out.

"Nay! Where have you been!? Didn't you hear my bell?"

I couldn't help but feel the roar of anger all over the building.

"...what's that?"

Estella puts on an uneasy look.That's probably...

"'The Spasmodic Princess'..."

"I suppose so,"

Natalia agrees with my opinion.

This isn't... it's not like a peaceful atmosphere.

Tensions rose all at once, and we looked at each other.

The corridor became noisy before we could even figure out how to feel.

There was a thud of cannon-like door-opening and closing, and a thud of footfalls, like whale sharks in the gymnasium, came to a stop in front of the door.

What's wrong with you? What's going to happen this time?

The strange silence creaks my heart.

I heard someone swallowing their saliva.

The door opens slowly as all three of us hold our breath and stare.

"Welcome to our house--"

Before the door opens, a beautiful woman standing in front of her greets her in a clear voice.

Wearing a glittering dress, she has a mature smile on her neat face.

Is this Tracy McCurry, the lord of the Twenty-seventh Ward? It's true that he was one of the guys in BU.

"Thank you, Estella Claremona, for accepting my invitation. And my friends. I welcome you."

a calm manner, refined voice, and speech

...but there's a lot of wrinkles between my eyebrows.

He's as frowning as a surprise.

You're not welcome at all, are you?

Tracy turns a sharp hunter-like glance at Estella and immediately turns away.

Wow... that's disgusting. Don't you mean to blatantly ignore me?

"Well, let's see..."

Estella's smile becomes stronger at the distinctly produced non-elegant aura.

If you are invited, this is the response.

That's embarrassing, isn't it?

However, as long as you are invited, it is common sense for people to treat you with courtesy.

Estella straightens her back, remakes her smile again, and greets Tracy.

"This time, thank you for inviting me..."

"Ahhhhuh."

How dare you sigh!Oh!?

I cut off Estella's greeting and let out a loud sigh.

Moreover, he folded his arms and turned away.

The arms are stiffened and furrowed deeper than before. He bites his lips so hard that he almost bites them, and he looks so bitter that the word "bitterness" appears.

You don't like talking to Estella that much.

Natalia's breathing changes.

This guy will never forgive his rudeness to Estella. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The Claremona's chief waiter is not so kind as to overlook his blatant rudeness.

...and I feel quite sick, too.

me and Natalia They breathe together.

It is up to the atmosphere of the moment to speak first.

Estella glances at us, perhaps because she guessed what she was thinking.

with an eye as if to say, "Never mind, be quiet."

Estella turns to Tracy with a cheerful smile on her face, expressing her rejection.

"Thank you for inviting me. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Tracey McCurry."

Moments -- the world rang.

...Dock......Dock......

Tracy's eyes open with a "kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk"

Then a trembling hand was carried to Tracy's mouth... then!

"... oops!"

Tracy threw up a lot of blood.

"Huh!"

Estella screams briefly.

But the next moment he ran to Tracey and spoke to her anxiously.

"Are you all right, Mr. Tracey?"

"... well, well... well... well, that'said he.

His red hands slowly moved away from Tracy's mouth.

The red blood that sticks round my mouth... ...is still flowing."

"I feel like I'm going to die because Estella is so pretty."

"…………………………What?"

As Tracy gazed at Estella with both eyes shining brightly, she blushed like a girl in love and called Estella's name affectionately with a feverish sigh.

"Mr. Estella.........Moe"

I could see the cold from Estella's feet to her top.

And even now, the blood that turns Tracy red continues to flow......through her nose......that's nosebleed. This lord, Estella, called him by name and blew his nose.

In short, that's it.

Tracy McCurry, the lord of the Twenty-seventh Ward, loves Estella. morbidly