The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

"Oh, my makeup is on again today."

"Come on, sweetie,"

the earliest and most familiar Forty wards

I was at Percy's sugar factory.

I came here to get some sugar today, after a day of meetings that night. I was running around all day yesterday to inform people, work on details and preparations, but today I'm still busy with my plans. You must finish what you need to do quickly.

"Well, will you get permission and start selling cakes?"

"My dear fellow," Cake is that, isn't it? It's a pretentious shop across the main street..."

I guess you mean the restaurant I went to with Estella before.

"Oh... is it delicious?"

"It doesn't taste bad, but that's not the cake I'm looking for."

"Isn't that the cake you call?"

"Not at all. Well, I'll feed you when I'm done."

"You use sugar, right? How sweet is it? I really don't like sweets."

It's probably because there are a lot of things, a lot of thoughts, and a lot of vomiting. Percy looks as refreshed as if he had fallen, and the old flirtatious atmosphere is back.

However, he is no longer as obsequious as before.

`I like sugar so sweet that I can eat a barrel of it, like this.'

"...you don't die well, eat like that."

A normal human being would have diabetes.

"I don't think it's so stupidly sweet, but..."I'll just say there's a high flavor that sugar direct can't taste."

"Oh... oh! I don't know what it is, but it looks amazing..."

Percy's nostrils are swollen. How interested are you?

"Good! It's for posterity! I can't help it, can't help it! I'll follow you!"

"You... work,"

"I'll do my best from tomorrow!"

"Wow, he's a guy who never works hard."

"Do your best! I'm a man!"

"Pending it off, it's not cool, it's not masculine."

"Oh my gosh! I want to eat sweet cake!"

"You're so manly in your assertive attitude. ...if you ignore the content."

Well, if I know how delicious the cake is, I won't let you eat it if you're excited about your work from tomorrow. Either way, I'm going to burn a hole.

......oh, one hole is definitely not enough. Yeah, that's what I feel like that.

"Why don't you go?"

"I'll call Molly, too!"

Percy running away with a childlike smile.

It's really a system controller. And they are perfect children.k. I don't think he was the man who attempted assassination yesterday.

Percy ran high, but when he came back a few minutes later he was shrugging and depressed.

"...I can't do it because I have a job."

"I think she's better off..."

She said she had agreed to bring her sister some souvenirs, and that only Percy would come with her.

...you didn't get to work either.

"Well, shall we go?"

I take Percy and I to the Aliquis' field.

Magda and Assund are going to explain the value of sugar radishes and their future prospects.

"Oh, yes," I wish we had heard it together."

I came to Percy alone because I wanted to ask him something.

That's also as confidential as possible.

"Do you know the destination of the sugar that flowed into the black market?"

"...why do you ask me that?"

"Well... there's something I'm curious about,"

The black market is a system of direct defiance against peddling guilds and is hated, not recognized by churches, aristocrats and residents. Of course you can't do business confidently, and if you know that there is a business, your name will be greatly damaged.

Percy would have loved to hear this, though he probably didn't want to touch it anymore.

"Is Molly thirteen this year?"

"Well, yes, but... I won't do it?"

Don't stare at me, system controller.

"If you took over the factory shortly after Molly was born... it's hard to imagine that you were doing business normally and could balance parenting and work. You're a fool."

"Oh!? I've worked really hard!"

"Haven't you been pouring sugar on the black market for a long time?"

Walk side by side and talk to them as little as possible.

What's hard to talk about makes it even harder to talk about when you see your face.

"Well... it's been about eight years... but at first it's just right...!"

"I know," There are so many things that I can't help but live."

I'm not blaming you for taking advantage of the black market.

I don't care about it.

"I've been pouring sugar for eight years, and yet the sugar is generally poor. Even the best bakeries in the 40th district use brown sugar. Then it would be reasonable to think that somewhere was buying up the sugar that had flowed."

Rather, it's possible they were even lobbying Percy to flush sugar.

According to what I heard the day before yesterday, Percy is twenty years old this year, so eight years ago he is only twelve years old. It would be easy to deceive such a child. If you stir up anxiety, you can get rid of it at once.

I don't know if I've done such a nasty thing, but there's a guy who has been sipping sweet juice after unfairly getting this eight‐year sugar. There's no doubt about this.

"Well, you're right, but I don't think I'll say his name here..."

"Imagawa-yaki..."

`--?!?'".........you know, after all,"

When I hit my predictions on the reluctant Percy, he seemed to have been quite right. Percy's pupils were as wide as they could be it.

Was it so?

The sweet bean paste used in Imagawa-yaki had a taste that cannot be reproduced with brown sugar.

They've always used white sugar in that store. I'll take Percy's "new sugar."

I haven't noticed it for a long time, but it seems that the Imagawa-yaki restaurant is located in the 40th ward. It is said that Estella had requested the opening of the shop as a special [special] framework for the festival.

That's why I didn't see him when I was walking around the 42nd leg. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

If there is a Imagawa-yaki restaurant in 40 wards, I'm satisfied.

"Oh, come on! Do you... tell someone about it?"

"No, I'd rather have a gag order. Don't tell anyone you are, either."

If "Shinsugar" becomes popular, Imagawa warehouses will use authentic products in the future. There is no change in taste.

If we remain silent, no one will know about the past.

You don't have to bother to know that Jeanette's favorite food was made from the black market.

There is no fault with the food.

You don't have to slander your good memories.

"... Jillo,"

Magda popped up in front of us as we headed for the field.

There's no assistance.

"What's wrong? Is it alone?"

"... Magda's duty is over. Assund will tell you the rest."

"I see,"

We're going to make full use of that field to spread sugar radishes to other farmers. Assent will explain the rights and the way they operate.

"...and Mormat was here,"

"You must have been called by Assault,"

Assund had said he was going to build a field of sugar radishes in the 42 wards as well.

It is understandable that Mormat, the 42nd District Agricultural Guild, was called in. He also plans to talk with the head of the 40th District Agricultural Guild to inflate sugar radishes by tens of times.

"...the anteater brothers were very happy."

"I see,"

What they were making was recognized and informed that it was of great value. You'll be happy about it.

"...but yesterday a 'good person' told me about the value of sugar daikon."

"Did you go to see me?"

"Oh, I apologized."

It seems that Percy told the Aliquis before we went.

"On the other hand, I was thanked... 'a good person was making it sugar, so a new path has been opened up.'"

To think that what was being taken advantage of was 'thanks to the possibility' ... sounds pretty good‐natured ... well, they might be."

"I'm still feeling a little fuzzy..."

"Then let me make a big profit,"

"Oh, I'll do my best to be like that, Ole."

Join Magda, now down the main street.

When we reached the lord's house, Estella was there.

"Hey! I've just finished it."

Estella had asked the lords to help increase the production of sugar radishes and distribute sugar.

"The result is very good. When you think of Oji's face when you know the value of sugar daikon..."

a giggling estella

The conversation seems to have progressed quite well, and I'm in a good mood.

"I've been promised full cooperation in suppressing the nobles." Perhaps a month will do."

"There's a Woodman's Guild and Tolbeck's in the Fortyth Ward." Nor can the nobles go on a rampage badly."

It is a considerable advantage that there is a force in the territory that can compete with the nobility.

In the future, they will be added here to Percy's sugar factory and to the Ariku brothers' sugar radish farm. 40 wards, isn't it?

"Mr. Oji was surprised. "How dare you find the value of such things?"

"Well, indeed," People you don't know never eat."

I knew it as a matter of knowledge, but I can't help but admire that Percy often devised a way to make sugar out of sugar radishes.

"No... Actually, when I was still a kid, I couldn't run the factory well..."

Scrubbing her head, Percy speaks shyly.

"I was looking for something that I couldn't afford, and I was looking for something cheap, and I came to smell spinach..."

"Did you force yourself to eat?"

"... Ah! I tried it because it looked delicious at the root... it stinks."

"But you kept trying,"

"Why, there was nothing else to eat, and I discovered that if you cook it at a high temperature, the smell will ease."

The smell of mud in sugar daikon is similar to the smell of mud in eel and is decomposed at high temperatures. That's why kabayaki eels don't smell muddy.

"And I thought, 'Oh, isn't this going to make sugar?'"

"And that's why you won,"

"Well, are you complimenting me?"

"Not too much,"

Percy's face snaps and laughs like it's not all night.

"Well, after all, I have no choice but to make sugar. That's why I'm more sensitive to sugar than anyone else."

"Oh, I don't think I can do any farming or cooking."

"No! It's all right to have Molly!"

"What if you get married?"

"I won't marry you!"

"No, do it!"

"Never!"

...he's seriously ill.

I'm worried about Molly's future life."Oh, yes, yes. On my way home, Mr. Oji will send me a carriage."

The sugar information seemed to be quite gratifying, and the lord, Demily, seemed to give him preferential treatment.

That bald fellow!

It was a fancy carriage and Percy was popping.

"Oh, this is how I... can I ride it?"

"Oh? Do you want to run side by side?"

"Can you do it, what can you said.

It seems that a large, well‐haired horse will lead the carriage.

Do you want me to say hello?

"Please take good care of me, the Turpica,"

"Jillo... will you stop before the carriage is confiscated?"

It's hard to understand what's wrong with you being so polite.

Such a luxurious carriage swayed us back to the 42nd leg.

When I entered the 42nd leg, I was dropped off, and after I had done one more business, I decided to return to the Yodamari-tei.

The destination I went.

"Well, Neferry,"

"Ah, palmro".

It's a chicken farm for the Neferry.

You need fresh eggs to make a cake.

I must go home early and cool the eggs. Cold eggs are essential to making cake. If it's not cold, the meringue won't bubble well.

"I've had a good egg to-day,"~. Self-made work.

Neferry gives us a basketful of eggs.

Yeah. They're all big, well-shaped eggs, to be sure.

"I'm sorry. You should come to the Yodamari-tei later, too. I'll feed you something delicious."

"What? What are you going to feed me?"

"It's a cake,"

"Cake!? ...great. I wanted to try it...

As expected, she's a fashionable female referee. It seems as if he knew about the cake. But it's quite different from what you think.

"Ah, sweetie! Hey, sweetie!"

I screamed with whispers, and Percy pulled my clothes.

"What?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Neferry? Well, do you know..."

"Are you going out with me!"

"I'm not going out with you! You're like a buddy who cooperates in doing business with you know.

"...or do you have a boyfriend?"

"Oh......you, I don't think about it."

".........Mabulous,"

Really!?

What!? Is he serious?

`What a clear woman with animal traits,'

Oh, you... don't yearn for the exact opposite type because you don't have any animal traits.

Isn't it masculine to show off animal characteristics?

You mean very feminine Percy and very masculine Neferry, don't you?

Are you okay with that's why?

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"Who is it?"

"It's Percy Layard! Remember Percy, the flowery "Sea" lacanthus!"

Hey, hey! The coelacanth won't bloom.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my!"

A great deal of sweat is pouring down Percy's forehead.

...how nervous are you... ...a chicken? Look carefully. You don't have to take a good look at it's a chicken.

"Oh, I... well, it's hot today, isn't it?"

Scrubbing the dripping sweat, Percy makes a dry laugh.

Calm down. You're the only one sweating...Oh, look, your makeup is completely gone.

"Huh? Those eyes..."

"What?"

Percy exclaims at the ink on his hands.

The black makeup around her eyes had completely been removed and she had become a normal, rather handsome man.

"Well, this is...!"

`You have no animal features at all,'

"Well, that's not the case."

"And makeup?"

"Ah, now, soon! I'm afraid the beast will be able to "boo!" tomorrow."

"I don't like that kind of manly person..."

"What!"

Neferry......you're a fastball......

"Be more firm. Men have to be manly, after all."

The referee pats Percy on the second arm.

The body touch is kind of Showa style.

"...Do you like Neferry for boys with animal traits?"

In response to Magda's question, Neferry nodded with a slightly dyed cheeks but a girlish smile enjoying a love banana.

"Well, as I thought... for a girl, I want to be reliable and masculine."

"...what about Jillo?""Huh!? Why, why do ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya!"

"...Yasillo has no animal features."

No, Magda. That's a matter of course.

"I don't want to. Because Jiro is not a race of beasts." It is only natural that there are no animal features."

Yes, as the Neferry says. ...but "beast tribe" was coined by me, wasn't it? How long did it spread?

"...except for Jiro?"

"Oh, no, no... oh, no! Don't say anything strange, go home and make a cake! Wow, I'm sure I'll get some money to eat! Good luck then!"

With a bright red face, Neferry rushed into the henhouse.

"Oh, my God!

What a girlish scream, covering my face with my hands. ...shaking the tosaka.

"...that's why, Percy,"

Magda puts her hand on the depressed Percy's shoulder, "Doggoo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Did you hear that for comfort?

If that's the case, Magda's guy...

"...no pulse at all."

What a devil!

"Oh... Ole! I'll be a man!"

Poor Percy!

Well, hang in there.

I mean... do animal traits appear in an acquired?

One day suddenly you get raccoons all over the place?

Then I'm confident that I'll never recognize you.

I was thinking about it, listening to Percy's screams that probably wouldn't come true.