"Oh, Lord! Welcome home!
"Oh, I'm home"
Back to the tent, Meena waved her spear and warmly welcomed me home.
Why she has a spear, because she is in the middle of putting spear archery on the slaves.
Although none of the slaves were able to raise their voice, Meena's instruction was quite demanding, and she could see fatigue in the expression of the slaves.
I peek in to see if it would have had an archaeological effect at all.
(When you use appraisal skills, you do see growth in skill experience in surgery.... this proved that anyone can acquire skills acquired)
Seeing their skills grow made me sneak up on them.
This is the last aim of putting spear archery on the slaves, namely 'verification of skills acquisition'.
My bargaining skills, my hauling skills, have already suggested that possibility, but apparently something called skills can be acquired acquired acquired later. So maybe I can master mastery and swordsmanship and do skill cheats, too.
Apparently, I laugh slightly that the game "fantasy tale" has been set up to this point.
"What do you say, spear archery is doing better?
"Fairly well. It's fun to see a slave with a good muscle when he looks at a spear."
Meena says it's easy to mentor because everyone is taking it seriously.
Almost all of our thirty slaves voluntarily participate in spear arches, sword arches, etc.
Those who were confident in their physical abilities, as well as some who were not very fit to fight, seemed to participate in it anyway.
Whether it's the gift of that speech of mine or not, I'm not sure about that.
Anyway, they don't all hate me, so they listen closely to Meena's guidance and spontaneously fix the bad points. It turned out to be an easy situation for Meena to coach.
"Besides, we may soon be driven out on a demon crusade, so the battle slaves are in the mood."
This way, and Meena looking at the battle slaves.
A combat slave is literally a slave who is expected to act as a combat personnel.
There are now one or three combat slaves in "Talent Consultant Mitsuji".
One or three of them are the ones I left using my appraisal skills to sort high-status people, high-fitness people such as Skills in Takeshi, and Skills in Swordsmanship.
It is broken down by the total of six people who are full-fledged in the archery of the spear, five in the archery of the sword, and a total of thirteen combined in the two people who are wearing the archery.
Two of the archdeacons have the highest skill in martial arts and swordsmanship.
Meena, who wears an archery of jujitsu, possesses jujitsu Lv.3 (it's time to become Lv.4), which is actually the most combative of our stores.
Sometimes the instruction of Meena was such that the spears of the slaves improved.
"I see, that looks like it's going well. Until a little while ago, it seemed like it was swinging by a spear, and it didn't seem very strong, but now you're used to it."
"Yeah, a little drunk or a drifter who's often in Slam Street won't be able to fathom you at all."
I thought it was a spear but fat.
So what about swordsmanship, I turned my gaze toward the slaves doing sword archery.
"... that's no good, when you wave your sword, your chest muscle opens and you're off track."
One Lizardman is giving instruction to slaves.
Cayenne Leptilian. A former adventurer who worked quite well with a sword in one hand, now a criminal slave. If you do it, you're long and scary to look at, but it's not that uncomfortable when you talk to him, thoughtful man.
His mentoring was not good enough.
Does he still have a difference from Meena in Swordsmanship Lv.2 (which is going to be Lv.3 soon), or was Meena growing more skill experience with the combat slaves when it comes to how the slaves he teaches grew?
That said, it's not as different as I care too much.
"... Cayenne's giving better guidance, too"
"Right. He's a former adventurer, and I'm guessing he understands the tricks of crusading demons most deeply."
I guess so, I thought.
Cayenne's instruction, unlike that of Meena, which makes the mould repeat and learn, was considerably closer to the format in action.
I think both the right way is to cultivate a way for Meena to aggressively and unconsciously roll out an efficient way to remember shapes with her body, and a way for Cayenne to develop an idea of the battle between where to attack, where to protect and how far to keep her distance in action.
However, it may be that Cayenne's instruction, by its very nature, is more difficult to develop the skill levels of the slaves for self-practice and repetitive learning.
"... but Cayenne is flushing (...) anyway. Maybe he wasn't going to hold his sword again."
Maybe that's why I don't really feel hegemonic about Kenki. The analysis of Cayenne's psychograph by appraisal skills also showed that it was somewhat of an empty feeling, not a desperate one.
Empty sword.
I'm not familiar with the sword, but my appraisal skills tell me that Cayenne's body has no power to waste at all, or that Cayenne's mind has no energy.
Perhaps it would be preferable to see it as sophisticated in a way.
"... because you may never have intended to hold the sword again, that is, because you are a criminal slave?
Mina has confirmed it in a small voice so that I can't hear it around me.
I nodded back a little "oh" to it.
Cayenne is a criminal slave who was lost to slavery for committing a sin.
The sin was to break a request for a noble girl who had once escorted her as an adventurer, to kill a friend who was partying with her as an adventurer, and consequently also to make her scratch the face of the noble girl.
Friendslayer.
That's the stigma Cayenne has.
(... did you really kill my friend?
At the end of my gaze thinking about that, Cayenne had a much thinner grin on her slave.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. There's no power in the sword."
It spilled out of his mouth. I didn't know if that was a word of instruction or a word of self-derision.
"-Hey, I wonder if your husband's going to learn to play tricks in the middle of the night."
"Sorry Hetty, did I wake you up"
"Fine, I just couldn't sleep personally"
Night.
In anticipation of when everyone was asleep and completely surrounded by deep darkness, I was waving a spear.
Each one has a name on it, such as "shaped" or "cornered", so it reproduces even, just that much work. Appraisal skills played a part in the task.
This is because the appraisal skills were also able to perform appraisals on the "structure" and "type".
For example, this behavior displays the evaluation results of "moon type", "cow type", and so on, and evaluates how well the structure is based on proficiency, fit rate, and so on.
In other words, I can tell in one shot what's wrong with it in a visible way.
Afterwards, it is only a task to remind the body to move, paying attention to the figures of its mastery rate and fitness rate.
Hetty was smiling quietly as she watched my movements gradually refine.
"You improve early like a joke. I don't know because I'm not an expert, but I'm good at it from an amateur's point of view, sir."
"... well, if you don't have a mirror or you don't have the knowledge, you'll know what's wrong..."
"I didn't hear you."
My whispering solitaire didn't seem to sound like Hetty after all.
Step in and poke sharply. Jump and distance instantly. Poke it up and down.
I did this basic motion almost perfectly.
At this stage, I succeeded in mastering Skill Lv.0, and my body was clearly moving better when compared to before I acquired my skills.
The agility of the movement, which would be the protection of skills, is clearly bottomed up.
(Possessing more than one skill at this rate is going to be outrageous)
Because of this diversity in one skill, what would happen if I acquired such other skills as swordsmanship skills and dance skills, for example?
I'm sure it's not hard to imagine getting pretty strong.
Whatever skills you acquire, you have appraisal skills. Similarly, in swordsmanship, this behavior will allow you to experimentally and erroneously acquire skills in this structure.
And every time I do, every skill is covered.
"... well, I'm a slaver"
I laughed bitterly at myself about what the hell was going on when I got stronger. I'm laughing at myself trying to be unconsciously strong.
"... hey, your husband. What are you up to?
"Hmm? What's up, Hetty"
"You're right. I wonder what your husband is up to. For the slaves, 'Don't you want to leave a name beyond what you've given life to the world', 'Slaves are the hearts and minds', that's what I said... yes..."
She had a strange look when she stopped the spear movement and turned back to Hetty.
The expression empty expression was closest, but it seemed to put something more behind that word and wanted to know the answer.
The point is, far-eyed.
The word 'vain expression' in the sense that I hadn't seen it now did describe her in a terminal way.
"What does Hetty want me to go for?
"... is there such a cut back?"
"Tell me."
It was a rushing question, but Hetty thought for a while and answered it.
"I want you to aim for something, I wonder. There's no other hope for 'something', but whatever it is, if you're aiming for 'something' -"
"Oh, that's funny. It's an adventure."
…… Maybe you're saying something weird. You can forget it. "
"Okay. I'll forget it until I remember next time."
Probably answered perfectly, I think.
The desire to be aiming for something is actually an emotion I understand well. Sometimes when you look softly at people working even hard for something, you feel like you want to watch it all the time.
Not the kindness of wanting to keep an eye on that.
It's just that sometimes I get tired and worn out of my eyes when I'm working so hard on hiccups. I wonder why you're so dazzled.
It's just a sentiment, but I was a person on the side who knew exactly how I felt.
So I decided to forget Hetty's words. I decided not to forget, but not to ask in depth.
Instead, I decided to ask a slightly different question because the conversation was connected.
"Hey, Hetty.... if you want to make something happen, I'll hold you back."
"What do you want to do?"
"Yes."
Ask over there as you resume spear moulding practice. The reply won't come for a while.
Then I practiced dancing, trying to practice "Flaming Dance," where I changed my posture, and I finally heard words like solitary.
"I wonder what you want to achieve."
It would be better to pretend you didn't hear me this time. You shouldn't really touch solitaires like this.
With that in mind, I repeated the form of the performance.
"That's right, Hetty. Let me tell you about the next reform."
"Oh, is it still there?
After a while of archery, I'll tell you because I once remembered, "Oh, I didn't teach you this yet" in the back of my brain. It is an idea that came to my mind when I heard her talk about being able to read books.
When people ask me if I still need to clean and ventilate my tent, perform at the store, plus do something, of course, I still need to do something.
In response to Hetty, "Oh, sure," I handed Hetty a book.
Customer books.
We need to sort this out now.
"Customer books, have you seen them?
"Alas, slaves shouldn't have the right to view it. There's a possibility of information leakage."
"Right. You will all be hired by someone. So don't touch this kind of information, it should."
Hetty turning customer books.
The listed information contains information such as name, address, who you handed over, how much you traded.
Honestly, it would have helped if you had written down more details, but Marc doesn't seem to be that much of a book.
(For now, write to them)
The first thing to do is to write a replacement greeting for the store owner.
Previously, store owner Marc Dracy replaced Toshiki Mitsuji, who became the new store owner, and changed the name of the store, tell him.
Send this to everyone on the customer books.
enclosing existing customers; This is fundamental in sales.
Statistics show that only roughly 7% of newly pioneered customers will be repeaters.
In other words, the retention rate is too bad for a new strategy of bringing people together.
Then what are we going to do? We're going to try to be repeaters.
Sending a letter like this, for example. Even then, "this slaver hasn't forgotten about his customers," he says.
If I write down "I will be comfortable with ornaments and clothing" as a further preferential service, it will prompt me to think about visiting again next time.
"I wonder if I'll write a letter. Even though your husband is a slave spear dancer and he comes up with funny things, he can write letters, he can greet letters properly, and he's very serious."
"Oh. It's funny how basic it is. The greeting of this kind of report is common sense in society"
"What about this letter? It was pinched."
"That's a letter chick. I'm going to write multiple copies of the same text."
I remember when I was a talent career consultant in Japan in my previous life.
Career consultancy sales are a fairly difficult area to explore. Our business partner is a connected company right now.
Especially since I worked for a career consultancy firm specializing in the advertising industry, I worked hard to make connections to the advertising industry.
So what I learned is that communicating greetings is very important.
As well as making appointments, for example, "I have someone who would like to introduce you here," let's not forget to put in an aftercare contact, "How about the ○ ○ job you mentioned," and "My name is Toshiki Mitsuji, and I'm going to take over the job from ○ ○, my former representative".
Career consultancy work is pretty close to sales.
Sales is a work of connecting people, it's important to say hello and ask how things are going, even in some detail.
After all, even the other person should want to do business with someone who feels good about it.
What I'm doing now is going to be after care for the first slave job I've introduced and a handover greeting from my predecessor.
(Especially since nobility in these different worlds, etc. should tend to weigh greetings, etc.)
This is unsolicited thoughts, but probably not wrong.
Evidence suggests that large chambers of commerce in Oasis Street have thorough employee greetings and high standards.
Nobles value decency.
That's why writing a letter makes sense.
Because writing a letter gives the impression that this slave trader is a merchant who values decency.
"Oh, the letters are beautiful, too. Although the rhetoric is a little disturbing."
"Yes, Hetty. I want you to calibrate that rhetoric. You could be a fancy whore."
Hetty remained soft and cheeky, but lived some curious color in her eyes.
Did you find my story interesting?
"... but am I a whore? Something that's only capable of selling flowers to men."
"You're not. Your eyes are filled with the light of reason. There are no priceless bitches in office, there are priceless bitches in the way of souls."
I laid my hand on Hetty's shoulder and looked at her face from the front.
"Hetty is not just a beautiful doll. Smarter than anyone in this store. That's why I'm asking you."
"Eh -"
Whether my words arrived or not, Hetty was silent anyway.
Looking at the movement of the psychograph, the majority of her mind was puzzled. It's often said that the pigeons ate bean cannons, but now Hetty was reacting exactly as she was when she was thrown something as important as an accidental hit.
What? Did I say something that weird?
But there was no psychological movement that made me uncomfortable asking for the job.
Were you happy that they relied on your abilities? I don't know what to describe it as right, but there was something close to the joy of 'finding a role', so to speak.
Then you can rest assured for one second.
(Well, you don't have to say yes. If you order Hetty from me, she'll have to.)
"Well, if you don't like it, calibrate the language, you don't have to do it," I left out and decided it was time to go to sleep.
On the boulder. It's about time for the night.
Now that I'm fairly tired of archery, I'm sure I'll fall asleep when I lie down.
I stretched my body out as I put the spear in the warehouse.
On the way back from the warehouse, unlike Hetty, who held the books silently, I remembered that I hadn't heard back.
"Oh, bad. If you don't like it, give it back."
"... no. I'll do it."
"Oh, that helps"
Well, I'd appreciate it if you said you'd take it on. I thought I'd leave it to her.
But the look on her face as she held the books caught strangely in the back of her brain what was so hard to describe.
That was, like, a look like a rebuttal to the words you were told you weren't just beautiful.