Actually, I don't know one thing about how to deal with this little threesome right now. I'm more afraid than I need to be.
I don't have a conversation with these threesomes anyway, so I urged them to "see, keep practicing the song". reluctantly, but the trio resumed practicing the song.
It's a good singing voice to hear whenever you want. Both Ili and Nel have only demons who specialize in songs on boulders. Uffi, the jinn, was also good now, either because of his original good voice or because of his efforts.
That's a good song, and I'm stuck thinking about it.
(Lutz. Maybe you can bring one of my plans forward)
Here's my plan.
twisting profits in the short term by selling food out of stalls. It's one of those ideas I've been thinking about for a long time, and I wanted to try it someday.
The purpose of cooking in a stall is twofold: to spread the smell of deliciousness and to show the number of guests lined up in that stall.
(If it smells delicious, it would be a very good publicity effect for passers-by to stop and say they will pay attention to this one)
Of course when it comes to propaganda effects, that's not a slave propaganda, it's only a culinary propaganda, so we just need to figure it out, but that's okay.
(And matrix. Everyone would be interested if there was a queue in the stall. I was wondering if that's all that makes good food.)
I'm going to build a plan in my head. The question is, what do we sell as food and how do we come up with ideas to promote our slaves?
Two, the threesome I'm singing now caught my eye. I thought I might use this at that moment.
"This is your tent, Lutz, Dayan."
The first impression Rutz felt when he entered the tent was not worse than he thought.
Lutz first assumed that slaves would be treated badly, that they would be pushed into tents that smelled badly and seemed to have sick people. At last, there are no sick people at the Miloir's in Oasis Street. Below that, I thought I would treat myself as a livestock slaver.
But when you go into a lot of tents, you're completely different. It was prettier than I thought, didn't smell it, and it was well sanitary.
The ground was lined with anesthesia and, to my surprise, I was allowed to fall asleep. Tired slaves at daytime manual labor lie down for a while and rest.
Look at the slaves, no one seems too unhealthy. They're all eating something that's not bad nutritionally.
(Not worse than I thought. Is this really a head slave tent like me? No, you haven't distinguished head slaves from general slaves in the first place?
Lutz was wrong, but he didn't even think a slave trader with almost zero head slaves would be established. Slaves entering this store, "Talent Consultant Mitsuji," could at least build up their expertise in combat slavery, and so on did not come up with fine dust. It can't be normal that there are people who can efficiently acquire skills, and in that sense, Lutz's assumptions are very natural.
"Lutz, Dayan, your husband will interview you properly later, so wait here for a while."
On the orders of Hetty, a beautiful demon tribe that would probably be the slave chief, Lutz was to wait for a while with Dayan, a slave bought by Toshiki as well as himself.
(Due diligence…)
Proper, I guess they'll try to figure out how much more work can be done, for example, than they can hear the word.
(Also, I wonder if it makes me feel painful that I can't do anything)
Lutz who accidentally makes a bitter face.
View Dayan next door. Dayan will obviously be fit and able to act as a combat slave. You'll be able to engage in manual labor as it is, and there are many uses out there.
How about Lutz in exchange.
The muscles aren't very strong when it comes to orcs.
Because of his past as a rich pet, he missed the opportunity to build muscle strength.
Every day they send us delicious rice as pets. My tongue gets fat, or I don't have any other entertainment, so it was this result that I tried to indulge in the meal to the best of my ability.
It is now regrettable that it may have been necessary to be prepared to be bored and abandoned one day.
Speaking of what you get, sharp taste and sense of smell.
Nothing else.
(For the most part, I can't help but work out my taste even though I'm an oak)
Orcs are inherently omnivorous creatures. I don't even care about the difference in taste.
Even the proud high oak said, "There is no precious bitch in all life. The life of grace is what you eat with equal gratitude," I hear the flavor is secondary.
Is it weird that Lutz sticks to not going down?
(... but what can you brag about to me)
Cooking.
Lutz rejected the word he came up with. It's impossible. Dirty demons must not cook.
That was painfully reminded at an Oasis Street restaurant.
Lutz worked in a restaurant that day and was not allowed to cook. But he broke the code only once, and made his own bribe.
Other employees who teased and took a bite of it saying, "Ha ha! This is what cooking is all about! They laughed."
When the noise entered the manager's ear, "I hired you on condition that you don't cook," he advised. Lutz thought it would be about serving food to customers, breaking the contract.
Lutz regretted it terribly then. This is the kind of thing I swore I'd do better when they told me so. I was hoping you'd let me make more because I'd do better.
But Lutz never cooked a new dish.
Monitoring of storekeepers that get tough. Figures from other employees.
Lutz was getting further and further away from the food while working for the restaurant.
(And fired)
It was a shame at the end. When a very great customer complained about the food, it was this guy's fault, and he was dressed in wet clothes, and, congratulations, Lutz was fired.
At that last moment, I'm sure Lutz would have worked for his price, about two gold coins.
The reassurance I felt at that moment, oh you weren't worthless, might have made Lutz so humble in a way.
Even though he was conscious, Rutz didn't find the value of two pieces of gold in his dishes.
(I want to cook, that's ridiculous)
One day, I remember thinking, 'I want the food to be delicious'. If the food was delicious, I'd be happy. What a pleasant thing to think about, Rutz thought.
I guess I'll start working out my body tomorrow, how Lutz was thinking about that arrow tip.