A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

"Normally, it's a situation you can't miss like this, each other"

"Well, that's not true."

The conversation progresses with the feeling of tapping each other lightly. I don't have much experience with this kind of sight, so my response really tended to be appropriate. That's not good, so "but there can be an option to miss each other," he says, keeping the lead of the conversation.

A casual prediction, but I'm sure Mahadi Pualani doesn't have control of all the prisons in this tower.

Memory magic is magic that, according to appraisal skills, manipulates a person's memory. However, as a condition of use, it seems magical that it is necessary to gradually imprint the subconscious by looking at it for a long time, having a conversation or touching it directly.

The magic required is considerable, to the extent that one can hang one person per day on memory magic.

There seems to be a limit to the number of people who can be manipulated by memory magic because magic is also needed to maintain memory magic.

(So I'm sure it's not a good idea for 'Sky Flowers' Mahadi Pualani, who hasn't mastered all of the Tower's jails, when they make a scene with me. And even if it's me, it's not good if they make a scene here)

Mutual interests are unanimous.

"I don't want to make a scene. Because it's hard to get a mess with someone as elegant as you."

"I'm no longer a good mouth man.... I don't know if Wachiki wants to make a scene."

"If I could, as a temporary warm dream, I'd like to keep it calm, is it possible?

"That was a good one. You're a sinful man."

She returns it as if she enjoys the conversation.

I felt like I could only see a little hope that maybe this would work.

As a push, I decided to use one trump card.

"If you're going to miss me, I want to tell you something."

That's knowledge during games. Perhaps I have the confidence that she will miss me if I tell her that.

Because this female bandit, Skyflower (Mahadi), is a unit that will be one of us in the game Fantasy Tale, and the event "Where's the Ring" at that time is an event I know a lot about.

"The ring you cherished, where it is. That's..."

"Stop it, and it's the only one."

But their reaction was unexpected.

That's where I should have wanted to know if I would have thrown my life.

The female leader in front of her, "Flowers in the Sky," said no with a clear voice.

"What are you talking about? It's a memory of Wachiki."

"... Was I? I imitated it past me."

Did you screw up? At the event, I was in a hurry to reclaim the ring from the gambling king of this city and give it to him, and he became an ally unit.

"... burn, wow, it's a whim."

Huh, and her cheeks loose.

"Morning, if that's what you worship, I'll ask you a favor. Thank you, Arinsu, for holding my daughter back. Let's miss it, huh?

Oh, my God, apparently you're missing me.

This woman's leader, she is of such a wide measure.

"Is it true, thank you!" I bowed my head unexpectedly.

She said, "Hehe, you don't see fifteen years old," with a strange look all the time, just looking at this one.

Those eyes seemed as if they deserved a man who taunted (,,,) his daughter, and | they were trying to figure out who was the person who pinned my daughter's past act, the Sabakudiougmo Case.

"is, Mother..."

Here, my daughter Pulan has interrupted the conversation as to whether she was finally able to swallow the expansion.

The words are trembling and "that, really" is all over the place.

"Is it your mother...?

"Oh, yeah? Oh, my God, my mother. Don't hide it."

Mahadi tilting her little neck gently. This parent and child is a strange thing because she is, rather, as young as she looks.

Well.

I don't even have to ask any more. Besides, any more disrespect is the insertion of water into the reunion of parents and children.

"Now, if you'll excuse me for this. There will be stories to accumulate, please be friendly with parents and children. And, if you don't mind, please don't hesitate to mention my shop."

"You're already a businessman.... the same hole, but why are you here again?"

With a female leader smiling at me while I blame her, and a female bandit with a crying face on her back, I'll leave the visiting room behind.

I don't need it for a touching reunion of parents and children.

As far as I'm concerned, even if you missed "Sky Flowers," you're making money.

Though the words "the same hole" appeared in my ear.

I mean, what are you doing here again? Do you want me to commit a crime...?

"... and what the hell is this?

"Customer. Well, he's a little tense, though."

When I went back to the store and thought it was time to go into the evening grubbing for the meat stir-fry sale, another job was waiting for me at that time.

Apparently, a customer arrived.

When Hetty told me that a customer was waiting at the slaver's tent, she came in and said, "Oh, my God, the customer was a troupe official."

"Yes! Yes! Me, you've fallen in love with the voice and beauty of these kids!

The man in this troupe, his name is Jacopo.

He was a freak of the windmill, a man who spoke to himself, but he is definitely a freak around saying out of his own freak or something.

"If you walk around the city fluttered, what a delicious smell of meat it smelled like. I look like I'm in a good family! Yeah, yeah! Of course I ate meat! The demon boy was baking it, but hey, it was delicious!... not so! The meat invited me, though!

For Jacopo to breathe and speak.

"The idea of listening to songs and seeing dances while eating meat is great too! No, you're not! It's not, it's a song! What a sweet singing voice, these three princesses were singing! Yes! Yes!

The three princesses. I mean, they seem to mean our three little princesses.

But what about the expression princess, I wonder.

Ili seemed restless from earlier, and Yufi had his face up so that Jacopo wouldn't notice him, and Nell was still a little off, "Ko, I'm in trouble... I can't believe I'm going to be a princess, Ko, I'm ready for my heart".

I see, she's a unique princess.

"You guys look like princesses"

"... Princess"

Ili was squealing like that, but she didn't seem too happy. He's got something on his mind. In contrast to Uffi's flattery like a floating tooth or Nell's floating "But I've felt like a princess..." Iri had no emotional expression of emotion, he was just sinking into some kind of thought.

"Yes! Yes! A princess!

But Jacopo has been at this pace since just now. It's a tension that worries me if I'm not tired.

"Okay."

I decided to split up into conversations for now.

"So shall we go into business? I'd like to ask you how much you want."

"Hmm! I bet they won't all drop a hundred gold coins! I don't have that kind of money with me!

"Oh?"

It's a little shoulder watermark.

No, actually, I didn't want to let go of these kids yet, so I was relieved to say that I was relieved, but then I didn't have to wonder why Jacopo had told me the story.

"Actually."

and for Jacopo to cut it out.

"Even days at the flea market, we have our stage. The opera is made up of two parts that are sandwiched between breaks because of the length of time, but I really want you to sing during that break! Yes! It will definitely be exciting!

"Oh, you want me to lend it to you for a little while,"

"Yes! That's what I mean! I don't think this will cost you that much, how about that!

The story is more convoluted than expected.

When she glanced at Hetty, she whispered, "I've roughly kept the story together, and I've made sure that you decide on a detailed business meeting with your husband. I'm sorry on my own," he whispered.

(Does that mean those three have no objection to the story)

Hetty put it together to a certain extent, which means the three of us are talking about it. Once I check it out, they seem to think that all three of us are fine with that condition.

Then I have nothing to complain about.

"Depending on the price and content, why not lend three people 20 silver coins during the day"

and go in from the suggestion.

"Hmm, does that mean 20 silver coins in three even days?"

"Yes. And in the meantime, I would like someone from the troupe to sing lightly in my shop if they could. Because I want to fill the hole for the three of them to fall out. I'd be happy if you could use it to promote your troupe, too, wouldn't you?

"Hmm! I see!

Jacopo with eyes open. Keep up and hold my hand.

"I mean, here's the thing! While we borrow all three of these singing princesses, we need to lend someone here too! Hmm, we can advertise the opera, too, and that's an interesting story!

"Yes, that's what we're getting from this calculation"

"Then please! No! No! That's a good business!

I feel a little guilty for putting him up my ass with joy. In this place at the border between Slam and Oasis streets, though the propaganda effect of the opera would not be so high.

But if you step on it, that's good.

Though I thought so.

"No, he is a wise eye! This is how we negotiate what wouldn't be publicity if it were a regular troupe, knowing what kind of troupe we are, so I see the Oasis Street merchants are not alarmed by the boulders!

Don't you say that Jacopo is hard to listen to?

"I'm afraid."

While answering that, he uses his appraisal skills to Jacopo and searches him in detail to find out why. And the name of the famous troupe that catches on.

(Oh, is a famous troupe an opera for the average person?)

Apparently, this is what Jacopo means. Because we provide opera for the general public, it would work even if we advertised it here, even if it brought together less wealthy people, he said.

"Hmm! But let me tell you something! I did say I was a troupe official, and I revealed to this female employee named Hetty that I was a famous troupe, but you reasoned!... or were you sneaking up on me first from Mr. Hetty?

"Yeah, I was just asking first. I'm not the wise-eyed one."

I'll be humble for once, but I may not fall for a bit.

Yes, I had a vague feeling that this man Jacopo might be an unafraid man.