The store that Jacopo led him to want to eat sweetness was a so-called cake shop.
Apparently, he eats cake at this store every time he comes to this Oasis Street, and you think he's a regular at this store? It is a little surprising that I like sweetness even though it has an intimidating appearance.
Let me highlight three or so impressive things that happened to keep me standing.
That there was that Kathy (female orga) in the cake shop.
That Yuffi, who ate the cake at the store, whispered, "Let that pig (Lutz) make the cake".
I'm not a troupe official or anything, and I'm like, "I want you to be there!" Jacopo held me back and said, "Yeah, it's not particularly in the past to hide," Marielle admitted my presence and told me about the past in front of her.
"Hmm!... Mr. Marielle, I understand your story."
Wiping his mouth, Jacopo said. I'm storing a fine mustache, so I thought eating cake would be a struggle, but I'm a pretty clever guy because it's something inside that doesn't pollute my beard.
"To conclude, I would hire as long as I had the strength. Yes! It's a song, it's an act, - or a face."
Yakopo, who said clearly, said this in a partial obscurity.
Face is strength, a clean diet, facial cleansing and other care to keep things from happening, and the art of applying makeup and decorating beautifully.
That's not enough for Marielle's face wound.
"... Marielle. The opera is a dream for people. Yes! The characters are always protagonists, heroines, villains, clowns. I mean, he's a vibrant actor."
"Yes."
"Don't let people question you because you are the one who shows people the story. It's a tough story, but the wounds on your face will sound huge on it! Sometimes when a slight image is ruined by a wound on your face, you can't tell the story. It's ironic."
"... Yes"
"There it is!," he said clearly.
"Let me test if I can tell you my dreams with everything you can offer, such as songs and acts. Yes! You don't have to be perfect! However, show us your future!
"Futuristic…"
"Yes! If you keep practicing in the troupe, I'm sure this guy will be this kind of actor, it's the future! Yes!"
Yakopo smiles, but darkly talks about the cruelty. There is no future, the word can be judged subjectively, so the point is that if it's not convenient for us, we won't hire it.
This man is not sweet. I'm going to test you. I'm asking for a medium high hurdle to show some value.
"... ok"
Still, does Marielle, who drinks it, realize what this test means? I don't think you're right, you see the song and the act as working hard now.
You're in the wrong place.
Maybe I should have said I couldn't and left here after all. That's what I thought on the inside.
"Is that good? Lord Toshiki here is the owner of a store called Talent Consultant Mitsuji. Oh, my God, they make it their job to get people's vocational counseling! Yes! What a survivor!
"Talent consultant?
"Um, Mr. Jacopo?
I think this Osama, who keeps talking about being outside the mosquito nets like the two of us questioning each other, has a medium good personality.
I mean, I don't know if you remember exactly what I said yesterday when I was on track and said, "Calicons are people's jobs."
"I mean it! This Lord Toshiki is bound to help you when you are practicing songs and acting! Yes!"
"Hey, wait a minute"
You don't have to pinch your mouth in a boulder here.
"That said, I am a slave trader. Besides, I'm not very good at acting instruction or anything..."
"Well, didn't you like it! But didn't you say this? Instead of lending these three slaves, he wants someone from the troupe to sing,! That's just what made this Mr. Marielle. But, yeah!
"I did say..."
This Jacopo and I seem to be eating inside. Sure, when I lent him the three slaves, I said I wanted someone from the troupe to sing. I thought it would be a winwin because it would advertise the opera, and it would advertise my store.
"I just heard the story! This Mr. Marielle has worked in the circus at dance before. Hands-on! I'm sure it will do a great job as a show to Lord Toshiki's customers!
"... but I'm not very good at coaching, so there's no guarantee that Marielle will pass your troupe test."
"Oh! That's self-inflicted!
That's exactly what I'm saying, you Osama.
"So, Lord Toshiki, how about this? Stir-fried meat from your shop! Next time, everyone in the troupe will go buy that! Sales will grow too! Come on! What do you think?
"... but"
I'm snotty.
If you think calmly, it won't hurt. Prospective profits are the sales of meat stir-fry and the propaganda effect of Marielle's dance, even known as the "Wound Dancer".
In fact, if you calmly look at Marielle with appraisal skills, she has "Dance Lv.3, Singing Lv.1" combined. Performance expectations are likely to be met.
I originally received 20 pieces of silver coins. When I think about what would have happened if I hadn't originally met Jacopo, I haven't lost any money.
To the extent that the story that was originally gained became a little gainful.
But.
"How about Mr. Marielle! This Lord Toshiki, in fact, is also very good at teaching songs, and these three princesses have learned songs from Lord Toshiki! Yes!"
"... I see Lord Toshiki is a wonderful mentor"
It's something we can talk about on our own. Marielle looked at me and said, "So Lord Toshiki, who seemed irrelevant to this story, also let you be present at this discussion," and she is convinced.
(... I see, I could read. The aim of Jacopo.... seems to be trying a lot)
I noticed his intentions here.
A sudden change of contract is to look at my negotiating skills. I'm trying to figure out what I'm like as a merchant.
And another thing, he wants to do something to get Marielle to teach him. Maybe that's to explore my mentoring abilities for raising three little ones, or to explore who I am, knowing the flowers in the sky.
Good. Then it's a little bad to stay in the lead on the story.
"Excuse me, sir."
And I decided to make the line clear.
"I am a merchant. This flea market is very busy with a lot to do. So I don't have a lot of time to coach Marielle myself. Practicing the song alone with our slaves. I don't mind if it's to that extent, but I can't help you any more."
"Yes! I don't mind!
I was instantly answered. No, Mr. Jacopo, even if you're good, Marielle wouldn't necessarily be good, I thought.
"... I see, I'm troubled..., I think it's better to practice alone under Lord Toshiki than to practice alone anyway"
I didn't expect you to say good on this condition until Marielle.
Marielle clouded the phrase "it's..." and I was going to use it as a negotiating card to cut out one "this story is more about dropping off than there's agreement."
Then it seems to be a long way off but we will have to negotiate directly.
"That's a little harsh talk. In my view, it just seems like a contract to undertake Mr. Marielle's education for free."
"Well, I want you to undertake it for free, etc! I didn't mean to!
"Here are the conditions I offer: Lending out three singers, and promoting your opera using the tent's entertainment gig at our store, these two. In exchange, 20 pieces of silver coins and an opera crew member's performance at our store will have a publicity effect on us."
The publicity effect, I didn't dare to refer to it as a store stay, because then it would seem as if you were referring to our shop being understated.
Negotiations should only go strong.
"Hmm. Propaganda effects! So isn't Mr. Marielle's dance enough?
"There are two things missing. For one thing, there is no guarantee that the satisfaction of the guests when Mr. Marielle performs a dance entertainment performance is higher than the satisfaction of having the opera group members sing. Lack of warranty (,,,,,) for a merchant means insufficient (,,,,)"
"That's a tough story."
"Another thing, it's the name value of the organization"
"Name value, ho"
I say yes briefly to Yakopo, who crawls through his gaze while touching his mustache.
"The opera crew came to the entertainment show at the store, which is important. The rarity of just an individual street performer coming is not the same as the rarity of an opera crew coming"
"Hmm."
"I was that contract in anticipation of profits from that rarity. After being priced for its rarity, I can't drink about compromises in people who have no guarantee, or even talk about being pushed to educate."
"I'll tell you. I see, the merchants of Oasis Street are a hundred warriors!
It's not exactly Oasis Street, it's that border near Slam Street. Well, if someone from the extra room sees it, it's also Oasis Street, I guess.
At the edge of my vision, I could see Marielle bowing her head like she couldn't help but say "... sorry".
Marielle may pull herself off as she is. We need to hurry.
"So."
I put it in front laughing here.
"This time, I would like to study one thing by saying, 'Please of Mr. Jacopo of the Pali family'"
The point is, I wanted to put it together in the form of 'It's an honor to have a connection with you'.
In the end, here it is.
Speaking of where the big stuff is, I think I'm in a connection with him.
Sell grace to a well-known nobleman. I think it's invaluable.
"... ho!
Jacopo looks interesting and opens his eyes.
Marielle is also a little surprised again. Probably because of the sudden change in direction of the story.
"We should interact without words if we should, but in the fashion of oasis merchants, we make them words. I apologize for my indignation."
"No! No way!... really great"
I'm sure Jacopo, who I admire, is admired elsewhere.
No, of course, I know you admire my particular attitude of winning when I talk about how honored I am to be connected to you, but it seemed to me that I negotiated more on a reciprocal basis than that.
(Fact is, what Jacopo wants to know is what coaching skills I have for raising the three princesses. Or who I am that I know the flowers in the sky.... Either way, drinking this story is considered positive for me in the sense that I got the connection Jacopo)
I saw Jacopo while I was thinking about that in my brain.
I have eyes for him.
Each other's bellies are cracked - there was a grin just saying so.
"Deal is closed, thank you."
"No! Thank you for this one! No, no! I'm sorry I called you impotent!
"No, thank you again and forever"
I shook hands with him even as I felt uncomfortable being put on well. In the corner of my sight, while I made sure Marielle had bowed her head deeply, "Thank you so much..." I never lost my mind.