Now, on the fifth day of the flea market, I think I mentioned that I had two days left, but it didn't seem exactly the same.
The sixth day of the flea market, that day became the day of departure for Marielle and the famous troupe of Jacopos.
"It's not your last day."
"Yes, because the last day will be very crowded, and the Lizard flights departing are expensive"
At the end of Marielle's gaze was like a carriage using the power of a grounddragon species called Lizard flights.
In the desert sand, they take the tires, so the tires are like big solids, and the dessert lizard pulls on them to move on.
It is essentially night that Lizard flights travel. Rest tented near the oasis on the road by day and continue down the road at night to avoid the heat.
Therefore, Marielle and the troupe intend to open the launch at the store and make a little noise after the opera play on the sixth day, and then travel to the next city on a Lizard flight at a good time.
"Mr. Marielle, but is it good? It's my last day, so why don't you do some sightseeing?"
"No, I don't think I'm out of gratitude yet. … please let me dance again at a pastime performance at the store"
"No, I got more than enough"
I haven't been able to repay my debt, that's what Marielle said, but that's not true, and what a piece of gold and fifteen pieces of silver coins were in the sachet I received yesterday.
I thought I had received too much gold coins, so I tried to return one of them, but Marielle wouldn't listen if I had to pay them, so I thought I'd thank you.
Of course, I'll sneak up on about seventy silver coins later and give them to you, what a thought.
It is not an action that comes from the spirit of virtue.
If my employer Yakopo thinks I'm a snug person, he'll have an ass on his rounds with this Yakopo in the corner.
For this reason, it is this behavior that is the result of working with the intention that it would be in the best interest to behave this way.
(Oh?)
Looking out at the tent, Lutz and the three chicks were waiting.
I don't have a problem with it because it's not yet time to sell meat stir-fry or to perform a song or other pastime, but I was wondering what that meant and I called out "hey".
"... have you been noticed"
First, Lutz came with a scuffle. Three little bitches come behind them.
In a pattern where Lutz has a harem attribute.
How dare you think about it, Lutz was bowing his head lightly.
Actually, we wanted to say hello to Mr. Marielle.
"Oh, I'm glad. Are you an oak? You know, the kid who's cooking meat in front of the store, I know."
"I'm glad you remember. My name is Lutz."
"Oh, Rutz, that sounds like a smart name. Hehe."
"Oh, no, thank you"
A little lighting blinded Lutz for a moment.
Seriously, why don't you let three Lutz Girls samurai behind you and attack Marielle? What a joke.
"Mr. Marielle. I have seen Marielle play. [M]... I'm sorry for what I did to you."
"Hehe, it's good.... Oh, Lutz, did I even give you a bad aunt..."
"I can't believe you're an aunt! Well, I'm not saying that. I'm saying that."
"What am I, too," Lutz excised after breathing in.
"I'm the same as Mr. Marielle, I'm a demon who only had food...... You do what you want, but you don't get it, and you suffer."
"Oh, that's..."
"Well, if you keep dancing, it won't be appreciated, it was just a spectacle, and there's something about it that I really think about."
"... hehe, can I be clearer? It was just a spectacle, no matter how many scratchy women danced, it was a laugh."
"Oh no! Well, I think that's... the story of the roundabout"
Rutz was choosing words because Marielle said things that weren't so calm. He seemed concerned about the word "reject" because he knew how she felt.
"I respect Mr. Marielle."
"Respect? Well."
"... I haven't experienced it yet, but maybe that's what I'll see in the future"
……
"In that case, I'm not so sure I can still impress the world and repaint it..."
Lutz, a squeezing voice, was leaking words somewhere out of place.
Marielle replied to him like that with a smile that contained some self-derision.
"That's not true. I just wanted revenge."
"But"
"You know, I think it's funny how the world gets beat up by ugly women like me. Not funny as a schematic? Something finally got you guys on your knees, like.... I just wanted to."
"... Really?"
To Marielle with an ironic grin, Lutz still squeaks.
"But I think that's great. I want to beat it too, I've thought about it. Yes, but I, I don't know... I didn't think about it."
"That's fine. I'm sure you're right."
"No, it took courage."
It took courage, Marielle was surprised by those words, uh.
Lutz continued, yes.
"If they say my cooking is no good, then I'll beat him down this time. I think that's a very positive idea. That's what I thought when I was going to be in trouble, and I thought I'd eat my teeth out and endure it."
……
"Thank you, Marielle"
"... fu"
To Lutz, bowing his head, I felt like Marielle whining in a small voice, "Thank you so much" sounded slight.
"Glad to hear it, Mr. Lutz. Good luck."
"Yes, I'll do my best. … I will try my best to get the answer to what cooking is."
"Hehe, you look great."
"Huh! Oh, no, the"
Lutz, who's getting all twisted up at the next moment, was smiling at it. "That's cute," Marielle laughs, too.
And my three daughters also had something bittersweet to smile at seeing a less tight rutz at the end like that.
But from what I can tell, Rutz looked good, too. It is adorable to be swung around by these slightly older women people making fun of me.
"Um, uh, well, can I, too?
Go on, now Nell's out.
With a nasty attitude, he quietly stepped forward and said, "Ma'am, Mr. Marielle!" He was chewing by name. Seems a lot nervous.
"Well, I'm sorry I said something busy!
"Nell, right? Heh, no, that was a great word."
I wonder what Nell did in his sermon. I thought so and looked a little irritated and said, "Inspiration is wonderful. That's what he said," he told me.
I see. Were you going to tell him that then?
"If I'm touched even when I'm dying, I'm going to live. Even when I'm angry. If I'm touched, I'm going to forgive people.... That's a very good word. I'm so impressed, hehe."
"Uh, hey, that's what Mr. Jacopo said."
"Oh, yeah! Mr. Jacopo, that's a good thing, huh?"
"... Marielle. I'm touched by Mr. Marielle."
Marielle laughs, alas, at Nell, who shows a beautiful bow that sounds dusty.
"That's because the script was good. Thank you, Nell. And...... Toshiki."
"No, please take Nell more than I do. 'Cause this guy worked really good."
To Marielle, who also thanked me, I gently returned to Nell.
Nell, uh, was in the middle of a confused search for words.
"Well, the script is me, especially not doing anything, and the"
"Oh, I don't think so."
"No, if I were to convey Mr. Marielle's charm, I just thought I'd write Mr. Marielle as she is, and I didn't do anything"
Nell laughed like he was in trouble.
"I was listening to Marielle, and that's all I wanted you to do. So I'm pretty sure the opera was touching when I was on that induction test because Mr. Marielle seriously lived his life."
"Seriously......"
"I was already satisfied to see Mr. Marielle's opera. It was also a really good experience to script your opera, thank you!
I've noticed, but I think Nell's words are solid. Is it my fault?
Has she grown anything too? That's a bit of a pleasure, if you will.
"Me too, I'm impressed, thank you"
"I also thank you from me. Thank you."
Ili was awkwardly thankful, and Yufi was imitating it and bowing her head.
Marielle was smiling lightly, "hehe, I'm glad, thank you," she said.
It was a heartwarming interaction, for Christ's sake.
If you look up the time with the fudge oil clock, it's time for a good time in Jomtien. It fits well.
I urged everyone to get ready.
Everyone broke up once on the spot to get back to their place of business.
I had a feeling today was going to be a good day. And I'm sure it's actually gonna be a good day. It's the day Marielle travels, otherwise I'm in trouble.