Have a chat with Cayenne for a while.
With that said, Knoll and the others, they've become two-feathered adventurers. Meena, you've been missed. Well, I didn't ask you at all. Cayenne went up to five wings, didn't she? Five is a chick, Arioshung is like a living legend who once stepped into nine feathers.
Hey, what did you talk to Marielle about? I was curious about that, too. You and I did go see the light bug, I'm curious. No, I'll tell you what, it didn't have to be the way my husbands expected it to be. Glad to be alive, like.
I think I've finally cracked it down with my little ones lately. Oh, Nell admired you so much, didn't he? After that, when you get along with Yufi, it's perfect, isn't it? Come on, husband, how broad are you trying to get your hands on a woman?
None of the unreserved conversations.
I'm intrigued by a conversation that's been awhile.
Soon the liquor proceeded and stayed up late.
Rutz said, "Are you staying today? I've heard." The second floor of the tavern, Mori Bear, is an inn, and he asks if he wants to stay there.
I said no lightly. "Lutz has become a fine employee, too," he praised.
Lutz said lightly, "Hey, there aren't many dishes I can make yet...... But it was really good because the general, the general and the customers are full of good people," he replied.
I think as I look at the dishes that are being taken down.
The dishes made by the Rutz of the Demon Nation are apparently made exclusively by way of a dish that has been put through fire so far. That's what they take into account at first. I guess it's a precaution to avoid trouble.
But will I be able to do dishes that won't put the fire through someday?
I followed the tavern Mori Bear with that in mind. I also broke up with Cayenne, and it was a good booze, to myself. I look at the moon leaving my perimeter alert to Meena, who's not drinking.
It was a beautiful full moon.
"Fighter?
"Yes, merchant"
Chitta said she would come back from her stone hauling job.
Standing upright doesn't make you feel tired.
Stone carrying is usually heavy labor. When bringing stone to Oasis Street, it is normal to carry large pre-processing rocks and then process them locally, so the stones carried by the Chittas are naturally heavy.
Repair of the tower prison (Carcel Tre).
If that's the extent, I'd rather rent a slave than rent an adventurer. I want adventurers to hunt demons and explore ruins. I want to borrow as many people as possible other than adventurers.
That's why stone hauling has come around to us.
You're more right when you hear rumors that the tower jail will be repaired, that I installed the job first.
It wasn't bad for wages, it was just the right job as a "talent consultant mitsuji" job to take up a lot of combat slaves.
Ask them to transport stone to the right people. I won't be able to work there for a few days. Stone hauling is heavy labor. etc.
So one of the six slaves sent was Chitta.
"But good luck for five days. I thought you even asked me to work as a stone carpenter.
"Yes, but I had a lot of fun."
Me, hey.
I smiled bitterly.
Chitta was a man winner.
From the looks of it, it's something to peek at. A musculoskeletal figure characteristic of the Auga race. He's a little taller than me, too.
Doesn't mean he's big. She's small for an org. Cayenne, for example, is also taller.
Small, but well trained enough not to make a woman feel. That's the chitta.
The personality is also clear and crude. Well put, he's like happy and cracked bamboo. It's hard to tell if nature is that, or if you dare to play that character.
"There wasn't a man who was luckier with stone than me. Ha."
"Well, Chitta works hard, she's got a strong ankle."
Good chitta.
"... and are you a boxer? What's the sudden problem?"
"Oh, I think it's time for me to try something."
She stops and starts shadowboxing horizontally.
The form is neither good nor bad. According to the appraisal skills, it felt like a fighting method, not a boxing one.
I reworked it a little bit and pointed out, "Tighten your sides a little bit, and then your left hand is busted". The form improved and the conformity rate of appraisal skills was slightly increased.
"Look, a merchant is familiar with some kind of fist fight, right? I feel like I can go."
"Aren't you too optimistic? No, in the first place, there's no such thing as a fighter."
I'll point it out for once.
A fistfighter, I'm sure, means someone who competes in a fistfight that is sometimes held in the desert festival hall.
Something like fight money does pay. They pay for the festival seat sales and the hearts and minds of lords.
But that's not all you can eat. The truth is, everything combines adventurers and the like.
"I know you do."
I'm just trying to get stronger.
Yes, she answered.
"You're not sure you're strong, are you? But in the meantime, you've seen the answer."
"In the meantime?"
"On the last day of the flea market, there was the semi-finals and finals of the fist fight, wasn't there? I've never seen a fist fight before in my life, so I'm really impressed."
First time.
I wondered if Marc had ever shown it to me before, but I immediately realized it. Probably never showed it to me.
The man did not see slavery as a commodity or not. I guess I wouldn't have allowed a slave to imitate taking a day off from work to go see a fistfight.
Maybe that management is more right. Even I might not have been able to afford a day off from work without some extra money from the pharmacy and meat stir-fry outdoor sales.
It's a coincidence to think of it.
I decided to take the last day off of the flea market because people in Oasis Street would be obsessed with the festival anyway, so it must refresh both the meat-stir-fried outdoor sales and the slave business in the main business.
I don't think that would make any sense to lock up the slaves unnecessarily, so I divided them into two groups in the second half of the first half, asked one of them to monitor the store, and allowed the other to visit the festival.
As a result, I guess Chitta found it.
fragments of the answer to what strength is.
"That was awesome. I don't know because it's simple, but I wanted to get to the point where I could go once."
"I see."
I generally understand her motives.
Close to admiration, it's still a new dream. I guess we should just see if she can find some deeper motives.
"So you're still thinking a little bit about becoming an adventurer"
"Yeah. That's what I'm gonna say."
Slightly retroactive.
I called out to Chitta, who had returned from a stone haul, to say, "Would you like to be an adventurer?" Probably will, I thought.
But please wait a little longer for her reply, was.
He's not dissatisfied with doing adventurers. He just said, "I want a little confidence," before he became an adventurer.
Wanting confidence means apparently wanting proof of strength.
I want to fight as a boxer. And I want to feel what strength is. That's what she said.
So to this day.
"Well, then I don't mind trying to be a fistfighter. I'll deal with them anyway."
"Really!
Undertake lightly without thinking particularly deeply.
I want to improve my martial arts skills myself. Besides, I think it's "yes" to let Chitta plant martial arts as a way forward.
I can train promising adventurers. Besides, if you had a good result from the boxing tournament, it would be good publicity for the talent consultant Mitsuji being well staffed.
I think it's just the right balance between selfish intentions and the achievement of her wishes.
"Oh.... I just have a question that you really want to punch into a fist fight"
"Uh, that."
"If you're not serious, you're gonna be tough."
"... Yes! Good luck!"
I hesitated to reply for a moment because, on the contrary, I found out that I couldn't be serious. On top of that, I think it would be preferable to reply well.
But is it because of old age that you think that the statement that you are unwilling to be strict, whether you really know it or not?
Whatever, from now on, it's the moment I decide to audition Chitta immediately.