Ten days is early. As soon as I'm distracted, it's over.
Me and Chitta even encouraged practice. It was time for the other slaves to seriously worry about my business because the way they encouraged me to practice was too flimsy. I'm not a slaver at all, this new master, and...
It would be if I saw it from them. Most outdoors call it sales every day, and I regularly pick up requests from Adventurer and Merchant guilds. Occasionally, I cook and eat lunch with Arioshuong's entertainment. Dispense them with clever slaves and sell them off to pharmacists. Regularly open events, spear dances, songs by the little ones, and meat stir-fried and liquor outdoor sales by calling Lutz to open the store. The work of the slaves is almost dominated by short-term contracts, to the extent that people really buy slaves from time to time.
It would also no longer be possible for Hetty alone, except for the slave covenant, which would only be described as just devastating.
This is all the more odd because of the slight increase in daily earnings due to a cursive turnaround in sales.
The slaves seemed to have more and more trouble treating me.
I thought I'd use it for a small period of time until now, and I'm a store owner at some point, and I'm busy working around, but that's subtle when people ask me if I'm busy working around as a slave trader. Advertising everywhere is not to be discouraged, networking and doing is extensive, thanks to which small jobs are starting to come around on a regular basis, but increasingly less like slave traders.
Isn't this the Alliance's subcontract clan?
In fact, it would be closer to that.
In partnership with the two-feathered Adventurer Knolls, he sends slaves to his Adventurer Guild job as training to do his small job on the job.
Even in the Merchant Guild, I take the lead in taking on tasks that require human slavery, such as loading and harvesting and delivering. The merchants also ask me to be cheaper because it's less expensive to ask me to do it than to mediate the Adventurer Alliance. Balance yourself to the point where you don't take too much of the Adventurer Alliance job, and I'll take that job, too.
As a result, Talent Consultant Mitsuji was thus becoming a standing position like the Alliance's subcontracted clan (which refers to a large gathering of parties as the clan, but among them, the subcontracted clan, which calls such an existence like an organization that regularly earns money from large requests of the Alliance).
When this happens, the way you shake yourself becomes more difficult. Even though it is increasingly necessary to separate jobs from traditional clans so that they do not have corners, it is necessary to go outside as sales.
I have days like going out of a tent once a day anyway. I'll train with Chitta this time when I get back.
What is a slaver?
I guess I look really weird to everyone just because I know what Marc looks like.
But they already seemed to accept.
When I was in Cayenne, I still seemed convinced. Because I only let him perform spears and stuff.
Even though he felt uncomfortable since Rutz, he accepted it as a sales strategy that combines publicity with money making.
But he was convinced after the Marielle case. You don't want to leave a name, let me do what I'm good at, and as the dialogue goes, he says he manages to respect the wishes of each and every one of us. He said it would be cooperative as long as profits were expected.
"Chitta, can we go tomorrow?
"It's okay, merchant"
Next to Chitta's abs, I kept doing my meds. You're right to waste your spare time in the dispensation to see how Chitta is doing.
I was relieved to see how serious she was. As it were, one person decided to continue his thinking.
Impressions of the slaves.
It must have looked like this to the slaves. The fifteen-year-old who works to know that it's a sales strategy and a publicity strategy has managed to succeed every now and then in hitting a bullet like a spear dance strategy or an outdoor sales strategy.
I guess I changed my view when I repeated a battle that had less financial losses, unexpectedly or unsuccessfully, and later became known that I was working to spread sales and allow regular jobs to be ordered.
I am no longer seen as fifteen children.
Instead, he was treated as an odd man who could do both sparring and dispensing.
I just said Meena, Hetty, Nell, Stella and Chitta are the ones who honestly respect me.
The other slaves are frightened by my versatility.
As a matter of fact, I have certainly felt something like being insulted by the slaves. He said he was a child of his age and a sweet person. My husband, who gives the slaves a very sweet treatment, a little.
When was the time when it came to be recognised that it was not sweet after time?
Because spear archery was tougher than I thought? Since the amount of work I get a little bit more? Because the archery of the song to Marielle was intolerant?
Recently, the atmosphere has seen a lack of relentlessness in mentoring Chitta, reaffirming the perception that it's still not sweet.
I've been having fun lately.
I feel that things are slowly getting better around me.
Is it because of the number of stats and the accumulation of skill experience as visible numbers?
Is it because when I talk to people through sales, I get the fulfillment that I'm working now?
Is it because you are relieved to get a steady source of income, such as medication and job orders from the guild?
That's why every day is fun.
And that's why I really want to make Chitta win. I've never been a slave for 40 days.
I want you to win.
This, in a way, is also my challenge.
It's a great opportunity for my mentoring skills, my appraisal skills, as those litmus.
(I want Chitta to win. I feel that way, too.)
And most importantly, there's this guy who listened to me for forty days and kept me training.
As much as I want him to have a good look in his eyes, I think it's a normal emotion.
"... excuse me for a moment"
"? Oh, I'll be fine"
Once out of the tent. Because I felt signs of people.
I figured it out as soon as I went outside.
Silver-haired elves.
The view of the night is outside, and the moonlight gently illuminates the desert. One girl stood in a world where the fire lit up the darkness.
Yufi.
There was a mixture of a suspicious look and a slightly surprising look. It was nothing like her usual hostility towards me.
Uffi had apparently come to see how Chitta was doing.
"... you noticed?
"Sort of."
"... more and more human apart..."
I only gave her a "yes" when she looked up at me with a smiley face.
She wanted to say something to me like that, but she opened her mouth feeling like she wanted to hear more than that.
"Um, you know, I think Chitta can beat that Kathy...?
"About 30%. Fighting is the luck of time."
"30%..."
Thirty percent is an appropriate figure, but in my opinion it is lower than half.
"You talk a lot lighter. I can plainly say that Chitta is unfavourable. I wonder if there's any remorse or anything like that."
"Rather proud. An amateur with zero wins has become an athlete who can expect to win 30% in about 40 days."
"... you're dry"
"No way. I want you to win 100% if you want. But after that, we're just in a position to believe it or not. It doesn't change the truth when you pinch emotions."
"... well, that's what I thought you were like"
Ironic grin. It's like self-derision towards yourself remembering sentiment. Or maybe I'm more right doing my business pale in front of you, but it's like letting the nuance of incompatibility drift.
Yufi, with a grin like that, was as eye-catching as ever.
"... hey, hard work"
"Oh."
"... nothing."
"Sometimes you'll be rewarded"
I decided to answer the answer I didn't even ask for. Uffi shut up about it.
"... free time? Or dojo?"
I learned Yufi's feelings for not daring to say anything about her spare time.
"Life is easy in a long time."
"... yes"
"I'm just going to be facing it seriously, not so much as a road trip"
"... you must be lying"
"True."
Two people pushing silence again.
"... don't you think it's hard sometimes to show hope poorly?
"Yeah, but you know what I mean."
Yufi's eyes were shaking.
"... how can you always compromise when speaking is a grand language?
"Optimal solution and balance. Later, it's business. Gold and clutter are always accompaniments.... I'm going to be reasonably sweet."
Another step closer Ufi.
"... what makes you so poke and move?
"I guess it's because I want to be like this. I want to be happy."
There is a look on her face that I can't understand more and more.
"... why aren't you bothered? You don't have a grid? When did you always make up your mind by yourself and put your emotions on the table?
"My feelings are on the table. Goto is worth it. The only reason I can decide is because I have experience there. If I live in the mood once I'm dead and reborn, I can handle this."
"... shallow for it, and why is it so emotional?
"Wait, you're misunderstanding me. I'm not a bothered person or a person whose emotions are not on the table. You're right to say that you're giving up."
"... giving up? You must be the worst person in the store to give up.
"I've been living with all this giving up. I know it sounds like a lie, but I was the kind of person who was clever enough to do anything, so I gave up a lot of details and lived. … it's fun because I don't give up much right now"
"... you're a lot of people, but how come you do that habit, the insensitivity that really pisses people off or deliberately whisks people's trauma?
"Don't be angry, okay? Because it's efficient.... I mean, I'm not seriously trying to irritate you, or inadvertently twitch your trauma. Most of the time he talks to me from the other side. If you're doing that unconsciously, I apologize."
"... hey, what do you want?
"What I want to do. Do what you all want. It's fun. Instead, it's hard to live with it, but it's your own fault. I'm someone else, I don't feel like I know you."
"... are you someone else? I thought you were messing with your family. I didn't treat the slaves as slaves, so I thought they were disgusting people just messing with their families..."
"You know what? Though I would have narrowed it down a bit more than others. I'm going to be close, and I'm pretty close to the guy who keeps me close, and that's normal, right?... hey, you were cold to me because you thought I was the bad guy with the family?
"... there's that too, because I thought you were an ego person..."
"Well, it's ego.... were you pushing your dreams? Didn't I tell you before that it was the same as Jacopo? You hit half. But you're about to be a man who wishes others happiness, I am."
"... Hey, you don't like me, do you?
"No, well, he's a fucking kid, and he thinks it's even more annoying because he's a good-eyed fucking kid. But not as much as I hate it. That's not a big deal."
"... are you sweet? Or are you giving up? Is it easy to read? Hey."
"I don't know. I'm just maintaining a balance that I'm not tired of. That's my problem with feelings. I mean, it's a matter of feelings, so there's no answer.... Yufi, don't think I have an answer for everything. There's more or less an appropriate part of the world."
"... you like to obscure it? That's what Meena and Hetty do. To Nell."
"No, that's not the nature of the problem. It's a world of multiple marriages.... Plus it's possible that my current feelings are not romance, but admiration or deception, because there's no reason for me to make that much money right now, so I just want to get into work and make more money first, along with how they look. That way there will be no failures."
"... where are your feelings? Not just love, but work, that way of life."
"Don't ask me difficult things.... I don't know either. Ambiguous, but you want to be happy, you want to do what you want to do, you run out of it.... I know you'd be surprised, but I was actually more of a geese in the past, a way of life and all that. Now that I'm really free, I'm pretty good at what I want to do."
"... what way of life have you lived? I don't know anything anymore, no, I know, but I'm not sure..."
"I'm going to live normally. The process of thinking is different because blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...... hey. I tend to be a smart guy like you, but that attitude I try to measure on my own measure with the intention of finding out about someone else. You're messing with someone else. So I suggest you measure up a little better, or I suggest you respect someone else a little bit."
"... I think you're amazing. But it's hard to respect..."
"Don't be impotent. I'm not living to be respected. I am. Be my guest.... Well, I admit I've been working a little hard to set an example, but to that extent"
"... I may not have misunderstood you."
"No, that pisses me off. Honestly, you don't see anything, so don't talk about me."
"... sorry"
"It's too late to apologize. Look, the speed is sincere. Next time, apologize to all kinds of people."
"... I thought you were a kid about the same age..."
……
"Why are you shutting up?
"I admit it sounds like a kid... but I'm a little shocked"
"... you,... no, you're right"
"Sleep fast because it's good.... I'll have some more practice with Chitta"
"... Bye"
What is the sudden problem? Uffi had become a questioning demon at some point.
After a long questioning, Yufi's expression somehow ceased to be sunny, and instead he was calm on the one hand. Or say you saw something just a little like emotion.
"Next time, I'll call you your husband. I hate to die, though."
"You have a good personality."
I laughed unexpectedly at the dialogue when I walked away.