When I left the mansion, I said, "Hey, it's the last day of the Lord's Birthday and... why don't we go somewhere together?" I've been approached by Miss Beliessa, but I say no.
Don't let others see you like that. Quite. It makes it very difficult to do it.
Firstly, Miss Beliessa should have to attend a standing dinner party at the Earl of Albert's from now on. I used to go out with guys like me who didn't even know it was this horse's bone. It would be a big scandal if I could do something about it.
So if I get another chance, please, I politely said no.
Miss Beliessa looked so lonely, I'll see you later, and waved at me.
(... in the end, can't find the answer)
Think as you go home. Am I doing the right thing right now?
This is the optimal solution no matter how many times you think.
You earn experience with your artistic skills while continuing the clay work that may work as an occupational therapy, beyond the lack of effective help to cure brain disorders.
And as for the key paintings, while I explore new techniques that I don't know about him, I ask him to do something a little new, like ink painting.
That's it. That's all we got.
(Hard to say, but progress has been made. If we continue like this, we will be able to accomplish the request without difficulty)
Walk down the night lane and cut the wind with your shoulders, feeling the late-night festival air on your skin.
Profits at this Albert Birth Festival are prizes for Chitta's semi-finals, as well as sponsorship contracts, and then meat stir-fry sales by opening a store in the festival hall with the help of Lutz.
Considering also the reward for this request, which was taken from the young lady Beliessa, it amounts to about eight pieces of gold coins.
That's all the profit in just three days. It would be an impeccable operating result.
(... it's not that the request was completed with any visible results. So inevitably, this is the kind of job I'm going to do.)
I'm not even letting you be an adventurer like Cayenne. It doesn't even make you pass the opera's admission test, like Marielle did. It's not like Chitta leaves a result in a boxing tournament.
A little more differently than Lutz's pattern. It was very easy to teach him cooking skills that he had not been allowed to cook, and it was for psychological reasons, not physical ones, that he was hesitant to cook.
Antoni, in this case, the technology is already in a far elevated area, but with physical difficulties.
It's none of my business. You just have to do what you were asked to do)
What I was asked to do, it was' I want him back in the world of art '.
I only agreed to consult on the guiding principles for returning to the world of art.
The rest depended on Antoni's feelings.
(Antoni eventually didn't try to tell us why he wasn't going back to the world of art. I didn't seem somewhere convinced to put the painting I have on hand to the world right now)
In short, I guess it's because I'm not convinced. The reason for this is probably not what he wants to draw.
Perhaps what he wants to write cannot be drawn without seeing the shape. But he can't see the shape anymore.
This dilemma must not be solved for the rest of your life.
(Curse, huh)
Oddly enough, the words I used to speak to Lutz came out of Antoni's mouth. The word curse.
Are dreams that don't come true unfortunate?
I went back to my shop tent, refreshing Antoni's words behind my head.
By the time I got back to my store tent, I had no idea this was going to happen.
Join the female bandit Pualani mother and daughter to visit the store at the Late Night Festival.
"We are shaking our awareness around us. No one notices Rinshin, I assure you," Mahadi, but that's not the problem.
"Oh, I just noticed, didn't I? You're really a smart guy."
"How did you know I'd noticed?"
"I don't care about that. Why?
They read what I noticed about Mahadi and the others with their expressions or signs.
Even I intend to improve my bargaining skills Lv.3, poker face and other technologies that don't understand my heart better than the crowd, but they're not suitable for Mahadi under heaven.
Then why don't we just reopen it and ask a lot of questions? That's what I call it.
"Speaking of which, can I ask you a question?
"Ask me anything. What?"
To Mahadi, who grinned and responded, her daughter, Pulan, opened her mouth to blame with a grumpy look.
"... Mother, you must not forgive me. This man is an outrageous, despicable man."
"Don't blow the crap out of me. This man didn't want to take your life. Besides, it's the first time I've tried to take it. You did something stupid early to get us out of jail, and in a way, you missed it.
I'm losing nothing as a result, and I'm not deeply reflecting on you thinking you got bit by a dog, am I?
"...... but there are good things to do and things to do"
"Hey. That's it, that's this, right?
Of course, I thought I saw Mahadi's tongue.
He looks at me with a lustrous smile, whispering, "If anything, go up from your bare hands and let this one have the same eyes." What can I do? Is it going to be a battle between LV.5?
I already know in my battle with Kathy that wins and losses cannot be determined solely by the level of in-room surgery.
It immediately undoes the thought that seemed to deviate from the inexplicable.
"I'm sorry about that one. The Oasis Street raid by Sabakudi Ougmo was a huge incident, so I wanted to keep the body that I tortured the killer from my first discoverer. … because it is not appropriate to be seen as a flavor of those to whom I have called Sabakudiougmo"
"You!"
"Okay what. Don't bring that story to the festival. Right?"
"Thank you, Mr. Mahadi. … so let's move on to the question"
I coughed lightly and I confronted both of them.
I have a lot to ask.
What is your relationship with Kathy or Hetty? What is your relationship with Jacopo or Arioshuong? What is the reason for your escape?
Do you know Arlecchino involved in illegal gambling? Do you know a guy who would drop you into slavery if you lost a battle? What kind of artist is Antoni? What fashion is art in these days?
They are all important questions. But we need to make sure that we don't get too familiar with it and get it over with so we don't get stepped in.
"I'm no longer a businessman."
"Thank you, I hope you both will be able to luxury me today"
"Well, then I'll be a treat."
"Hey, how soft are you?"
"Hehe, it's not a joke"
Mahadi, who seems to have fun laughing all the time, is only said to be a flower in the sky. Young at all, given her age, who has noticed using her appraisal skills.
By the way, I just thought my heart was really being read because my flanks were stirred with tremendous pain.