All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

"Hey, Len. The other day, the leader gave it to me."

That day, after the adventure ended, the bowman's senior was involved.

The dawn of the sorceress's return brings us to a light dungeon exploration today. When I got home earlier than usual, the friendliest Frank senior in the party called out to Ren.

"Oh, excuse me. Something in the form of a senior."

This party is for eight. The chief among them are the leader and the female swordsman, the sorceress, and this bowman senior.

In the pleasure celebrations in the meantime, of the four main players, only this bowman's senior is in the form of non-participation.

Ren carefully chooses his words to react wondering if he would have been offended by the fact that there was a newbie like himself in there.

"Hmm? No, I don't care. Those two must have had a good time celebrating because he had an edge there."

"Edge?"

To the leader and the swordsman, what is the connection with the sorceress?

It's about my party. Ren, who got interested, asks a few questions.

"What kind of edge?

"Well, I'm not familiar with it either."

To Len's question of interest, he explained it very well.

At the time of the revolution ten years ago, it seems the leader was doing things like the guardian of a young sorceress who had lost her mother. And when the leader was married, the female swordsman took over the role of guardian, and took it from him. It means that the female swordsman looks after the witch magician as it is and lives with him.

That's the kind of fringe that led those two to pick up the sorceress. Ren seems to have come across the scene.

Speaking of which, I had somehow heard that the sorceress went into this party because it was Conne. Of course it would be the recommendation of a witch magician with strength, but I'm good at how that happened.

"But a guardian... I hear he's got a brother?

"I haven't even heard the details. Listen to this story again, and if you really want to know, ask him for more information."

The bowman's senior shrugs his shoulders.

Len agrees with that and so on. What, the private of the person you work for. I don't know if it's a good idea to step in. Not knowing too much about them is one of the means to facilitate relationships.

"Right."

I just kind of miss that kind of dry relationship, which Ren somehow just felt.

"First of all, even if they call me a pleasure celebration, in my case, they'll turn me to the side that gives me the money. I'm out of money this month. Give me a break."

"What's wrong with being short of money"

"Bakka, this is it, this"

The bowman's senior puts his pinky finger up good against Ren.

"Huh!? Senior, did you get her!?

"Oh. No, to be exact, you're almost there. Almost there, take that tavern sister..."

"Heh."

I didn't have to ask until the end and lost interest in the middle of my senior's words all at once.

I hear this bowman seniors have been putting in a tavern sister lately. He even went through the cost of living and said he was contributing.

That's the kind of business your sister is in, so it would be nasty to think that a good duck is where you spent how much money.

Jito, Len, who became an eye, advises.

"You can't buy love because you spent money on it, can you? Let's go through the trouble, not the money. It's communication. Communication."

"What? Uh, you're an idiot. You don't know anything, Len."

"What do you mean, you don't know anything?"

As the bowman's senior says, Ren mumbles back.

Building affection is not a lot of money. It's a mistake to bury the hassle with money.

Ren advised, though frightened by the basis of the takeover and sale from the slave girl, that the bowman's senior laughs with his nose, rather, at the shallowness of Ren like that.

"I see what you're saying makes sense. But, Len. If you spare no effort, you spare no money, and a man will be obsolete and seen lightly."

The bowman's senior tells the young Ren with a decision face.

"It's love that spares no money or effort."

One of my last bowman seniors felt surprisingly famous.

said the slave girl.

He said love is communication. He said we needed a dialogue that would take steps at all costs.

Now, from that point of view, communication becomes imperative to get close to a slave girl.

But Ren and the slave girl, they have no contact with the private. Slave girl's private life is wrapped in darkness or covered in a veil of something back-social. It's an area that you shouldn't step into if it's easy.

In other words, the only way to communicate properly with a slave girl is to follow in a thousand lins and meet her.

It is a way of spending both money and effort. Nothing is wrong. In Ren's head, the seniors' words justified the method.

But Ren had one problem this month with using slave girls.

"I don't have any money..."

Ren snapped with a sinking look.

It is. It is no exaggeration to say that Ren's possession has already been exhausted this month. Even though she was treated to a spill of pleasure celebration by a sorceress the other day, her finances won't recover. There's nothing there.

Ren's party, as an adventurer, rarely makes a monthly lump sum payment. While a minimum salary is guaranteed, the salary increases according to the benefit of the monthly party. Stable payments are assured among the many daily payments, but for that matter, I will not tolerate foreclosures, etc.

I mean, if you pay the fee you need to live this month from Ren's hand, there's really only a few left.

A situation in which even a thousand lins are spared. Still, if we're going to squeeze out the money, we'll need to cut the cost of living.

What happens if you keep doing that on an ongoing basis?

"Probably starving to death..."

In the imaginary future, Ren drinks his sawdust.

It is a mistake to pay to spare time. Ren learned it well.

First, we don't talk about starving to death. Love does not fill my belly. I know that's about as good as Len.

But it's love that spares no money or effort. Len was getting a little impressed with his senior bullshit.

I mean, it's natural to spend money on what you love.

"Okay."

Resolved, Ren decided to pay a thousand lins to meet the slave girl.

It's okay, I'm just going to cut my daily meal a little bit. If you could just talk to slave girls with 20% less meals, it would be cheap, wouldn't it?

Absolutely right!

So when Ren went to the square, he still had a foreman to say.

He was a rare customer.

……

She's such a young girl that she's not ten years old.

She opened her pretty purse in front of the slave girl and was soggy.

"Um, I got it for you. Someone here to nap and listen to me."

……

"But, um..."

'Come on,' would be one of the customers. Maybe that alchemist (alchemist) youth. A lot of years apart, but somewhat similar in appearance.

Even small children sometimes fail to reveal their concerns to their families. Especially the inner child has a strong tendency to do so.

A young girl with some troubles came here because she wanted to.

That's how you bravely visited Slave Girl. It's easy for her to cloud her words.

"All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn"

In the last number of that placard, "1000 Lynn," the young girl nodded her face.

"But, hey, I didn't..."

……

Thousands of phosphorus are a lot of money for children under ten. It will be roughly the full price of the month's visit. Just to be clear, it's not the amount a child can pay hey.

Slave girls must be aware of that fact, too.

It's unusual for her, and she's blurring her gaze about what's wrong.

Ren also somewhat guesses that the slave girl doesn't seem to be doing all the affirmations for profit only. It's her own rules of some sort that are receiving consideration, essentially what slave girls are looking for is not money.

Besides, the other person is a child. She looks like a cute, serious toddler. Be quiet, serious and quiet children tend to push themselves.

When left alone, thoughts only turn to the bad. Then the slave girl will think that she has to listen to herself here. But you can't break your own rules of accepting consideration, and you keep your mouth hidden with a plastic card.

……

You came up with something, the look on your slave girl's face brightens the pimples.

What to do. As Ren watched, the slave girl moved her left arm all the way.

"All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes at a Time 100 ■ Lynn"

I hid one zero of the placard with my left hand.

How about this?

The good smile of a slave girl can be directed at a young girl.

"... ugh"

I saw the gentle discount and still the toddler dropped her shoulder.

I understand. Ren, who was watching beside him, sympathized with the young girl.

I can't believe you don't even have a hundred hands when you're a kid. By the way, Ren's childhood was five hundred lins a month.

"... eh"

Slave girl, yes, and determined.

Hide two zeroes of numbers, ahead of the toddler girl who tried to snuggle home.

"All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes at a Time 10 ■ ■ Lynn"

I became ten phosphorus.

It is an entirely profit-oriented charitable action. How far will I get a discount? I kinda wanted to see the lower limit, Len, but before that, the young girl's face lit up a little.

Innocent toddlers who don't even think about rubbing discount negotiations take ten lins out of their purses and hand them to slave girls.

That's how you pepper and bow one.

"Oh, please, I will! Um, snail, thank you."

"Oh please!!!!!! You shouldn't care about your kids money!!!! Huh!"

The look on the face of the slave girl was the same bright smile as usual, but the rare slip of the husky voice only caught on for a moment.