All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

The lounge had a subtle atmosphere.

The regular Mr. Sister who sat Ren face to face, well, he was worried about what to do.

My acquaintance's complexion and behavior seemed so bad that I stumbled into the break room. I don't want to start without listening.

"That's okay, leave me alone, you son of a bitch inferior to Yadkari like me..."

"Yadkari, hey"

Ren was in a very depressed state on top of it to see.

In the meantime, I'll wave yadkari talk to make it a thread for conversation.

"Speaking of which, you know what? Yadkari is said to be parasitic to shellfish, but in fact, we only have empty shells in our house. Besides, when you go into the shell, you clean it exactly. It's great."

"Sorry Mr. Yadkari...... I'm a son of a bitch who hardly even cleans the house......!

Negative mode accelerated for some reason.

Not in a sitting position - and apologizing to Yadkari in the depressed world for that look. I laugh bitterly inside that it's a critical line to abandon.

There seems to be something going on, but how do we find out? When a regular Mr. Sister had accounted for Ren in negative mode before, something broke.

"Furn."

"Senior?"

When I looked at the entrance to the abnormal noise, for some reason there was a faceless senior Sister who entered the room gripping a brass door knob.

"Why are you breaking the door?

"Naturally damaged. Destruction without spirit in all things is trivial. Don't stop worrying."

"Oh, really?"

It is normal driving around subtly out of conversation. Ironhide has no discouragement voice. It's always the appearance of a slightly weird person with a large package packed with a divine scripture in his back.

I discarded what was a door knob that compressed and turned into a small chunk, seemingly. Normal standards do not apply to this person's physical abilities, who is constantly wearing protection. Ren was obviously frightened by her unusual appearance.

An expressionless senior Sister looks at Ren with a slightly less clear eye.

"This is the nostalgia of the infield. The realm of priesthood. Why are you out there?"

"Oh, is this the girl"

Apparently, they don't like the fact that outsiders are standing in.

Before he brings himself in, the regular Mr. Sister immediately begins to introduce himself that this senior is likely to like.

"Not long ago, I was a kid who collapsed because of too much fasting. I thought you might be doing the same thing again."

"Ho."

It was difficult to understand because there was no expression and very little discouragement in my voice, but I felt that my voice, which was just a little strained, loosened up.

"It is an inspiration. Fasting is a cleansing. Hungry is more than godly. Sharpen yourself at your will and refine your spirit. I see myself as a compatriot who was born to serve God by completing my exams to the limits of my body while not in the priesthood"

"That's right."

Regular Mr. Sister snorted at his faceless senior, who spoke of the splendor of fasting. Of course, the regular Mr. Sister is not willing to fast bad for beauty and health, etc. But I don't deny anyone who likes fasting.

"Um, is this guy...?

"Oh, yeah. He's a great guy."

Perhaps to Ren, who has asked, Mr. Regular Sister introduces with a smile.

"I think it's famous, you know. It's called Ease Anne."

"What is Ez Ann..." The Virgin "!?

"Yes, yes."

Ren's surprise is enormous, having met some brave men during this time. The regular Mr. Sister interprets him as surprised that the 'Virgin' is in front of him because he doesn't know what's going on with Ren. After a line of brave men, not much is known.

And the regular Mr. Sister, with a smile, thinks of a way to wish for this faceless senior to pick it up for now.

This senior has a verse that somehow doesn't recognize a person's heart because he doesn't know what it is. It's not a bad person, but it's an idea of equality, for better or worse. At least, I'm not the one who talks to me about something and fixes something.

"Could it be, boy"

Well, I was going to be more likely not to show interest in Ren in the first place, but contrary to the expectations of such a regular Mr. Sister, the expressionless senior entered the room once again. I kept my face close to Ren all the time.

"It looks different now than in the middle of a fasting line. Then what will happen?"

"Senior, do you know that too?

"Neither. The face is different from the fasting. This state is not the origin of the flesh"

"Then is it a mental shock or something? What do you say, Ren?"

"Oh, the..."

"Hmm."

Even if I point the water at it, it's hard to say.

The expressionless seniors rather push against the regular Sister, who is about your age and seems to have a lot going on.

"This self is sanctified while a nun. You have a secret of relaxation, so confess."

I'm a little lost, but it's also true that I want to hear the circumstances. It is also true that talking will make your mind easier. Watch the change here to leave it to the fortitude of expressionless seniors.

"Actually..."

Did you lose the power of your faceless senior, or did you feel like spitting it out on someone? Start talking pompous.

"- I mean. Think I can talk about anything if I'm a slave girl, and do the opposite...!

"Yeah."

The regular Sister who listened to the circumstances downplayed Ren's rating a bit. Especially around where I went to see the slave girl with the money I received from the girl I started living with. I couldn't help but follow up.

"What a few things. crappy secular way, lamentable."

"Fair enough, seniors. Don't say that, let me look at you in the long run. He's just a young kid, so he's the food for one or two of his failures."

"It makes sense."

At the behest of Mr. Regular Sister, the expressionless senior looks at Ren.

"The work of this world is heavy, but it is therefore also a guide to the land of forgiveness. Thou hast made a confession. Forgiveness is next."

"Loose - what can I do!

Shit, we have to stop it.

The regular Mr. Sister was attacked in a hurry.

I can't even get my thoughts around in time to save the poor boy who asked me for advice from the person I shouldn't ask for the most salvation according to more.

"Rejoice."

"Rejoice...... is a donation, right? For now!

Len took out a thousand phosphorus in a motion he was used to.

Too soon. And I'm not lost in movement. The amount of money you take out and the movement is staining your body.

Regular Mr. Sister turns into a troubled face because of Ren's thoughtfulness, which he didn't have long to stop. Not only did Ren move, but it was also surprising that this senior recommended donations first, and he failed to stop them.

But you can't just push back on the offer.

"Yeah, well, shall we take it to the dock?

"No"

I thought it would be a bad idea to personally accept donations to the clergy that would be small, but the expressionless seniors shake their heads.

"Pure goods shall be carried out in front of the person"

At the same time, the light lights up in your palms. It is the light of purification that destroys the demons.

Mr. Regular Sister's suspicion as to why he did that on this occasion soon cleared up.

Money disappeared in the light of faceless seniors' purification.

"To?"

Money disappears in the light of purification that destroys the demons. It was a phenomenon that Mr. Regular Sister did not know, so I am flabbergasted.

The extent to which the light of purification has an effect is assumed to be 'contrary to the teachings of God and unacceptable to be on earth'. The specific subject depends on the interpretation of doctrine, but more or less the clergy targets demons, so much so that even extremists include pagans.

But it seems that this expressionless senior is not allowed to have money on the ground either.

"Um, seniors. I gave up on this girl, and I thought it was time."

"Furn."

Even as I sweat cold at an act that, to be honest, touches the law: erasing money, I try my best to make a smile and ask you to leave.

But it was blocked.

"I'm not impressed with the bending of the Rejoice"

"Dissolve, is it?

"But there are many wicked people in this world yesterday who wield gold as a pardon mark. Money means nothing more than food and consideration for labour. It is equally foolish to obtain surpluses and to spend on surpluses. There is no spirit in money. There's nothing wrong with that."

"It is, indeed"

Simply put, it's depressing that you're paying for it. I can agree with that, so the regular Mr. Sister nodded unexpectedly.

"Admittedly, it is not stingy to admit that money is sufficient as long as it is the consideration of hard work, the basis of life. But the surplus release of money cannot be a must for forgiveness. Not to mention exonerations and other verbal preaching. What you seek is a spirit of penance that shreds you. It is the pain of being torn apart of raw food that makes me regret it."

"Nnh..."

I don't know what you're talking about for a second, but I found out you're telling me to give you all my property for now. Besides, around being able to erase money with the light of purification, I'm not willing to use what I've donated usefully. This senior is willing to erase all the money he receives in the name of pure wealth in front of Ren.

It sounds better if you say you don't have a personal heart, but it sticks better like you don't have a heart. I'll figure out what to do with you being a troubled senior.

"Boy. Go on. Purify your wealth. Tear yourself apart and sink your spirit into pure poverty. It is the painful process that strikes you that will loosen the sin."

"Yay, sure... if only I didn't have this kind of money...!

Ren, who apparently intuitively understood what Ez-Ann was going to say, took his wallet away with his trembling hands.

You're susceptible to being influenced by others. Though I think this kid just goes in between and stops.

"Because that's not the problem! Seniors, please wait a minute."

In Ren's case, it's not a problem that happened because he has money. It's a problem that happened because I don't have any money. Assuming I have all my hands here, I can't make any progress where I purified them.

"Fern. Why stop"

"Was it in the original that the banknotes were bad in the first place!?

It's not sneaky to drop a sentence of acquaintance in front of your own eyes.

The first thing you need to do is think back to the original book of the Divine Book. This faceless senior is a fundamentalist. You don't put good and evil on things that aren't in the original. And the original script was written in the era of barter. The notion of banknotes does not yet exist. It should be strange to purify something that doesn't exist.

"Regardless."

It was a quick answer.

"This is the case in Book III, Chapter 12, Verse 1 of the Divine Scripture. 'Take the cloth and ask for forgiveness. It doesn't even arrive. arrogance to obtain forgiveness in surplus. Surrounded by the flames of sin'. The cloth of this era was a symbol of wealth, enough modern money. The act of offering it and escaping sin was arrogant and touched God's wrath. Therefore sin was not laundered with money, but was extinguished by the flame of sin. In other words, money is the devil."

Scary to interpret enlargement.

Mr. Regular Sister clung his cheek to the interpretation that the punitive doctrine of financial arrogance is a denial of money.

"In the first place, that, that. Ju, it's in a different order. Before you can obtain God's forgiveness for free, you must first commit sin!

"Hmm. It makes sense"

I make confessions of penance in the Church, I ask forgiveness from the victims with the help of the clergy, and I ask for forgiveness to God in prayer and commandments. That's the only way to launder sin.

I've done my penance. Then the next step is to obtain the forgiveness of the person and, in this case, the slave girl.

"Boy. Sin which thou hast made, and forgive thy victims. It is not too late to obtain the divine obedience to absolve the sins of this world. It was premature to get no keys in this world and to pray in heaven"

"Yeah, yeah. Oh, I'm coming with you! Seniors, yes. I think you can do it afterwards!

"I see. Farn would be fit"

"Right!

"Ri. But the spirit that makes up fasting. Don't hesitate to wish for pure wealth. promising."

I'm relieved that you've convinced me somehow. With such a regular Mr. Sister sidelined, the expressionless seniors unload their backpacks.

"Give the Divine Book. Load. Know the power of God. Deeper, Closer Than Now"

"... to? Is that okay, seniors?"

"I will also write down what I have given. Copies are one of the exams. I never hate hard work."

What this faceless senior holds is not a hard copy of printed material, but a copy that is a reproduction of the original.

On parchment paper dyed deep red with more than ten sheep crushed skins, gold-leafed decorative pages and even leather fittings on the cover. When it is a complete reproduction of the original book, it is valuable even on an urban scale to the extent that it cannot be obtained without going to the central library.

What is more, it abides by the commandments and has a theological significance in the copies made from the hands of Ease Ann in the Holy Position. Just loaded by a regular Mr. Sister, who has little interest in theology, is enough to make some secrets available.

"In the meantime, no matter how much I give, I can't run out of teaching. It is impossible to spare preaching. Give, and if we divide, the faithful increase. I have been entrusted with this land. Therefore, there is not enough foundation for teaching to take root in this land."

Don't show any untrained on the hassle-free stuff and let it go. I honestly find that attitude respectable.

"Encourage, boy. I hope you don't have enough followers."

I set aside a large number of divine scriptures and walked away pretentiously.

"Uh..."

Left Len takes one frightening book in his hand. It's a thick copy that weighs a lot more than just one book.

"Can I have it, this?

"Right. If you don't take it, you'll probably get it because you're angry."

It shouldn't be a bad thing as an adventurer to be able to use a secret.

Ren turns the page flat and giggles. It was a terribly laborious decoration on every page. Put it back where it came from with a neat hand.

"Something, you're an amazing person"

"Ugh, yeah. He's a great guy, a lot of things."

Thanks for the short exchange of questions, and apparently impressed by the fact that he was given the divine scripture at all costs, Len is sparkling his eyes. In fact, there's something overwhelming in the sense of awesome, that guy.

This kid, even as he gets a little worried that he seems weak on authority and heels, the regular Mr. Sister turns to Ren.

"Again, Mr. Ren. My advice to you, Ren, is to live with her."

"It's not her..."

"... isn't she?

"Yes."

She was Mr. Sister moaning that young kids these days were a little unsure that men and women who didn't even go out with each other would live together, but she knew the world was wide open.

I tolerate any exceptions other than my own common sense that would happen.

"Well, I won't say anything because that's your private life, Len. I'm just not too aware of living with other people, so shut up and listen?

"Yes."

To put it a little harder, it softens.

Honestly, that's a good thing about Len. It's also a drawback that it's just too honest to be influenced by the bad things about weird people.

"Great. Let's start with the money."

What is the dissatisfaction with a girl who's going to behave like a soft handmade beef stew of meat in the morning that's not going to be complete unless it simmers for more than three hours in the first place, be responsible for her, I think Mr. Sister would rather you come to us because she pays for that, but I know she's an outsider, so I can only stay on life advice.

"I do think you, Len, are entitled to rent from that child. I think you can spend that money on Ren's freedom, and it's not the kind of thing anyone would complain about."

"Yes."

"But it's unlikely you'll have to pay the rent in full. Give back half of what you get immediately, and live with the remaining half before you have any money. If you live together, half the fold is basic. Regardless of each other's income, spending is absolute."

"Yes, what is it?

"It is. All the more so when it comes to patterns where we are not responsible for each other's lives. Yeah, I guess not."

Shake your head at your words and say it again.

"If you want to be on par with that person, do so"

"I will definitely do that"

He seemed to get it right if I told him, and Ren nodded with a serious boy's face.

In response, I guess I'm the one who wants to take care of the relationship.

"So, it's absolutely forbidden to go to a slave girl until her own money comes in. Okay?"

"It is, yes"

"Great. So, when's the money coming in?

Five days from now.

"Yes. Shall we go to Slave Girl's at that time? Because I'll go with you. It's all right. She's such a good girl, she'll understand if you talk to her sincerely."

"Thank you......!

Presentation and assistance in resolving tedious problems. And Ren looks up with his grateful eyes.

Mr. Sister, looked up, cheeks that he was a handy kid.

Ren simply doesn't have much experience in life.

The distinction between good and bad things is not clear because you are young. Roots are good kids, but sometimes they lightly soften up absurd failures. Sometimes it means I've come out of the country, and I guess I don't really understand the finesse of fluid interaction.

And I'm not sure how my emotions are either. Plus, I can assume the other girl that she's living together feels the same way.

Somehow, it's a cute relationship.

Len and the girl that we live with. I'm even more advised that we'll need to draw lines for each other, even though I think it's weird.

"It's important in living together with it. Be sure to tell them what you are patient with."

"Are you patient?"

"Yeah, I am. You do, Len."

Do you have any idea, snort?

Naturally. Living with someone else is unlikely to be comfortable.

"A lot of people are unconscious, but patience goes hand in hand with what we're giving others for free."

"Ha."

"Bearing is an act, and what you do for others. That's why you're stressed out if you don't get paid. Moreover, patience is often not communicated to the other person, so it is very unhealthy to endure it in silence. Unlike money, you can't measure with numbers."

"Yes, what is it"

"It is. It stacks up even though it's invisible. It's a big deal."

Not only is it invisible to others, but it's also invisible to them.

That's very scary. You have to realize it's a scary thing.

"I put up with this later - or something like that, but I think you did it on your own. Don't be patient, do you? There's definitely something you have to put up with, so don't even think about rebelling against anything you don't care about and making it right."

Money can be divided by numbers, but feelings just bump into each other if you don't let them lean in. Tell them that it is better to communicate their dissatisfaction.

"So if you have patience, tell them that you have endured each time. So get them to pay attention. Patience, tell, they respect their patience, too. That's healthy. There it is."

"Yes, I understand!

"Yeah, okay! That's all from me, Mr. Wren!

Ren's complexion also returned to life. This opens and dissolves to a healthy reply.

Standing up, Ren bowed his head deeply.

"Um, thank you so much for bothering me before and today......! I'll make it up to you."

"Hmm, well, I'd say never mind, but can't you do that either? I hope you'll enjoy your meal sometime."

"Ha!"

Pleasantly, Ren leaves the room with a book presented by Ez Ann.

Miss Sister laughs bitterly when she drops it off.

"You're young..."

Squeeze and stretch your body a lot.

I've been apologized for and frightened, but a kid like Len relies on me - honestly, I don't feel bad.

Regular Mr. Sister gets up laughing.

"Well, I have to get back to work, too."

When the break was almost over, she returned to the workplace where she had a pile of things to do.