All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

"Sorry, Mr. Ren. I'm really busy right now."

Fern's response to Mr. Regular Sister was unsatisfactory for Ren, who ran into the church.

"Busy times, you know. Yeah, Len, maybe you don't know yet. But, you know, there's a wave of work, not a certain percentage of it. It's one of our peaks four times a year right now, and I'm sorry, but Ren, I have zero room for you."

Farn, who spoke pale and flat but slightly quicker, was completely indelibly faceless.

If you tap it with your finger, you'll have a teasing look and an unpleasant look. Humans, when you can't afford it, you lose your temper from your face. I'm not desperate. Something about despair is a little different. It's just that when fatigue, work and hard work overlap, nothingness can creep into the human face, and life is where adults realize they have to go in compromise with their vain existence.

"Well, still? Ren, I don't care how you say it, but, of course, it's the treatment department. That split could make someone's life too late, but, Len, are you okay with that?

It was a euphemism that you shouldn't come to work for personal use when you're busy.

"Well, it's not okay......!

Ren, who was completely freaked out by the eyes of nothingness, bows his head in a momentum that could be flat-headed, grounded.

"I'm so sorry I'm busy. The stress of your job is your time with slave girls."

"Slave girl, you haven't been in Park Square lately, have you? I wonder what happened."

"- Excuse me! Let me ask you something foolish or whatever at Mr. Farn's convenience. Bye!"

The nothingness of Fern's eyes darkened as he lost his place of stress. Ren chose to withdraw.

It's no longer in my hands. Hear as much stupidity as you can when the peak of your work and what you've done have passed. Now I'm just leaving out of the way. Be polite and leave the scene.

Ren took a breather in the chapel as he hurried out of the treatment department scene.

A reception has been set up for Sister to deal with, with many adventurers going out. It's a sight I'm totally used to.

The Church manages a different realm, a dungeon, born more of a person's emotions. It's an institution with deep ties to adventurers.

Adventurers are still in and out of the altar today, a lid that gathers the prayers of the city's people to keep demons out of the dungeon and also the entrance and exit for all eternity and the present.

Sitting in a chapel chair, Ren watches people come and go.

"Still, what's wrong with Slave Girl not being in the park"

I used to be away from Park Square a few days ago. I want you to make a quick comeback for Fern's stress. That's when I was blurry, thinking about it.

Noisy near the altar, the entrance to and exit from the dungeon, became apparent.

"Oh, thank you......! Without you, I would have been wiped out!

"Until I did what I deserved. We need to get the injured to the treatment department quickly."

"Yes!

Apparently, there was a rescue play.

Someone else helps a party in crisis in a dungeon. It is rare.

The helpful actor who helped the wounded adventurer was apparently one woman. Sleek, tall, stylish beauty.

I knew Ren.

"Instructor?"

"Hmm?... Ooh, aren't you a trooper!

As Ren was rounding her eyes, she noticed this one too.

Snow Alt.

Only he looks like a hundred points, and he's superb at martial arts. Also known as the 'Holy Knight', she waves to Len in a flamboyant manner.

"Teacher, what are you doing?

Snow has an ex-con who said he kidnapped Ren, and that he was acting unintelligible that he was putting an archery on him at the kidnapping destination. Though Ren said, "Well. He's an amazing famous man," he said, not deeply concerned by the mysterious convincing characteristic of the common man, who continued to call the instructor.

"I've been working in church for a while now. I'm entrusted with the treatment department."

"Heh! But I heard the treatment department is super busy right now..."

"Hanboki? What, that. Something special?

Snow leaned his neck strangely.

"I don't know, but I'm not too busy at all. They don't have a job in the treatment department. I'm free enough to be advised to go to the dungeons and help adventurers who are pinching."

It was a good bodily payment.

Even if the departments are the same, if they are in different positions, do they differ so far? Ren was wary of the difference between Fern's nothingness, which he saw earlier.

"So, crew. What's wrong with you? I'm just finishing my job. It's you, a future subordinate of no other kind. If you have business, I'll go out with you."

"Oh, no. It's no big deal."

"What, you and I are friends, right? Don't hesitate!

"No, uh, that's why it's not a big deal!

I know Snow has no offense.

However, when I consulted this person, I didn't feel caught up in what should also be called an event-distorting phenomenon. So Ren says no with a full affectionate laugh.

Even so, for some reason Snow approaches us in good faith.

"You're telling me not to worry about it, right? Look, tell me!

Shit. It pushes me off like this.

I am attacked by a sense of crisis and impatience. Ren knew how weak he was being pushed. It's another weakness that's not the same as getting pushed around by a pretty girl. Blah, blah, blah, blah. Ren is doomed to older and more prestigious opponents, both men and women.

"Yes, no... well, hey..."

Even as he pasted his affectionate laughter into his mouth, Ren prayed. I prayed to God because this is the church.

God, the only God who became great and created the world and created mankind. I prayed to the LORD to help me.

The more I accidentally and earnestly asked God for salvation, the more I had a feeling something bad would happen when I gave Snow a romantic consultation.

Usually, it's a prayer that can't be reached anywhere.

But this is a chapel. Exceptionally, his prayers were heard.

"Boy."

Harder than trampled soil, his voice sounded drier than the sand and dust in the wind.

I perceived the false transmission of prayer and Len's spine froze.

"It is a cloudless prayer, an inspiration, by a true desire. And the man of this world threw away the salvation of Almighty God foolishly because of the original sin of the late, which made him a sack of flesh."

"Wait a minute. Something, this is some mistake......!

"Therefore God never saves people. Though the hand of the LORD is omniscient, therefore man must surrender his original sin and be saved himself."

Ren's plea, which came true by accident, was completely ignored.

Because the woman is complete inside herself without being influenced by external elements. Ren's little excuse can't even make sense.

"It's always the way to get lost foolishly,"

Stand before a lost lamb whose iron-skinned nun carrying a large number of divine scriptures, Ez Ann, offered her sincere prayers in the chapel.

"In order to be on the right path, thou shalt hear the desire of salvation, this muddy body on behalf of thee."

"… that the treatment department is busy, isn't it?"

"Labor is a man's duty and a prayer to God. Leaning on the faithful is also the work of those who serve God. Don't get tired of piling it up."

…………

Ren sipped silently and turned his gaze around.

"What. I also thought when we met before, do the crew know Ez Ann? That's quite a trait."

"Those who know devout prayer know God's teachings deeply. The boy is a lamb with a good guide. Therefore, I was given the opportunity to know how to consolidate my path better."

"Right. I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Turn right and Snow Alto. Turn left and Ez Ann. Turning back for a moment, I saw Furn being busily killed by his admirable work across the door about to open. What a coincidence, I can only gaze at her for a moment.

Please help me, I can't help myself.

Immediately, my gaze was removed.

……

Farn abandoned me.

The fact that I was abandoned by a regular Mr. Sister who always helped me beat Ren's chest with a vain shock.

"Hmm. Shall we go to the other room then?"

"That's it again, okay"

Two women who wouldn't listen to people pushed her shoulder, and Ren, quietly desperate, was taken.