All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

"Uh, um..."

"Don't hesitate to pay a thousand lins!!!!! All you have to do is talk to me about everything to spit out the stars in my heart!!!!"

"Hey, why not..."

Make sure you're pushed by a hazy husky voice, then back off.

When I gave a thousand lins to a girl seeking charity in Park Square, she suddenly spoke out loud.

This is my first reaction even in Tarta, where I have participated in several church-led cookouts. I don't know what that means. I was normally scared.

But the person who calls himself a slave girl will not stop.

"I need your peace of mind!!!! Slave girls affirm all your words!!!!! So you can safely tell a slave girl that you feel like an idiot or a little heart offering that you think is trivial!!!! You don't have to be scared to put out words!!!!!"

"I see...?

I found a point in what my slave girl opponent had issued, and Tarta's fear was slightly diminished.

Slave girls properly, voices are the words and deeds of what startles them. And the phrase '1000lin ten minutes at a time' in my hand. It is believed that this is not something she is seeking to impose, it is something she is doing business with.

There is fear in what is incomprehensible, except if it fits into one's common sense.

"And the question is..."

"Yeah!!!!! You should keep asking what bothered you!!!!!"

"Is your business… finally, close to penance?

"Even if it doesn't hit, it's not far away!!!! But you don't have to think too deeply!!! I wish slave girls would casually punch their everyday grievances!!!!"

I felt more at ease by illuminating my knowledge with what was close to me. It gives me a sigh of relief when I'm someone who can also answer properly.

Apparently, she makes it a business to hear people's grievances. Because there is a penance room in the church, the idea of finding the same demand in the private sector to make it a business is not strange.

Tarta is a temperamental girl who can't use the penance room the other way around because she grew up in church. After making sure there is no one around, Tarta consolidates her determination.

I paid a thousand phosphorus for it. With courage, I opened my mouth.

"Then can you listen to me?

"Of course you are!!!! Slave Girl affirms all your troubles for ten minutes from when she gets a thousand lins!!!!"

"I've been kind of very tired lately...... no, I'm not. Yes, I am ashamed of my depth."

In words, here recently, I was clearly aware of why I was tired of not being able to talk to anyone.

The reason for tiredness here these days is not a matter of health. My emotions were entangled and I couldn't leave it was a burden.

"The depth of desire, in other words, is the power to move forward, the strength to grasp success!!!!! That's your beauty, so it's nothing to be ashamed of!!!!

"No, sir."

Tarta shakes her head. That's not the general problem. Don't let your troubles be the same as the people in the city who want success.

She's right, the heart you seek may be the driving force that leads to success.

But Tarta is a priest.

"I turned twelve a while ago. In a convent, you will be in a position to provide for younger children from the standpoint of just being fed after the age of twelve. Be a monastic supervisor or join the practice of the Church as a nun. I chose to work in the church as a miracle worker."

"Really!!! In a limited environment, you chose your path properly at your will!!!!! It's so great!!!!!

"Great or not...... so I got the money to be free, whispering but also the wages"

I started working. It was rewarding.

I got paid. For the first time in his life, his chest bounced on the money he was free to do.

Adventurer customers praised me for my hard work in reception. My smile spilled out of pride.

"I think I'm just a little more guideline than people. You're a brilliant temperament, you can do what you're told. I've seen and remembered the job itself for a long time, so I know what not to do and what recovery is when it fails. Everyone around you compliments me."

"Really!!!! Anyone who can do their job well is someone who supports and helps!!!!! You are such a nice guy!!!!!"

"But you shouldn't."

The voices that came out were less powerful than I thought they were.

"I'm a nun."

Tarta despised people who worked for money. Because the motive is impure. I hated adults who vomited the stupidity of their work. Because I looked lazy.

It's not for the surplus money, it's labor to get food to live. Service is a duty, and the abundance of inedible surpluses calls for corruption.

Greed is the sin of the heart.

Tarta has lived in the worst decade of the Empire. So just as I knew the misery of poverty, I knew the stupidity of abundance.

Now the doctrine of the Church was chanted, whether diligent or pure poverty.

But the truth is, I experienced working for someone and found out.

"I can't stand working without payback."

"I deserve to ask for something in return for what I do!!!! The person forcing me to volunteer is enough to spill this blood festival!!!!! You can smile and accept your own money!!!!!"

"That idea is not worthy of a priest"

Returns a vain voice to the voice of a slave girl who sounds if struck.

My sexual roots were just like those there, joyful to receive money and dissatisfied with the pro bono act.

To belong to the Church means to be detached from secularism. The life of a monastery equals the days of endurance.

So I never knew.

"I am a monster."

"It's nothing wrong!!!!! Everyone gets hungry and can do what they want!!! They are all the same!!!!!!"

"No."

Tarta began to have an overwhelming disappointment with herself the day she realized she was a monster.

Because.

That man who became a saint, he doesn't laugh.

"I know people who don't."

"The Virgin" Ez Ann.

Being both pure and poor, she did not ask for one thing, even with the great success of breaking the worst decade of the Empire.

I just live by my doctrine.

She's been in this city for eight years.

I'm beyond looking at it at all times. It is there beyond any ordeal, public or private. The clergyman admired it.

But.

"Like that guy, if I can't be, I don't know what it means to be a priest..."

"It's ok!!!!!"

I was somewhat disgusted by the irresponsible affirmation. The counter-invention pops out of Tarta's mouth as a word.

"How could you say that?"

"Because there is no way that you, who are working hard as a priest, are not suitable for the priesthood!!!!

Take a breath in the words of affirmation returned without any dimension.

It's unfounded language. It's a dialogue between people who don't know who they are.

But her voice had the momentum to blow her own self-denial.

"At the point where you are pointing in the direction of what you want to be, you are poised for what you want to be right!!!!! That means it's right for you!!!!!!"

"Wow, I want to be a proper priest! Yet there is no way that I, with a humble heart, can be suitable for the priesthood!

"Are you okay!!!! You are decent so you just have to be who you think you are!!!!!"

"I can't be. Hey, with this body!

"You can be!!!!!

Why not?

How can you say that when you hear your own serious confession?

Stuck in words to say back. I want to hear her bright affirmation, even though I know it's an unfounded and irresponsible word for someone who has nothing to do with me. Even though I know that what I seek is ugliness in my weakness, I am drawn to her words. As I eat in, I look forward to the next word.

"People can't be gods!!!!!! Because perfect people don't exist even if that's a saint!!!!

"Oh, that's not true. I know the perfect man!

"Any person can suffer from the difference between their ideal appearance and the eating of their own mind!!!! Even people who look perfect from the outside are something that has a contradiction somewhere in their mind!!!!

"Huh!"

The objection stuck in my throat.

I couldn't say for a moment that there couldn't be any contradiction in the heart of a saint.

The words of the slave girl follow, as they fill Tarta's strays.

"That's why you need to be lazy or stupid!!!!! Breathing out of work is not the inferiority of people!!!!!"

"Breathe..."

"Really!!!!! You are such an amazing person to know you are incomplete without any help and still be able to work hard on!!!!! So I just want you to remember this properly!!!!

The slave girl opens her mouth wide to affirm all about Tarta.

"Your work with someone can be someone's god!!!!"

My eyes got hot.

I grip my fist all the time and weep. It may seem silly to cry in the words of the first person you meet.

But Tarta's mind has moved a lot.

"So good luck!!!!! Even if you can't be a complete person, there are people who need you to be incomplete and hard working!!!!"

Breathe, to swallow something stuck in your throat. I don't spill tears. Breathe softly, swell her stomach, and Tarta replied.

"Ha!!

"It's a good reply!!!!! We still have time, so we should talk more and more!!!!!

"Okay! During this time..."

That's a long, short ten minutes.

Tarta kept beating the words out of anyone, in Park Square.

There was a woman at the reception in the church dungeon who was sloppy about the good things about not having eyes.

"Hmmm...... tired"

It is Furn who is blurry as he does. She had a little regret about putting it on in front of her junior year.

The twelve-year-old girl I saw on her way out of work, Tarta, looked pale, so I offered her an unexpected replacement.

Tarta does everything in order, so the roughness is not noticeable, but there is something serious about her personality. Because of the seriousness of growing up in a monastery, I don't think I've learned to breathe or anything.

Instead, I tried to make her head over to Slave Girl, but what do you think?

"That doesn't necessarily work, and hey. Oh, too. I'd love to go to a shitty shitty slave girl...... I also think Tata hates me a bit. Hard."

Furn didn't feel very comfortable with his work right now because he was in a return mode once.

It has been a long time since there was a ditch between a monastic raised priest and a priest who came in from outside. Especially like Fern, it's easy to be hostile when you're choosing a nun as a profession rather than a way of life. The sense of union of monastic groups is too strong to be somewhat exclusive to those who qualify and become priests along the way.

Tarta's consciousness would also come from it.

Gutsy, it was when Farn, who somehow finished his job, changed into his personal clothes and left church.

"Um, Mr. Farn."

The Lord of the Voice was Tarta. Whatever it is, Fern makes his eyes squeeze.

"Thank you for getting involved on the way today"

"You don't have to worry about it, do you? I did it on my own."

"No. So, um, I noticed something."

Tarta leads her gaze astray and still spins her own words in eye contact with Farn.

"I'm probably closer to Mr. Farn than Mr. Eze Ann."

"Yeah? Ugh, yeah. Most people think so, don't they?

"Yes, so I wanted you to tell me a lot from Mr. Farn"

It would be harder to find, such as a person closer to Ez Ann than Farn. Tarta asks Furn, confused as to what he wants to say, to go up and ask him.

"First, right? Like how to breathe... tell me"

With his eyes round, Farn makes his face shine all the time.

"Mochi!

Furn, who made his voice play, worked out a plan for where he could take his little junior by forgetting his work fatigue.