Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Miriam seems to have a lot of work to do, including securing stores, developing sales channels, and securing personnel to make tools.

"... what shall I do? It's a little hard to make something and deliver it exactly."

"There's something else we need to prioritize."

Alfred, Viola has an anti-demon job in the development of a communications machine. Therefore, during the sale, it was necessary to secure the craftsmen for production.

"If that's the case, I think the commercial guild will introduce you to the craftsmen. It feels like you're going to hire me to work here... well, I'll take care of someone I can trust. Normal craftsmen can't handle the root parts of the magic props."

"Demonic props have to be quite expensive when it comes to selling... I think we'll figure it out because it won't be that many deliveries"

"If you have to, I'll help you too."

Talcott says, Alfred grins and nods bitterly.

Now. Commercial and industrial guilds have arrangements between union members, including sales prices and percentage points, secrecy of technical information, quality control of products, training of successors, etc. … They have decisions on a variety of matters.

Ignoring this, they're going to be nail-bounced by the commercial guild, and they're not going to be able to get it for their convenience.

Not to say that when you are exiled you cannot do business...... but isolation helplessly will create production, purchasing, sales and all kinds of inconveniences.

I'm not a member of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry Guild, but I don't mind my arrangement with Miriam if it's a matter of course. As for this one, if we can get the stuff into circulation without much hassle, that's enough for extra income.

We largely decided what to arrange, and that concludes the conversation. That's what I thought, but Miriam said something a little unexpected.

"What do you think? As you can see from the Ambassador's thoughts, decorations on the product… or trying to carve designs, etc."

"Is it a design?

"I like rare and new things, and I also took a trip to the theater the other day. We also listen to the Border Theatre philosophy. I thought I could sell the product and incorporate the philosophy into the design."

... I see. When the product becomes popular and at the same time has the opportunity to touch the background of the design, it also automatically becomes an enlightenment. It would work like a brand logo, and it's not bad. If only quality control was clear, it would work positive.

"That's an interesting idea. I'll think about it for a second."

"Thank you. Then I will come back to say hello when the store is located. Uh, yeah, by the day after tomorrow."

Looks like he's going to set up a store in the East Side, considering the convenience of contacting me and Alfred. Well, if it opens, does that mean you're a neighbor?

"Okay. I will be able to prepare the design by then. This will be your address."

I wrote down my address on the paper and handed it to Miriam. Miriam receives a piece of paper stating the location of the inn she is currently using to contact me.

- and so on and so on, so it was decided to leave the assembly hall behind. Miriam's footsteps along the aisle are light and can be seen alongside her feeling that she is burning with all kinds of motivation.

Well...... as far as I appreciate being highly motivated. Alfred and I look at each other and laugh bitterly.

- Oh, Miriam.

There was a man who had spoken to Miriam when he left the rally point.

"... Dexter?"

Miriam frowns slightly.

"Were you back at Termwilds? What are you doing here?

A man called Dexter laughs thinly.

"It's none of your business. Will you leave me alone?"

"Right. While you're wandering around, I let Term Wills calm down and earn a lot of money."

Dexter tries to flatter himself.

... Indeed. Though it hardens itself with clothing that is highly tailored like nobility or something.

I don't know what to say, I don't have anything from facial expressions to every one of them. It's not like Miriam has a martial arts sophistication.

What is it? I get the impression that it's common with every Byron.

"... excuse me. Let's go."

Miriam seems to have decided to ignore Dexter, taking him up to where the carriage is parked and walking away.

Miriam's carriage looks like a commercial front carriage. My carriage and Alfred's carriage. So... is it Dexter's carriage that has a bad taste in decorating this golden picket? You really don't have anything.

"What is that?"

I look sideways and ask Dexter, who is still smiling thinly as he peeps at this one.

"I used to know him when I was in business with a caravan... well, there was a lot going on at that time. I turned down the story he brought with me, but when I looked at him since, it's that way. I'm not really in Termwilds, so I haven't had any particular problems so far."

Things will change again when we set up a store in Termwilds.

"... is there any possibility that they will harass you in the future?

"Even then, I'm a union member for once, so I know it's just hard to think about getting in the way of business face to face..."

"Because the parents used to have a lot of temperament and don't like acquisitions or anything special. They'll be named in the Guild of Commerce and Industry only by mutual aid organizations."

Alfred explains it supplementarily.

"I'm sorry. at the end of my past. If it seems to bother you, this story..."

"No, because I don't think you can even try to find someone like Mr. Miriam. It's a bit of a rethink about that."

And when he answers, Miriam quietly bows her head.

"Hide your connection to yourself and let your people harass you... you can't even do that...?

Alfred says.

"For once, I still know how to protect myself... so I'm sure I can handle that."

That's what I say, out of the luggage, take something out. Apparently that was Miriam's weapon.

Whiplash... it's also a complete battle whiplash. The tip is made of metal and seems quite lethal.

"... I see. Anyway, if you have any problems, I'll talk to you."

"Thank you"

Miriam bowed her head deeply and rode back to the inn in a front carriage.

"What do you think?

"That sounds like a hassle. 'Cause I'm persistent with that handful."

Alfred clouds his expression. Well, let's do a little research on the trends.

Then - a little magic props in the workshop...... I mean, I worked out ideas about cotton makeup machines, wrote down the rituals, etc., and then came back home.

As for cotton noodles, I have heard that if they are not shark when they are done with tools, they cause burning and clogging. With regard to the ingredients, they were prepared in a normal manner and then clumped together in the direction of adjusting the magic props.

"Dexter would know."

Sheila says that when she tells everyone about the daytime upside during dinner.

"Heh."

"He's seen a lot in the West End. I have a pretty bad reputation because sometimes I take my surroundings and bust them. I saw you raise your hand to the person below once, too."

"... Really? He's also talking about being a union member of a commercial guild... what business are you in?

"I heard of trade. Looks like he has a boat, too. If it's a rumor, I have information."

Sheila says as she sneers at the fish on the plate. He cuts off the fish and pulls it out with only the bones beautifully connected.

"Let me ask you something. It might be helpful."

"Maybe we're not talking about the direction Theodore is expecting...... You think he was kicked out of the liquor store long ago after he was thrown off the hook in an attempt to force a traveling merchant to dictate? This story is famous, and when you get stupidity about him in a liquor store, it always falls off."

"... oh. Haven't you ever heard of a traveler with an eyelid or something like that?

When she asked, Sheila tilted her neck to trace her memory, then looked straight at me and nodded.

...... yeah. Definitely. That's what made Miriam cloud her mouth.

Sure, in the business seat...... and it wouldn't even be like making me or Alfred listen. Miriam is a legitimate sensibility.

Is Dexter... resenting being shaken, or has he been thrown away at his roots?

"Want to gather some information?

Sheila says.

"Right...... It's advantageous to just have the information, and the trends are easier to read."

Whether Dexter does something or weighs himself down, it doesn't hurt to look into everything.