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"Kukukuku, I'm... I'm Ware"

"No one should have ever known that fluctuations and rational stones had anything to do with it..."

"Kukukuku, that's all that makes Ware special. You don't mind if I give you more compliments, do you?

"Who is Mr. Faff really? I've never said anything before, but it looks like a species I've never seen or heard of."

"Really?

"Yeah. At least we don't belong in a race where humans are left alone."

"Elves and dwarves and beasts are human beings."

"Yeah. Especially when it comes to giving humans away, because they're called human beings."

"I see.... why? Are you willing to answer that?

"Kukukuku, if you're with me tonight, I won't teach you anything as a good word..."

"It is! No! Don't do that!

I got a little dented in the lalalala of getting up with my face bright red.

"You think I'm just gonna go..."

"Shit! No... that! Anyway, no!"

"Kukukuku... Whatever. The three of us together. Yeah? Because I can do both."

"Huh!?

"... fav. Keep the jokes around."

"Kukukuku, I really don't care."

"Heck."

Actually, I might talk to you, but you don't look like you're dealing with a kid.

"Anyway, I guess what Faff is saying is right. It's a more convincing answer than I can use science specifically."

"That's... right"

"In fact, I also thought during the Goblin Hazard, but as I used the fluctuations, it seemed more powerful"

"Kukukuku, that was because we had a hard fight. There's no better training than in action."

"It's not like I wanted to. … but the way you use your body and wrap up fluctuations feels better all at once."

"That's for sure."

It was Dwarf's hug who had participated in the conversation. I'm pretty sure it's because a fluctuation specialist says so.

"Ma, it's enough to know that I'm a little more conducive to using the air conditioner."

"Ah... that faff, I don't care if you write this in your paper..."

"Kukukuku, it's special. I don't mind. It'll take you years to verify anyway, won't it? Humans are troublesome."

"Thank you. Mr. Faff's name..."

"Kukuk, you know what I mean? I don't need it."

I was listening to the exchange between the two of them, but I notice.

"Is that it? Didn't you quit school called Lalaila?

"It's an interesting subject, so I'll submit it to the University of Arts and Sciences."

"Isn't that going to be Lalaila's feat?

"If I can, I wish I could get a job again, but I can't, but I'll take care of you, and then I'll repay you."

"If that's what you're convinced of, fine."

"Yeah."

I don't have a problem with it because I think I'm enjoying myself. I guess it's researcher temperament.

"Well, that's a big departure from the story. I have a few things to think about, so let me go to bed. Bad watch, but ask Hug and Yalarai."

"I don't mind. The important thing is, leave it to me."

"Then you're exempt from training."

"Well, it's for the Lord's sake."

"You don't hear me... Well, no, I'm in the car, so let me know if anything happens."

Copy that.

Not only Hugs, but Yalarai, who was on watch a little further away, nodded.

Now, as I dive into the camper's narrow bed, I note the upcoming operation in my notebook under a small light in my notebook, or use the returned notebook PC spreadsheet software to work out my strategy.

It's too much to do, God...

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A week has passed since then. Anyway, it was a busy week.

The main purpose of the action is to prepare below. One is to activate the slum, the other is......

A palatial mansion was built in front of him.

It had a one-rank luxurious and large estate among luxury residential areas where mansions such as luxury and nobility gathered. A large number of plants are planted in the garden to boast of their financial strength. Although there is more nature than Pilates revamped Tessa, it will be difficult to retain this much green in this area, regardless of the fact that it is a basic wilderness.

Slack on your Y-shirt for today's outfit.

If it's true, I guess we deserve a new ethnic costume presented to us by the red-chain Celina we met in Tessa. This outfit is most deserving of the person you meet now.

When I came in front of the front door, the gatekeeper thanked me and then opened the gate for me. Apparently yesterday's (...) planting is working.

When I was guided into the building, it was no less than outside, and this once again had a magnificent entrance hall. The habit of making (...) is the one I saw somewhere.

Ancient Roman and Asian ruins and old European architecture were intertwined, and someone from the dance floor upstairs smiled and peeled into the hall, confirming me.

When I smiled and thanked him, I was just a little less alert.

The person was the village chief of Hanshon Village, Doddle Messala, thirty (looking fifty) years old.

Doddle greeted me with a slightly more alert face as I slowly climbed up the stairs of a lavish building more than three times the mansion that was in Hanshon Village.

"Was it you..."

The first voice seemed somewhat unpleasant. That was it.

"Your clothes seem to be your favorite."

The clothes Doddle is wearing now are the different color versions of the ethnic clothes I got Chelina. It was sold during my stay in Hanshon Village. A man I can't condone in the mood, but it's a little complicated to think that if we had that sale, we could have defended Hanshon Village.

"no...... well"

You must be wary of what I'm here to do, you should be looking at samples yesterday (...), but you're too small.

"Well, let me ask you something today about business, okay?

"Ugh, um. Uh, so... in Hanshon..."

So I answer with a thoughtful smile.

"No. We're going to have a big business meeting, so let's forget about the past. That's what merchants are for."

"Right. Mm-hmm. That's good. You're the one who's gonna get caught in the past! Come here."

I stared sharply at Doddle's back pulling into the doors behind him with the sleaze.

For you, even in the past, there are people who are unfortunate because of their current progress.

Must have had a cold gaze.

The rooms shown were so full of objects that they could not compare to Hanshon's mansion. Pots and plates that look like swords, spears, shields, golden statues, bumps, and vintage. There are other lines of avant-garde art with stone masks and unknown uses.

I know he's going to be lined up beautifully, but the tone and balance suck, and he's exhausted to a nasty word.

It's ruined because of the high level of each product. I see. I guess Hanshon's room just looked a little less classy than the number of things.

Among those luxury items, a prominent object was erected on the wall. The day before yesterday I delivered it to this mansion.

I left it at the gatekeeper and asked him again for a business meeting today. I suppose the phrase "it's not one of them" worked, even though it could have been puckered without question, at a time when the impotence of wanting to negotiate directly with His Excellency the Dollar (...) is passing, the greed of the other person will be known.

"Well, I got it delivered yesterday, but where the hell did you get this shiloh thing..."

"Doddler knows about the carriage we were riding in.

"I see... you mean unearthed at the end of the west"

I don't answer. But he nodded mistakenly that silence was a response.

"So how much can you sell this (...) for?

That's business beta. The butler, who had a great sense of money, let go of Hanshon, too. This is going to go easy.

"As you can see, it's already a difficult item to manufacture… no matter how much you say, you can give it away at a low price…"

"I know! But I guess you'll sell it!? And according to the story, it's not one of them."

"Yeah. You got lucky. I have multiple (...) possessions of it."

"Ooh... multiple shillo things of this national treasure (...) class...!

Doddle rode himself out and bled his eyes.

I remember a week ago with a smile inside me.