Helping with Adventurer Party Management

I wasn't playing and watching Jilboa tighten up his gouldine either.

I was considering and modifying various forms of new deals in my brain.

Where an approximate framework and concept have been developed, cut into gouldines.

"Goulzin, you were out of order on this one. I'll reconsider my deal with you. From now on, there is no monopoly on distribution. I decide to wholesale my shoes to other Intercity Merchants"

Grrr, keep the words blocking me from about to raise a roaring voice that doesn't sound like a voice.

"But you have a proven track record. Let's treat that as a favour."

I promise. I am dissatisfied with Goulzin as a vessel that brings together the Intercity Merchant, but as a single dealer, I have a track record so far, and I am not particularly dissatisfied with it.

Besides, Goulzin's face would be rounded up if he suddenly broke all the deals, and his men in the caravan would have trouble living. There may be people out there who resent us and plan our raid.

Hitters to reduce the number of raiders coming this way, and more raiders are the end of the line.

"In a week's time, gather the main interstate merchants to pack the terms of the deal. Gather the people you want."

When I said that, Goulzin became the eye to calculate something.

I get it, now it's just the people who hear their voices, you know?

Well, I'll speak up here, so the plan will go to waste.

On this occasion, it would be better to let you think that Goulzin also has an eye for reversal.

I'll see you in the office in a week.

The freed Goulzin left the office early without even looking back at this one.

I'll be moving around a lot from now on.

Can't you use that behavior in a better direction?

With that in mind, several members quietly followed out after receiving a silent signal from Jilboa.

Probably for surveillance if Goulzin goes into short-circuit behavior.

"As always, you don't have any softness," he muttered, "in habit," Gilboa returned.

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All that remains is the aftermath of a disposable raider.

"Hey there. Was Gallon one of his men?

When I spoke, the tied man silently raised and lowered his neck.

"If you want a deal with a guy named Gallon, you're welcome, too, just tell him. However, you will receive penalties (penalties) for this raid. You, can you pay your own ransom?

Asking so, the man shook his head left and right busily.

"Well, I guess I can't. Okay, here's what we'll do. If you're coming along, I'll add the gallon to the setting of terms of trade. That's where the gallon pays the fine. If you don't admit the fact that I hired you, there's no deal. Tell him so. Got it?

That's what I say, give the signal, and have the members cut the rope that was tying the man.

Then the man, running to roll, left the office.

Now, if you want to make a deal, you'll pay a fine, and if you're going to cheek on the facts of the raid, you'll end the man.

"Sweet."

Jilboa said watching how it went.

"I hate it when it's not money."

That's what I said.

"If you don't like being money, you wouldn't be dealing with a runaway adventurer, would you?

And they laughed.

I had no words to say back, so I kept my mouth shut.