Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Sarah spoke to me that night as I was splitting up the work I requested from the outside world at the office.

"Hey, Kenji. You haven't been to Kwan Workshop lately. You didn't give me a job over there this time, did you? Is there a reason?

Sarah also seemed concerned as she looked at the form and checked the outsourcing.

As a person involved in management, I think it's a very good trend.

"Right. There are several reasons... First of all, when you're considering how to sell luxury goods over there, you've declined a request from the company (of which), so the penalty (penalty) makes sense. If you betray your trust, you deserve the reward. Didn't I?"

"Well, yeah. Kenji has it in his roots."

Sarah seems to have a false impression about my personality, but she doesn't fit in with it and goes on explaining why.

"Trust is important. And the other reason is because they're basically not in trouble for money. So even if the company (of us) gets the job out, they don't feel grateful for it. I don't want to push you into trouble, I think."

You must be remembering the deal between me and Kwan Workshop, Sarah nodded.

"Right. Maybe he thinks so."

And one more thing, explain the last reason.

"Besides, they end up in the golden stream of aristocratic society. The materials of the products they deal with are luxury goods, so they will not be bought from the workshops around here, nor will they employ ordinary people because they need high education and skill to work there. The money paid by the nobles just goes around among the nobles. But you saw how the Leather Street people are these days, right? All you have to do is take money from priests and nobles and pay a little around here as work and wages to make life so much better for everyone. I want to get paid for my job from the rich, but I don't want to pay for my job from the rich, that's what I thought. Anyway, it's inefficient."

"Somehow I know what you're trying to say, but what's efficiency?

Economically, it's not efficiency, it's effectiveness, but I can't help explaining that here, so I'll rephrase it.

"Rich people can't be happy with one gold coin, but common people can be happy with one copper coin, right? If I were a kid, I'd be happy to run around all day with one bitch. That's what I'm saying."

"Oh, my God, I've been watching"

Sarah laughs at it.

"Oh, I didn't hear what you were saying to the boy in the workshop."

"When you look at a kid your age, you remind me of my brother who left you in the village."

Sarah looks a little farther and says.

Does Sarah's eyes at that point show how she was when she wasn't her younger brother now that she's grown up, but was still small and was following herself well and diligently? Behind my eyes is a gentle light like a mother's.

"I get it. Aren't you going to be active and a good artisan?"

"Right. My brother, if he can't eat at the farmhouse, maybe I'll call him over here."

Sarah jokes and says, but the truth is, Sarah's taking most of her paychecks to her parents' house, so that won't happen. But living in a village by the woods is unstable. There may also be monster outbursts. I just don't need to be an adventurer on the bard temptation right now. All you have to do is work for the company.

"Right. I'd rather work for a company (of ours) and get a job in my hands than have a yakuza business with adventurers. Sarah's brother would be serious."

"Right! I don't want her to be an adventurer, either. Something that must be worrying and irresistible. But I, the adventurer's life was scary and hard, but I didn't hate the time he was surrounding the fire."

The life of an adventurer who lived that day and was in great danger for his life was harsh. What makes that seem so much fun is the guy who rationalizes memories. But I wasn't willing to disagree with the wonder. Maybe because I felt a little sad about my life back then, too.

"Right. Sarah got me a bird, and I baked and ate meat."

Between adventures, Sarah caught me a wild bird with her proud bow.

It was a treat for us back then to burn and eat it quickly.

Speaking of which, you haven't caught your own bird lately.

Sarah says as she looks at her palms.

Neither me nor Sarah will ever live as an adventurer again.

The octopus I was holding the sword against is about to disappear, and Sarah's fingers pulling the bow strings are softening.

Still, as long as I can remember that burning sight of when I was an adventurer, the part that remains an adventurer will not disappear.