Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Kenji always sits shallow as he does when talking together his thoughts and talks with his arms gently together and half eyes closed.

"First of all, whatever it is, you're investigating Laura's father. A nobleman in the King's capital, who came to this city...? I hope I know what you're up to. Name, age, title, what brings you to this city. I'm going to take this from Laura as far as I can. Can you do that?"

"Of course! I'm worried about Laura, too, and I'm gonna go show her my face"

Kenji hastily stopped Sarah, who answered and nearly stood up.

"Wait, wait. Are you gonna go in that outfit?

Kenji tells me, Sarah confirms her outfit. A typical adventurer archer dressed in spawning clothing with a leather chest pad and armor, an arrow barrel at the waist and a long bow on his back.

"... I guess it's a little noticeable. I keep my backpack in the inn..."

"It would stand out. The whorehouse employer will care what kind of request Laura made to the adventurer."

"But when a woman goes to a whorehouse, you stand out either way, don't you?

"Not really. Perhaps a place called Shukan is a fancy whorehouse, where nobles and big merchants go with their patience? There must be a lot of merchants in and out and grocers selling accessories. And the fact that Laura was able to identify her father could mean that the other nobleman was surrounding Laura."

"What?"

Sarah just asked honestly because it was a word she'd never heard, but Kenji turned away and said it so she could escape Sarah's gaze.

"Well, as no other man would say, that period is free by paying a certain amount of money so that only the man can deal with him. They say that upscale whores act like local wives and lovers."

"Heh. I know all about it."

I didn't mean to, but I can see myself getting a lower voice somehow.

As Kenji excused himself, he continued his words in a hurry.

"Yes, no, I just heard it, too. There's a soldier with sword fangs, and he's stuck in the street of the whorehouse."

"Hmm."

I felt somewhat unhappy, but pursuing Kenji's predisposition is not the point.

Kenji also said something a little unexpected about loosening his mind.

"I'm sure Laura was happy when she lived like a couple for a limited time with that nobleman."

"Right. If I didn't, I wouldn't want to have kids."

There are a number of strange things about Kenji from Sarah's perspective, but I think the most impossible thing to imitate is its imagination.

Change your perspective and think about it with the intention of being the other person. Ability to think about and empathize with that mood.

It's the ability I don't have to push my thoughts through.

I still think and empathize with the life of a whore in a high-paying whorehouse.

Sarah sometimes thinks that Kenji's ability to come up with a solution may lie more in his imagination than in his suspicious knowledge.

"Speaking of which, how does Laura live now? If you have kids, you can't take them, can you? Don't they kick you out of a whorehouse?

"So is that. I wonder how you're doing?

Suddenly the subject changed and Sarah let her eyes squeeze.

But if you ask me, there are many strange things about Laura's request.

But I'm not as smart as Kenji.

If you have time to get lost, all you have to do is use your legs to get information.

"I can't move on another job for a while. I can talk to you in the morning, but be careful and be safe."

"Damn, because if I Kenji, I'm like your mother!

And Kenji always has a lot of mouth and a lot of novels.

Sarah just knew herself to feel somewhat comfortable with it.

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"Ho, this is what a whorehouse is..."

That afternoon, Sarah was coming downtown for the West End Shukan where Laura was.

I heard he was a man drunk at night and it was very crowded, but I thought there would be few people by day.

I was worried about standing out, but I didn't need to worry about that.

In the afternoon, sheets and other bedding, alcohol packed in barrels and drinks and food were transported back and forth in a luggage truck, which was uniquely lively.

I was unconscious, but the man who sat in front of the store sounded like a cautionary stick because he looked unusual around me.

"What, sister, are you a selling mouth too?

"It's not for sale! I'm here to sell flowers!

Sarah was borrowing clothes from people and changing outfits to florists.

"Hmm... have you picked them outside the walls? That's a dangerous imitation."

Is the man unexpectedly educated or does he seem to have put around the picking area from the type of flowers Sarah holds in the cage?

I don't know if it's due to soil or magic, but this type of flower is popular because it only grows outside the demonic walls, and it wears bright purple flowers.

"I know an adventurer."

"Come on, stop dating such a jerk"

Surprisingly, the man has been kind, paying attention.

"You didn't tell me. By the way, do you know Shukan? I heard you'd buy flowers high there?

"Uh, yeah. Maybe I'll even give some money to the flowers I've picked by going outside the walls. Go straight there. It's a big building on your right. You can see it from here, right?

"That one. Really, come on. Thanks Uncle! You can't do a yakuza job where you speak to girls like this!

Sarah thanked the man and went down the road as he was told and was able to reach him in front of the shrine.

"Well, I have to go see Mr. Laura!

When Sarah wrapped her arms around her heart alone, she decided to board Shukan as a flower dealer.