Helping with Adventurer Party Management

in a room in a large mansion where the sun was leaning.

A skinny kid was dealing with a scary adult and talking hard.

"Tomorrow, I'll hand out the big beans! Come!

"Ahem? Who is it?

The child almost accidentally cried eyes when he was stared at by the guillotine, but he can't leave here.

On his little shoulder lies the life of a young sibling and a mother.

You can't lose.

When he scolded his own legs in his heart, which were likely to fall down, he was stretched to his belly to speak louder.

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Time goes back just a little bit.

After a small, serious egg dispute, a mild meal was also over, and when the debate over the bean allocation policy came to a paragraph, there were reluctantly doorknocker ringing visitors.

Control Sarah trying to get up, pick her up to the front door, and when she opens both doors, she has three children standing.

"Oh, uh..."

"I've come to work!

One of them looks straight at me and says hello out loud.

Pretty good.

"What? Customers?

Sarah follows me from behind and peeks right over my shoulder.

"Oh. These are the kids I'm going to have you working as a liaison. Right... just like waiting there for a second. Sarah, can you do it?

"Yes, yes, then we'll come all the way to the garden well. Kirik, help me!

Before I introduce myself, I can't let you go up to the mansion with muddy barefoot.

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A little while later, three children were brought into the reception room, completely washed up with water and soap from the well.

From what I've seen, they're about ten years old, or a little more boys up there.

They are all skinny, burnt in the day and black, just that their hair is different from red hair, black hair and tea hair.

When I first saw it, I didn't know it was dirt.

Now, I dress just a little better because I'm wearing the short clothes I've prepared here and I'm wearing leather sandals.

I have a lot to explain, but when I saw your nervous face on the bee, I stopped doing that.

Probably won't go into your ears no matter what you say.

"In the meantime, do you want it for dinner? Bean soup, you have too much."

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The children ate soup containing stewed lentils carried into wooden vessels as well as the revenge of their parents.

At first he showed a reluctant bare gesture in front of the soup placed on the table, but he couldn't beat the hunger?

When one held the spoon and sipped it, he eventually began to sip it to compete.

"Can I take your place?

When Sarah speaks gently, she shines her eyes like she circled an angel on earth.

Around this age, I guess anyone who gives me rice looks like an angel because it's more edible than color.

Nevertheless, I eat well.

Appetite, like a hole in the stomach of those years, is smiling to watch.

"You can eat while you want, just listen. I'm supposed to keep this territory, Kenji. No, you don't have to keep your head down.

As a deputy, I have a lot to tell a lot of people from now on. But the territory is huge there to walk around, and I'm busy too.

So I want to leave you guys the job of running around and telling the whole village what I said. In short, being the voice of a deputy and being a tongue. That's the job. "

Children nodding vaguely while holding the key in their right hand.

I guess I don't know half the details, but I don't mind right now.

Until I know, I'll do it.

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I decide to move the kids who look satisfied after the meal into a separate room and start just now.

"Ah... Um, hey guys, what should I do?

A black-haired child asks without concealing his uneasy colors.

"What, a little practice. The messenger would be in trouble if he made a mistake. Can you tell Kitin what we talked about? We should actually try."

"What! That's easy!

"Bye! It can't be easy!

The red-haired child rushes to stop the tea-haired child shouting like a ho.

"Well, you can see if it's easy. Kirik, can you ask for it?"

"Yeah, I'll take care of it. Oh, my God, the liaison officer's job was beaten up by the captain. I'll try to plant it properly."

The figure of an arm-written escort of a gang of mercenaries with a niggling, boneless smile, cockroaches and fingers seemed a little irritating to the children.

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Confident, so the messenger's practice was transformed into a messenger's training by Kirik, who had some kind of switch on.

In front of Kilik, the three children stretch their backs straight and keep their arms in line to stand and listen.

I wonder if I can train from a standing position.

Instructor Kilik's guidance is rigorous.

"All right! The job of preaching, the voice first! The sound of a mosquito makes no sense! Speak up!

"" "Yes!

"Keep your voice down! Speak out more from the bottom of your belly!

"" "YES!!!

"All right, I'll play the role of villager. You have been ordered by the deputy. Think of me as a villager and talk to me! All right, brunette, it's from you!

A nominated child steps forward and speaks to Kilik diligently.

"I'm from the deputy mansion! Tomorrow morning, I will distribute the beans!

"Ahem? Oh, who is it?

"Yes! It's called Colo!

"What's a bean? Why did you distribute it?

"Uh... why was that?"

A black-haired child whose behavior becomes suspicious as soon as possible and whose gaze swims for help.

Right, I explained it to you for once, but you don't remember.

"Look, uh... it's an awesome bean! Big, awesome beans!

The whispering advice of a tea-haired child is not incorrect but sounds round.

"Beans! It's a great bean!

"Hmm? So, why are you handing out beans? You're gonna tax me later, aren't you?

"No, I won't take it! The deputy doesn't take taxes!

No, I'll take it. Because I can't do it without taking taxes.

I'm not lying.

Thus we return to the scene at the beginning.

Kilik's rigorous missionary education lasted until the sun went down.