Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"Well, I knew you couldn't put a kid in a beautiful workshop."

And, Martin points out.

Children living on the street can stretch their hair all they want, clothes wear worn out if not mostly water bathed, good underfoot and nearly chopped sandals, usually barefoot.

My fingernails are dirty on my hands and feet, and my hair probably has a wrinkle on it.

On the other hand, although the shoe factory is the old one, the floors and walls are carefully cleaned and spotless at the hands of the craftsmen's wives and children, and these days the craftsmen are proud of it.

Hiring children on the streets in this state would not be enough.

"So, for now, I decided to let you help me look around the city. If you pretend to be a slime hunter, you'll dive most of the time."

So let's use children on the street to supplement the security services that are oppressing the shoe manufacturing industry.

Assisting with manufacturing work is the wife of an artisan, and assisting with security work is a child on the street who is less than an adventurer.

It fits the reason.

Although it is not praised in terms of child labour if this is modern Japan.

Slime is behind the city's sewer pipes and restaurant shops, or dark, dirty and nutritious places, in some sort of cleaner, Scavenger.

So no one is suspicious that there are street children in those places.

This is very convenient for gathering information.

"So, the kid over there eating dinner, he's been good enough to let us know about the raid four days ago, so..."

Where Martin pointed, dirty dressed children on crude benches are pulling in wheat porridge.

Sure, I was curious.

Observing the row delivering the nucleus of the slime, the child who puts out the appraisal and has the record takes two actions.

When one child receives the change, he grabs it and walks away early enough.

Another child, when he receives a wooden jar and a spoon, lines up in another row.

"Is that a bribe for our workshop...?

The children in the row who received the wooden meal are sitting in a thoughtful place and carrying their spoons to their little mouths busily when they are asked to set aside their meals from a large pan of hot air.

"That's right," Martin says all the time.

She said that she was going to use the child cheaply again and stopped.

Kids who receive change are older, and they receive tree tweezers because they realize that many kids are younger.

"... a reward in kind? When you're little, you might want to do that."

"Right. Sometimes when you give them money, they can be picked up by powerful people and adults, and they can't sell things in the city because their outfits are dirty."

It's convincing because Teng Himself, who used to jump forward and feed the children, says.

"I guess the reward meal serves something decent"

"Yeah, they're serving the same stuff the craftsmen eat at the shoe factory breakfast. It's a leftover dish, but it's popular because you can eat warm meals."

Same as the craftsmen, which means they're eating the same stuff as me.

"Can I have a word with you," I checked the inside of the big pot, but the contents are always what I serve in the shoe factory, where I season it with salt with vegetable chips and garlic in the porridge.

"Yeah. How about that. Is the rice good?

"What... oh, yes. It's warm. Ugh. There's no stone in it either, no mixing stuff. There's plenty of salt."

He jumps up and is invited to laugh at the child who answers while holding onto him.

It seems common sense for children not to trust merchants who deliver wheat.

As soon as they get off guard, they try to mislead the quality and quantity by delivering old rotting wheat or stone or sand-mixed wheat bags.

Most importantly, the shoe factory "We" does not allow merchants of that hand. Two or three times I firmly negotiated using the names of the Sword Tooth Corps, and no merchant showed a bully's merchant soul.

"You're getting hungry. Shall I get the same thing?"

He asked the child wondering when he got a spoon and sat next to the bench and ate it out.

"Master Xiao is a nobleman... right? I thought you were eating something better."

"Will you be the end of the aristocracy... I'm a former adventurer, too. I've been eating worse than this for a long time. What? Is that what you want to hear?

"The rumor that the... former adventurer was true, wasn't it? I thought you were lying."

I have a bad feeling about the tone of a child asking about a snack and saying, "Rumor? Encouraging him to go ahead, he suddenly starts talking fast and starts to make his eyes shine and keep standing up.

"Yes! Between us adventurers rushing out, the little captain is already an amazing, amazing hero! Wow, there are so many rumors flying around! Which is true about the fact that you were formerly a great merchant in a distant country, or that you were formerly a hidden son of an aristocrat, or a great wizard apprentice, or that you are not really a priest of the Church?

None of this is true.

Look, Sarah's guy in the back is laughing so hard.

Wouldn't it be better to rethink using the kids for information-gathering?