Awok, Elsaille's chick stand.
"Are you sure you're not in?
A woman of mannequin-like beauty confirms to the concierge.
Because the new golden crawl I caught a few days ago hadn't booked it on the day I designated it.
"Yeah, definitely, not in there"
Concierge is also a puzzling face.
Because this has never happened before.
Guests caught by Elda regularly nominated Elda and continued to contribute to Elda.
That's how Elda stayed at number one at this Awok's finest store, El Saille.
"That's crazy. Hey, maybe he's dead."
says Elda.
It's not an impossible story.
No matter how close the core city is to the king's capital, the unexpected death is at such a distance.
And Elda was absolutely confident in her brainwashing. That came from a track record that had never been broken before.
"Well, there's nothing you can do without it."
That said, Elda flips her costume back to the back of the chick stand, the highest point in the center. I've barely given up, Elda's designated seat.
(Maybe he's really dead, maybe he's coming late for some reason)
Elda thinks.
(You'd be dead if you died, but no, if you came late, I hope you made a disappointing contribution because of that, let's do that)
Elda concluded so and stopped thinking about the matter.
If a bottle of gold has withered, you just need to catch another new one. Besides, there are still plenty of gold.
Rooms in Wangdu, Swiss Ham and Tauro
It's a refreshing morning.
As usual, the morning sun, which plugs through the gaps in the curtains, makes a band of light appear in the room.
If you open the window, the clear air characteristic of the morning flows into the room.
Take a big, deep breath.
Let's do our best today.
Take an active stroll through the King's Capital in order to have a meaningful morning.
It's a place that's becoming a hometown. There is no harm in remembering geography.
The park that was just passing yesterday, too, let's take a slow walk today.
"Hi there. Are you a traveler?
Suddenly, I can speak up.
Looking back, there was a young man in kitty shape, smiling and talking.
"I am the head of the Merchant Guild here in Wangdu. Oh, I'm off duty today."
You haven't heard anything, but you're talking from yourself. Nico has a face.
"You're a traveler, aren't you? Actually, I'm dealing with demon stones in my guild, but I'm having a little trouble."
With that said, the man has a troubled look on his face.
"A high quality Demon Stone was offered for sale at a low price, so I decided to buy a lot as an Alliance. However, you have lost sight of the fact that the Alliance has a maximum number of Demon Stone purchases per month."
Man, teh pelo.
"Oh, this is just an arrangement within the guild, as it is set out inside the guild, because if you buy too many guilds, you have problems with market distribution. You don't have to know."
"The trouble is that I told the other side I would buy them all, but the guild only allowed me to buy 90% of them."
"There you go, I want you to buy the other 10%. Yeah, the only reason you can buy such a high quality Demon Stone for cheap is because it's an Alliance. That's not normal. The other side also says they only want to sell it to their guild opponents. The Alliance is trustworthy."
I'm talking to you as much as I can.
By the way, I didn't say a word.
"The other side knows I'm the head of the guild. So with my introduction, you can buy the Demon Stone too, even if it's not the guild itself. Exceptionally."
Special, put the accent strongly on and say.
"Um, but this is my mistake in the first place, so the unit price you buy is just 10% off the unit price the guild buys. I'll pay 10% of the difference."
So the guy, after a spicy look for a moment, laughs nicely and winks at me.
"Oh, you don't have to worry. Sure, it hurts 10%, but I'm the head of the guild, so I can give you that kind of money."
I'm not worried.
"You can make a lot of money if you sell the magic stones you bought outside the king's capital."
"The other side sells the Demon Stone to a trusted guild and helps"
"I can write off my mistakes. It's a little expensive, though."
So again, smile and wink.
"What do you say, good story? This has to be a traveler like you. I have to sell it in a town some distance from Wang Du. Besides, what's this story to this day? We have to do something about the other money flow by today."
"I told you this special story because you are a very trustworthy person. Oh, you don't have to be modest. I can see that. Who can trust and who can't. I work for the Alliance, too. I need eyes that look at people, and I have confidence in these eyes. You got that? You get it, don't you? Well, I'll show you around, so let's go somewhere else."
That's what I'm saying, trying to take my arm.
I... ran as far as I could and ran away.
Whatever you think is a fraud.
It stinks of frigidity, so much so that it seems to turn back.
Assuming, literally speaking, that I don't have to make a fortune selling demon stones outside the Wang Capital.
I have the money I need, and I can always make money out of it if it's not enough.
The park is scary even at noon.
Beltalk's aunt was right.
If you have a combat cheat, you can pretend to be fooled here and go in, succeed or lose in a time play, mend the world, but I don't have that ability.
It's suicidal to get into the opponent's Ajito.
I was out of breath in the square, and it was not long before lunch.
I'm surprised how much time has passed in the morning lately, early.
Eat beef fin mignon steak, garlic mashed potatoes and salad lunch in a restaurant near the square, as I understand it. I didn't know the official name of the dish.
It tastes the same.
Prepare for the afternoon and keep your belly in the eighth.
Enter Jayanne.
Yesterday's instructional light patrol was unforgettable.
I want to taste that supreme product again.
I think so, get in the lobby, nominate him quickly.
Good, I'm already at work at this hour, and I didn't seem to have any other appointments.
By the way, yesterday's explosion bottom sister doesn't seem to be at work yet.
When I walked into the room and saw the same extraordinary skill, there was a part of me that I thought I would do.
He has a spicy look from time to time.
I don't know.
I'm not feeling great but I don't want to lose the quality of my job, that's why I can't.
I try not to be noticed about it, but it still gets a little on my face.
That's what it looks like.
"Um, are you ill somewhere?
To my question, it looks hazy.
Give him a remorseful look.
This man is a ghost at work, so maybe he can't forgive his impudence.
"I'm sorry"
I bow my head in sincere apology.
I'm in a little bit of a hurry over here, too, over how heartfelt I am.
And she explained.
Shit, she's been feeling sick for a while.
I intend to make an effort to ensure that the quality of my work does not deteriorate, but I am sorry that I am not strong enough, that is.
I guess that's what happened the whole time yesterday, but I had no idea.
This is the second time, so I guess you've got a little room for me.
I think.
(Her work is great. Made me realize that women are such wonderful things)
And I don't think I'm the only one.
(By her, there will be many men who know the dignity of women and understand that they are to be respected as women)
She suffers from ill-health.
Even with a first-rate girlfriend, she's not feeling well enough to be on the table. It would be quite spicy.
Besides, it's been a while.
(Concierge said. She's a role model for everyone here, and for the apprentice kids, she's also a teacher)
She's not just superior.
He also communicates and teaches attitudes and skills to colleagues and juniors about his work.
She's suffering like that.
Perhaps if we leave it like this, we may not be able to continue our work.
(Let it go, is that okay?)
No, it's not good.
It can't be good.
Losing her is a huge loss not only for the men and women of this world.
(Fortunately, I have therapeutic magic. injury, illness, abnormal recovery, with these three kinds it should be possible to heal her)
Stone statues are the best magic in the world, so be it.
I've decided to treat her, and I'll figure out how.
(You can't give me the potion. I don't have a hand right now, and I want to avoid creating potions from bottle to bottle in front of me)
It is too conspicuous.
I have a feeling it's not going to be a lot, but it's going to be a bin.
('Actually, I can use magic. Hi, I'm sick, heal me!', I can't do this either)
Once the magic of the therapeutic system is known to work, the sick and injured push over day after day and say, "Heal me! Heal me!" It will be pressing.
Looks like a doctor working in a black working environment. Instead of playing, I don't have time to sleep or, in some cases, eat.
sincerely, honestly, without covering it up, and with courage,
I don't want to sweep the disease out of this world.
I don't even want to save people who suffer from serious illnesses and injuries.
The only person I want to save for you is someone worthy of my personal involvement.
I'm in the mood for judgment. Losses are also slightly included.
So far, I don't need any more money or fame.
So neither reward nor honor can be put on one of my weigh-in scales.
Nor does it have a spirit of humanity, fraternity, or service.
So I'm not going to imitate you like a doctor.
(If you activate magic while trying not to be known as magic, you might be able to do it)
Fortunately, my magic is the immediate activation of the unchanging.
Properly deluded, we'll figure it out.
"Excuse me for a second, could you lie down there?
"Yes?"
To my offer, she tips her neck.
Well, that would be.
I'll improvise and explain why.
"Erm, ill health could come from a slight distortion of the body. I know a little bit about it, so why don't you let me try it?
My grandfather, who was a master of the whole thing, sold it.
Of course, I don't know anything about it.
When I was in elementary school, I learned to massage with visual imitation, to the extent that my family praised me.
After being a little lost, she accepted.
But the expression is uneasy.
Well, naturally. A bad customer says, "Let me try."
Perhaps she nodded with two thoughts: self-blame for not being able to do a satisfactory job due to ill-health and straw.
"Yes, pull yourself out,... breathe slowly"
I say what's best with my hands behind her shoulder blades.
What came to mind was a Lentgen shoot during the company's regular medical examination.
In anticipation of her breathing out, I activated Disease Treatment (F).
"?... yes, exhale slowly"
I felt a little uncomfortable. The magic was definitely activated and there was a response that I treated, but I didn't feel cured.
I feel hooked without pushing through, and this feeling that I haven't fully healed would be the identity of the discomfort.
(Unlike medicine, magic, the feeling of healing is felt.)
I see, I admire that.
I've never hung myself and felt it, either because I wasn't sick, or because the magic rank was too high and the feel was faint.
"Yes, breathe again"
I activated Disease Treatment (E) again at the same time.
I was more responsive than I was earlier, but I don't feel like I'm fully healed.
Even rank e is still quite strong.
"It's so much easier. Thank you very much."
That's what she said after she finished exhaling.
I guess I have a real feeling I'm getting better myself, it feels relieved, my face is slightly reddish.
"The treatment's not over yet. Let's take another breath."
I'll activate the magic again. Now it's disease treatment (D).
I've had quite a bit of a response, but a little bit more, I haven't healed yet.
What the hell is wrong with you? You're too strong!
"Okay, let's just go one more time. Yes, now close your eyes,... yes, breathe with it closed."
Now it's disease treatment (C). Her body glowed for a moment.
(I knew it. So did the medicine, but when I hung it on myself, my body emitted more light than C.)
You were right to keep your eyes closed.
That's rank C, this time I felt completely cured.
Just in case, I also tried using injury treatment (F) and condition abnormality recovery (F), but both felt pushed through.
All right, nothing else seems unusual.
"That's it. What do you say?
She gets up slowly and moves gently all over her body.
And all at once, the expression brightened up with Paa.
"Awesome! Thank you!
Her surroundings are already sparkling. Condition would be great, dazzling.
Her face, with her hands together in front of her chest to say thank you, is excited and bright red with joy. My eyes are moist.
Nico said it was good for me, and she finally stopped by.
"Well, let's move on."
That's what I said, I gave him a blooming smile.
And I got her, thankful, full-blown service, all recovered.