I got a call from the Merchant Guild. I'm in the Guild Reception Room right now.
Unified, luxurious, and well-stocked room with antique-like conditioning.
Incidentally, the fabric of the sofa you are sitting on now is woven with detailed patterns. Honestly, when they let me through the room, I was so unsure if I could sit down.
For me with only a buying counter, it's a different world.
"Hi, Mr. Tauro, I'm sorry to call you in on your busy business."
Santa Claus came in. The old man at the buyout counter is with him.
We meet Santa for the first time, so we greet each other. He was the deputy guild leader for the Merchant Guild.
When I was done saying hello, coffee was brought in.
The woman clerk who brought it in is intrigued by me. But I never try to keep my eyes peeled. Do you think they'll do something about it if they match?
Put aside such rude clerks and get down to business.
Are you asking about the situation?
"In a straightforward way, you will."
Santa affirms.
Rumor has it that I've been around treating ill women in multiple whorehouses the last few days.
And he also tells you to be careful because the cause of ill health is crude ecstasy.
He leaves advising that he will snipe and nominate multiple women who are ill, treat them perfectly enough that they will no longer be able to stand on their hips, then he will not take the cost of treatment, and the cause is ecstasy.
On the whorehouse side, I was very concerned about who I was.
And because I use Merchant Alliance cards for payments, it turns out I'm a member of Merchant Alliance.
The Merchant Alliance was contacted successively.
But I don't know anything about the Merchant Alliance, so it matches this call.
(If you ask me, will it)
I acted carelessly, without thinking deeply. For that reason, I did not imagine I would speak to the Merchant Guild.
All of a sudden, from the merchant guild inquired by the whorehouse, you'd wonder what it was.
(But my actions have nothing to do with the Merchant Alliance. I just used my guild card to pay)
If you do, you can't blame me.
You're right, you're supposed to be listening.
I'll be honest with you, I told you how I've been.
Originally, with a massage, you have the skill to cure illness.
With that move, I cured Jaanne's woman and.
I wanted to raise my arm and I studied massage in Jaanne.
In the process, I found and treated a woman who was ill from ecstasy.
I found something else, and at the same time, I found out that the customer who was there was using ecstasy.
"Oh, is that the thing?"
Santa, too, seemed to remember.
The strong old man next door looks at me with a subtle look.
When I heard about the ecstasy from my old man, he probably remembered that I was shuddering.
I'll keep explaining.
I also found a woman in another store who looked ill, so I checked and found out that it was the effect of ecstasy.
And to treat the woman caused by ecstasy, I've been going around the whorehouse for days.
That's it.
Santa, who's done listening to me, is nodding at each other with his strong old man.
I think I'm good at it. I don't think there was any information in the Merchant Guild.
"One of the roles of the Merchant Alliance is to monitor illegal merchandise from appearing."
Santa says.
"This time, I apologize for letting you wipe our asses"
Santa and the strong old man, both of us, head down.
"Together, let me thank you deeply. Thanks to Mr. Tauro for his move, I didn't have to crush the face of the Merchant Alliance."
The control of illegal drugs is under the jurisdiction of the Merchant Guild.
This time, crude ecstasy appeared, which can also be regarded as the merchant guild's impropriety. Those who want to criticize the Merchant Guild will surely do so.
I am a merchant guild member, albeit the lowest, who responded and reduced the damage.
If it moves on the merchant's guild's instructions, it will be possible to seal the criticism.
"So here's a suggestion, with this feat, I'd like to upgrade Mr. Tauro's rank from F to E."
I'm a little surprised.
Speaking of E-rank merchants, they're intermediate.
For quite some time in the F-rank, it's a class that can't be without continuing to do business and boosting credibility and doing business on a certain scale.
Like me, people who are F-ranked and less than January and just bring in potions individually without even using employees are not the class they can be. Even if the potion to be brought in was a relatively rare D-rank.
As far as I'm concerned, I don't have the advantage of going up to the E-rank.
Even with the expansion of the amount you can owe or the preferential rate of interest at the time of debt, you do not need to originally owe money.
Greater boundaries of credit transactions have not led to credit transactions in the first place.
Conversely, I don't know how much it will be, but it's a loss for the membership fee to go up.
(But as a merchant's guild, one who has merit must be rewarded)
And Rank Up would be too big a reward if viewed from others.
Turning it down would destroy the merchant guild's face. If someone can't fulfill their rank while they want to, they might be disgusted.
(It's easier to take it here)
"Excessive reward for me, but thank you for accepting it"
I'll keep my head down.
Looks like we're both in shock.
Merchant Alliance increases my Merchant Rank.
And I'm gonna move on the merchant guild's orders.
So the story came together.
"But, Mr. Tauro. Why didn't you take the cost of treatment?
After that, it's chat time.
Santa asks me about the treatment at the whorehouse.
"About that... we have a consideration."
"Is it a consideration"
Santa's eyebrows express her doubts.
"Yeah, I'm feeling better, too."
I answer with a sip of coffee.
"Isn't there a connection between massage and making Mr. Tauro feel better?
Whoa, did this question come up? That's good, let's take this opportunity to explain it exactly.
"No, it's relevant. It's rather indivisible."
"Inseparable?"
"Yes, more to be mistaken, but I am never, only cured by massage"
"And say?
I'll explain.
"Two conditions are required for treatment to be established"
Santa and the strong old man nod intriguingly.
"The first is that women are satisfied until the last stage."
"And the other thing is that I'm happy with myself. Together, these two will eventually turn out to be therapeutic."
The old man on the strong side counts the folds and is turning blue.
I'm guessing you're calculating the number of bullets I unleashed in the treatment.
But you're not.
I repeated multiple nominations in multiple stores day after day.
Biologically, there's no way you can shoot a bullet count like that. Mostly, melt it down without shooting.
(Well, don't you dare)
I continue to account for the treatment, ignoring the strong old man who makes me look pale repeatedly.
"Often, you just need treatment, you don't need a massage, you don't have to go to the end as long as it heals," he said.
I wave left and right in front of you.
"But I can't do that. If we don't get to the end of the day, including the massage, the treatment won't work."
That's how I set the story.
In this way, we will be able to restrain those who seek only treatment.
If I have to, I can say no to "It's the mountains I want to treat, but my son doesn't care".
In fact, I'm not going to treat anyone that my son doesn't care about.
"I see."
You two seem convinced.
The chatter continued afterwards.
Anything, they're rapidly narrowing down the killer right now.
He said I figured out what caused his illness, which was still unexplained in the junior whorehouse.
By checking the visitor roster with women who are ill, they are emerging.
In addition, by consolidating information on individual whorehouses, they are also seeing an overall picture of the crime, and there are bang arrests.
He also hid the appearance of a large illegal drug manufacturing and sales organization, and the Knights were moving.
"Um, from that criminal organization, do they target lives?
Aware that the story is getting bigger and bigger, I get anxious.
Santa and the strong old man looked at each other.
"I can't say enough about that."
Say something that scares Santa.
Keep going, but keep going.
"I don't think you have to worry so much"
Santa Iku,
In the first place, my leg was affected because of the side effects of the crude product.
I found out what caused it, treated it, but in other words, that's all, and I'm not at the forefront of pushing tissue.
Now that you've taken my life, there's no loose pursuit. Rather, the opposite is true.
That's what they say.
"But it is true that Mr. Tauro's name was sold in this case. It doesn't necessarily go from resentment to murder."
Hard on me.
"In the meantime, you should keep it till the whorehouse till things settle down."
After all, below the go-go bar, there must be a security problem.
Managed employees and fixed stores can greatly improve the quality of security.
"Besides, the whorehouse must be on Tauro's side."
"Are you on your side"
Now, Santa nods.
"The owners of the whorehouse say they are deeply grateful to Mr. Tauro. If that beneficial Tauro could do harm while visiting the store, the store would be slapped from around."
"Really?"
This time, I saved fewer women. Plus, there's a regular sense of not being a bad payer.
But will you care that much?
"I'm sure of it. Anyway, that's what that Jayanne concierge said."
That said, Santa laughed.
And I left the Merchant Alliance behind.
(Well, what do we do now)
After lunch at the restaurant, I sent out my guild card to make a payment, and I noticed the call.
I'm already past my afternoon clothes because I've been in the Merchant Guild for so long.
(Long time no see, let's go to Jaanne)
From what Santa said earlier, the concierge at that store seems to favor me mostly.
(Besides, there will be no need to go around the whorehouse for treatment anymore)
Both the merchant guild and the whorehouse industry are on the move.
If there were women who were ill, they would investigate them as tissues, treat them and take care of them.
Then there's nothing I can do anymore.
Until things started moving, it was the time I could be active.
(All right, let's do that)
I walked out to Jayanne with Teaching Light Inspector and Exploding Bottom Sister on my back of my brain.