Is this what the pigeons say about eating bean cannons?
I saw Dr. Romanov laughing about three times, and then I said, "Heh?" and a dumb voice jumped out of his throat.
Prepare a penny.
The excursion snacks are up to three hundred yen, and you go easy on me like I said, but where does that three hundred yen come from?
When I'm thinking about it, I get puffy and cheeky.
Do you like Dr. Romanov for puffs? If there's a gap, you can bring my meaty too good cheeky pepper.
No, more than that, yeah. Cash means money. The only way to get the money is to get it or take it or make money.
"Um... do you have a working mouth?
"Normally, there isn't, is there?"
"That's right..."
If you are a farmer, a merchant, or an artisan, you may be able to get a penny by helping out with the family business, but if you have a family business and you are wealthy enough to provide change after feeding your children. But I'm just an aristocratic child.
Before the penny, if you think about it, it's not the most humanitarian or civilizational contribution.
Yeah...... then, what should I do?
"It may not be normal, Phoenix, but you have it."
"What?"
"What was your skill like?
Dr. Romanov continues, as he teaches the poorly made students that he was exposed to the stupid side.
"It's the 'blue hand' that you admire, Mr. Needle, or one of the professions that uses your hands. There's no hand in keeping it alive."
"Ha... Is it 'Blue Hand'..."
"Imichi, I'll explain why you haven't come as pinned as Imani, do you remember what time I told you about space magic?
"Yes, well..."
Spatial magic is exercised by calling on the four great spirits, which is quite convenient in exchange for immense magic power, or that one who can use it is rare?
If you say what you remember, you get a patsy and a clap.
"That would be good when it comes to spatial magic. But not that way."
"Um, was there anything else?
"Consideration for granting magic box magic to your West Porch. What was that?
"Oh, ten elf-like condors made into Dr. Romanoff's cape and a handkerchief I embroidered...... hmm?
Speaking of which, I think they said something that surprised me then.
What was that?
Uh, I can't remember you even coming to my throat. When I was jittery, Dr. Romanov raised the corner of his mouth.
"You said my space magic grant and your embroidery was a full equivalent exchange. Well, for some reason..."
"Er, erm... ah!?
When using witchcraft, the spirits who respond to the call prefer the works and raised objects of those with 'blue hands' and 'green hands', and when they have them, they boost them on their own, or something...!
I'm intoxicated by the refreshment of having a stabbed little bone in the back of my throat, but I realize it.
What does that have to do with making money?
Show me an embroidered handkerchief of butterflies taken out of my pocket that Dr. Romanov gave to one day's consideration, with a number of question marks on his head.
"Being able to correct me for handling magic vegetables doesn't just get corrected when I use magic, it also helps me when I receive it. It will do less damage and heal more."
"Really...... So, how does that link to your job?
"Um, don't you have any guesses yet? You say you're sweet when it comes to yourself, or you say you're undervalued."
Well, I guess I know I'm a white pig without a shortage.
"Tools that boost you to use witchcraft or reduce the damage caused by witchcraft are generally quite expensive to sell. Anyway," Blue Hand "is a skill that only skilled artisans can normally possess. What a rare and expensive tool to be the hand of such a masterpiece, isn't it natural?
"...... I can't say anything about skills, but I understand the high value of a celebrity product"
I also found that "Blue Hand" is an unlikely skill for a five-year-old.
For now, let's just say that was pretty high on my cultivated skills in my previous life.
And how does that tie into business?
Tilting his neck, the teacher points to a pile of handkerchief rag cloth placed in the soot in the room.
You bought lumpy handicraft ingredients to celebrate the use of magic before.
"That handkerchief...... right, can you embroider an elf-like condor in four corners of about five?
"Ha... can it be till about the morning after tomorrow"
"You don't get sick, you can do it as far as you can. I'll take you somewhere if I can do that."
"Some, somewhere...?
"Yes. It's where I was going to take you sooner or later, but it could be a little faster than planned."
Do you know where it is?
I mean, Dr. Romanoff's been planning my education for a pretty long span, and I think again.
He's been trying to tell me a lot about the anticipation that takes a year for the magic nerve to settle in, and the fact that I was going to take him somewhere sooner than planned.
"Um... thank you so much, Doctor"
"What is it, a stick to a stick?"
"Because, Doctor, you make me study with anticipation that my vegan nerves will take a year to settle down, you plan to go somewhere with challenges, and that means you're willing to keep my tutor going for a long time, right? I'm a volunteer."
"Hmm? Oh, is that what you mean..."
Dr. Romanov laughs when he rubs his jaw.
"Elves are living creatures for two thousand years, even if they are short. Because spending five or ten of those years as a tutor, or as an adventurer, is not that different."
"Really? Still, I'd like to be a student that doesn't seem to have wasted my teacher's five or ten years, thank you."
"No, no, not five or ten years, but maybe a hundred years. It's okay."
I finally put a very good smile on it, Vaticone! And he winked at me, but I don't have a hundred years on a boulder or anything.
"Doctor, I'm an asshole child, but I don't know if there's an asshole child in a boulder for a hundred years..."
"No, that's not what I meant."
If you say it with the awareness that your eyebrows fall into the eight letters, your teacher's eyes will be rounded.
Then I wonder what that means.
When I couldn't decide if it was like going in and asking, "Well, come on," the teacher told me to end this story.