I Shall Survive Using Potions!

Exactly, Count Oram never imitates anything stupid either, and apparently he gave it up.

And the guards on his relieved face, knowing that the Count quietly retreated.

Yeah, I guess you know how killers are, for someone on more than a certain level. Never get your hands on someone.

"Damn, you thought you were a little girl and you looked too sweet! Is it not profitable for Gone any longer just to lose his name..."

The Count, apparently, knew how to pull the trigger. Things were much more important and difficult to identify the trigger than to get started. Everyone can't stand to lose what they've invested by then, or believe in the possibility of a one-shot reversal, failing to acknowledge their failures, and spreading the damage more and more. But the Count seemed to have a decent feeling in that regard.

"The store sells it back. It's troublesome to bring in a property like that like a lunch box sale, and it's in a huge deficit. I don't care if strange rumors spread... If I moved here overnight, I guess I can go back overnight anyway. I don't know how many people (garlic socks) I hired...

I won't get my hands on it anymore, so you should just put it back on and, uh... keep the crazy demma and rumors from spreading, uhm "

Oh, a white flag with full surrender and give me a break. Then there is definitely no such thing as this one.

"Okay.... and when you sell it back, it's higher than when you buy it, and there's nothing like it, is there? Normally, when that happens, it's a lot cheaper to sell with a nuisance fee, because it's a self-absorbing quote that swung around."

"Ugh... but of course. Naturally, that's..."

Count who, with a sinister face, answers that as if he had no choice.

Well, I don't think it's going to be worth that much, but I need to give it back to an old couple of owners who are happy to sell it high, or a realtor who suffered from hard work.

Immediately after that, Count Oram pulled away.

I let Emile go right back to the main office for now. It would be too harsh to leave Bell alone, even though he's determined to be worried.

And I asked the realtor to message me to come to the branch after noon. The Count said he would go straight to the realtor and talk, so to hear the results. I can't relocate without confirmation, and I want to know what we talked about. I don't think the Count will imitate anything strange over this period, but it's possible the realtor tried to take something delicious.

This time the realtor is also a swinging victim, but only became the Count's, so the majority of the profits would have to be taken by the old couple, who were the owners of the head office, and me. No, really.

And you won't need me bothering you out. Yes, the other side should come.

"This time, I caused you trouble..."

Well, it's not that the realtor is bad, it's noble's, and if it's the countess's gorilla push, I can't help but say no. Besides, the price offered by the Count was never bad, so if the old couple decided to sell convincingly, to the realtor, who is the intermediary, there is no sin.

I know that. I know...

"You could have followed me a little..."

Yeah, that's what I think.

Well, maybe he didn't even think he'd swallow that condition, but if he turned that down, the Count should naturally have prepared for the next dialogue, which would have pushed him more and more. Put out a condition that you can't swallow at all first, then turn it into a slightly conceded condition, make you feel like you got something, that's it.

Yeah, after all, it was only because I took the other person's thoughts off and swallowed "the conditions of the impossible muscle that have been decided to be rejected from the beginning, as a jab, properly decided," that I had a contract for Zubuzub with less elaborated, holes. Maybe the final point of the push must have been a more elaborate condition.

But that's a theory of results.

At that point, if you showed me a bit of an attitude about protecting my guests, I still haven't, however, guided the Count directly without prior notice, and I didn't even try to prevent him from striking me unexpectedly without time to think.

There must have been various ways to guide them later, or to run someone from the store to warn them quickly.

So I didn't feel any blame (or shaku) on my conscience for coming out strong and pulling out concessions.

And I checked with the realtor who looked sorry, about the Count.

"What has the Count said?

To my question, the realtor answered without any further trouble.

"Yes, I want you to buy this property back,. At first, it was said that it was the same amount that I bought, plus some amount to the owner and me as an unsolicited rent, but the original owner has already started to prepare with that money with the intention of moving to the city where the sons and grandchildren live, and I can't say I can buy it back now.... because it was a pretty good price, selling value.

So I told the Count that, and that property, we decided to buy it. I mean, it's not an brokerage property, it's a property we own, so... "

Something strangely delightful about that?

"So, how much did you buy and beat?

"Huh..."

Amazing realtor.

You don't understand!

That Earl wasn't trying to make a small fortune because the product of "Atelier of the Layette" was what he was looking for. Well, even the Count's house may be poor and in trouble for money, but that Count was a fine figure, and he had a decent escort. I'm probably not having trouble with the money because it was tight enough to pull off. And in this matter, which ended in failure, I was most worried about strange rumors spreading and names falling.

... I mean, it wasn't a bad payment.

Besides, most importantly, I just think that the swinging, annoying realtor is in a good mood because he made money.

"... rent, it goes down, doesn't it?

"Huh?"

"Rent, you're going down!

"Uh, no, the..."

"Ya, chi, hmm! Sa, but, ri, ma, su, right!!

"…………………, yes…"

All right, I won!

And he made sure that the building rights at the head office were already passed to the realtor, and the rental contract for the second store was canceled full today, no rent or anything else, so he talked. No, originally, a week is free, and I was talking about it.

As soon as the realtor returned and closed time, the door tightened and the curtains closed. The item is then stored in the Per Shelf item box. Store chairs, desks, and everything else. I didn't bring much luggage in because I was originally meant to be a temporary temporary store. Still, I thought it might take three to four days, maybe a little longer in some cases, but it ended unexpectedly early.

Finally, a sticker on the door.

'The temporary store has been withdrawn. Return to HQ to sell your medicine'

Yeah, it was only one day, but some of my customers, they went to the head office, asked me where I was going, and they came over. It's temporary, so I'll be back in a minute, but you'll need an announcement sticker.

Then, escorted back to the main store by three men, Emile, Francet and Roland, with their bare hands. I don't have to come to this branch anymore, no, ex-branch. Also, unless some strange nobleman shows up.

"I'm back."

It is time to close the branch office, so naturally the head office is past the closing time. The doors are closed and the wooden windows are closed, but they are not locked. Bell couldn't have locked the door without me inside.

And Bell waited for us to come home at the accounting desk..., he wasn't there.

Is that it?

"Oh, it's caorle...... honey, it's late! Please help me quickly!

Hear my voice, Belle, coming out of the back. For some reason, I'm wearing an apron.

You were in a hurry, and I hung up on you to say "Dear" instead of "Caorle", which had been settled recently.

"What? What are you in such a hurry about?

Bell screamed at me when the situation was decent without grasping it at all.

"It's lunch! We have to make lunch tomorrow, you won't make it to the beginning tomorrow morning!

No, well, for what I did sell today, I kept the simmer and stuff in the stock during last night, and all sorts of plantings......

"Oh, the Count thing, because I've already cleaned it up. I've already paid off the branch, and I'll be open here normally tomorrow, so that's enough."

That's what I said and tried to reassure Bell, but Bell shook his neck to the side.

"No. That's not how I'm going.

The people who bought me lunch today came in the evening. And, ladies and gentlemen, order for tomorrow... The colleagues who came with us were also booked. Total, to more than fifty.

I'm not going to make at least 80 bookings... "

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Eh!

Thirty pieces were made for sale today. Still, last night's manipulation and getting up early this morning to make it was pretty tight. Eighty of them?

"Ki, what's selling today..."

"Of course, it's sold out. I wasn't advertising, so I was slow on my feet at first, but when I found out about the lunch box, it was a moment. This could sell out as soon as I have a hundred tomorrow..."

"Hey, dude!

Food shops are hard.

Purchasing, sourcing, cooking and customer service. Anyway, I have a long detention period, a lot of standing and water work. And if I mispredict the sale, I get a lot of discarded ingredients out.... Well, in my case, less loss due to disposal thanks to the item box.

Anyway, I never meant to be a grocer!

"Then why did you start a lunchbox shop or something?

That's what Roland came in to hear me whine.

"Regardless of drugs, ceramics, or anything else that might be money, it wasn't like the nobility wanted it to be, and I still wanted customers to be happy to sell something, and when it came to something I was confident I could make it in a normal way, it was only about cooking... I thought it was just for a few days anyway, so I thought maybe 30 a day would be fine,......

But why would I get an appointment?

I look sorry for Bell, but this is my eight hits. As of the early morning, I didn't know that a piece would come with it today, etc., and if the customer would be happy to buy it, Bell would certainly be happy to sell it and accept an appointment. Think I'll be happy.

Sure, I'm much happier selling out than selling out. Profit, not in the sense that the hard made lunch was not wasted and the customer was happy. And that would be the same with the bell we made together.

"... sorry"

I honestly apologized to Bell.

"So, what do we do..."

I grabbed Fransette's shoulder, trying to get out softly.

"I won't let you get away with it, will I?

Yes, you should have more manpower.

Men?

No, not many people would say they want to eat a lunch made by a man.

Besides, in the first place, I don't even think Emile and Roland could be of use in making lunches.

"Well, good luck!

That's what I said, drag the francette to the kitchen in the back.

Oh, before I do, I need to get the drug shelves out of the item box and line them up.

Let the men sort that out...