Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"... I'm sorry. I was just in good shape. I'm reflecting. So can I stop sitting in the front seat on the brick?

I preach Loretta that I'm just a little too well.

It's a front seat on a brick.

What's a little. You unlimited runaway daughter.

"But it's pathetic to have a brick workshop crumble. Besides, we won't be able to get them to open up at the festival. Your brother's in trouble too."

"So I guess it's not going to be a good idea to stick your neck in your family troubles!

"I want you to do something for me"

"Don't be impotent. It's not a matter of what others say."

"If we run out of bricks, we won't be able to make the manager's flower beds either!

"Ugh..."

"............... Mr. Store Manager, I was so excited"

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"You said with a sparkling face that you were full of flowers and wanted your customers to be happy!

"Ahhh! All right, don't flatter me!

"Bye!?

"Just listen to me!

"That's your brother! I can tell the story!

... This guy, he's got a lot on his mind?

There are cowardly things like using Ginette.

Mostly he cheats because he says "I'm fine" even though he's so sad.

Otherwise, it's a little more comforting... but I don't need to be comforted from the edge, so it's hard to hit my hand...

Anyway, using Ginette is cowardly.

... just this once, so I move.

"Well, let me start with each one of you."

"Then your brother will start by listening to your parents. If you're young, I'll talk to you first."

"You talk man-to-man?

"That's right. Then we'll take turns scrutinizing each story."

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"What's wrong, sir?

"... alone with the handsome.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Ho?

When you're alone with a handsome person, a woman can develop handsome supremacist disease by being struck by a strange poison.

No matter how biased the thought may be, "If handsome says so, it must be! It's a terrible disease that makes you think short circuits."

"Are you worried?

"No, nothing, I'm not worried or anything..."

"Oh no!

"Whoa!?

Loretta suddenly hugged me about what I thought.

I've never seen this guy get so blatantly sweet. I thought he was the one with a lot of body touches...

"Duh, what's wrong, suddenly!?

"Enough already! Your brother is adorable!

"Huh!?

"Don't worry, I like you the most among men."

"Ha!? You, what...!?

"It must have been taken!"

"Who's so worried!

I'm just saying that if Loretta gets invaded by a serious disease, it's an annoyance, or something like that... but even Loretta says she has a nasty 'disease that makes her want to stick her neck in it if she cares...' cause it's gonna get out of my hands, that's what I'm worried about!

............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Don't grind your face while you nibble!

"Oh... Magda, you know what it's like..."

How do you feel?

"Hmm! Something motivated me!

"... I'm a little tired."

"Well, I will listen to the situation well! Your brother asks for Osama!

Loretta, who is somewhat oddly motivated, says with a matte face.

So, well, suppose we listen to Osama.

"Brother."

"What?

"... I don't like being taken by Osama, do I?

"Who will be taken! Get the fuck out of here!

"Yes! Later, then!

Pisces saluted and Loretta ran to the work place.

"Well, then, I'm on the sidewalk."

Osama and the handsome are each asked to wait at the workshop and at the garden.

A handsome workplace is a place to mould bricks with clay, and an ossan workshop is a place to bake moulded bricks.

I set foot in the field.

The size is about the size of a meeting room in a public hall...... I got a narrower impression than I thought.

There are bricks around after baking or tools I'm not sure I would use to bake a brick.

"Oh, you've come a lot. Well, have a seat."

The lower brick wall in front of the brick is indicated.

It was about the height of a snake, and when I lowered my hips there, it was a low that would make it easier for me to peek into the wax.

On such a low brick, me and Osama sit across the street.

... What a sight. Sur.

"I'm Bojek Oiler. He's a bricklayer, as you can see."

Osama, named Bojet, grins deeply at the wrinkles engraved in his face.

It's Park, but it seems like a good Osama.

I wonder how much has happened to that yelling so much.

I named my name and briefly told you why I came here today.

"Ho, thank God for the Spirit Festival"

"So I was wondering if you could exhibit and sell the bricks from this workshop."

"Nice! Sounds interesting! But I wonder if our bricks will sell..."

"No, I'm not expecting the number of sales this time. I just need you to challenge me with the intention of increasing my visibility. The store opening fee will be paid by the landlord as a percentage of the sales, but this time we are not going to get the location fee."

If they were to charge a store opening fee, stores with no sales prospects would be lost. Then we're in trouble. The first time needs to be busy anyway.

So I won't take the store opening fee.

Instead, ask them to pay a fixed percentage from the sale as a tax.

This way, only money will be taken and no profit will be made... what a store should be gone. Stores that don't sell at all and don't go black were not hard enough on the part of the store.

"Hey, but I don't know... talking about this may sound hideous, but if you're opening a store, you want to sell it. We can't afford it either."

The brick workshop seems to be an artisan joining the ceramic guild.

From what I've seen, it doesn't look very flourishing.

Well, it's District 42. The roads are stripped of soil and the buildings are almost wooden. Even the occasional stone buildings do not use bricks.

Demand for bricks is extremely low in District 42.

"You're doing great."

"Ha... you make it clear"

Well, it would be weird to fix it and flatter you.

"Harsh to be honest. I mean, it's the limit now. We have to shut down this brick factory."

"I heard there's a demand for flowerbeds?

Estella was admiring the bricks here.

"Well, about a few times a year. Lords and this flower bed is huge, so when you get a request from over there, you can rest assured that this year will hold up."

Is that the kind of business situation that leads to one customer...

"But it's a house with a brick flower bed, because it doesn't even count."

Sure. I've never seen it.

I haven't even decorated the store with one of the flowers, even in a potentially lucrative tavern like Cantalchica.

I wonder how the Ukrainian clothes store went......? That sheep Obasan, I don't know because he likes cute things... maybe he does.

Grandma Mum seems to like flowers and stuff, but I'm sure she doesn't have the money to buy flowerbeds or anything.

No one I know seems to have a flowerbed more than a one-handed finger.

You won't be able to do it in that state.

Is the brick workshop in a roundabout situation?

"But! I came here and a miracle happened!

"Ki, miracle......?

All of a sudden, the jet rises up, fisting at the waist and begins to squeeze the power into a mess.

... What, me, getting beat up?

"It's a reverse ball!

Fist up, heavenly barking jets.

... Reverse balls?

"You're saying some rich guy missed your son?

"Exactly! No, what I saw was my son's technology, right? Hey, that's a pretty eye-catching Jen! Look at the brick we delivered. Oh, 'Who made this brick?' That's what I came for. So, I'm being honest?" Ah, that's a brick made by our cunt. Come on. Pretty good, huh? 'That's what I said! Then! "

Pahn! - And strike your hand and make it sound flashy.

I thought my eardrum was frightened and spasmodic for a moment. That's how big a noise sounded.

"'Could you make this bricklayer our exclusive?' I'm coming! As a matter of fact, the bricks you make are not the same size as the bricks there! Thirty years of bricks, I say, for sure! It's my parents' eye, isn't it? Rather, this assessment is more rigorous than others!

"If you send that rating to your customers, you've changed your brick sales a little bit.

"Stupid, you. How could my father admire his praise in front of a stranger? That's why I told you."

Special treatment. That hurts. Well, thank you. What can I say?

"So, my lord Jen is a noble lady who lives in the twenty-ninth district. Beautiful Jen, who lived surrounded by flowers all her life. There is no single rumor that ever floats, and I do not meet the many men who say, exactly the beauty of the deep window, the lady who is said to be the flower of the high ridge. She herself was going to be single all her life, but she even took a glance at the brick and said, 'If you can make such a great brick, you can give me all of my assets'! It's on our tail, isn't it? The nobleman will pick up the kid who lost his mother early and I raised him with one of my male hands, no shards of education, and a stone's throw. You've never been so lucky, have you? Hey, you think so!?

"As it is, well... rarely, I guess not"

"Right!? You think so!?

Has Xing come on board, and Bojet has come to grimace. Honestly, it's hot and painful.

You're the only one with no upbringing, and your son seemed pretty discerning.

And then will you stop using your back voice when your lady's line? It's disgusting. And twisting your body.

"Because, that idiot son. Ha!" I don't want to make anything but bricks that I want to make. If you want to connect with a nobleman, you can just remarry your father 'or something! I punched him, man!

I feel malicious about my son's monomane.

I guess it's because my subjectivity is closer to my son's generation than my father's... my father's words sound lame.

Whatever you think, my son would be more right.

You suddenly ask me to marry someone I don't even know about, and I can't believe it's for money... can you?

"Hey, Bo. You don't have another son?

"He's an only child. Mother... she passed away early..."

"So if you give one son to your aristocratic son-in-law, won't this brick factory be interrupted on your behalf?

"Ha-ha-ha! It's okay! I'm not retiring until a kid is born!

"My son will be an aristocratic child, so you can't let him inherit a brick factory, can you?

"Then you can grow a lot! Five, six of them. Oh, about one of them will turn it to us!

... No, this guy.

It's surprisingly short circuited.

"Really... can't you just remarry?

"I'm sorry, but it's just me and my mom."

... Temehe is the most selfish.

"I don't want to make it. I mean, you can't help it, can you? Isn't it more negative for a brick factory to be forced to be a son-in-law and buy an unhappiness?

"It's all right! You're a noble lady, aren't you? Definitely decided to fall in love!

Who decided, that's not true.

"Besides, I'm not opposed to bricks, jobs, that sort of thing."

"... what do you mean? You don't like it because you don't want to make anything but convinced bricks, do you?

"No! No, it's not, Yashillo!

Don't call me out of the blue.... Damn, this is why the artisans in the 'who admitted it once' system... even if you admit it, I still haven't!

"Ha ha! I'm hanging out with that suspicious woman!

"Suspicious woman?

"Oh, I saw it! I was worried about it and walked out of the workshop during the day to avoid people."

What a stalker-tempered father. Kisanayi.

"Then there's a line of ruins ahead, right? Near there, dressed in black all over my body, I was in close contact with a shady woman!

A fist-shaking jet. There was a flame of resentment burning up in my eyes.

If it's a pattern like avoiding the eyes and seeing each other, it's not so strange whether a woman is making herself less noticeable in black clothes, and if she's in close contact in an unpopular place lined with ruins.

But for Boje, who assumes his son is hanging out with the woman, I guess he showed up to be a suspicious woman.

... Honestly, I don't want to get involved in this hand story.

I'm not interested in other people's sex, and when I get involved, it doesn't make a lot of sense, and in case something goes well, there's going to be a pair more rear charging in the world.

...... KEEP! Ignore it. Ignore it! It's none of my business!

"That's why! If only that suspicious woman were gone, she would be happy to be the son-in-law of the nobleman! What? You think so!?

"Ahhh... well, I don't know. Love is a big part of what we think. You can't let me talk to you. Well, I'm around here..."

"Parents! Tell me more about it!

"Wow!?

When I stood up, Loretta suddenly appeared from behind and stuffed me into a jet.

... When are you behind this?

"Love between handsome craftsmen and nobles... the suspicious mystery woman who showed up there...... so interesting!

"Don't you dare talk back to me! I'm sorry, Bob. Don't mind me ignoring this idiot..."

"Then let me ask you something, young lady! The contents of all 267-page confidential investigation reports that I tailed!

"Yep! Careful, plenty, snuggly!

............... Oh, no. This.

He won't stop.

Then I'll leave and go to my son.

I could grasp the general reason, and if you listen to what my son has to say, you'll see some.

"Well, you guys can be good friends and love bananas."

Loretta and Bojet, who are not even oriented towards my words.

They were already in love bana mode and had begun to give detailed explanations from around where Bojet noticed his son's anomaly.

... Yeah, that's enough. Let it go.

I left the yard and headed to work.

"Welcome. Use the right chair. I can't help it."

My son turns to me with a refreshing smile as he enters the workplace.

The workplace is much larger than the yard, and is there a dance hall or so?

A large work desk is placed in the center of the room and a shelf is installed on one side of the wall that keeps the molded bricks dry. And the red soil and clay were piled up like mountains.

Smells like dirt. Somewhere to settle down.

In such a workplace, the handsome man recommends me a chair with clay on it.

"I'm sorry for doing the work," I said.

Yeah. At this stage, it turns out that this son is more educated than Bojet.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Theron Oiler. I'm a bricklayer. Even so, it was last year's twilight that my father gave me his pardon, so I'm still running out."

"Your bricks have a good reputation."

"I've only been doing research for a long time. That's about as much as I've touched the clay all my life and tried and missed it while playing. It's part of my life, the earliest."

"Studying is a good thing. We will preserve tradition while pioneering something new. That's what matters."

Sit back in the right chair and try to drool a sermon or something on a young man.

... Well, I guess I look younger for what I saw. Theron looks like he's in his twenties, while I'm still, like, sixteen.

I thought I said something about poking him in the nose a little bit... and Theron started staring at my face jiggly and his eyes sparkling.

"Yes! That's right! That's innovation! The important thing is innovation!

"A...... Innovation......?

It's kind of a word that makes me sweat disgustingly against my back.

............... this guy was on the boulevard then?

"My childhood friend told me that a hero showed up on the street the other day. Did you know?

"Hey... I don't know about 'hero'..."

I know if it's a story about a well-spoken con man standing around.

"I heard the words of a hero and the shock ran like a thunder struck my whole body!

I'm pimping for it. I'm sorry about the lightning strike, huh? That means it wasn't such a huge shock. He slept in an exquisite, weird position and said, 'Fall!' I imagined my body was like, 'Bikun!' I guess it was a shock to the extent that it did. As is often the case, such a thing.

"Well, I may lack persuasion because I hear it again..."

Theron dyes his cheeks shyly, picks his forehead and plays.

What, you say to me, "That guy's cute? You want me to think," or something?

Yeah, well, it's not gonna be that easy, is it?

"But I felt the moody emotions in the back of my heart that I had all along cleared up. Traditional brick making is of course important, but more importantly, I want to make bricks like that that that I've never had before, new… surprising the world!

I don't think the public wants that kind of surprise for a brick...

"So I can't be noble son-in-law. I can't stand being stuck in a mansion and baking bricks for flowerbeds for the rest of my life..."

"Aren't you running away for the right reasons because that noble lady isn't your type?

"No! The type, not the type... that doesn't matter to me from the beginning!

"I have a woman I like."

"-!?

Drawing stars.

Oh, I guess so.

"... did my father tell you anything?

"No, it's not a big deal. More than that," childhood tame "you just said to yourself... that's who your first love is and who you think you are today...................... no?

To my point, Theron opens his eyes round and his mouth pounding.

These amazingly dumb expressions also look a little cute when you're handsome......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

... Dangerous, dangerous. What was I thinking right now?

Hang on, I... damn, good-looking power, wow!

"That's amazing. You're right. Are you a bad teacher?

"No. I'm just a cafeteria employee"

"Dining room...?

He seems genuinely surprised to be told his secret.

I thought it was clearly written on my face.

He spoke the words of a hero as he said, "I asked him about childhood," but this guy was not impressed because he was the one who uttered the words. Because he is the 'childhood tame' person that he admits to being a hero.

At the end of the day, Theron only recognized someone he recognized as a child molester.

Then why can you admit such an honest stranger...... it's simple. Because the woman I fell in love with is the one I'm worried about.

Suppose her favorite disheartening favorite was' Donnell Kebab '. At that time, most people have a positive impression of' Donnelkebab ', which they have never spoken of before. And' Donnelkebab ', the first time I've ever spoken with a good impression, definitely feels better than when I spoken with a bad impression. Because humans are preconceived creatures.

Well, that's why. Until I guessed that the childhood tame who taught this guy the words of the hero he was happy to speak would be his favorite woman.

"She's a lot more amazing than I am... she's been pursuing innovation ever since she was young... and even when I was shaking between tradition and innovation, she never got lost... and I admire her. As a woman, of course, as a human being."

"Then you can tell your father that." I'm not getting married because I have a woman I like, "he said."

"If you say that, it's about that guy... it could harm her"

They don't trust me, that Osama.

"... just for the record... my father had a bit of a stalking temperament..."

"Yeah, I know."

If I know you and I know you, I don't think you mean "a little".

"You are... Mr. Yashiro, you are a prospect of everything... he is a great man"

No, because you parents and kids are just too easy to understand, right?

"So, what kind of innovation is she pursuing?

"Flowers. He's been doing research for over a decade to produce flowers that still don't exist in this world."

Theron's eyes telling that seemed like an innocent girl looking up at a rainbow in the sky...... oh well this was convincing enough to make me wonder what to say.

This guy didn't see anything but that childhood maid.

What is innovation?

What's so convincing about making bricks?

After all, you're an exhausted man who just wants to spend everything in his life for a woman he's in love with.

Hmm, I don't hate stupid guys like that for............ %.

So much so that I want to be there for you.

"I know how you feel, Theron. I'll help you with the slightest force."

"Is it true!?

"Ah.... for now"

I was in the vicinity, picking up the hammer to smash the brick.

"... your father, where to bury him?

"No, no, no, no! Can you give me a break about that!?

Why?

Even though that's the quickest way to do it?

"In financial terms, we also know that our workshop is in trouble. As it is, the workshop will be lost..."

"Then you're the kind of woman who thinks that's your responsibility for childhood tampering, huh?

"... really, everything is foreseeable"

Theory is the guy.

Otherwise, I'll stop this workshop! I can take the approach, and Theron's the type who's going to be fine with doing that. But I didn't. Why?

Solution - Because she doesn't make it any better.

"I mean, hopefully we can survive the workshop without noble assistance, right?

"Yes. If you have a purpose ahead of you, noblemen will turn you down from me. I will do anything in the dungeon to convey my sincerity and understanding."

Well, with all those thoughts, you'll see beyond.... unless the sexual roots of the aristocracy are rotten.

"Well, I'll try to squeeze my wits if I can't handle it"

"Is it true!? It's comforting to have someone like you on my side!

"No, no, no. Don't expect too much."

"Yes! I won't!

He's a straight guy...

"If you can help me, I'll do whatever it takes! Say anything! So, please, thank you!

Bending at ninety degrees, Cylon bows his head.

Something like this... is Nori from the gym giving up her father? Kind of hard to tangle with.

"Well, get me a product that's going to sell by the festival, and I might ask you to do something a little unscrupulous in the future, so make it convenient then"

"Yes! Welcome!

Uh-huh... the handsome guy is coming up close to me... I'm annoyed to smell a little good...

"Oh, and he wants to set up a flowerbed in our dining room..."

"I accept! As many as you can! As many square meters!

Hot... hot, enthusiastic. It's too hot for my heart to shrivel...

"Hmm?"

And as I was sending in the ghoulish coming Theron, I found something unusual on the shelf of the wall.

No, you mean changed...... can you make this stuff out of bricks? That's him.

"Hey, that... vase, right?

"Huh? Oh, yes. Planters and bowls have been around for a long time, but I finally finished them the other day after a trial and error to make flowers easier to enjoy."

"Water, won't it leak?

"Yes! I struggled!

"How much does it weigh?

"We've made it as lightweight as possible!

"Heh..."

... Vase, huh?

"Hey, alle, can you sell me?

"I'll give it to you!

"No... sell me"

"............... why, is that?

"There's a lot going on."

"Really...? Yes, I understand! Okay, we'll give you a cheap one!

Hmm.

You made a good purchase.

"It's too late. I'll show my face again."

"Yes! I'll be waiting for you!

"... next time, drop me some more tone of voice"

"Yes, I understand."

He is an honest man.

With a refreshing smile on my good-looking face, I didn't feel worse.

"Theron! Theron's here!

"Dad!?... What? What can I do for you?

All of a sudden, there's a jet crashing into the workplace.

Theron's expression gets cold as soon as possible.... This is pretty twisted...

"I really need to talk to you."

"I was wondering if you could come back later. I have an important customer now."

"No! It has to be now! You'll be done in a minute, so listen to me!

Atmospheric by the momentum of the shots, Cylon sees me glimpse.

Don't ask me... I snorted at him, and Theron said, "Go ahead" on the top of the Buddha.

"Actually... Dad... I'm going to remarry Loretta!

"" Ha!?

What are you talking about, this guy!?

"Hey, Loretta, you're so cute! It's been sixteen years since my mother died, but Father, I may have finally found a new spring..."

"Loretta!

"Yes! Brother!"

I grab Loretta's neck, which jumped right out of the back of the jet, and force her into the corner of the room.

"You, what have you done to that Osama?

"Hey, I was holding up a lot to get the story out, and they kind of got me wrong...... you're in trouble"

"I'll swell your cheek bag to bread with water!

"Da, no! The water! Because it's a little disgusting in my tummy puffy!

"Cellophone! She's my new mom! Come on, call me Mom!

"What are you thinking, Dad!?

Oh, no more! It's just stupid!

I fronted Loretta on a brick, threatened a rambling jet with an iron hammer, forgived Theron for flat-apologizing, bought a vase and then left the brick factory behind.

...... I'm so tired at the end............ I want to go home and fall asleep soon already.

"Brother. I heard a lot from Mr. Bojet, about the monstrous woman who hangs out with Mr. Theron! Would you like to hear it!?

"I don't want to hear it say one thing or the other. Tomorrow."

"Actually, the suspicious woman is now witnessed more than a decade ago going back..."

"Tomorrow, right!?

If I talk out, I won't stop. Block Loretta's mouth. I'll strangle you with wings and shut you up completely.

"It's Ca! It's your brother's eclectic!

"It's weird! I'm tired! Just go home and get some sleep!

The sky is dark because we ate too much time in the workshop. It's totally night.

Both health and qi are already at their limit.

There's no room left for this.

All you have to do is go home and sleep.

Yes, I thought...

"Um..."

Unpopular, in a lonely narrow alley lined with ruins...... I was accidentally called out.

... from behind, fine... to the woman's voice.

Abominable rumors that have been heard scattered all at once come to life in my brain.

My heart is about to burst, striking an early bell, and unpleasant sweat blows out of my whole body.

And looking back in horror............

There, glowing pale and blurry...... a woman stood like a black shadow........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

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Me, we met...