Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Turtleneck takes the stance of "Spirit Referee" on Temporo.

"You!? What are you going to do!"

Tempulo hurriedly backs down and kicks into the chair that was behind him and falls over.

Rattling and making a flashy noise, the chair rolled over.

"When I became an executive of the company, I dedicated my will to the publishing party." When I was on the board, I was made to read the rules, wasn't I? That convention is my ambition as an executive of the information paper publishing committee. "

It was very simple and difficult to hold on to all the time.

'One. Information paper exists to enrich people's lives. Always inscribe this in your heart, and beware of any words or deeds that go against it. "

'One. The publishing house is another family. We must recognize our rights, keep a close eye on them, and nurture each and every one of them. "

For one thing shall not give unto him that hath not the same will the power of a prince. We must be proud and protect ourselves. "

Do not use informational paper as a tool for incitement or slander.

Don't be unfair to your people.

We can't lure outsiders in and let them take over.

Naturally, it is difficult to keep up with it.

By the way, I hope that a lot of money and interest rights will start to get involved.

"Now, comrade Temporalo Seriont, who shares the same aspirations."

Tartrio takes a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Have you seen this paper before?"

It was a contract that the press club exchanged when recruiting reporters and editors.

There, it is written about the confidentiality obligation of "not to reveal information obtained", the social doctrine of "not to cause significant harm to third parties for the purpose of interviewing", and the social security system of employees that "the contractor shall be protected from its dignity and shall never be trampled on".

This is clearly stated in it.

“Employees shall be duly valued and remunerated accordingly.”

"Tempurro, you're not giving your salary to reporters, editors and employees, are you?"

It's a violation of the convention.

"No, that's not true!" Well, those who are hardened up there have written articles! I can't get paid for not doing my job. This is a legitimate assessment! ”

"So, the editor-in-chief there confessed earlier that he couldn't even evaluate the article fairly." Oh, it's the editor-in-chief. "

”Huh!?”

As Tartrio moves his gaze to the editor-in-chief, the editor-in-chief begins to complain about his legitimacy in a sweaty way.

"Oh, that's... it just so happens that the articles that the desk came up with were only articles from certain people!" That's right, your articles didn't get to me in the first place! This is an indisputable fact! "

Desk... I mean, it's bad that Barossa at the third-rate chief desk doesn't put the article up.

I was dumbfounded and inadvertently leaked a word.

I don't have any doubts about who's in charge.

"It's so annoying, there! I want outsiders to keep their mouths shut! Well, I guess you said we were going to have an internal conversation! What are you supposed to look like and stay here forever!?"

"This is my property now." In other words, you've been sitting on my property? ”

"Haha, I'll leave when the discussion is over, that's right!" Wouldn't it be nice to be a little bit more attentive? You're the lord!? I don't know if you're the lord of smiles, but I can't laugh at all! "

Is it because of fear and nervousness? The editor-in-chief was annoyed by the opportunity, the lack of things, the wind in the willow.

She is barking with blue streaks on her forehead and scattering her vines.

Such ugly words are popping out of my mouth.

"Even if you don't have the ability, just flirting with your boss makes you the editor-in-chief. In the future, you should try to resign from positions that are not suitable for you."

"It's disrespectful, you! I was bought to be editor-in-chief!”

"Oh... I see." Well then, let me test that ability. "

and take out the things that were prepared in advance.

Hey, Estella. "... I'm really scared that I'm doing what Yashiro says..." or something.

I wonder if you're taking it like this.

Once you've made a rough prediction, fine-tune it on site to match it. Sneakily manipulate the air in the field, the emotions of the other person, and the hearts of the audience.

Me, Gerrassie, and Tartrio each stand in front of the editor-in-chief holding a piece of paper with a short sentence written on it.

"This is a catchcopy of cotton candy sold in District 42." Editor-in-Chief, try to decide which one is the best. "

On paper, Tartrio wrote, "Even cotton candy that disappears when you put it in your mouth, the sweetness will remain in your mouth and heart forever."

On paper, Gellarsey wrote, "A cloud of edible cotton candy that turns every day into a special day."

And on the paper I have, it says, "Norma's boobs are no longer cotton candy."

“This is nonsense. You don't have to think about it, it's the one that Colin wrote the most!”

"What? Which one? The one I have is the best?"

"What are you listening to, you!" This is it! Officer Colin says this copy is the best! ”

The editor-in-chief points to the paper that Tartrio has.

I'm going to go down a little bit.

"Look at it again." Isn't this something you can't hear right away? Don't you think I'd like to put it on the information paper? "

"Shit! Can you put the text written by such an amateur on the information paper?" This copy of Colin's executive is the only one on the information paper! ”

Listen to what the editor-in-chief has to say, and I'll brag to Estella and the others.

"... right? I told you so."

That's right. The palm is just fine.

Maru is impressed.

"The contradiction between your mouth and eyes is proof that you are incompetent, Editor-in-Chief."

"What!? So you think Sir Erin's copy is better than yours!?" Certainly, it looks neatly organized, but the words need to be deep. That copy has no depth! "

Haha, that's spicy.

I laughed without thinking of the editor-in-chief's suicide bombing, which was too beautiful, and gave Tartrio encouragement to smuggle it in secret.

"There's no depth." Go harder, Tartrio. "

”Hmm... I didn't expect you to say this clearly”

"... eh?"

When I got here, I finally noticed something wrong, Editor-in-Chief.

Yes, it's a simple trick.

“Who told you that the person who wrote it had the paper?”

Tartrio and Gellarsee had exchanged a catchcopy of each other's writing.

In other words, the depthless copy that has just been dropped by the editor-in-chief is a Tartrio.

"In other words, you're just posting the information you see with your eyes."

Because Tartrio has it. So this copy is great. Otherwise, the judgment criteria have been reversed.

"It's too much for someone with power." You don't have the power to see the real thing. "

Gellarsea's thought text is long and prolonged, and she feels a little uncomfortable when she speaks it.

I can see the feeling of somehow trying to put it together beautifully, and on the contrary, it's annoying.

If it's really Gellarsee-like, I'd be very praised.

“By the way, this catchcopy I have is my own idea!”

"You don't have to say that, everyone knows that." I don't think of any such nonsense except for you. "

You don't understand.

This is an exquisite metaphorical expression that complicates the softness and sweetness of fluff and the whiteness and excitement of the chest.

So, I mean--

I'll brand the Loser as I turn to the editor-in-chief who's trapped.

"The articles of the reporters on this side now seemed to be lost due to the inability to see, persist, aspiration, and nothing."

And I'll tell you about the crisis you're facing.

“It means that they were unfairly downgrading their reputation - they were taking their profits at your own discretion.”

"Shit, no! It's not me!" The desk... the chief desk is bad! "

The editor-in-chief takes a position in which he holds his head and nods, doesn't see anything anymore, doesn't listen, doesn't talk.

Well, you do that.

"- Yes, but do you have any opinions?"...... you've already woken up, haven't you, Chief Desk? "

Barossa was awake when Tartrio sat on the chair.

However, I pretended to have fainted because I was wrong.

My breathing had changed, and I was subtly moving to see if the same position was difficult.

... right? If you're sensitive to these small changes, you'll see a lot of things.

"... it's not my fault"

Barossa rose to her feet and muttered in disgrace.

"I was just doing what I was told!" I'm not to blame! In the first place, it's the desk's prerogative to decide whether an article is good or bad. If you don't like the desk, it's a bad article! Yes, you've lost all my articles so far! Hey, that's right, Colin! "

Tartrio exhales a sigh at Barossa, who is doing the opposite.

"You don't have anything in your text, do you?"

Barossa's face turns bright red.

Anger, shame, remorse, and such emotions stain your eyes red.

”No matter how many words I write, it's not going to stay the same”

Squeaking her back teeth, Barossa stands up.

"Well, then! Can you guess the text I wrote just like you did!?" Give it a try! "

Barossa gathers Tempurist reporters to start writing in the distance.

I don't know what you're doing.

Well, I appreciate you taking the time.

The more you spend, the more you cheat, the more you expose yourself to the ugliness, the more power hits and shrivels the hearts of the tartrio reporters who regain their emotions and burn in anger.

I wonder why they did this to me.

That energy will be needed for this next stage.

Come on, Ayakedo, third-rate.

In the first place, I'm going to go ahead and do the second best thing I did that I hated.....

Let's just say you're a total loser, huh?

Then, after about five minutes, Barossa, who was very good at it, said, "It's a catchcopy of the information paper! Five sheets of paper presented."

Me, Turtleneck, Mull, and Estella point to a piece of paper with a song of "Sue's".

Of the five sheets, I was the most fussy, and I took care of them, and pointed to a sentence that was empty, but that was exactly what Barossa wrote.

Everyone is correct.

This is embarrassing.

Yep.

After all, I don't have any products, so I don't have any third-rate texts.

Even Estella and I can read what the person who wrote the text thought, what intention he wrote it with, what kind of personality he is with the idea of the extension, and so on.

If you can't even do that, either you've been grossly negligent in your efforts, or you're incompetent even if you try.

"Well... as we just proved, the editor-in-chief and the chief desk can't see the text." Oops, the chief desk didn't "see" the inspection, but at a time when the "writing" taste was pretty good, I guess. "

Shaking her shoulders, Barossa dyed her face red and her eyes bleeding with steam from her nose.

Somehow, we're about to blow ourselves up in ten seconds, his face. Shit.

"What was that? Was it the depth of the sentence...?"

Laughing with his nose, the editor-in-chief leaned over the floor and squeezed back.

“Not only do we overlook good sentences, but we can't dismiss bad texts, so there's no question of incompetence.”

According to Carla's testimony, the selling girl who had been taken into custody due to the illegal sale of the information paper, the chief desk and editor-in-chief of the recent information paper had decided to publish an article for both of them.

Well, Barossa decided it by herself, and the editor-in-chief issued it with a no-check.

Rather than a monkey, it's a hole.

I put what Barossa wanted on the paper.

With Wishato's gratitude...... the last one was closer to a hysteria of personal resentment...... but the scornful and vulgar texts of the 42nd arrondissement were mass-produced.

"The arbitrariness and prejudice of the incompetents deprive us of the places and opportunities that we were originally supposed to be able to play, and it is never" legitimate evaluation "that is judged to be fruitless. It is a clear violation of the Code, and quite simply a“ lie ”, that the senior management has abandoned the“ due diligence ”stipulated in the Code and has not paid them the remuneration they were supposed to receive.”

When entering into an employee contract, both the employer and the job seeker confirm the terms and conditions, agree to enter into the contract as described therein, and sign the contract.

I didn't read it, I didn't know it, but it doesn't work.

Naturally, "that contract is null and void" is selfish language. It was an act of being bullied.

"As you know, even if you don't say it, if you violate the contract documents, it will be considered a 'lie' and be subject to the 'Spirit Judgment'."

In the first place, the church says that the "Judgment of the Spirit" is implemented so that people will not suffer disadvantage by being deceived by cunning villains.

"I'm not lying because I didn't tell you, Safe!" It doesn't matter.

In the past, it seems that the villain who tried to trick people with that maneuver was turned into a frog.

"If you don't say it, you can't lie," he said, mass-producing false covenants, winding up gold and goods from the nobles, and putting them in the "Spirit Judgement."

It seems that the man was swallowed by the white light with an extra smile and turned into a frog figure.

However, this story is spread by the church, so I don't know how true it is, but... if they give it a try, it might be clear.

I understand the contents of the contract of the information paper publishing committee because they showed me Tartrio's "Conversation Record" [Conversation Record].

No matter how you misinterpret it, it is not an interpretation that 'payment in kind is a reward'.

As expected, it was an organization in which rivals who had been fighting each other.

Fine rules were made so as not to get out of the way.

There is no gap, it's like seeing in Japan, "Do you need to write that? Unsurprising terms written down."

I think it's important to make sure that all of those who become officers read the rules so that the details of the rules are well documented.

But the reporters and the editors at the bottom didn't do that.

They probably didn't turn their backs on the convention, and even if they thought it was a violation of the convention, they wouldn't be able to turn their backs on Temporal Serrion, who wielded the authority of the nobility.

In fact, those who turned their blades were fired.

If you don't have a good temper, your fangs won't come off, and those with that temper have already been kicked out.

Those who remain here will not defy the Lord, and no matter how oppressive they may be, they will not turn against the flag, and they will only be exploited. And those who are only oppressed.

But that doesn't mean you don't feel anything, does it?

“In interpersonal relationships, the most important thing to do is to trample on dignity.”

I won't tell you to admit all your efforts.

Effort is a matter of course. I'm not proud of it. Rather, when he can't work hard, that's his expiration date. Those who have lost their passion can no longer do anything.

But that doesn't mean you can trample on the efforts of others.

No one has the right to ridicule the result of taking things seriously with a clear intention, whether it is a matter of course or not.

It is good to judge that something that is not good is bad.

We're both human beings. There is always something that doesn't suit me. I won't tell you to bend it.

But...

It is not unacceptable to look through the eyes to laugh, to look for the coarse and deny the personality.

"I don't want to talk about it." "Not at all." "On the contrary, did you think this would be good?" If you say such words, you don't have to imagine what kind of emotions will sprout in the other person.

If you dare to say such words, you need to be prepared to accept the recoil afterwards.

"Because you are such a person, you can only write such a sentence", if you have put your hand to the misconception of personality denial, you should be prepared to lose everything.

Because trampling on a person's dignity is enough to awaken the opponent's destructive urge.

It can also be a motive for murder.

I risk social annihilation when my position is reversed one day.

Even if his position remains the same, he is also likely to be able to launch abandoned attacks.

Sometimes the relationship between them breaks down in a more minimalistic way.

So the unbroken relationship will never be repaired again, and the turbulent hatred will never disappear for the rest of your life.

Once upon a time, I was cornered by a hateful avenge.

I chose to retaliate by taking everything, not killing it.

He dragged him down from the staircase of glory as he reigned over the top, rolled him down, crawled on the ground, and wrecked the muddy water.

I lost everything and knocked them down to a wretched position lower than the weak ones I was looking down on.

I trampled on the dignity of the enlarged guy and mocked him so heavily.

And I got stabbed in the stomach.

“What people need to live as people is' pride '. If you can't be proud of who you are now, then you lose sight of the meaning of life. What Temae and the others were doing to them was taking that pride away."

I'll put myself on the shelf and tell you.

Probably the words that will stick deepest into me.

"He who tramples on human dignity with joy is not a human being." Not even a monster. It's just scum. It's worthless rubbish. "

To be human, you can make someone else smile - that much tolerance, I'm sure.

"Tempurro. Do you know that? People are simple creatures. Whether they're scared or unable to stand up, they can stand up, walk out, or even run out just by someone who can be the foundation of their heart."

If I ran into a demon beast in the forest, I would be ready for the end of my life and tremble, but it seems that Magda will "manage" just by being next to it.

That's what a human mind is.

"Those who have longed and dreamed and walked through the narrow gates are already afraid of being banished from this place.... hey, Tempuro?"

If you disobey me, you'll be fired.

Those who became reporters for the information paper of their dreams feared losing their positions.

You know how scared I am, Tempurro?

"But they, they have now gained the foothold of their hearts. The weak and frustrated heart began to face forward."

Now swirling into their hearts is anger and indignation at the irrationality that has been suppressed.

The reporters stand up and the editors confront the Tempulo with tears in their mouths.

From behind me, I can feel the heat of hostility.

"Hey, you guys. You've been unjustly trampling on people's dignity by a lying bastard who breaks the rules?" What do you want to do with that scum...? "

I turned my head and asked the reporters behind me.

"I won't forgive you."

I can't forgive you.

"Oh! I'll do it!"

Thank you for everything!

"You're kicking my seniors out!"

"My article was torn in front of me without reading it!"

"I was sorry every time a new information paper was published!"

Bastard!

At first, the small murmur gradually increased in volume and eventually turned into a cry of anger.

If you say this to Tempolo, it would have been an immediate dismissal until yesterday, but neither Tempolo nor Barossa, nor the editor-in-chief, can say anything or do anything to the reporters who are being screamed at.

Then, when the reporters' anger peaked, someone shouted.

I'll make you a frog!

Nooooooo!

"Wait a minute!"

Barossa screams and Temporo screams.

"I see! I'll pay! The reward is good, pay the right amount! We will also revisit the operation of the editorial department! I'll make sure everyone understands, not just the frogs!”

"Which mouth are you talking about now?!"

I'll fire Barossa too!

Chairman, what are you doing?!

"Shut up! It's better than being a frog!"

"Then, shouldn't the chairman resign too!?" It was the chairman who gained Wishat-sama's back and took his favorite part! "

"It's disrespectful! I just..."

"Shut up! Be a frog, both of you!"

"Wait a minute!"

Noo, ahhhh!

A reporter of a man who boiled his business to Tempulo and the Tempulo, who were utterly guilty during this period, takes the stance of "Spirit Judgement".

So I gently pressed my hand.

Yes, well done.

We'll take care of the rest.

It's not that I don't have the feeling of being refreshed just now, but I'll give you something more decent and good.

Watch out for Tartrio and Estella and focus on this dreadful turmoil.

You're not lying to me now, are you, Temporo?

I took the pledge.

Now, just roll like you want to, roll like you want to.

'I will pay you fairly,' said Temporo.

I'll have you pay for it.

Kara

Carla, a saleswoman who was illegally selling information papers in front of a public bath, asks reporters to answer questions on her behalf.

Is this the only time you didn't get paid?

"Huh?... yes, only this time..."

Kara's face warped in regret.

If it's true, I want to make you admit all your sins and get a heavier punishment.

However, this was the only time I was not paid. You can only be guilty of one crime this time.

I guess that's how it feels, that wrinkle between your eyebrows.

It must be true that only this time was the payment not made.

Well, the publishing house's finances went bust at the end of the year, and I think it's time to buy the anger of Mahrr and the others.

Donations from some stopped and sales plummeted.

Still, there were donations from other aristocrats, and Tempuro had a noble attitude, but perhaps the donations from the [other aristocrats] stopped.

Otherwise, Gregon, a third-class Barossa's relative and civil engineering union, would not be on the run for the money.

When I was trying to reach into the 40th ward of Demilly, where I sprayed fights myself, I seemed to be quite stuck trying to do my work.

This should be the first time I've been stuck paying my bills.

Rather, otherwise... there might have been someone who would have fallen. If I don't have the money, I won't be able to eat.

You can easily imagine how cornered they were when you saw Carla eating crab rice cooked in the sunny pavilion.

"Well then, Tempuro... oh, should I call you Chairman?"

"Fuck... you can do whatever you want."

Now, in this state, being called "chairman" is nothing but humiliation.

It seems that the person responsible for this kind of failure has been pointed out.

Well then, Tempuro, first you have to pay these guys for what they didn't pay last time, and what they would have rightfully received.

"...... 'First of all'?"

Oh, my God.

It seems that Tempurro mistakenly thought that it would be the end of his career if he paid for it this time.

"You said it yourself, didn't you?" "I'll pay you right."

If you flip it, it'll be a frog this time. To somebody in here.

“They were unfairly stripped of their articles, unfairly removed from the information paper, and unfairly stripped of their jobs. That's the third-rate chief desk and editor-in-chief."

When I said it, the reporters gathered momentum.

That's right!

"We've been treated unfairly for a long time!"

Even the rewards have been diminished!

I'm in half!

I'm a quarter!

“I've never been able to draw an illustration, but I've been forced to do it, and I've been bought a lot of information paper because of the sales drop!”

"That's right! I want you to guarantee the price of the information paper that you were unfairly forced to buy!"

"Otherwise, it's a violation of the terms...!"

"I got it! I guarantee it!" I'll do it, so put your arms down! "

'Drop it!'!

"Please put it down!"

Tempurro is resting his hand on the floor.

It must be hard to wake up anymore, not get down on your knees.

When cornered, people are so exhausted that they can't even breathe.

In the last few minutes, your cheeks even look squeaky.

"However... I left the sorting and illustration of the articles to Miz Greygon, so if it is a guarantee, the perpetrator Miz Greygon and the editor-in-chief will pay for it."

"Hey!? I'm on your command..."

"It's embarrassing!"

They pointed at Barossa at the same time.

Twenty or more will take the stance of the Spirit Judgement on Barossa.

You seem quite disliked.

This situation was attracted by the extraordinary behavior of many people.

People should be humble when they have the power to speak and influence.

Because the essence of a person is not reflected in one's own mind, but in the eyes of others.

Regardless of the theme of the Imperial Palace, no matter what kind of rhetoric you use to decorate it, people's essence can be easily seen through.

"I'm paying... even if I don't get that much money, I can't pay!"

I don't know anything about that.

I can't guarantee that you're poor, but I don't think people who have been brutalized so many times will be convinced.

“The editor-in-chief is responsible for issuing the information paper, so the editor-in-chief should pay for it!”

"Nnahhh, what are you talking about, what are you talking about!?" I didn't even get that! Here, after all, the chairman of the chief executive of the issuing committee-- "

It's embarrassing, you guys!

"I don't want you to be the only one to tell me!"

That's right, that's right!

Oh, that's embarrassing.

After all, a person who rides on someone else's power for free is a self-effacing fellow at a convenient time.

I'm not telling you not to turn to power or use it.....

”Just wipe your butt off what Temeh has done, and make sure you put it on tightly”

It is a warm scum trait in the language of fools to think only about deception, to look only at their own interests, and to wonder how much influence will spread around and how many people will suffer as a result.

Since I'm good, I'm special, so I don't mind treading on others.

It's not bad for me to be trampled on just because I was weak.

Scum who mistake themselves for absolute righteousness and justice cannot dispense with their own iniquity.

If you regret it, you can come with us.

You should make it clear to the bastard who speaks such a misconception.

”Falling into the same place as Temae is more unbearable than dying.”

There is the word echo chamber.

When people with the same opinions gather together to exchange opinions, they hear the same opinions as themselves, and think that they are the majority.

It is natural that only like-minded people come together so only the same opinions can be heard, but if you are confined to a narrow community, you will not be aware of it.

The scum gathers together and console each other with the scum saying, "I am not wrong," and they open up again without even feeling guilty, eating up the right people.

- Bugs spit.

"Was it spectacular to see others on their feet?"

”Ehhh... ughh!?”

As he turned his gaze, the scum opened their eyes and held their chest down.

What, you can't breathe?

Well, don't. Oxygen's a waste.

... haha. This is ridiculous.

I can't help it if it gets hot against such a small object.

The general of the mountain is just a beast if you drag him out of the mountain.

"The small world you were confined to with your companions was comfortable, wasn't it?" Look closely, it seems that he has finally turned his attention to the outside world....... these are the eyes of the world that surround them. "

You are scum to blame.

No matter how much you mislead each other, there is no justification for it, so a little thing will break up your friends.

This is the result of the right of the one who can't take the blame.

The reporters who had been oppressed stared at the scum with anger in their eyes until they could not be present.

"Respond with sincerity." I won't allow you to lie or deceive me. "

I stroked him with a bit of murderous intent, and all the scum nodded in admiration. Over and over again.

Oh, and the stupid faces behind the scum. You're all guilty as well, aren't you?

I abandoned my afflicted colleagues and smeared with sweet juice.

I won't even tell you to compensate me... but I don't think you guys are going to be here anymore.

"I'll leave the rest to Tartrio and Estella." The exchange of money and rights is your stunt, right? "

Well, I'll tell Estella...

Somehow I was hugged.

Silently.

Gyuuu.

With a good price and a strong force.

"... it's okay. We're with you." So, it's okay, Yashiro. "

"It's okay..."

I'm the one who won?

I slapped these scum to the brink and trampled them so hard that I never thought I'd ever do anything bad again... oh, I see.

You've gone too far again.

I don't know what to do.

When I look at the scum that oppresses the weak, I can't remember the old days.

It's okay, Estella.

Pounding Estella's back clinging to me.

All right, let's get this over with.

You're not good at pushing, so please be active in your specialty.

"I'm sorry, I'm not good at it!?"...... I'm worried about people...... "

Looking towards Mahrr and the others, Gelasy bounced his shoulders and twisted his face.... you were so scared, me.

Maru slaps me in the back, and Gellarsee returns to me. We still need to train, you.

“Natalia, I'll ask you to calculate the amount.”

"We've already started." Please wait another five minutes. "

Estella switches air and gives Natalia instructions.

Interview reporters and begin calculating the amount that should have been paid.

From the time when Third Class intercepted the information paper paper, we heard all the opinions of the people who were unjustly deprived of profits, and we derived the calculation result with a surprising number of zeros.

You can't pay nobles, can you?

Well, it might be difficult for Japanese companies to pay the salaries of all employees for a few months in a lump sum.

Let me show you how to shake your sleeves, Tempurro.

If you don't do it, you're finished.

If you don't like that....

Talk to Yashiro Konko Finance

Akaro Accounting, I'll give you an instant loan with kind interest.

However, I'll let you suck it down to the bone marrow.

"This is ridiculous... I can't afford such an amount!"

Looking at the calculated numbers, Tempuro frowns.

Looks like we still have some room.

...... Muru took a step forward when he thought about it.

"It shouldn't be an impossible amount." Yes, if you sell the mansion, you should be able to cover it. "

"You idiot!? The Mansion is a testament to the nobility that the King gave you!?" There's no way you can let that go! "

There's no way you can give a nobleman your territory in this city. It's big enough, but it's too small for a country.

Therefore, it seems that the nobility of this city can be awarded the title and the mansion by the royal family.

A mansion, or the right to build a mansion.

Apparently, he was given the right to build an aristocratic mansion in an authorized place, and to own it, and by defending it, he could continue to be an aristocrat.

So the act of letting go of the mansion is synonymous with ceasing to be an aristocrat.

It does not mean that the nobility is disqualified because it was burned down by fire.

But if we sell it, it'll be over.

Converting the rights granted by the king into money and transferring them to others is like selling a fight to a royal family.

In other words, if Lucia moves to District 42, she's no longer an aristocrat. That's right, if that's the case, Lucia won't be forced to move in, yeah.

... well, as a matter of course, if you apply to a royal family for a legitimate reason, you'll be allowed to move.

There were examples of Javier. It is very acceptable to relocate to a place that is ideal for activities.

Speaking of Javier, I think we can split the family.

Therefore, even if Imelda moves to the 42nd arrondissement, she remains an aristocrat.

However, if Javier's house is no longer noble, Imelda, who is naturally a sub-family, is no longer noble.

Javier's building is a master plane, and Imelda's building is like a daughter plane.

To take Orchio as an example, Orchio's relatives were crushed by the main machine in an attempt to exhaust Orchio.

Now, let's get back to it.

The Mansion of Temporo, the current owner of the Serionts, naturally hits the Serionts' 'home plane'.

You won't be able to respond honestly when you're told to let go of it.

But I can't get you any money unless you do.

A lost value information paper cannot generate large sums of money.

If you can't get the money, Temporo will be turned into a frog.

Right here, right now.

The house can't be called a nobleman.

"Which do you want to be, a common man or a frog?"

Muru smiled at the lady in an evil aura.

Scared!? Just look away.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk t I said! "

Scary, scary, scary. This Obahan, hey!

Alright, let's change the horror to a hero.

To heroic tales of rescuing the desperate or the weak without money.

"You look like you're in trouble, Tempuro."

"Whose fault is it...?!"

"You deserved it, didn't you?"

"...... cuuu!"

I turn a nice smile on my wave-speed money lending face to Tempuro, who seals his objections and ties his mouth together.

"Shall I lend you some money?"

"Ugh...... ghh"

Tempulo loses his words when he loves my lovely smile.

Don't stare at me like that, I'll shine on you.

Have you forgotten how to blink?

"Yashiro... don't look too evil." The reporters here are trembling, aren't they? "

Huh, what?

"Ughhhh!? Don't face me with that face!" I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm scared! "

Estella hides behind Natalia and several reporters scream behind her.

How rude.

Against my angel smile.

Ange ~ Le, come ~ Le, go ahead ~ Le, dick.

"Kiki, can I borrow money from a demon like you... oh, oh!" Yes! Colin! No, no, Mr. Colin! Do me a favor! "

Staring at my smile, Tempurro, in a state of patience, turned his eyes away from me and turned his gaze toward Turtlio.

"Um, why don't you buy me an operating right!?" Was it supposed to be a mechanism for mutual assistance at such a time? When the officers are in trouble, please talk to each other-- "

"When I told you to buy the management rights, I couldn't help but let you pull off such gossip." Somehow, I'm impressed. "

Immediately after Tempuro hijacked the publishing house, Tarturio told me to buy my own management rights. But at that time, Temporo pushed it.

The opponents who betrayed each other harshly don't look like each other when they're in trouble.

"But if you don't buy them, they won't be paid to the reporters who believe in you!"

"No. It's my duty to pay the reporters whether I buy the operating rights or not." Trying to twist the facts by connecting irrelevant events is bad enough. "

That's right.

It is already a matter of decision to pay the reporters, and there can be no future where you can't pay. In that case, Tempuro would simply become a frog.

The issue now is whether Temporo will cease to be an aristocrat in order to prepare gold. Tartorio has nothing to do with the problem.

Confusing a completely different story and inciting a strange sense of guilt is a foolishness that falls into the lowest category in the media.

Didn't Greygon have the money ready for you?

When asked, Barossa turned away.

Dobrog Graygon, a civil engineering gilt union officer who has been selling fights to Womaro. It seemed that even though I was running for money, I didn't get any results.

"Well, isn't that the case?" One-sixth of the operating rights - if you sell the number that the operating rights of me and you are going to be just half of, I might be able to cover the amount of this time. "

Currently, Tempuro holds two-thirds of the operating rights. Tartorio is a third.

In other words, Tempuro is four out of six, and Tarturio is two out of six.

If Tartorio buys one-sixth from the current situation, both parties will own three-sixths, or one-half, of the operating rights.

... you've been trading for quite a price, right?

If you had bought one-third of it out of thin air, it would be as if you had little or no Temporal Serrion assets at the moment.

You said that Wishato put most of his fortune into betting in anticipation of the "reward" from Wishato.

I thought it was a high stakes bet, so I bet on it boldly -- that's a shame. Betting is your loss.

"I don't feel like issuing an information paper in cooperation with Sarasa right now." Sell the mansion, pay the reporters, and set up an information paper as a non-aristocrat. "

"Wait! The information paper is no longer needed!" "Reborn" was born, and it didn't sell at all! The aristocrats who had donated have also left the streets... Master Wishato hasn't been in touch lately... Please, if you're not an aristocrat, I'm dead! I bet you had a passion for information paper!? Would those reporters be cute!? You deserve to run an information paper! You don't think so!? "

"You're not cute, are you?" There's the chief desk and the editor-in-chief. "

"Hmm! These incompetents." It was just a pawn that listened to a lot of things. Now that they're useless, I don't know what to do with them! ”

"Oh no!? How long do you think I've been working for you!?"

"That's right, Chairman!" Anyway, she bought me the ability to be the editor-in-chief! "

[Spirit 's--]

"" Uwaaaa!? ""

It was noisy, so I muttered a little, and the three of them shut up.

You guys don't talk anymore.

I'll take care of the rest.

"Tartrio, buy him the right to operate."

"Hmm... that's right. I don't need any more information paper for that sole anymore."

"Will you buy it for me!?" Thank goodness! You're a virtuous man, Mr. Colin! Okay, let's get started! "

If it's one-sixth the price, I'll think about it.

"Ruuu... idiot, take a rest too!"

"Well, this is not a story." Even in the wetlands, don't live with gurus. "

"Noooo, wait!" Please wait! Just a moment, just a moment of reflection...! "

He rubbed his face with both hands, scratching his head and twisting his head without a tempur.

I don't have much time to think about it.

I'm running out of time.

Let's get to a conclusion.

"Tempuro, you're not thinking about" how to keep profit "," how to leave influence "or" how to say it "."

It's a picture, isn't it?

I've always known that a rotten brain like yours can only think like that.

"All you have to think about is, 'How much can I spend on my life?'"

How much will you pay to buy your own life now that 80% of the time it is decided to be a frog?

The maximum value is the entire property. It's a bargain deal that won't go beyond that.

You'll have to bet carefully next time. If I can get my chips kissed...

"The end depends on the frog, the mansion, the wealth, the whole life." I think you should hurry up more. "

…………

There is no reply, but only breathing that makes abnormal noises arrives in my ears.

"If you're reluctant to sell the mansion here, how much do you think you'll pay back to the aristocrats after you become an ordinary person?"

Is that amount higher than what you're trying to cheat on right now?

"Even if you can't sell the mansion to frogs, how much money do you think you'll need to save to get your life back?"

"Ah...... ahhh...... ahhh"

It's a story in the first place.

"You know something about loading money and things that don't happen before, right?"

It's a story that goes beyond what money can do.

If you spill out of the framework of the nobility, no matter what you do after that, you won't return to the nobility.

Whether it's 100 million or 10 billion, accumulating that kind of money can't change reality.

“Now, whether you move to the wetlands with the right to operate, or you let go of all the right to operate and ask Tartrio to wipe it off - you've got an answer, haven't you?”

"............ please buy the operating rights...... please."

With his head on the floor, Tempuro begged Tartrio.

Thus, the information paper publishing committee was decided to be run by the Collin family.