It's all one flower.

"What's that?

"Earlier, I'll come back later to buy it, so please prepare it..."

Taking up pieces of paper, the type and number of curses required for truck living were noted in the handwriting of manager Leno.

On the list, demand is low in Chernoknijnik, where there are many powerful people, and some things are not always available in this store.

Roark shook your note.

"This, Mr. Awellana, is not just for me, he's a customer of this store to Hutu, right?

"Think I can do it alone because I just give it to you from the inventory and everything as it says..."

"From now on, please tell me about the store business first, not for personal use. So, did you have all this?

I heard a thorn in my voice about to grow, but Skinum shriveled.

... If they look like that, it's like I'm bullying them.

"I checked the inventory while you were talking to me so as not to keep the customers waiting, and when you had it all, you could have bought and sold it at the point just now, right? Mr. Awellana said he would come again without complaining because he was gentle, but if he was another customer, he might be angry and go somewhere else (approximately) and never come again, right?

"Ah..."

He couldn't imagine at all, stunned, excusing himself with a mosquito-like voice.

"But we need to listen to what others have to say…"

"This isn't a church, so you don't have to listen. If the customer wants it, and this one is free, as one of the services, it may be a little ant, but this is basically a place to buy and sell spells."

... He's not a volunteer, he's a business, right?

I was completely alarmed because the market for the replacement was properly discouraged in my notebook, and if I was just a customer buying a few classics, I could now accommodate even Skinum.

Roark felt responsible for bringing him here with no place to go and his stomach was starting to ache. Take one deep breath and listen with less frustration.

"If this contains a spell that is not in stock, do you know what to do?

"I'll check with the manager."

"If you don't have it in stock and can't make it right away, do you know what to do?

"... what can I do?

Skinum puts his crying eyes behind Roark's back. Soon, manager Gentius was out at the counter.

"Let me see. … [Impact resistance marks] and [Fire resistance marks] are out of stock. It's nothing to be angry about, even if I'm wrong, so why don't you just say what to do at a time like this, what's the best thing you can think of? Hmm?"

Skinum let his gaze swim for a while, but he leaned down without uttering a word. The manager sighed.

"You're a helpless bastard. Bye, Roark. You know what to do?

"We'll look into the inventory of materials and plans for work that went in ahead and tell you when, if you can make it. If they tell you you can wait, apologize and wait, if they tell you to hurry, I'll just sell it for what's in stock, apologize and introduce you to other stores"

"Did you hear that? It's a monster like this."

Skinum shrunk his shoulders and nodded, but his face wouldn't rise.

Manager Gentius lowered his brow butt and said in a gentle voice.

"What I don't know is, it's nothing bad. This is it. I don't know what you know or know."

Seminary honors don't move while they're down.

Roark's stomach aches are getting worse.

"I didn't tell you everything from one to a hundred. A little explanatory, because there are plenty of other tips you can apply."

Skinum doesn't move like a stone.

Manager Gentius will teach with guts.

"But I don't know, I don't know, I don't ask anyone about Cotto, and being held in alone is a pain in the ass."

The thin shoulders trembled bickly.

"I don't know. If you have a cot, don't hesitate to ask me more and more. If you're not in the middle of a spell, I'll get back to you soon. You got it?

Teardrops fell as Skinum moved his neck vertically.

"And I can write [fire resistance marks] right away, but [impact resistance marks] don't have the material. Roark, if you're going to call that sister, you're going to have to stick with her tomorrow evening."

"Okay. If you need anything else, I'll buy it with you."

"Well, I'll do a little inventory checking and writing, so stay put."

When the manager pulled into the work room, Roark turned to Skinum.

"Skinum, you're new to working in a store, but you can now handle the classic products in stock by yourself, and the tea shop just taught you a little trick, how to brew tea, you'll be better"

Skinum wiped his tears with the back of his hand, but as usual, he didn't raise his face and sneezed.

"There's too much inexperience, Skinum, and you may not know what you know for yourself, but if you do, there's a lot more you can do, and you have the ability to do that, so ask me a question."

The manager handed Roark a bag filled with notes and exchanges and said [fucked water] when he noticed that Skinum still wouldn't stop crying.

From the water bottle under the counter, about a glass of water rises and washes the boy's face with or without. The face raised in surprise was crimson and her eyes were bright red.

The water that dumps the impurities in the crumb cage boils in the universe.

Manager Gentius took only half a spoon of Zhenhua tea (Chinka cha) and let it be included in the hot water. The sweet fragrance spreads, calming Roark's sarcastic heart.

... I can't help but get upset.

"I was crying and the store was ordered, and I was surprised to see what the customer was doing."

"Yes...... sorry"

Skinum responded without leaning (grunting) to half reprimand and half consolation.

"Grab it, I'm coming"

"Whoa, hurry up"

Roark set aside Skinum and left the spellhouse by himself.