Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 98 Morning Inn White Weird

Zito, but in the black eye, nothingness dwelt and swallowed all kinds of light, turning into a dark crucible of pitch black, a scary zito who said he was watching! Even now there have been a lot of looks and faces like signs coming out saying this is a little "I can't show you," but last night's breakdown was awesome, I had a lot of frenzied and pleasantly crazy faces and all kinds of craziness and madness as a girl and all kinds of outfits and shameful faces that girls shouldn't talk about, screaming and groaning crying, disturbed and stuffy and crying out, and I went crazy (hell of a day)... but when I woke up in the morning it was a dark jito!

Yeah, it sucks when you defy it.

Revenge calls for revenge, but I got it back because I got it back, but it looks like I'm gonna get it back, it seems like I'm gonna get it back and roll my eyes. Seriously. Wow... but hey...

(Retribution in service)

Sounds like a refreshing morning has arrived, the sun shining yellow. That was a healthy morning earlier, but another morning? Both the chairman of the armored committee and the dancer are in a good mood, the dark jito seems to have passed. Something very debilitating about me, but sucked up by a dark jito, but nothingness (the one) took away something outrageous... Boys high school morning energies (by the time). Yeah, they took it all away, didn't they?

When I went down to the dining room, my billboard daughter told me that there was a merchant who wanted to see me, which I usually ignore, but this time I decided to meet him and head to the lobby of the main building with Mr. Slime. I wouldn't be able to ignore names just by name.

"My name is Hulse from the Dailibaur Chamber of Commerce. It's an honor to meet you, because you are the dream of all merchants."

You're young, you're a mid twenties rookie old man if you look like one.

It's the kind of man who can separate his mind from his head, showing him the face of a courteous and sneering merchant who welcomes him as he rises and bows. This looks strong.

"Uh, and when I heard that Mr. Health of Delivery came to the inn, he came with dreams, hopes and a boy high school student. Are you an old man? Is it going to change, if the old man goes on three times, can I make him disappear in the chain?

"Er... I can exchange (change), please let me know whenever you need me."

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After all, translations into different worlds, subtle language problems in the conversation, piles of overloads, doesn't seem to make sense to each other?

"I was told that Mr. Health in Delivery is usually a beautiful sister, and there was a lot of disagreement, and there was always controversy and controversy, but the disagreement was admitted, so it was change-based, but the old man was still coming, and the debate was Battle Royale in an emergency debate that hasn't been discussed? Like?"

"... Oh, it must be about the rumor of Elius at the Daily Bawl Chamber of Commerce meeting that the young and beautiful Chamber of Commerce meeting was unusual and famous, and we both have good publicity. I should have asked the head of the meeting to say hello, but honestly, I didn't think I'd be able to meet you, so I'm now going to say hello to Master Omui, and with all due respect, I'm a deputy head of the meeting, and I'm here to say hello."

Looks like you have a beautiful sister, this is rumored to have a beautiful sister to show off, if you have to call me...... trap! Besides, the old man's here! It wasn't a change of scene! Don't be afraid of the other world diligence industry.

"Uh, did Mr. Health just come to say hello? Hello? Good to see you. Are you a guard? I wonder who's avant-garde! No, if you ask me, you don't know the formation or anything, because the organization itself is just pointless lined up early enough. I feel like I should see the avant-garde before I meet the rear guard, because the delivery Mr. Health is the rear assault (back-attack)! That's scary, Mr. Delight coming at me from behind before I call you!

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I don't play the story. Well, it's not fun to talk to an old man, but it doesn't feel like you're engaging in some sort of public talk?

"Of course, after greeting you, I came to ask for a deal, naturally, but I am not willing to compete with the Zuccarya Chamber of Commerce. I wanted to ask you to go out with me as a buyer for sale. I apologize for coming to greet you, not as a meeting, but as a person I didn't expect to see you personally. As a matter of course, I have a formal request, but I'm afraid I've been delegated full powers, so please tell me what."

I hear your sister's coming later? This is what you call a nomination fee trap! If you don't pay more and more, your beautiful sister keeps running away. It's also said to be a horrible peacock trap, but just because you don't pay doesn't mean the old man is coming. The other world seems to jump slightly over the common sense of boys high school students.

"What do you want to buy and what do you want to sell? Especially when it comes to selling (delicatessens), I feel that our demands and our thoughts are separated from each other by more than heaven and earth. I don't know what you're selling, but if you have good stuff, you don't need good stuff, right?

"... you were young but as rumored, I didn't expect you to come and ask" what can you sell and what can you pay with "without a glance at the gold and silver treasures and jewels you put down for show... I bet you didn't get to meet one of those incompetent merchants pushed by that play to fool you. Of course I am confident in the range and price of the product, please tell me what it is. But you say that what you want from a merchant is different, we pride ourselves on the fact that the reason the kingdom was not suitable for the Patriarchate or the merchant country is the merchant, and we are convinced that if we were merchants, we could have crossed negotiations and trade into weapons. But the kingdom left commerce to the nobility, who sold the patriarchate and the merchant countries to each other at a discount on goods, hoisted each other's values and bought each other and crashed transactions of state units. It fell by the time I couldn't understand its value, danced to the immediate greed, sold the property and rights of the state cheaply, spilled wealth and couldn't even maintain military power, that's what information and knowledge is. We are prepared to provide you with the information you will ask for."

It's information. Merchants are excellent as automatic logistics devices, but the cost (cost) is very high, but official work can be a waste beyond that. So it's a necessary evil, but in terms of cost-effectiveness, it's a loss that cannot be compensated for by tax revenues, which is why, if it's not worth saying information, it's a troublemaker that doesn't fit the bill, but that's the merchant's weapon.

"Are you selling something that looks expensive?"

"No, not so much."

"But it's expensive, isn't it?

"What a set of merchant and patriarchal updates now with information also on the old aristocrats of the kingdom to set aside prices...... like this?

"No - don't bother being told to consider information you don't know what it's about? So this much?

"No, because the right price is the motto for pride as a merchant, about this much?

"No, no, no, no, no. Merchants are expensive because they sell pride for money, and they're a fair price for people who put it on the right price, right? About this much?"

"No, no, I just wanted to know that you're going to be with me for the rest of your life. Thanks for the special offer. For the price of the stutter just for today. What if this is about it?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"No, no, no..." "No, no, no, no..." "No, no..." (Poyopoyopoyopoyopoyo...) "No, no, no, no..." "No, no, no..." (Pulp, Pulp...) "No, no, no, no..."...

"Long, uh-huh! I mean, I'm not coming back, so what are you doing playing with me when I come to see you! Why are you playing Abacus and smiling and intimidating each other? I mean, there was an Abacus! And you haven't had dinner yet?

Looks like the chairman of the committee came to get you hungry. The Abacus became popular quite a while ago when I told my grocery store sister, and it was a hidden hit product on the border. This old man is an outsider, but he's already used the Abacus brilliantly, which means he understood and mastered its value as soon as possible. One of these days I'm going to say "zansu" or "zasu"!

"Dear President of the Commission, this is the first time I see you, my name is Hulse from the Dailibaur Chamber of Commerce, and I need to know you. This is a boring one, but we deal with it. It's the latest fashionable makeup, and it will be a good publicity if you use it for all of the world's most beautiful women, known as the famous brunette princesses."

Don't do it. There's a saying, "If you crave a general, shoot a horse first," an ancient adage that says it's faster to just bump a general because your horse is pathetic and cumbersome, which means you have the skill to spot or deny or fall that the chairman of the committee is better than me as an inside job! Don't insult me.

This looks like the fears of the invincible border, the natural enemies of your wives (aunts). 'Cause it's demonic to say Fox glasses hung by Coleman's mustache on a shorter all-back, huh? Anyway, glasses are precious in this world, I guess there's just something I can show you. And the sense of making Abacus a Maracas is what scares me! Are you sure you're from another world?

Eventually, after the meeting's sister came to the delight, she decided to formally discuss it, but the chairman of the committee had perfectly secured a cosmetic set for everyone.

Well, I'm definitely a real merchant from the skill of bringing the contract into price negotiations on the assumption that it will be formally negotiated, and most of all, I was willing to give the information for free from the start. As a greeting fee, he said he'd bring what he wanted most, and he was a negotiator's delicatessen! But why do I feel so different from the boys' high school dreamer? He was an old man?

The contract has to stop. The distribution of the continent cannot be covered by the grocery store's sister alone, and now exclusive business practices make the world worse if generations change. Competition and competition are the ones that keep merchants and, by extension, the economy under control. Anyway, there's no sociality in commerce, so if you leave it, you eat up all your wealth, you take it away, you monopolize it, you wipe out everything. It's the ultimate waste, the world won't turn without it, but if you turn it around, it won't stop. The pursuit of infinitely rampant profits, that's the economy.

The economy is a world of numbers, a dangerous monster that turns itself into an institution just to boost those numbers. In that regard, the road that leads to the best of you, the fact that you don't care about money, you can get what you want, you can eat what you want, you can live where you want to live, and you're just being discreet. I guess it's too early to get along, but not as fast as the other worlds were in the Middle Ages.

And arrange a bowl of parents and children. For some reason, when orphans want omelettes, do you feel like the next day there's a mysterious law about girls making a scene with their bowls of parents and children? When the Otta Mojas are here, is it a BBQ bowl or a cutlet bowl?

Well, let's not lose like merchants.

Minegosh for both auxiliary weapons has been put into practical use and has been sold, only rapid field override due to the practical use of shoulder shield (funnel) effect "automatic defense", but emergency protective gear, except for several starts a day to cut magic, weapon destruction, but only for personal protection.

The chain-braided gauntlet that looks like a white long cloth glove for a monastery is also sold as a set, and the cuffs are built into a slide rail, which is a nice glove with a convenient function of piling (pile bunker) that allows you to use mine gosh and tonfur separately. Tonfer is a gun-cata-compatible indoor protective weapon that can be used as a gun, although it can only be used at close range for three shots. The pilebankers are...... romantic? Yeah, did you put something on it?

Now they come with specially braided long boots that allow the blade to come out of the toe and heel, a nice boot that is elegant and full of features reminiscent of the orphan boots and the matching "acceleration" and "dodge" and "kick" awarded John Rob.

The rest is a very handy rod that says it can be used as a magic unfolding sickle, even if it remains a cane, and can also be mowed with demon sizes. Now you can do it with the degree of protection, if you can mount a raid or an assassination battle, you won't have time to arm yourself, so it's expensive, but you'll need this much. Well, it's a cheap sale this time.

Anyway, Sister, you're serious about saying you want to protect your daughters, because I'm sure you're serious about saying you want to save them if you can't involve the irrelevant people of the Patriarchate. But the real thing the girls are trying to do is do it for me, because we're willing to take on enemy eyes and attacks, and there's even a verse before that that that we were willing to do it on our own. It's reckless, I don't know the M.O. And it's a people-to-person fight, because I'm not good at it. You wouldn't be any better at girls.

We're good, we're already bloodstained. But the girl's hands aren't dirty, and she doesn't have to be dirty anywhere? Because there's absolutely no need to dye the world like this.