Manager of the Other World Brothel

"Welcome, Hideaway"

I bow my head to the visitors as the doors open for the dreams of the butterflies.

This customer is Dear Sephilis Trifolium Camps.

He is an ancestor of "Tri-Cantinenz", a major store that also enters five fingers in the Wangdu Glen Kaina.

Your elder son gave you over ten years ago and told me that you enjoyed hiding in peace.

I have heard that your age is seventy years old, but it doesn't look that way.

The spine is perfectly revealing, and the voice has a ha (...) li (...).

If that's all, the same goes for the Adventurer's Guild's "God Kill (Old Garzam)" and the Kingdom-Guided Army's "Sage (Old Riphal Master)," but this one only looks like he's over seventy years old as a joke.

Its neat face, with its silver rim squares (monocle) on its left eye and long silver hair stretched unconstitutionally, is not visible to Grandpa either, although it is not visible to young people.

Age unknown is perfect.

Even though there is no reason to be a subhuman (Demi Human) longevity family, depending on your expression, you are likely to pass through in your twenties, and you have that strange charm.

A little different from the King of the Night Street (Nocto Rex), but not a stranger in the Night Street of the King's Capital, Glen Kaina. "Player"

I have the impression that European gentlemen are hiding with the King of the Night Street (Nocto Rex) and the Japanese windmill when it comes to spending as much money as hot water as hiding in a big store (Oota).

It's been a long time since I've rubbed Miss Violetta, "Quattur Follum Floris", a four-piece flower petal of my dreams (of ours).

Rather, it is no exaggeration to say that Miss Violetta has made it "Quattur Follum Floris" for your hiding.

For the Dream of a Walterfly (of which), he is a very good expert.

"Oh, it's so unusual for a manager (you) to greet me. What are you doing?

Young enough to look and voice uncomfortable using the same expression as always.

I just see a little bit of fatigue there, because I don't need it - I don't know if I need it - because I have information.

"No, there's no reason in particular, but I found out on the reservation form that I could see it tonight. It's been a while since I've greeted you."

- It's a lie.

I do see you when you're down on the ground floor at work. Oh, naturally I say hello.

However, it is not unusual for me, the manager, to wait for customers who come to the store in front of the main door.

I don't even have that much time to work as a manager.

No matter how many muscles you can see, you don't do that when you come to visit (...) Pu (...).

Except for the story if His Majesty the King can see it, but that's just not going to happen.

Even though the royal family, and the whorehouse where women come, is rare, I feel like the whorehouse where His Majesty the King comes as a customer is no longer a whorehouse.

So today, there's a reason I've been waiting for you to hide like this.

That 's--

"Yes, yes, the bottom line is bad. I asked you a question. I'm sorry, so please stop the monkey play. Now (...) Xiao (...) is the best (...) after (...) So, right?

"Dear Hideaway..."

He laughs at me and lightly tells me why I waited for him in front of the door.

Yes, it is.

As its name suggests, there are several branches on all three continents, and the information that "Tri-Cantinenz", a global business, is flying (...) n (...) is out among a very small number of humans.

If the major stores of the "Tri-Cantinenz" (class) on the three continents were to crumble, the impact would be enormous, and there are only a few that still know the information.

What I learned was that it was the manager of the owner's shop, the Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium).

"Oh, my God, you look like that guy's apprentice. Shan, I'm talking about how much you're rolling around like this."

"Yes......"

Hiding is one of the few people who know the owner (owner) of the Walnut Dream (of which) directly.

I don't hesitate to say anything to the owner rather than the owner, the only one I know.

I can't believe this is the last day such a person will come to my dreams of a butterfly.

I did something I didn't seem to be able to do because of it, but I can't do anything more.

I'm just the manager of a whorehouse, and I can't imagine the business of dealing with the world.

Then it's about as much fun as I can have this evening, but Hannah told me to hide in such a nasty face. Then I won't talk.

"So you don't have to do anything special. If only you'd let me play with Violetta's daughter, as usual. Oh, that's fine. Of course I'm bringing the money. I can't play with it, but I can't help it. There wasn't a lot of money to talk about at the whorehouse, Sa."

A lot has been spotted.

The manager (you) and I laughed and laughed, and it was added that we were clear.

It's impossible for this guy to talk about money in the city at night.

When you still have to be decent, be decent.

"No...... Miss Violetta will be here shortly, so please relax and wait until then."

It's a loss to the whole city at night to be so horny, so pure, that you don't have to play in such a way that you fall in love.

Not only do we talk about money, but luster disappears from the city at night.

This kind of night world is only brewed by the lustrous colour of its customers (both sketchy yarrows) and the glossy air.

When such a presence is lost from the city at night, it can become a slaughtered air.

The King of the Night Street (Nocto Rex) and the likes of you who hide are all the riches you need on your side (both Skebjealous).

This man is in hiding.

It wasn't directly related to the cause of this incident.

- You shouldn't give up the extra mouth.

And he said, Spending a great deal of money in the city at night, he was scolded with joy by his contemporary days.

Modern but brilliant, not as good as your hiding generation, and steadily expanding the business built by your predecessors.

You're not stupid enough to crush the store by mistake.

Whatever you say, this cover-up is the one who raised, admitted, and gave up his life.

- My son is a bad apprentice.

That was my cliche when I was drunk, and the contemporary I had with you several times was laughing happily at the words.

They did it this time.

Besides, they're not the same merchants, and some countries are putting them together.

That's the kind of economy I'm in. I'm not sure what the hard story is.

Still feels something unreasonable.

If that's the world...

"You look bad, manager."

In no time, you will be able to spot your thoughts while waiting for Miss Violetta to play your favorite wine.

Still, if that's the way it comes, this way, I really think it's simple.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but manager, that's with your hateful pity. Both Atashi and his son are merchants, so they're off the road doing what they did in the business world, in politics and in the military."

I don't have any words to give back.

I didn't mean to. Why, it doesn't make any sense.

There's no excuse when the other person does what they can say or do.

"My son lost in a big battle with the judgment in front of him. I have to pay for that bump. That's obvious. I didn't fool you, I didn't fall asleep. Knowing that they were big, it was she who tried to get what she'd get when she won."

Best of all, I can't even pinch the extra words.

"What if this was a military man or an adventurer? The answer is simple, he's dying. I can't just live."

That's right.

If you're alone, I'm convinced of that.

But I'm not convinced that my master will be involved in the loss of my apprentice.

I don't know if that's the world of commerce until then, but if you're a soldier or an adventurer - an owner (owner), I'm a moron. If you die, you can afford to survive.

No, you don't.

That's what I've been wasting.

When my apprentice loses, I persevere like a child that my master won't take revenge on me.

Owners expect you to do that, too.

It's not that hard.

"Dear Sephilis, thank you for waiting"

Lady Violetta, who is ready, appears dressed in a sumptuous costume given from your hideout.

Even though it's definitely work, it would be the result of years of dating that seems happy rather than in commercial mode.

When a luxury whore (Kurtizanne) laughs seriously, the occasion becomes gorgeous as a lie.

Your cover-up didn't look like you were talking to me today.

Miss Violetta, who has been adored for so many years, came to see me for the last time.

You can't ruin this time with my crap "uncomfortable" feeling.

"Yes, manager, that's all for the bad news. Atashi will concentrate on taking off the Violetta clothes she gave you."

"Dear Sephilis..."

Miss Violetta is blushing because she gave me a specific story in front of me.

Hiding in luxury whores (Kurtizanne) is a big deal after all.

Miss Violetta still doesn't know that tonight will be the last time.

Will I be heard after this and crying?

Miss Violetta's biggest mistress disappears, and as a luxury whore (Kurtizanne), it must be serious.

But even a few drops of tears shed, I want to believe there's a mixture of things that aren't as whores.

As usual, you smile and try to move to Miss Violetta's private room, and then you stop by my side.

They speak with one shy sigh.

"I can't help it. You, too, manager. If you look like that, I'm gonna have to reassure you. You fool me, you fool! You fool! You fool!"

Did I look pathetic like that?

What are you doing at work?

The manager is disqualified.

He talks about my more depressing back with a thin arm.

"Hey manager. He's a master. Wipe his apprentice's ass. He can't keep stepping back on me, Sa. Well, you see, my son's - my apprentice's unfinished business was kicked out by Atashi, and I'm going to moxify the people without the sign" Three Continents. "

That's how I smile like a child on my ageless face.

That 's--

I'm going to jump up on your faint face.

Are you saying that as a master exactly, you intend to punch him back and are ready to do so?

Did you hide it and say (...) after the most (...) or something?

People are bad.

"It's not such a sweet thing as business. I don't think there's some kind of drunken opponent who can reach out to someone who fell once. But fortunately, it was my son and not Atashi who fell. Atashi, connect with the people you've been building up in your life, because there are monsters."

That's what I say and laugh at.

This is the evil (...) face (...).

What a face I floated on earlier, to the extent that the kid came up with a prank.

This is the face that slaps and crushes the opponent by the roots.

What the owner (owner) shows you when it's relative to what he sees as the enemy, and what makes it similar in nature.

I can see something freaking out running to my body.

This is what "master" means.

"The manager (manager) will help you, and like I said, I won't let you. It's friendship or sympathy, because there are a few drunkards who come into Atashi's business, not sweet little ones like that (...) te (...). That's what business is all about, manager."

With that said, I return to Miss Violetta and hold her hips.

These people weren't particularly victorious creatures to come to see their favorite woman at the end.

Before the fight, I was just here to make a scene. Shit.

I had an unexpectedly reassuring, frightened look on my face, and I was not worthy of being old. (...) et al. (...) and (...) I smiled at your hiding.

"It's color, it's the man's driving force, manager. You don't even pretend to be a dead, sinister man. Try stepping on one of the estates saying you want what you want. That's fine. Maybe we can figure it out."

"No, uh, you're hiding, it's..."

Because no one or he knows (...) and (...) is in a state.

It's not like anybody's talking around.

Or is it that easy for us to understand?

Since I swallowed it, it's been leaking.

If that's the case, we have to tighten it up.

Hahaha and a lying laugh disappear with Miss Violetta into her private room.

Miss Violetta looks strange.

What else?

I was worried about you and I lost you.

No, I was worried about you in the first place.

Give me a minute.

Owner (owner).

Owner (owner) friend, old and healthy.

Next time you go home, mix me (...) and the others (...) with your swallow.

Ten years. Yeah, don't say that.