Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Thank you so much."

"No, thank you, I'd like to say"

Leo replies with a full grin to the woman who states with her hands on her cheek - she named herself Chris.

Leo was now renovating the trolley to a simple sales table and decorating it.

Anything. Chris seems to be a baker who has just come to this eastern district.

Although it was nice to manage to secure a bakery at the Snow Flower Festival, they had no know-how on how to sell it and it was difficult.

Even in East City, it was hard to understand that it was a despicable place for a while, so I first came early and brought in a reckless amount of goods (bread), and when I was going left and right, Leo talked me into it.

Tons, and prices are soaring, bread.

Moreover, store owners are unfamiliar with business and obviously need sellers.

Leo's actions from there were quick, sniffing out a feeling that Win-Win's relationship was going to build.

First, have the bread split for Kai, and cuddle. And I approached Chris because I wanted to thank him, and I gave him kindly advice.

For example, it is advisable to insert pre-paid bread into the parent of this area, or provide information about the surrounding competitors.

That's how around Chris has turned his gratitude and respect, he brings up the part-time story and gets the pleasure. The two joined hands on the broken condition of having a third of the sales conceded.

By the way, Kai was ordered to sleep (stand by) in the shadow of the trolley until he was fully recovered.

(Thanks Spirit! Thank you, Master Carr!

Leo moved his hand as he offered a prayer of gratitude to the Golden Spirit and the Gold Coin.

If it's bread, we won't even bat with Hannah orphanage products that don't have kilns, and most importantly, we can expect to make solid money.

The target amount seemed to make some money as well.

(Hmm, to avoid damaging the cleanliness, decorate the petals so that they don't fall off, and...)

A crude but large trolley becomes a disappointing sales table if you remove the side plates and secure the wheels so they don't tilt.

There, it was plucked from nearby florists and handicraftsmen in exchange for bread… decorated with flowers and cloths that I had received to create a gorgeous atmosphere.

Some of the plates removed are asked by the skewered old lady who was opening next door to lend me the corners of the iron plates, and I press them according to this procedure to make the baking letters. In just a few minutes, retro wood-making signs emerged.

The second Zero Circle Workshop, the country-style Woody Pan Wagon, is quite well made, taking both gaze movement and customer guidance.

"Well, nothing brilliant......!

Not long after, Chris opened his chocolate-colored eyes in a space full of famous suburban bakeries.

"The customer of the day, unusual, wants, so I dared to imagine a rural, green bakery, not urban (city) style"

Leo chuckled at Chris as he put one of the seven tools of the money-keeper, the cloth-cutting bamboo, back in his bag.

"Chris' bread, very rustic, warm atmosphere, characteristic, so I'm sure it goes well"

"Glad to hear it."

Smile like Chris lit up.

Once upon a time, she was not very beautiful, but her expression had the charm of relaxing people's hearts.

"Leo, you have clever hands. I just baked bread, but I had no idea what was going on, so it really helped."

She calls Leo, Leo, etc.

This bothered Leo himself when asked for his name, saying, "Leo...?" It was due to an ambiguous answer.

Chris interpreted this apparently noble figure in front of him as apparently wanting to use a pseudonym on this occasion.

But even if you give up a hundred steps, you don't really look like a boy.

So, Leo, even if I accepted the pseudonym, that's why I made it proper to call on the girl.

(Leo... I'm sure, no, definitely, Marquis Leonora von Harkenberg, right?

To that overly understandable pseudonym, Chris accidentally leaks a bitter smile inside.

I know you're going to be disguised, but you can't hide your beauty at all.

I seem to only see the surroundings as "some very beautiful girl dressed as a man," but if someone like myself, who was in a high position in the church, albeit former, would see through who she was in one shot.

(Beautiful maiden with dark hair and purple eyes, who smashed abominable ambitions. Such a person should not be there)

Strangely, however, the residents of the lower town seemed unaware of the girl's identity.

That was because, as a result of the Marquis' total efforts to keep the despicable man lurking in the lower town from grasping the girl's footsteps, he had no idea whether the "Leonora" hair color was black or gold or the color of his eyes purple or blue, but Chris, who was caged in the church until recently for the price, did not know about it.

Chris - No, former Churched Instructor Christine smiles sideways at a girl who looks like she's having fun twirling.

For her, meeting this girl was much unexpected, but preferable.

(Hehe, that's just the edge, right? I can't believe I met her here. I wonder what the hell Marquis is doing downtown? Don't hate labor, what a worthy gesture you just made of your squire)

I hear that some church humans who have been attacked resent the girl who inspired them.

but such a thing, from Chris, is a good place to resent. By and large, if daily deeds are good, no directly related church should be attacked, even though how much Harald has committed a conspiracy.

That means it was raided, which means that the people were causing dissatisfaction, and the scourge was merely a trigger.

The church where Chris was also did not resent Leonora von Harkenberg or anything else because she understood that other mentors than her were a gathering of so incompetent that that point bought the frustration of the people.

It was only Harald who caused the disaster, and it was only some of the citizens who got angry and ran wild.

Well, I could cry a little for heartless ramblings, and my life plan changed a lot, but there it is, what she decided for herself.

Still, if the girl were to go around bragging that she was the one who put her own accomplishments on her nose and stopped the church's ambitions, maybe I could tighten them up a little, or so she thought, too.

(I don't know, such a bare gesture, none at all)

Speaking of what the girl has been doing since just now, she doesn't even want her clothes to get dirty. She kneels in front of the trolley, lovingly removes items from the surrounding stores, and is trying so hard to set up this instant bakery.

Chris even remembered his soberness as someone who didn't even think of the "Marquis Harkenberg".

"And, Mr. Chris. It's important, I've been distracted."

Besides, this girl doesn't seem to be fluent in Weitz.

From earlier on, I was also concerned about shaking my shoulders whenever my emotions became expensive.

Beautiful, but the hands and feet peeking out of the shirt are too luxurious.

The fact that she was recently taken over by the Marquis of Harkenberg was hard heard during her mentoring years, but even then, for some reason, no further information was available.

Obvious signs of information manipulation.

Maybe her past isn't so calm that asylum seekers try to leap forward and hide it.

With the unique inquiry of a woman and the observational eye she had polished as a mentor for many years, Chris had a nagging thought of that.

"Mr. Chris?

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know"

He calls his name twice and looks back with a pussy and a blink.

At the end of his gaze, the girl in men's clothes held the bread of the product in a respectful manner.

"How much will you sell this bread for us?"

Excessively respectful attitude.

Chris opened his eyes once more there as he seemed to erupt a bit.

"... I didn't decide."

"What!?

The girl in front of me asks back in a heartfelt surprise. And I remember a little bit of evil, and Chris uttered an excuse.

"I'm sorry. Well, I've never sold bread in exchange for money."

What she has been doing for a long time is baking tons of bread in church kilns and even distributing it to the citizens.

If you dare to mention consideration, it was faith or gratitude, and it was forbidden as a mentor to receive vivid money, etc.

As donations, they are paid directly to the church without going through a mentor.

This time, I abandoned the environment and tried to make a magnificent turn to the baker, but this was actually the first time I had "sold" my own "products.

"I've never sold it..."

Leo, on the other hand, was very surprised at what Chris said.

From a leo point of view, when it comes to why people make goods, it's not even crazy shabby to make money, bake bread to not even sell it - but because it seemed quite odd.

(No, but you're an apprentice, so you can't let me sell it in the store, or something like that?

I'm the owner of the ability to bake bread, which is also full of trolleys, so I was treading that I must be the owner of the skill and experience there, but apparently it came off.

Well, that's it, Leo, who broke it off with a new American baker's passion bread, a cut like that, decided to move quickly to specific advice on valuing.

"But it's free. So I'm not going. We have to decide how much to sell."

"Hey......"

Chris, speaking of, is a puzzled face.

I do think you're right, but if it's barter, there was still a bit of resistance to replacing what I made with the vivid value of gold.

"It's not very expensive, I think."

"... Huh?

"'Cause, you know, I feel a little... arrogant about putting a high price on bread without a change of philosophy"

Somehow, when I told her that I thought this girl would understand, she was surprised, I'm sure, to catch a

"Mr. Chris. That's not true."

I let it go.

"Huh...?

"That's not true."

Unexpectedly asking back, the girl repeated the same words again, as she had told her.

Teach - yes, its relaxed, but somewhere irreversible, force seeps through, as if it were a high-ranking mentor himself who preaches the theory. Chris sounded his throat unconsciously.

"Mr. Chris. There's nothing worthless about this world."

When the girl casts a sincere light in her purple crystal eyes, she spins the word of truth with a beautiful voice.

"Whether it's a grain of gem or a piece of bread. Whether it's a thing or a person. Mimi, Okela, Amenbo, everything in this world, it's great value. It's all, dear, dear, treasure of the world. I'll take it away, then, I'll take the price. Naturally. Deny it, that's, that's, that's arrogance. At that moment, Mr. Chris. You have denied the value…!

You've been excited within talking, the girl's white skin slightly uplifted and her jewel-like eyes moistened.

Grabbing it, but to the girl trying so hard to tell it, and to the words, Chris remembered the kind of shock struck by lightning.

- Everything in this world is worth it. All beings give the blessing of the Spirit, the grace of light, a treasure of the world.

(The basic philosophy of Spiritualism goes hand in hand...!

Chris and his sisters and brothers, who lost their parents early, were taken away by an elderly mentor and raised, but the girl's remarks were exactly the same as those repeatedly preached by that high-ranking mentor.

(I can't believe... in this year, I understand the essence of doctrine)

Chris' shock, in a way, is right.

For all things in this world are worthwhile in the Golden Evangelism that Leo practises, and do not be sent away at a fair price.

Even while she stood still, the girl's theory never stopped.

"This bread was made by Mr. Chris. This is the world, made by Chris. In this is wheat, water, salt, Mr. Chris' hand, heavy trolleys, bread kiln fire...... full, full, clogged. Please, don't say anything to ignore it."

"Leo..."

As for Leo, of course I wanted Chris to put a high price on it.

The cost of raw materials, processing fees, transportation costs, and so on are all packed into the goods named bread. Please just bounce it back, no, I wanted to get more than that priced if possible and make some money hanging out with you.

He seems fortunate enough to have convinced himself that the strong light is beginning to seep into Chris' eyes staring at this one.

She nodded deeply,

"Okay."

Instead, he answered and closed his eyes quietly.

(It is the true body of the mentor who finds blessings and graces in this world. Let me acknowledge the value of this lump of bread and show people......!

A colorful ingredient (Elements) that embodies the world by the name of bread. Listening to its voice, leaning closer to its thoughts, and - Chris opened his eyes all the time.

"Per one, small copper coin, with six...!

That's like being crowned with sweet bread with dried fruits and cream in a little expensive bakery.

As for Chris, I meant to be bold, but the girl just laughed gently.

"If that's what Chris wants."

- If that's what you want.

That is what the Spirit of Light supposedly said in the Bible when it gave light to mankind for the first time.

Beautiful face, in black, lustrous hair, although hidden in a hat.

Chris remembered a tremor in his chest, like when he looked up at a religious painting, in the way a girl like the Spirit of Light spins that sacred word.