Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

It was Leo, who raised his face all the time and hastily rose out of the shadow of the trolley, of course, putting up customer first.

He looked sorry as he examined the identity of the guest.

"Because of this, I'm sorry I needed you. Our products, sold out"

On the surface it is cordial, but inside it leaks a tongue at the other person's appearance.

A disastrously gigantic tattoo, with slashed and crushed one eye, trousers on a superior tailored shirt, but peeking through curly sleeves.

Three hundred and sixty degrees, irrefutable from any angle, you were a great freelance man to fuck.

(If I remember correctly, wasn't this guy, Richierto, of a poorly touched organization, about number two?)

Ya's force map is very complicated in Lower Town, and the organization of the compartment may be different from the next store, and it may be replaced in a day.

Keeping track of it was one of the secrets to survival in Lower Town.

From what Leo saw, this seemingly vicious Mitsune was not the right arm of an organization called Zonnebec, notorious for its pure violence and its control over the store with extra-judicial beforehand fees.

(What, did Chris deliver the premium earlier? Now that you've made too much money, have you come to collect extra?

Chris and Kai also get up in a hurry and tell him that the store is closed while trying to shelter Leo subtly, but the opponent says, "Ugh!" and shouted out loud enough that the ground swayed.

"My opponent is having a lady there right now! Shut the fuck up in the field!

There is no art in intimidation, but for that matter, it is also different in force from the nobility that grimly stares at it.

The two of them, who would be clearly unfamiliar with these kinds of intercession, ran nervous on their bodies in fright.

The owners of the neighboring stores, who have been visited by troublemakers, are also sending their gaze as they tremble and still can't help but see.

(You two stay back for a second. Neighbors too, sorry)

Leo slowly scratched the two of them shrugging themselves and again stood in front of a strong guest.

If it's about this hand, Leo, who grew up in Lower Town, is more used to it than the two of us. Since I am the first person to respond, it will be my responsibility to be the point of contact until the end.

Low profile, but not more frightened than necessary.

"Excuse me, I did. What can I do for you?

When Leo asked calmly, the man in front of him had an ugly grin.

"The Helge guy told me. This bakery seems to be very popular. You think we should give it a little bit more, too?

"Basteo's husband! I didn't mean it like that! Please -... Grr!

Helge? and the next moment Leo tilted his neck inside, the question was resolved.

The man on the vicious side - a basteo - crawled to the feet of a man who had shaken Leo's hand earlier and was in tears.

But Basteo kicks me in a grand way, circling my body to the ground and moaning. The surrounding guests screamed.

(I see... but yay)

Leo instantly understood the situation.

Perhaps this man named Helge told us in the organization that Chris' bakery was lively, without even cooling the excitement of shaking hands.

And Basteo, who looked at the money, came to impose a levy.

I don't think there's too much sense around coming to the grand daytime stand, but they're the infamous Zonnebec guys anyway. They must have rushed here before they sold out and left the store.

(Damn...... will they wind up the copper coins they earned because of it!?

This is the biggest emergency, the big pinch.

We have to get through this situation somehow.

Leo snuck into his fist and spinned his words carefully.

"... please, calm down, please. This is such a small shop. You can't be satisfied, pay, etc."

Truth is, it's pretty solid as a earner, and it was possible to offer a few more copper coins.

but who would honestly offer money to such an idiot?

She told him with a graceful, lowered brow, but when Basteo went and laughed, she had a favorable light in her eyes.

"Whisper? That's outrageous. There are treasures in this store that shine much brighter than the copper coins on your forehead."

The surroundings are breathtaking.

It was obvious to everyone that this vicious man liked the shining beauty girl.

Now, Basteo's licking gaze was stubbornly poured on one point as he casually looked around at the girl.

A chest hidden in a man's shirt that still doesn't make you feel the color.

delicate clavicle and perhaps hanging amulet or something gold chains peek, on its white skin.

"Bloating is the only thing that doesn't stand out, but that tension. Above all, beauty. Rarely. It's good."

".................. Huh!

Kai and the others faint at the same time. Leo also pressed his chest aggressively and faded slightly.

(This guy......! I can't believe you noticed Carr's presence!?

A presence that decorates the chest, shining brighter than copper coins.

It is clear that that refers to the Carl Heinz Rymund gold coin.

This must be quite eye-catching, severe money enthusiasts, such as letting them spot it as a gold coin just by straining it, even though they didn't know it was swelling or anything from the top of their clothes. Leo was in a hurry.

"Duh..., I'll pay you for the profitable copper coin...!

"Ahem? There's a guy here who picks copper coins."

As for Leo, I offered to pay for the copper coin with the thought of a severance, but Basteo no longer seemed interested only in the gold coin. That would be so. Because if you're in the opposite position, I think even Leo is.

"I'd rather not say no. Oh, my God, I'll take care of it. I'm gonna make you sleep in a fuzzy futon with these hands every day, okay?

…………

I brush day and night and I'm with Leo until I sleep in the futon with him. I guess the behavior of monetary enthusiasts is inevitably similar after all.

If it wasn't for this situation, friendship might have been born, but Leo had no doubt about it, such as his intention to give him gold.

(Oh my god...! Come on, what the hell are the escorts doing...!

Meanwhile, Kai, blurred by the impending crisis on his dear husband, looked around with a rugged eye.

Nearly ten escorts should be lurking around here. Why hasn't anyone come alone when it's such a pinch?

(No, I can't stand it! I'm here...!

The havoc was within the jurisdiction of the escort, as well as the fear that Kai, the amateur, would storm badly and instead drive the girl into crisis.

But Kai couldn't watch his dear husband be disparaged any more.

Even though she is a girl who is afraid of men, she is seen to be licked around by such a vicious man as Basteo and has been fading blue since earlier.

Around holding the chest and still staring at the target, I'm sure that the strength of its mental power was a word of sensitivity, but it would be fearful in the heart.

"Oh, looking forward to it? I wonder if I can enjoy the feeling of being white and soft and sucking today. Who's going to come out? Still, I'm a man who takes care of 'products'. Don't worry about me, okay?

A small hand grabbed that arm as Kai recklessly tried to beat Basteo, remembering how angry his whole body was that blood was going to reflux to his inferior words.

"Kai, wait!

It's nothing else, it's an important girl.

She whispered in a small voice to Kai as she glanced at Chris.

"Mr. Chris, from now on, in this city, we're going to do business. Don't let it get rough."

"But......!

others' concerns over this period, etc.

I understood that the girl was the bearer of those personalities, but Kai still couldn't help but scream.

But the girl herself is leaning her neck as bewildered.

She is

"It's not what I thought, there might be. We need to talk, hear more."

and made statements that seemed to expect only from the goodness of the other person.

"Dear Leonora, but......!

Kai solicits, but the girl no longer has ears to listen to.

He looks at his opponent with beautiful eyes and seems to be thinking of something.

(What is this guy, Dear Carr, wasn't he after you)

Speaking of Leo, I heard Basteo say things like "white and soft" or "product," and I finally realized I was about to get it wrong.

No human being describes gold coins as such, no matter how much.

(Then what are you talking about?

But then when it comes to what the hell he's after, it's just confusing.

Leo, who has spent time as a futsmen, has never been forced by a man to be a sexual subject, even if he has ever been rubbed in connection with gold. I wasn't sure what the hell this vicious old man was thinking.

Finally, did Helge dress up somewhat because she was also in front of a beautiful girl, nor did she ever choose a conceited rhetoric.

In the "deflected library" that Leo has been working on translating, there was no author or anything else who would make such a far-fetched and graceful representation of the two swells of women.

(Uh, you're sure you're looking around my nostalgia. So, it's not Carr, it's white, it's soft, who's going to come out with the "product"... Ooh!

That way.

Leo finally understood that he was after Chris' bread, which was in his own pocket.

What an eyewitness to stand out over gold coins, but still see it as bread from the way the dough is stretched.

- Leo never thought that there were perverts in this world who still let their swelling scarce breasts recruit greed, etc.

"You received bread from Chris, as a pre-charge. So, unsatisfactory, you say?

"Who would be satisfied if I knew such a treasure? I'm starving."

Leo was convinced.

Definitely.

Basteo wants to eat more, taking up the flavor of the bread he receives instead of the premium. Hungry people don't choose the means.

I was so obsessed, I suspected I was going to wind up the gold coin, but Leo stroked his chest down in the thought of that simple desire.

Oh, my God, isn't it just a meat eater with a vicious side to bread as a chase?

I can't even think of the first one saying, "Are we closed yet?" and I guess he was looking forward to eating some pretty bread.

Exactly. Leo didn't have the idea of putting bread to sleep in a futon with me, but my sister often brings her cherished candy into the futon, so maybe that kind of sexuality is also in this world.

(No, but doing the bread I just once put in my nostalgia is a bit...)

Besides, you can't offer such a small amount of bread to someone who wants it so badly that they don't have eyes for copper coins.

Fortunately, under the trolley, we should still have stocked some bread for our own lunch.

(Give me that for a second... Oh, no, that's too little, so do you want me to give it to you as a sandwich?

It should be more water than just bread.

I'm sorry, but let's just get caught up in the neighborhood stores that just keep an eye on what's going on and won't help.

"... ok. Wait a minute, please."

Leo handed over the bag to cut the bread for a moment, and took out the business tool he had just planted - the knife.

The man in front of you gleams at you as soon as possible.

"What are you thinking, Olah! Just in case, are you going to turn your teeth!?

"Leo!

"Dear Leonora!

Chris and Kai turn around a little too. The surroundings screamed simultaneously.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Basteo threatens with Dos' dominant voice.

Leo was a little scared and smiled impeccably.

"No, I don't, I don't"

"Ahem!?

"It's the 'product' that hangs up."

Upon hearing that statement, it was the Kays who lost their complexion.

All I could think of was a girl who didn't like being touched by this dirty man trying to hurt herself and lower her "commodity value".

Girls always do.

Do not believe in malice, find kindness in any act, and behold.

If you are driven by a crisis, you choose to sacrifice yourself rather than hurt people.

(No...!

Behind Kai's brain, there was a sight that was becoming traumatic.

A girl who looked depressed in front of a mirror on the day of the sorcery presentation speaks quietly to herself.

She said with purple eyes that foresee the truth, staring straight at this one. Don't be sad when you leave, tell me to forget.

(That's not happening again...! I never want to lose Master Leonora again...!

You can squeeze the blade of the knife with your bare hands, you have to stop her anyway.

That's how Kai stretched his arm toward the girl in momentum, at that moment.

"You're not calm."

A good, straight voice echoed around, like a light shooting into the darkness.