Oh, this tastes good.

I was surprised to have a sip of the brown tea served.

It is troll like a juice powder, with a perfect mixture of bitterness and sweetness, then it is light. Knowledge from previous life and memories from this life is nothing like this. There's still a lot of tea in the world.

"What tea?

"Bulgur tea. Most people don't drink it because they use roots."

Bulgur, how good are you?

"Even though it tastes so good?

This is as good a quality as drinking every day.

"The roots of the bulgur are poisonous if left intact. Let it dry in the sun, then finely crushed and mixed with summer fruit. It's supposed to be tea for the poor because it takes a lot of work, not here."

If things change, the value will change, too? That's a common thing.

"I don't want to. I'd like to buy a lot of money."

This is worth just comparable to coffee. I'll buy one hundred grams of gold instantly, even if they tell me so.

"… that's another fancy story. I wonder how much you're buying me?

Beautiful witch with a little while and a strong expression.

"Whether it's money or things, you'll pay as much as you like."

Show me a nigga laugh.

Perhaps the demands of a beautiful witch are the right to life in this city or something. According to the teacher, the demon arc is rooted in the land.

"... who the hell are you...?

"I'm Viberfakfinie Zelfing. Villagers."

"And I'm telling you in person, don't believe me because I call myself"

Merchant, who says extra things, is forced to eliminate. I'll kick you out of your room and take care of the unusual beasts.

"Excuse me. Our Merchant bothered you"

The scene now, cut. Rewind for about ten seconds, take two!

"I'm Viberfakfinie. Villagers."

Show me a nigga laugh.

"... Oh yeah..."

I greatly appreciate that circumstantial decision and the right decision.

"Well, you're a villager, but you're also in business, so if you need help, I'll keep it cheap."

The Vivel Fakfinie also has a Kainer's Home, and most of them will be ready. But if you say you want love or something, I'll let you take a seat with a smile on your face.

"Then why don't you do business with us? I'll put out a worker besides Bulgur tea."

Does that mean you're telling me to give you a job in addition to where you are?

"We have lived here for a long time, but we are a people of our homeland. Foreign body here. It's not accepted, and there's nowhere else to go. So sell us what you can, sell us the future."

Future, huh?

Damn, he always makes it easy for me to say it's the future. I know how hard it is. I easily demand it from others. Besides, if the price is small, it will come.

He reached for the bulgur tea, took a sip and exhaled a long sigh.

"I know you're talking impotent. Something unsolicited, too. But calm this plague, and in just a few days, harmelan mastery. We have to live with those who are crossing parity with what seems to be that demon god! Please! Sell us the future!

Well, I can favor you more than the guy who says please, and I don't hate hot women for love. Somewhat, there are places that use a woman's weapon, but forgiving that is the measure of a man. Laugh and flush.

"The future given is not worth it. But lucky for you, I can give you a story that's beneficial to both. What do we do?"

It's not a nigga, it smiles and shows.

"... a beneficial story...?

Beautiful witch with an amazing look on her face. It doesn't seem to have the power to identify the rough waves of the times in an effort to live longer.

"That's right. This Harmelan is an unprecedented shortage of manpower. Some species have come because they want a future like you, but that's still not enough. It won't be enough for you to surround yourself."

Assuming there are thousands of slum dwellers where they were helped. There must be less than half of us who can work from there.

"I want Bulgur. No fruit, no roots. If there is one, I'll buy it. I don't care if you collect anything from other cities. No, I really want you to do it."

There is demand for bulgur. I also have a seller. No, you can't spin anything else with the best of Yaoyoloz alone. I want it, too.

"Come on, we have work to do, but we don't have enough people. What do we do? Then we'll have to bring it from somewhere else. Look, there's gonna be more people. When there are more people, I want a place to live. I have to eat. When I make money, I want to drink. But it's boring to drink. I'm gonna want some entertainment or a song, come on, what are we gonna do? People overflowed. It's a mayhem riot. Somebody's gotta compartmentalize. It's just gonna get rough."

Now smile and show it to me nigga. And I put dozens of gold plates on the table.

"That's a rooting fee to get our chamber of commerce put here. If you're going to protect our Chamber of Commerce, you're going to have to pay me in advance."

If you're going to rule the city, you can't just table it. You have to rule all the way back. It's really not going to be what you ruled.

"Huff. We met when we were lucky."

Shake the empty cup to show.

"... yeah, right. We met when we were lucky."

He seemed to understand what it meant to wave the cup, and the beautiful witch poured me an alternative.

"It's a perfectly delicious cup of tea. I hope we can keep drinking."

Yes, this is worth it. For me and for the witch.

"Yeah. Right. Because I love this tea, too."

I had a heartfelt grin, not a making laugh.

We have a deal. Let's get along for a long time. and bumped each other's cups.