Riot Grasper

- Are you serious?

Ms Magdalena, who would know the circumstances, asked slowly to ascertain Mr Uran's will.

When I saw Mr. Uranium snort at it, the next time the exhaled general turned her gaze... it was me.

"Hmm... Uranium, can I talk to you from me?

When he threw a decision on whether to explain to me that the situation was Pocan without swallowing, Mr. Uranium agreed small.

- To summarise what was said from Mr Magdalena's mouth, that is to say, like this.

Stella, who has always been popular as an inn billboard daughter, has a lot of men to tell.

But the majority of people joke about the swelling, etc. they fell in love with because of the drunken momentum of the liquor store, and Stella has also handled it with a smile, while doing well in her role as a billboard daughter with gorgeous through skills.

Up to this point, it's something I already know.

Even before this, Mr. Uranium said, 'Why don't you go out for drinks with your guests once in a while?' Something like that made the air tingle new to my memory.

... The problem begins with the appearance of a man daring a fierce attack on Mr. Stella, not a joke.

You were interested in the reputation that the food was delicious, or that a man named himself a big merchant visited the Taste Mang Pong Ko Pavilion, and although it was the first time he had grown up... the moment he caught Stella's eye, he suddenly stood up - and applied to socialize.

Stella, accustomed to it, tried to flush it gorgeously, as usual, but apparently failed to flush it. Magdalena, whose details were difficult to explain and cloudy with words, had some tired look on her face.

What the hell kind of person is that?

Like it was too hard to put no in a serious approach...?

Anyway, she was confused about that big merchant's application, but she just hid behind her back saying that Mr. Uranium had helped her out of the kitchen with something.

Seeing the sight, the man, who made various mistakes (* I don't think it was much of a mistake either), asked Mr. Uranium what the relationship was between the two.

Because here he could be lying. If the two were lovers and had a personality that could give you back the word that there was no room for you to get in, that would have been the truth all along.

If so, I would have honestly given the two of you the word "blast" too (* congratulations), but unfortunately Mr. Uranium was a clumsy person in a good way.

"Because it will annoy other customers"

I only said the word and tried to go back to the kitchen.

The man who remains mistaken seems to have made quite a tantrum to Mr. Uranium as to whether he heated up more and more to such callous language.

"Interpretation is just a hired cook."

Like,

"Such a beautiful woman does not deserve it"

etc.

Still, Mr. Uranium said he didn't say anything back in particular but kept quiet.

The man, who remained excited about Mr. Uran's response for a while, sounded odd as he suddenly came up with something, and he hasn't come back as soon as he left the store.

Meanwhile, Ms. Stella was angry at the rumbling of the man, somewhat excited to say, 'Why aren't you saying anything back? He asked Mr. Uranium a question.

"- You're just making a mistake and making a scene in the first place, so you won't have to deal with them. Besides, if Stella wants to live a rich life, it's not bad for a guy like that..."

"So you said..."

To Mr. Uranium, who uttered words to get into the conversation while serving a drunk customer, I hammer.

Living in abundance without money is certainly where the average woman wants it, or maybe she was jokingly mouthful in front of Mr. Uranium.

That's why I don't think that's what you're saying at that time.

Of course, I don't think Mr. Uran uttered those words out of his heart, but something like hitting Stella with a slightly irritating emotion of his own?

You're still young... no, not what I could have told you.

Now, it's easy to imagine what Stella did when she got that statement, based on the fact that she's not here right now.

She has the high skill of being angry with a smile, but finally she's on the next-stage...... well, I guess she's moved on to the stage of being angry with a cry. Stella opened the store early when she was no longer able to serve.

I had no idea this kind of drama was unfolding while I was working in training by pretending to be a sword.

However, why did this result in Mr. Uranium leaving the store?

"One day you were going to open your own shop. That merchant's words could have been a good cut"

... is that what you mean?

Mr. Uranium, who was calmly rumbling about the man, may have been hired to cook or something and was plain hurt. It would be a guy's pride.

It seems somewhat short-circuited, but from what I've heard for a long time that I'm in training to own a store, it's a convincing story.

Still... there seems to be nothing I can do about this.

As for Mr. Uran and Mr. Stella, it is fine to say that it is an extension of the insane quarrel. Because it's easy for me to see you make up in the near future.

And if Mr. Uranium is serious about opening a store, he's not going to stop this one either.

I've really just been listening, but apparently it's not my turn.

- That's what I was thinking, the sound of pushing open the front door of Yuiman Pompong Ko Pavilion.

At the end of his gaze, Stella's appearance slightly swollen his eyes.

I usually wear an apron with peachy hair in a dough, but it is quite rare to wear it everyday with my hair down.

Hmmm... I can also tell you that she is popular as a billboard girl.

"Um, ma'am. I'm sorry I couldn't do it today."

First of all, I would like to be honest with Mr Magdalena about my words of apology, Mr Stella.

"Looks like you've settled down."

"Me, is...? Is something wrong?

- Stella, who looked at Mr. Uranium a little awkwardly, clouded her face once again when she heard the situation from Mr. Magdalena.

"My... because?

"No, that's what I meant originally. Nothing Stella cares about."

"And."

Oh, whoa. Somehow I got an atmosphere where outsiders couldn't stick their necks in.

"But, well, what is it? If the store goes well..."

"... what?

Stella puts a questionable look on her unboiled word ass.

Hard to say, but what the hell is Mr. Uranium trying to say, stop saying things like dropping bombs any more...

"- Hopefully... Stella will be able to work in my shop... I'll be glad"

... What, you say?

No way.

What Mr. Uranium had jokingly said a long time ago...... was it a flag?

And at this time, so!?

Aren't you waiting for your opponent's reply as the man on the strong side scratches his head with polypoly in embarrassment?

Damn...... if I was a woman it would be totally 'Zugün!!'.

I didn't have to check again. Stella's cheeks were more bright red than peachy hair, and she seemed slightly confused to reply, but after a while she showed a way to snort small.

...... yeah. I thought we shouldn't have dropped the bomb earlier, but it seemed a mistake.

I'm glad it exploded.

Or I was expecting to make it up to you soon, but you'd be too close.

Let's free up some more time. Ugh!... No, it's fine.

I wonder what it is. For some reason, I'm getting a little vain. Oh, I think I'm gonna cry.

"... something. Are you saying we're both gonna quit this place after all? Totally, this one's a good nuisance."

Mr. Magdalena, who spreads his hands and speaks to both of them with a frightening trick, remains gentle in expression. I guess I'm blessing this guy with a new doorstep.

What a happy ending.

... I don't feel like I'm forgetting anyone, but is this a paragraph or something?

I'm tired, and I want to fall asleep today.

That's how I chewed up the absenteeism and tried to put it behind me.

"Wait a minute!!"

The sound of the door opening strongly and the man's loud voice echoed my eardrum.

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I think the word is just Huami is a very good expression.

If you wear clothes that look awesome during important business discussions, that doesn't make you lose credibility. It is necessary to keep yourself pretty. Not to mention if you are a merchant, wrapping up fancy clothes would also make an appeal that the economy is good, which would have a good impact on business negotiations.

But I don't think anything should go by.

The merchant-style man in my sight was wearing a categorical garment that was just gorgeous, roughing his nose and sending this one... No, he was sending his gaze to Stella.

Perhaps this man is the self-proclaimed big merchant he was talking about earlier.

I don't know what you were going to do, but I don't think there's room for any more between Mr. Uranium and Mr. Stella.

Sad, but this is real, isn't it?

"Mr. Stella!! If there is an obstacle before our love, it is our duty as men to do everything in our power to get rid of it. You're threatened, aren't you? To the man."

The man who poked his finger at Mr. Uranium with the momentum to sell the fight directly from the front to the word that he should not finger people said so confidently.

"It is obvious that it would be extremely difficult for a weak woman to resist if she were pressed with such a horrible face! You still think I can't spot the fact that they forced me to go out with them that way!?"

... er. I want a moment.

I don't see the point.

"But don't worry. I've found the right way to save you from the beast's hands. Oh, don't worry about anything anymore. Jump into this chest and come my honey!!"

"Um... As I said earlier, I'm not going to make out with you, am I?

"I can illuminate you. Admit you're also the cutest. but the wall that separates the two loves will no longer be too thin and brittle and will melt away with my love for you"

The look on the face of a man spinning his words in a pose that the phonetic sound of Bishy! seems to float in the air is tranced as if he was drunk on himself.

Oh, I see.

Ok.

This is a serious, bad one.

Stella said to a fierce attack that she failed to recieve, but if she flushed something like this, the toilet would likely be jammed.

He is a man who keeps talking unilaterally without listening to people, but Mr. Stella also plugged in the words without losing.

"But this is the first time I've seen you, isn't it? If you think about it, I don't know your name or your age."

"This is rude. Surely it's a strange story that a woman who will be a wife in the future doesn't even know her husband's name. My name is Galeb Al Atoir. Twenty-eight years old. Don't you think something called older inclusiveness is one of the attractions?

"Eight are older, aren't they? I don't think age has anything to do with inclusiveness, by the way."

"I see! So you're saying that age difference has nothing to do with romance. I think so too."

Shh, wow.

The high degree of conversion that is positive everywhere while twisting and bending what the other person is saying when it is more convenient for you.

This guy ha... it's real.

"Saah! Now is not the time to free yourself from the beasts there and build a paradise of love for both of you."

That's right. The look on Stella's face that she pioneered is about to leak out, but she manages to keep the conversation going.

"Um, to unleash... to be specific?

"Of course, it's a duel. There will be something in this king's capital that will serve as a fighting ground. I thought throwing oneself into the struggle to protect one's beloved was more immutable than ancient times."

"Excuse me, Mr. Galeb doesn't seem very good at contention..."

Stella is right, I don't think Garib, who can be described as a middle-bodied middle-bodied, does excel on the battle side. Even if you peek in the Bandit's Eye (Liot Eyes), you don't possess any combat skills.

Hmm...? My eyes are a little dazzling because I'm getting tired and sleepy already. I want to get some sleep.

"Whether or not we can prepare a strong man to replace ourselves is a business in which unmatched financial and human aspirations can be formed. It's synonymous with strength."

"Ha, ha"

Um, I mean, you're putting surrogate players on, so you want to say that if that guy wins, it's the same thing you won.

Exactly. Mr. Uranium didn't shut up about this either.

"A duel isn't calm again, is it? I think it's up to Stella to decide for herself what to do, and I'm going to be busy, so I won't let that happen."

"That's right. I've decided to work in a new store where uranium opens. I don't care if you say that all of a sudden..."

Oh, whoa.

If I were in Mr. Galeb's shoes, the two words would break my heart now.

"I see. So the guy there is forced to take me to a newly run shop and make me work. Rest assured. I will never let that happen. With all my resources, let's stop it."

Is this... the real one?

Kuroko, come back here.

There was a real one here.

"hey... what are you talking about, you"

Mr. Uranium says back in a slightly angry voice.

"Ha ha. If that seems troublesome, you should take my challenge very seriously. If I win, promise never to come near Mr. Stella again in the future."

I thought if I won, I'd say I'd hang out with Stella or something, but I'm unexpectedly conscientious.

Do you really think that Mr. Uran would jump into his own chest if he were gone?

Ko Wa Yi.

"Of course you're free to have a surrogate player. Well, if anyone stood up close to me... I'm talking about it. Why don't we hear back in front of the arena tomorrow? Let him know that before love everything is powerless. Ugh."

Mr. Garib left the inn with a lot of momentum, stating only what he wanted to say.

- A lot of silence.

Mr. Uran was just tired or he sat down in a chair in the dining room.

"What, what? That guy..."

I'm a freak.

I just want to say, it's actually a little troublesome.

If you don't take the challenge, you're very likely to be maliciously obstructing Mr. Uranium's business.

That said, I don't even think it's convenient for a peaceful cook to have someone close enough to represent the duel.

Moreover, the due date is tomorrow.

"Huh!?"

Suddenly, it was Stella who tried to wrap her around with her palms and grabbed my hand. Wavy hair flutters and shakes, with a slightly sweet scent stroking the nasal cavity.

"- Mr. Sage. I have a favor to ask."

I honestly can quickly understand what that serious eye is trying to say.

An awesome adventurer in her who could follow an expensive horseman.

Because there's such a person in front of you.

"... make it bumpy"

It's not the kind of word my billboard daughter would say, but I don't know what it feels like.

If I were to take this request, what would the reward be for eating a full course of Mr. Uranium's shop all you want?

That will motivate us.