Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

"Wow......"

"It would! My favorite craftsman spent six months making it. Wonderful work!"

My heart brightens up this way to the look of my mother, who rejoices as if she had been praised. My heart was sinking when I couldn't see Mr. Leo, and I felt like I had a lamp on me.

"Having such a good craftsman also works for someone who does business. I'm sure you'll spill a lot of information on this information craving!

"I see………………."

Behind her smiling face, she feels the sagginess of a woman, as she felt in the "Meeting to Support Her Highnesses in the Shadows and in the Days". Mother, wow.

And in order for me to conduct various investigations, negotiations, etc. as a city officer in the future, I guess I need to learn techniques to extract the necessary information from them in this way.

"Thank you very much, mother. You'll learn."

"The rest is on the ground! Shall we just go to the store? It's also interesting to negotiate prices."

I should have asked you, but I'd rather go to the store so my mother can drag me.

To conclude, Mr. Oz, the aristocrats were also what the shop hashigo would do…….

"Haha, are you that tired? Your mother is so tough to see."

The mist manager is laughing. She seemed familiar with her mother, and I'm surprised she couldn't enjoy the laughter.

"Well, I'm your father, your mother, and your generation, so, hey, I know a lot of things you don't know."

Saying so, the mist manager winks lightly.

"Your father is the top of that street Buddha, but he wasn't quite a man when he was young, and your mother appealed to him so cutely and fiercely that he finally fell into the fold, and all of us celebrated him, starting with the king."

"That's what...!

I get excited about the story of my father and mother as they were young when I first heard them. But the mist manager smiled nicely with his index finger on his lip.

"Whoa, if you talk too much about it, don't let your father piss you off. That's all I have to say about this story, and information is what I'm going to give you. When you should use it."

I can't even hang on to her if she says so.

"I will look forward to the next opportunity."

With that said, the mist manager raises the edge of his mouth, "He's a good boy".

At first I thought he was a crook, and within the department, which is not a negotiating place, he is also a gentle boss of subordinates' thoughts.

"Mr. Mist, would you mind not detaining Miss Cristiane forever? I was going to ask you to help me return the materials I used when I made the draft."

Master Courty calls out from the gap in the door. What seemed chilling behind it were the mountains and loaded books.

Carry that, I wonder.