Spirit Growers Travel Around the World - Get Rare Materials and Spirits Grow Rapidly!? ~

Sigel, who was unexpectedly dropping off Ardam, who was distracted by the gaze around him, noticed that a signal was being sent from his chest.

Sigel's chest pocket now holds a smaller rug.

While we were doing the stalls, we dared to miniaturize them in order to get a strange gaze from our customers whether they were getting in the way or getting bigger.

"What's wrong?

To Sigel, who asks so, Rag answered with a look at Ziggy Ardam.

"Something's wrong with him."

"Weird?... you mean that"

To the abrupt words of the rug, Sigel remembered what Michaela was saying yesterday immediately after leaning her neck only slightly.

Michaela said Ardam's spirits were badly treated.

If that poor treatment is affecting the spirits around you, no wonder Rag felt it.

I just sometimes wonder about something else.

"When I met you before... well. Were there any rugs then?"

It was only once that Sigel met Ardam directly, near the training ground.

There were no rugs then, so I guess it's only natural that I didn't notice any strange signs of Ardam haunting me and doing it.

Sigel looked again in the direction in which the Ardams had walked away, but he couldn't feel what Michaela or Rag called "strange signs" because he was already quite far away.

So I twisted my neck, remembering what had happened earlier.

"Hmm. It didn't seem like there were any particular signs of change..."

As Sigel shrugged so, the rug, still stuck in her chest pocket, shook her neck left and right.

"No. All I wanted to say was that there was something wrong with the signs of the spirits around us."

Turns out Sigel mentioned Ardam himself, and that's how Rag corrected it.

In the words of that lag, Sigel was made aware that he was in the wrong perception.

The same was true when he heard about Michaela, but Sigel thought that Ardam himself was only causing a strange atmosphere to haunt him.

"Ah, you mean that. I didn't care about you at all."

Sigel dropped his shoulder gaggling as he said so.

Sigel's ability to sense the Spirit, which in some cases is better than Michaela's, but if the person is not conscious, it is only a treasure possession.

In particular, Sigel, who has not been able to become something of a spirit near a person, has developed a bad habit of leaving the Spirit out of consciousness.

It would mean that the harm, which had rarely come into contact with spiritual users before, came out of this place.

Filomena approached Sigel, who continued to reflect subtly while cleaning up the stall, tilting her neck small.

"Is something wrong? I don't think he did anything strange, though?

Sigel and Ardam were somewhat apart, so it never meant they did anything, at least as far as Philomena was looking.

It's just that it's a world with magic, so it's not strange that something is sneaking up behind it when it's a distance within sight.

Sometimes if it's like a small harassment of real harm, you don't even realize how filomena it is.

Sigel replied, shaking his head, to Filomena, who looked just a little worried.

"No. It doesn't mean I've been fucked by Ardam. However, you think of your immaturity…"

"Hmm...?

After seeing Sigel with a subtle look on his face, Filomena turned her gaze to the rug with only her face out of her pocket.

And Philomena, realizing that the rug was a troubled look, said with a smile all the more.

"Shall I just finish cleaning up, as I will ask you later what happened? And then we'll have enough personal effects, won't we?

The stalls I have already rented are clean, so if you treat the cooking tools to the item box, the cleanup will be over.

"Right."

Sigel also looks around and then nods and answers Philomena that way.

Here, Cindy, who was cleaning up the chairs and tables in front of the stall, came closer with her neck tilted.

"We're done here, but you got something to do?

"Oh, no. All you have to do is get rid of the tools, so is that enough? - Oh, well. I have to go and return the stall keys and stuff."

The stalls used by the Sigels are borrowed from the school festival executive committee, so the keys have to be returned properly.

Sigel doesn't even know where to go to return the keys, as all of those administrative procedures have been Cindy.

"I'll take care of that. Anything else?

"Right. All you have to do is liquidate the sales, but do you want me to go to the lab and do that?

Beyond the fact that the name of the school festival is' Making Money ', anything like a salary is paid to each one, even if it is a help.

I dare to report less labor costs to the critical, but Sigel, who doesn't care about ranking or anything in the first place, is going to pay Cindy properly for helping me.

Most of all, even at school festivals, there is a certain amount of market, so you can't give an extremely large amount of money.

Things around there had already been talked about by Cindy, an experienced person.

Cindy, who received the stall key from Sigel, made sure it was locked properly before heading to Executive Committee Member.

Then Sigel, who dropped it off, began walking to the lab with Filomena, who had finished cleaning up his tools.

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Cindy, who entered the Yacomina lab by returning the stall keys to the executive commissioner, confirmed there that the Sigels were doing the liquidation.

By the way, when I saw a rug that was already the size of a normal person, I smiled heartily but never spoke of it.

Normally, we don't let the covenant spirits do such work, but we are able to recognize that it is a different framework when it comes to Sigel.

"Like what? You've been there quite a bit, haven't you?

Trying not to put it on his face when it came to the rug, Cindy heard that as she dared to gaze at the cash that was clumped together on her desk.

Fortunately I didn't notice it in Cindy's chest, Sigel replied as she lifted a piece of paper that was on her desk.

"What do you think? I think I did well with a limited amount of ingredients, but I'm not sure compared to others."

In the first place, Sigel is not quite sure how much money it is common to make at school festivals.

I know you cared about the area if you were aiming for first place or something from the start, but it was secondary when it came to the amount because it was only a goal to make people know about tomato dishes.

Cindy nodded as she looked at the amount written on the paper, smiling back at Sigel like that.

"You've gone quite a bit. As for the sales of an individual's day, wouldn't you put him in as much as the top ten?

I'm talking about individuals here because it's not like a circle or anything that rents out stages and accepts a lot of customers at a time in an organization.

Cindy believes, however, that if separated from the stall department, it will definitely be at the top of the list.

"Oh, yeah."

To Cindy's explanation, Sigel nodded with a happy expression.

I wasn't very conscious of getting to the top, but if I put it in as a result, I'd never go over it.

As a graduate student, the performance of the school festival is not directly influenced by the evaluation.

It was Siegel's personal stall, where the extra event of Ardam coming at the end of the day took place, but it could be said that it was a great success as a result.

It can be said that spreading tomato dishes, which is the first aim, has produced too much results.

And then there's the lab stall on the last day, so it was Sigel who completely forgot about Ardam and thought about that, trying to enjoy the school festival atmosphere until the end.