Garrison of stone mercenaries. In it, a room given to the clerk.
So I head to my desk today and today. With his dirty hands in ink, he was running salads and feather pens over parchment paper.
What we are currently working on is a Mercenary Corps cashier's book.
The numbers noted there meant a large black deficit. It shows dramatically improved management as it is.
I nodded satisfactorily and put my signature at the end of the document.
"Hmm, that's great. You'd think so, wouldn't you, Watson?
"Who is it about? If you're telling me, I feel terrible."
To my inquiry, a low voice returns a word of denial.
"Oh, really? That's too bad."
Apparently, my only men are in a bad mood.
Well, that's why I'm not in a shady mood.
Anyway, as a result of the disturbance the other day, my salary actually jumped to 400 silicas - the third-largest salary in the mercenary corps.
Besides, I even got a handy subordinate who could push trouble.
Now, is there any way you're not in the mood, or no (anti-tone)?
No, no, but it's what made things fall really well.
Looking at the grumpy side of my men, I recall the disturbances of the other day.
The effect of dripping a drop of poison on the merchant city via a business meeting with Weiss was… too extraordinary to pull a dong.
Merchants are people who were originally loyal to their own interests, and for that reason, they cheat people in peace.
What drowned in their minds like that was a drop of poison (gibberish). What sucked up that poison and grew up as a nutrient was a ferocious large wheel of flowers.
- I called the name suspicious.
The kind of trust that stood on thin ice broke even brittle.
The result is, yeah, hard to exhaust on the brush tongue......
Dare I put it in a nutshell, the Great Panic?
No, Shizuku reflection, super reflection. Heh heh heh.
Honestly, the merchants driven by suspicious ghosts seemed terrible already.
If you can't throw that commotion away on the boulder, it's the big chambers of commerce that cow the merchant city that raised their hips.
They, with unexpected oddity, hit the tide of things.
How dare you surrender with your hands up and ask the truth of the matter.
It was an odd way to throw away Fujiko and everything - naturally, not worth the earliest consideration, ignore the Else Chamber of Commerce's profits all the time, etc.
A reciprocal, no, secret contract was exchanged between the city's leading Grand Chamber of Commerce and a mercenary regiment, apparently in favor of the mercenary regiment.
The contents were as follows:
The Fine Mercenaries will disclose the truth of the matter to the Chamber of Commerce.
The Else Chamber of Commerce wholesales goods to the Fine Mercenary Corps at cheap (Takeshi) prices.
The Fine Mercenaries do not significantly cut the selling price to individual members of the group.
The Chamber of Commerce, in any sense, does not retaliate against the Fine Mercenaries.
Both the Chamber of Commerce Company and the Mercenary Corps shall keep a secret regarding the contract.
Immediately after the successful conclusion of this contract, in the name of the Grand Chamber of Commerce Union, the truth about this disturbance was revealed to all who needed to know.
That's not why, of course, when it comes to whether the merchants totally trusted this story.
But he managed to crawl up on thin ice from the bottom of the winter lake.
Here, the commotion that confounded the merchants saw a certain convergence.
The secret contract greatly benefited the mercenary regiment.
I was able to buy the product at a fair price because of the interminable price. Besides, the purchase price of individual members is not that cheaper.
The item in the secret agreement, which did not significantly cut the selling price to individual group members, was a hope from the Chamber of Commerce.
No matter how much, the Chamber of Commerce Union, and the upper echelons of the mercenary regiment speak, there is no doubt that people will be distrustful if the prices of the weapons and liquor types purchased by the members fall extremely low.
Even a fool can tell there's something going on.
Therefore, the purchase amount of individual members is somewhat better than the price that was previously raised.
I mean, the conclusion that leads from it is -.
reselling equine, is.
The difference, what can be described as the secret funds of a mercenary regiment, is the dimension of piling up and going.
That means my salary will jump, too.
Compared to the profits a mercenary regiment can make, such as 420 silicas, it's only a lot of money.
The upper echelons of the mercenary regiment are thrilled with their income. I'm up for pay, too, garlic.
The members of the general regiment are also pleased and grateful to me that as a result of my negotiations alcohol and weapons can be bought somewhat cheaper. - The truth is, I don't know one thing.
In other words, it fits well in all directions, the Great Circle.
What!? The Else Chamber of Commerce is losing a fortune?... what are you selling at a stupid, fair price and not damaging, yah.
Gohon, Gohon. Well, still, if you look for someone who has been pulled off the poverty lottery... There you are, a pitiful man like Weiss.
By secret agreement, merchants are forbidden to retaliate against mercenaries.
I mean, you can't point a spear of anger at me.
Then where are the emotions you can't help?
... it was my business partner, nothing more than Weiss.
An amateur little girl got hit like a good merchant in the face.
That is the assessment of Wise after the disturbance.
When I heard that assessment, I mocked him for eating cold meals for the rest of his life...
The next day, the person appeared before me, surprised.
The liver was cooled down by darkness.
Most importantly, his purpose was not revenge. Here's what he says.
Says: 'I can no longer live as a merchant. Take responsibility'.
Needless to say, I accepted his point in the instant answer.
At any rate, the mercenary regiment is extremely understaffed.
Thus it was decided to join Weiss's mercenary regiment.
"Hey, Watson, bring me some tea."
……………………
Watson, can you hear me?
Miri, and sure enough, I heard his feather pen screaming.
And time stops. Silence dominated the indoors.
After a long thought, the man rises sukuri. Apparently, he succeeded in pushing anger to death.
"I'm going to make some tea. … and since my name is Wise"
When I say so, Watson walks out of the room, yes, Wise.
Hmm, I don't like a lot of things, but do I...
He's got a lot of administrative skills, and he's got a pawn that's not bad.
... Loyalty may be passing zero and sticking out negative though.
Well, even if there's one flaw in the balls, let's just say it's good.
Again, I nodded contentedly and got to work on the new paperwork.
"Totally, in a hell of a mess."
Yes, a man sitting on the couch with Dosari, speaking out like a roar.
He zeroes his sigh as he scratches his red tea hair.
"Well, well, we made money eventually, okay, Captain?"
Most importantly, it was a man in a flashy hat, sitting on the couch across the street, who closed the words with fun.
"Konrat, what are you so comfortable with?"
Linus, a samurai samurai with red tea hair, stares at Konrat, a man with a slight grin across the street.
A contour that flushes its stare by clapping its shoulders.
Linus sighed again.
"That's not something to sigh at, Captain. That was a good pick up, wasn't it, her? I admire the brilliant eye of the captain."
"... I wasn't willing to accept. You're the one who suggested I accept that girl."
In response to that word, Konrat had a meaningful grin.
Linus recalls meeting an incredible girl.
At that time, shortly after the girl answered Linus' question instantly, the man in front of her whistled and then threw a glance at this one.
Even without words, Linus knew what that gaze meant.
About that, I've known the man in front of me for a long time.
Linus unconsciously peeks around and then speaks with a toned unusual voice.
"Is it really good to have that girl around you? She's a bad girl, and most importantly, that girl looks..." Linus ""
Konrat overlaps words to block Linus' words.
For a moment, the slight grin lurks the ringing, and the rational expression peeps into his face.
Linus had no choice but to swallow words in that expression.
When I laugh with satisfaction at how Linus is doing, the contort returns to a light-hearted look again.
"Don't worry about it, Captain."
"... based on what, Konrat?
"Basis? No, that's not it.... Just a conjecture."
"Kan, kan"
"Ha, I didn't even make a fool of myself. It's a good idea for me."
That's what I said, a delightfully laughing contort.
In contrast, Linus doesn't even hide his dissatisfied face, he pushes silence.
One day, a conversation between the top two mercenaries. In Shizukuishi's unspoilt possession, apparently she was not excluded from the mercenary regiment.