Sputnik first removed several books from the bookshelf.
The written titles are "Stone Words," "The Secular Effects of Precious Stones," and "Healing Effects and Ore and Precious Metals". I got a little lost and then overlaid another book there. It says' first blame 'in larger letters. It was too childish to be used as a reference for production, and it never opened in a long time. When I took out a total of four books, I let them go on the bed, beside Crewe. Start explaining, sitting back again in the chair of the study desk.
"Don't say that gems have power, for a long time. That's not superstitious, either. It is clearly medically proven that it can be denied, but it would nevertheless certainly have psychological and psychological effects. Although it is close to a kind of counterfeit drug effect (placebo)."
Crewe opened one of the books I gave him. But I seem to have stunned at the line of fine, professional letters that were leaping ahead of me when I opened them. Close your eyes firmly and shake your puffy head. He stepped on that this was impossible for him, and immediately reached for another book. That was apparently her bearable range, and she slowly starts to follow the letters. - "The First Time"
Close to the picture book. Looking at her looking forward to it, Sputnik went on like this.
"It's just a completely different dimension story, and gems have power. Can I help you, should I say?"
"Power?"
"Wizards can fill gems with magic"
To her, who looked up strangely, Sputnik nodded and showed.
"Think of the gem as a magic water bottle. A gem is something that allows you to pack and preserve the magic of a wizard inside. Wizards mediate a power called magic that is within them to make heterogeneous phenomena - for example, lighting lights or shockwaves in a space of nothing - real, but of course, if magic runs out, wizards will not be able to use magic. If a wizard can't use magic, it's a matter of life and death. So that's how I pack the gem with magic in advance, and when my magic runs out in contention or something, I take out the magic I pack in the gem and exercise the magic again. … so the presence of a wizard who consumes a lot of gems is a superior to a jeweler"
Open the top drawer and place the gem on the retriever desk. Not as big an emerald. It was borrowed from the processing room as a reference for the design of jewellery.
Unexpectedly, Krew met with Pan.
"Oh, I get it"
"Yeah?"
"So there wasn't a jeweler in this city until we got here, was there? Because it's a place where magic doesn't work very well - it buys a lot of gems, because it's a place that wizards can't quite come to."
"That's what I'm talking about"
Whether or not you can make a living from selling gems as ornaments alone is a kind of bet, but Sputnik didn't have all that much of a concern material because he had connections with the customers he developed when he was a traveler. For Sputnik, who was reluctant to engage with the wizard in the first place, the city of Riafiat, where the wizard did not visit and had no commercial enemies, was very convenient to set up a shop.
"But why isn't Mr. Sputnik selling gems to the Wizard?"
"A wizard is a group that uses heterogeneous powers. That is tantamount to the constant possession of weapons that we ordinary humans cannot possess. Most jewelers make deals with wizards because they are certain they can make money, and few jewelers make deals with wizards. but if you make any mistake in the way you negotiate commerce, you may also be threatened with unknown force by a disturbed wizard. That's why I don't do business with wizards. I hate to bow my head for nothing."
"... ahhh. I see."
"Where did you convince me?"
I stare at Krewe because it seems that the point of convergence has been made, but the meaning of the trick seems to relate only to the end of the word. And she turned away sassy.
"And anyway. So, is that magic girl using it? We carry a lot of magic packed gems, so we can use magic in Liafiat City on the eastern edge, too.... but why does the magic weaken in the east? When I talked to Mr. Natsu, he said it seemed to have something to do with the fact that it was in the west like the headquarters of the Witches Association, but I don't know."
"The wizards, 'the original ancestors' - I'm not familiar with this either, which means they're probably the greatest wizards by far. Use magic by its protection. The place where they are celebrating their first ancestors is the home of the association, west of the continent, but there are limits to how far they can be protected by their first ancestors. Even if the wizard has extra magic in his own body, the further away he is from his original ancestors, the weaker the magic he can exercise, and the further away he is from around the rear fiat, the harder it is to use it. So they hardly ever come east."
That's why the self-proclaimed magic girl who used so much magic to show it in this Liafiat city is puzzling. It's just a matter of momentary movement. - Even the man who names the Witch Society's messenger said he just put a light bulb out at his fingertips.
"You know a lot about it."
"I'm a jeweler. Gems and wizards are in the company of cutting but not cutting. Even if you're not with a customer, it's coming into your ear."
"I didn't know"
"I didn't tell you."
In fact, it is unnecessary knowledge if we are to sell jewels as ornaments. So I didn't talk about wizards when I was traveling or setting up a store. If you're in Liafiat in the first place, you won't even meet a wizard or anything. That's why I didn't even tell you that there's a race of wizards in the world, but still, I guess there's something to be dissatisfied with. I grabbed the hem of the blanket and bent my lips to obstinate.
"But I kind of get it. Why Mr. Sputnik hated it when Mr. Soaran said he was going to create a branch of the Witch Society in this city. If there's a witch association here, the jeweler Sputnik can't stay out of it."
…………
That's all there is to it.
But I wouldn't even have to explain my personal feelings one by one. And more than that. I elbowed at my desk and puked pompously at what I thought.
"I hate that guy."
"Why not?
I tilt my neck and look strange. You relaxed bastard.
I didn't know if I should talk, but I opened my mouth and said, "Okay, this much."
"Don't you feel uncomfortable with the name 'Witch Society'"
"I don't know."
I don't seem to remember.
"Then fine. Good night."
"Oh, I remember. I remember. It sounds so weird."
After breaking up the story and seeing Sputnik hanging his hand on the bookshelf again, Krew got himself out of bed and reworded it like he was in a panic. So talk to me, attitude I'm just saying.
Sputnik exhaled deeply and then returned the answer, blurring and grunting.
"... Demon 'Woman' Association. And that's from the Witches Association."
"Ah."
That's it, and it looks like she finally realized it, too.
"Mr. Ilaja was a woman, but Mr. Soaran was a man. It's a sorority of witches, even though there are men."
"A witch association is - a wizard is, as you can see from the name of its organization, a tendency towards the inferiority of women. Only in recent years have men and women become homosexual, but there is still a strong tendency in women's society"
"Is it that hard for a man to survive in a women's society?"
I try to snort, but I think it's a mistake to affirm myself there. Unlike them, the Jewellery Chamber of Commerce is a female-female organization, and Sputnik himself has never actually experienced sexism. Lack of persuasion.
I just remembered the exact human name to speak of it.
"Ask your nuts later."
"Mr. Nuts?
"Police organizations are the same thing. That is also now considered to be an organization of men's and women's rights, but originally it was a men's society, and the tide is still present, even if there is nothing to say in expression. There must have been a lot of trouble getting that far."
I probably won't have the opposite of myself for the rest of my life, but still, it's not like I won't even admit to that effort.
"And that one holds quite a place in that sorority of witches. At least not to the extent of being appointed Branch Manager of the Witches Association Branch, which you can do just now."
After being explained, Crewe nodded humphew. Mr. Soaran is an amazing person, I say swallowing, but it's not a good story to end with admiration. - I don't know what you're holding in your belly, a bottom invisible smile. A wizard of the doer, stretched out in an organization full of enemies. I had no idea that kind of person would leave me like this.
That is why I am even more angry with that man, whom I pulled and showed once. Giri, I heard a noise and realized I was biting my back teeth off tightly.
Exhale once and restore calm. Then looking back at the bed, Crewe lay down with a blanket hanging up to his shoulder.
The story about the likelihood of the organization may have induced drowsiness for her unfamiliar. He holds a stuffed animal in one hand and a closed 'first cheek' in one hand. The rest of the book piled up on the edge and watched Sputnik from inside the futon. The lid also looks a little heavy.
"That will be enough. Time to go to sleep."
and her decent eyes instantly opened.
Shake big.
"I won't sleep."
"You're not going to sleep. Obviously, you're going to sleep."
"I was just in the mood to lie down. Still sleepy... no."
sleepy, there was a strange time after, her eyes moistened. Apparently, he bit the yawn to death. I open my mouth to try to lay a novel on it, but earlier than that, she asked.
"Is Mr. Sputnik still awake?"
"I still have things to do."
"What are you doing?"
"It's a family book or something."
"All lies"
Why don't you decide it's an immediate lie? It's a lie.
Just peek into his face from inside the futon and look at him, forcing him.
"Talk more, talk more"
But even if they say so.
I don't even think I can get any more results from what I've told you about the wizard. However, I don't even think Klu is a child enough to be happy to tell fairy tales and stories - although there is no way that he is willing to tell his love to them.
Would you just go to sleep if we were to talk about an academic paper that she doesn't understand? No, that's what I'm going to order you to chew it up and explain it to me so I can figure it out.
"I'd like to hear Mr. Sputnik's old story or something. Whatever. Anything."
Anything, right? Put your arms together and place your center of gravity on your back.
Look up at the ceiling and explore your memories. That's how I remembered one thing I should tell her. That's far more important than childhood memories, for example.
At the end of a dim, hard to see gaze, is that cotton dust that shakes loudly? As he stared at the corner of the ceiling, he said this in a quick mouth.
"Your life is guaranteed no matter what I do."
"Huh..."
What came back to it was a voice like exhale.
Looking back, she was keeping an eye out in the futon. Earlier, the expression of curiosity, sweetness and drowsiness disappeared, and now it appears surprising and fearful, something that is not so good. That funny look on my face even seemed disgusting, depending on what I tried to see, when I said you were the one who told me to talk about something.
"What does that mean?"
"Thank you. It means the same thing."
It is not a metaphor of any kind, nor does it have a special profound meaning. One day I was going to tell you, it's just the right opportunity. The control of the contract with the Chamber of Commerce when hiring employees should also be on some shelf, but the written text is a line of small, difficult words that she probably won't understand from what she's made to read. I will choose the chewed expression as much as possible, organize it briefly and communicate its contents orally to you.
"This didn't start now, but in case anything happens to me, your employer and guardian, your hindsight is to be left to the Chamber of Commerce." In case "- bankruptcy, accidental death, unconsciousness, disappearance, evaporation. In every other case, even in the absence of you, your safety is paramount. When I hired you, I made that kind of deal with the Chamber of Commerce. So much."
"No, sir."
Trying to keep you worried was blocked.
The crew waves loudly for the first time. Look straight at Sputnik with his glowing eyes like moisturized,
"Why are you telling me that now?"
"Isn't it because you tell me to tell you something?... so when something happens to me, contact the Chamber of Commerce in my name. The Chamber of Commerce protects you against the prestige of the Chamber of Commerce. Your treatment won't be the way it used to be in the wrong place about what. Don't worry about it."
Based on Crewe's history and rules of thumb, I'm sure what she fears is when she loses her hindsight and is thrown out into the world. So I told him that I thought that talking about it would help dispel my anxiety about the status quo.
"No!
Unfortunately, Sputnik's thoughts came off.
Krew throws out a raven and a book, jumps off a duvet and gets up. At the same time, there were zero tears coming out of her eyes. I thought you were accumulating tears because of the yawn, but they don't. Soon after, a number of large tears poured down and wet her cheeks as she looked.
Suddenly, the boulder Sputnik gets a little too.
"Oh, man. You won't cry."
"Because that's not what it is. Cu wants to hear it, it's not like that."
Hii, make a noise and breathe.
The unexpected crying of a woman in her bedroom meant that no matter how much she had to do with this little one, what, like this - the boulder lost his temper, too, and took a seat. Sit on the edge of the bed and put your hands on her head, "Don't cry," she said. Crewe wiped his cheeks with the futon hem as he sneezed up.
"Oh, no, Mr. Sputnik, I can't believe he's gone."
"Just in case billions are talking about one insurance policy. There's no way this is going to happen to me in the first place. This is me."
"Oh, no, Shh, it's Mr. Sputnik, because he's gonna die," he said. Um, a clean pile of silver, or a heart, stabbed me, maybe, maybe, dead, so, su. "
"No, if they do that, they'll die, but in boulders."
I don't want to die.
I pointed it out unexpectedly because I would say it was like some kind of monster, but it also applauded her grief. Shake your head wide as you grip the futon hem.
"Ah, okay, okay, I'm not dying. I'm not dying. Stop crying because you won't die if you're planted in royal water by booze or stabbed in the heart."
"Ho, it's true"
"True, true."
I wonder if a pile is something I can handle with my energy. Then she leaned her cheek against Sputnik's chest, and, uh, roared thinly.
Eventually, when my squeaky voice calms down, I'll slap him gently on the back about twice. and Crewe slowly raised his face on his chest. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, but the atmosphere was disappearing like a chopped feather thanks to her having made her cry enough.
"Are you calm?"
"Yes......"
Then let go of the arm you turned on your back. but the crew stuck to my chest won't let me go. When I gently touched her shoulder to pull her apart, she whispered something like this with a blur.
"... I knew you'd still be restless, but please leave us alone."
"Don't be sweet."
"Ouch."
When I gently followed her cheek, she finally left me.
Instead, take away the stuffed animal you left alone and hold it in your arms again. Sputnik said as he sat on the edge of the bed, putting his arms and feet together and pounding.
"Damn, you must be a lady. Blood doesn't connect. It's sweet. If a real lady hears you, she'll be damned."
"Usually I treat children, but all this time. Mr. Sputnik is on his own."
Such is mutual.
"Look, go to sleep. You must be sleepy already, fooling around with weird things."
"I'm not sleepy yet. I'm not a kid anymore, either. Stay up late, you can."
That said, Lu Rhythm hasn't turned around slightly. With all the extremes, the end of the words disappear into great absences, and I laugh unexpectedly. Just go to sleep now, and I gently pressed Krew's shoulder, and Krew himself seemed to know that his lid was the limit, and now it was time to lie down without complaining.
I reach out and stroke my hair, stroke my forehead and stroke my cheeks as I watch my chestnut hair spread over my pillow. Then she narrowed her eyes like a sweet cat to her owner.
"I miss you. I guess this is how I used to fall asleep.... I'm fatter than I was back then"
"Don't be rude"
"I complimented you. Healthy now."
"Then say so properly."
Absolutely, she is my poor lady. It was also a hundred million hijacks to correct, and when she showed her shoulders gently, she exaggerated and pointed her lips. It is clear, though, that it is not really obstinate.
"Oh, Mr. Sputnik, come on."
"All lies"
So Sputnik jokes and answers that too.
And Crewe, uh-huh, laughed in a small voice. Keep your eyes closed slowly. Eventually I heard her sleep and she seemed to have finally slept.