The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Kachiri at her disposal, and a disturbing sound, her shoulders bouncing pitifully. But that wasn't the sound of the murder weapon, it was simply that she took her hand off the knob.

Called in a name that wasn't hers, she read his name with her back turned.

"Oh, Master Sputnik. I can't believe I called you by your old name."

To tell you the truth, her wrapped atmosphere made him call it that.

Her, badly calmed story called Ako. But what was at its core was certainly changing.

"'How', is... Ugh. You want to hear it?"

The voice is playing a little. Disturbing signs of hiding from that end though. Still, Sputnik makes me laugh, holding in his belly the discomfort of being bladed around his neck by the disciples.

With this degree of pressure, I was used to it.

"That's what I'd like to hear. There must have been a 'lot', huh?

Ask. And - Unexpectedly Yuki turned around and turned this way. Blue skirt pleats shake gracefully and smile.

Yuki came back to her original couch with her big crotch as she rattled the floor with her heels.

"There's nothing like it. Just like that."

There was no sweetness in the answering voice.

Sit on the couch just like you did earlier. Until earlier, he shrunk and pressed his frozen back against the back of the couch now. Fold your neck to the left and right, ring, turn your shoulders, unnerve, and wipe your hand sweat with a handkerchief taken from your pocket just for the finish. That alone made the person in front of me as if he were someone else.

Sputnik, on the other hand, embarks on himself, diving his voice and inquiring.

"- Are you broken?"

"Rude. Are you trying to tell me I stepped on Doji? No."

She narrows her eyes across her glasses, pulls her lips and laughs without a voice. If you were a 'Chamber Clerk of Drawn-In Ideas' who was there until a few seconds ago, that's the look you never would have.

The eyes that narrow in the back of the lens are keen and sharp, as if they believe they can shoot their enemies with their eyes, and that look that fishes the cheeks and makes them at the edges of their crooked mouths is filled with only unmixed confidence. Sputnik knew the face. - This is what she is all about.

She said this when she shook her clothes, completely frightened.

"There was a fool who wanted to set me up."

"Fix it? You? Who."

"Disappointing men don't like you."

When Yuki told Hawk to eat and calm down even this and overact, Yuki removed three or four round colorful cellophanes from her jacket pockets. Keep one in your hand and scatter the rest around the center of your desk.

When I opened the remaining cellophane in my hand, the chocolate peeked from inside.

"The general flow is as ahead. - I just didn't say one thing: 'There was a guy who wanted to kick me down'"

I don't think Sputnik is foolish enough to say that there was a guy who didn't know how to sell a fight to this woman, etc. With a congruent meaning, "It's Again," she snorted small, laughing like she didn't like it.

"That's why I did it for you. Normally, I don't bring out meeting materials by file. So, oh, I thought the accusation would go from someone who would absolutely neglect me"

"Did you broil it?"

Soyuko and nodded and she sipped a sip of tea.

"What about the killer?

"The woman who made the tea."

"Ah. You were such a weird bitch."

Says as he lifts the cup from the saucer. And she just laughed as if she'd gotten my will.

Yuki's poisonous smile, which should have been directed at the woman in question. But for some reason, even Sputnik gets scared. I felt like it was even planted with poison, and when I put the cup back without putting my mouth on it, she said "you can drink it" to make it brown.

"That woman looks hot on you."

"To me?

"If I'm gone, I'll be able to take your charge. Ha ha, he thought I was a genuine drawn-in idea, and besides, I got a lot of other stings - at that rate, you'd better quit that way than I do. I was just scared to see my face when I was too moxibusted."

Perhaps the only reason I'm frightened is because of moxibustion from the upper management. In doing so, Yuki would have 'returned' the other grudges in some way. This is that kind of woman.

"It's hard for a colored man."

"I'm doing a colored man's sister, I'm harder, remember"

I laughed and said, that's what they gave me back.

sister. - Nevertheless, Sputnik and blood are not connected.

I knew him at a young age, and he's just on edge of saying he played well at the time. One time her parents were in the other world in an accident and were taken away by distant relatives, and then they didn't know what they were doing, but when he set himself up as a jeweler, he was coincidentally reunited at the Chamber of Commerce. It was a while before I met Crewe. Since then, I've had some help.

His head spins faster, and what he does is harder than he does. She's been like that for a long time, but I don't know why, but it seemed like she was playing a huge pull-in idea at the Chamber of Commerce. Perhaps it's because it's easier to do, but at first I thought it was someone else's empty resemblance, not to mention the fact that the name he's called is different from what he knows - the name "Yuki" was new when he went to his adopted son, and his adoptive parents gave it to him.

Yuki took up the cup and sipped the tea. It's not strange if it's poisoned, without any hesitation at all.

"Let's talk about work first."

Satisfied that your lips have moistened, Ni, laughs.

And she took some paperwork out of the file at hand.

"This, the requisition deposited and the model from the workshop. Yeah, baby ring."

One of the functions of the Chamber of Commerce is the intermediary function between the jeweler or designer and the workshop. When you have the jewellery you want to make, but it's difficult in terms of equipment, put detailed blueprints and instructions on it and send it to the Jewellery Chamber, a production request will flow to the workshop belonging to the Chamber of Commerce, and they will undertake the creation. Of course, a creation fee to the workshop, an intermediary fee to the Chamber of Commerce will be required, but the risk of having to work with a poor workshop and the chances of getting into a scam naming the workshop will be exceptionally reduced.

In the case of the Sputnik jewellery store, the equipment is perfect because there is a jewellery processing room, but it is not adequately staffed in any way. We can't let Krew, who has no skill or knowledge as a processor, do the inspection, and if he concentrates on production, he will leave her with all the other tasks necessary to run the store. That would be harsh on boulders. That's why I had decided to outsource it from some order.

What was offered was a requisition previously deposited with her by Sputnik and a model of a ring made on the basis of that requisition, as well as its completed form.

"Thank you. I'll take it home and get back to you"

"Yeah. Oh, and here's the design,"

Then she spread it on her desk was a copy of the necklace top drawing he ordered a while back. Instead of producing orders from customers (made to order), I just drew them in my personal hobby, but they were quite well done. He said he put a good price on it and kept it in line at the store, to the extent that the buyer got it right away.

"What's wrong with that"

"Yeah, he seems to like the workshop side a lot, because he wants mass production. The design fee payable to you and the commission (margin) payable to the Chamber of Commerce in the event of acceptance are -"

View the quotation presented. It was a number that was never bad.

If that was an excellent design for which the request was made, there are few offers from trade union officials or workshops that they would like to sell jewellery of the same design. Some craftsmen reluctantly refuse such offers, but in Sputnik's case, permission is granted for the most part, except for those that are of special interest to the customer - engagement rings, wedding rings, etc. - or if they are asked to do so at a point in a special order. And this time, it wasn't the same.

"I don't mind, do whatever you want. I'll take care of the process."

"Acknowledgement of the points. And this is the workshop, and I like your design. Most of the underwriters for your requests have been here lately. So, when I went to give you the paperwork in the meantime, I said," I'd officially hire you as a designer if I could. "They wanted me to tell them to think about it. - How about that?

"Designer, yeh......"

Arm up, keep your back on the couch and look at the ceiling.

I will try to create a distressing attitude, but it was decided from the beginning, such as answers.

"I like to think about design, but you hate staring at paper. The degree of hair growth in my hobby is easiest right now. The jeweler suits me."

"Copy that. Well, I thought you'd say that."

Write something down quickly on the material. The crumbling letter I want is her true handwriting. It's sweeter when you write in public, it becomes a girl mesmerized thing.

I wonder how many cats you're wearing. I think it would be hard to live this way of life cramped because I know her, brutally without hiding her true nature - but I laughed from what I had asked before and said, "You'll be the same." "The difference is whether the person wearing the cat is a customer or a colleague," he said.

She said this pompously without loosening her hand to slip the pen.

"So? Was the other day's 'gem' helpful, Master Sputnik"

Dear Sir, that salutation at the time of giving nature is nothing but teasing. Sputnik waves loose in front of his face to keep the smoke away.

It wasn't hard to recall which 'gem' Yuki refers to.

"Stop it, Yuki. - Thank you for letting me use it. It worked."

"I was also surprised by the mailman who jumped in in the evening out of breath, but I was also surprised by the content. I opened the letter, and I can't believe 'Tell me your hand against the wizard'. What the hell happened?

Sputnik shrugged as he put his arms together and took that gaze head-on.

"Whatever, Yuki, it's about you. I guess it's all checked out."

"Ugh, I know it has something to do with being a magic girl. I can't say anything because I don't know exactly how much information is being purchased. I want answers."

Tilt your little neck at the top. But the trick is also white. Hearing Yuki's cat stroke, Sputnik thinks.

Now, where should we talk from? And how far should we talk? - If I even told you who the magic girl is, would that wizard be mad at you for 'breaking a promise'?