The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Sputnik doesn't know about when he was an active jeweler. Because Sputnik made the jeweler a business, and when he found out about this jewellery chamber, he already reigned as the apex (top) there.

The fact that he was a trusted jeweler from a customer, that he worked for a workshop in a time, that the accessories he made himself sold to fly, no matter how much value he put on them, and, above all, that he created this meeting, a jeweler's mutual aid organization, which grew to this point in just one generation - those faces were not seen directly by Sputnik, but were all heard by people who knew the time.

I just didn't think Sputnik would have that story as a law of old age when I started and heard it from someone in the martial arts tradition of his active life. That's all his presence was big within the current Chamber of Commerce, and that's why he was someone he didn't want to relate to if he could do it for Sputnik.

But now, in front of him, he's looking down at Sputnik.

Three white eyes penetrating to the bottom of his belly said to Sputnik.

"Looks like a disaster. Above all."

"Thanks to you"

Sputnik, answering the stereotype, was glad to leave Crewe in the room, sincerely. Though my voice is the one that hasn't trembled, it's my cheeks that are drawn to me because I've also figured it out very well without a mirror. Look at him like that. Is that funny and laughing or "Don't bully Mr. Sputnik!" and swell your cheeks - either way, it's not going to be terribly funny.

I don't have a special conscience that hurts, but I have a belly that I don't want to be explored. Sputnik listened to him as he kept his eyes closed.

"How's the economy?"

"Right, well, it's not bad. It's a border like Liafiat City, but there are no other shops or visitors from a long time ago, and thanks to you, we can do business that's not bad."

"You've had a lot of regular customers for a long time. It's a good collection."

"I'm afraid."

"Does that sound like a compliment to you"

He told me to stab him in the nail and his own lips shivered with a tingle.

Krulol knew exactly how to do Sputnik's 'business'. Although it was only now that he had a base and had a stable income that he no longer did so to increase the number of customers with such an M.O., his method of appropriately plunging bourgeois women into buying things was his eighteenth, and naturally, this man did not have a good idea of Sputnik's such rowdy way of doing business.

Go home.

Lie down, bathe his gaze solemnly, and I think it stings. I want to throw away all my later plans and have a quiet, savory drink alone. I feel like I was promising to have dinner with that, and then I feel like I was promising to have a drink with that woman, but do you mind? There are all kinds of liquor stores in this city, and once you stop going back to the inn, after wandering off in a different liquor store than you promised, even women buy it and make sure you get the right lodging--

"I don't know what you're up to with my adopted daughter."

Unexpectedly, Kruelol said in a low voice.

Musume. He has a wife who has been with him for years, but he didn't benefit from the baby. Instead, he said he adopted one daughter who was not close to him.

The daughter, like her father, was currently enrolled in the Jewellery Chamber of Commerce as an official. The personality is slightly passive in the drawn-in idea, but the work done for it is accurate in a few respects and very good. - Sputnik knew who that 'daughter' and they were talking about, which is appreciated within the Chamber of Commerce.

"There's no such thing as extinction to plan. No, I have an old edge, and even if I don't, she's very smart, so it's gonna be a lot sweeter."

With a grin all shaped, let him shake his cover and try to answer.

It was this (one) president of the Chamber of Commerce who gave that woman the name of 'Yuki'. No, I don't even know which of the couple thought of the name, but it was undisputed that he raised her as his adopted son and is now her guardian again.

However, I don't know Sputnik until whether that woman was adopted by him as a result of some measure and execution by Yuki the young man, or just by chance. From what I've heard, that woman wouldn't honestly talk about it.

Once you close your mouth, you need a lot of mental strength to open it again. Because he knew that, Sputnik continued his words with his mouth moving.

"To me, Mr. Yuki is a very dependable person. Ah, but as for Mr. Kruelol, it's still uncomfortable that his precious only daughter is friends with a gemstone dealer."

"My concern is"

But.

The effort also seemed to be a waste of effort. With just one word he releases, Sputnik's mouth is blocked by one horizontal letter, and his throat loses the word as strangled.

Before Sputnik, who stopped talking about anything, he continued unchanged.

"It's just that you're going to defile the title of a jeweler."

Crew lol's gaze moves and sees somewhat lower. After following his gaze, and knowing where it reflected, he finally realized that he had turned his right hand behind his back without his knowledge. And the hand is holding the handles of the bag - I handled a set of other documents I received from Yuki, that bag.

I had it to hide. I rush it back down to the side of my body. It was unfortunately only after I had already done so that I realized that the behavior was even unnatural.

He never pursued his actions and the contents of the bag. Although.

"Don't cause problems. When I denigrate my name, I will punish you immediately."

The big, thick, scratchy fingers on the crew lol. Reminds me of the craftsman. That reaches Sputnik's eye with another meaning.

Slowly drop your eyelids and get rid of all things from your sight.

Exhaling thinly and long, Sputnik offered him a deep thank you.

"... awe-inspiring"

I don't know how he took that word. I wouldn't have recognized your sincere loyalty.

But I had nothing more to say about my adopted daughter (Musume) and Sputnik's 'problem'. Looking down silently at Sputnik who answered for a while, Hung, and exhaling briefly, he exhales again a voice that echoes from the bottom of the earth. The voice, however, sounded spoutnik, as it was somewhat weighted down.

"It's just one piece of advice. You should be careful, too."

"What?"

"I've heard a lot about scams that trick jewelers lately"

"Scam......, is it"

There was no information matching that in Sputnik's memory, so what he answered became a natural and vague reply.

The city of Riafiat is almost the exclusive market of Sputnik, and neither are the merchants who would like to enter again. Seeing the jewellery store's management on track, then some jewellers came to me, but all left on their own without Sputnik having to lay hands on them. I didn't have to know when I was a traveling merchant, and now I have no one to call a merchant enemy. I don't think I've been imitating this lately. - Probably.

Just still, I can't wait to be misunderstood. Tell him to push it just in case.

It's not me.

"I know."

From the gaze that could be directed, the killer had already vanished. "You won't 'fool' the jeweler in the first place," he tells you, shuddering. Surely I am an authentic jeweler. Although some of the products handled are slightly different from normal suppliers.

Then I realize that the wrinkles between my eyebrows are getting deeper and deeper.

"What do you mean?

"Neither have I received any detailed explanations..."

and at the same time as he was about to say.

"So I told you to do something about it.

From across the hallway, I heard a yell.

Then there's a guttan and a noisy noise. A short scream of a woman followed it.

Crew lol looks at you. And Sputnik's gaze.

"Reception, is it?"

"What happened?"

I don't move one eyebrow, I just let a little bit of surprising color seep into the edge of my voice.

- That moment of crew lol's distraction was closer to a sense of crisis: "If you miss this, the exit will never come again" rather than an opportunity.

Speak early, say.

"The Chamber of Commerce seems to be very busy. Now that I've done my job, I'll do it."

Folding his hips for a brief example, Sputnik turned behind the hallway. If we get out of the front door, we'll go bowl to bowl with who the noise is, and that's what we thought we were gonna do when we headed to the back door.

There was no point in that decision. Sputnik trying to go aside with the sleaze, but he won't miss his hand.

He grabbed Sputnik's right arm disappointingly. And

"You come too."

"Yes, no, you know. With all due respect, I have plans after this."

I say it as they take me halfway around, but this guy won't listen to me for Sputnik's convenience or anything. "You're going to drink with our daughter anyway," Sputnik sighed uncommonly, tear-mingled, even discerning the contents of "The Appointment".

- Go home.