The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"That's why I just got out of charge, Olah!

As expected.

When Sputnik and Krulol came to the entrance, there was one man who could be outraged at the receptionist.

The receptionist said, "I will call the person in charge right now," it is calm to mouth and behave as per the instructions (manual), but the cheeks are faded and painful.

I'm sure the guard will be here soon, though, because I was wrong with the staff going back early enough. We won't have to do anything ourselves, so optimistic Sputnik spoke to the chief executive officer of the Chamber of Commerce (Kroolol) who is similarly watching the trend next door.

"Mr. Kruelol. I'm here for you."

"Just oiling the fire where I went"

You're serious, but you said so. Point your gaze at Sputnik. No way, Sputnik glanced over his shoulder and showed him.

"I mean, Mr. Kruelol, why are you in the branch (here) today in the first place?"

"Branch inspection. Yesterday and today. I didn't see any particular problem, so I planned to pull it up already this time."

"... is it Master Left"

It's something that happened to come at a bad time - I thought, but if you think about it, it was that woman who designated today. Although, I called it in because I didn't want to see my adoptive father (Chi Oya), who became an adult, and not because I didn't want to be involved, rather than because of the blindfold of 'wrongdoing'. From Sputnik's perspective, it does not mean that their parent-child friendship is extraordinarily unfriendly. but maybe this guy sees through the nature of that woman. As for her spending time at the Chamber of Commerce, it's pretty hard to do.

With that in mind, the man's face accidentally turned this way.

"What are you looking at, Olah!

And naturally, I raise my voice to the third party I find.

The receptionist's gaze moves as he seeks salvation - and beyond, he finds someone who knows him well. The receptionist called the person to speak up.

"Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce!

- Idiot!

Sputnik curses the misdemeanor of the receptionist, only in his heart.

Since I've spoken to you, I think I've noticed. hold his mouth all the time but it's too late and the man's eyes focus on crew lol just when he knows what prey to aim for. Slightly with his big crotch, he walked toward us.

It is not an easy but good attitude as a society to see a business partner's superior stuck next to him by an unidentified man. Sputnik sighed and stepped out in front of Kroolol.

"Shall I have it? Bag"

"Fine."

Low voices hung from the back are words that are not caring, but must be based on predictions that the contents are 'not decent'. That's why I don't move one eyebrow. I give it back, and I look straight at the mysterious man walking over here.

The man also looked uncomfortable at Sputnik, who stood up.

"It's Ng, Temee. Retreat."

"Oh... I'll go in there. The receptionist seemed to have more trouble, so if you don't mind, we'll talk about it in a calm place."

Hey Cora, who gave you permission to handle things at someone else's (one) place of work (Shima)? Temee - just in front of you, switch to the right place, say hello while you float a loving laugh, etc.

But did the man think of the hesitation, even that which came from fright? Face Sputnik,

"Rushee, you can't go back there, you can't go to Temee!

And.

That moment when the man's right hand twisted up Sputnik's chest was a signal.

It's self-defense.

I whine a word like a precaution, and then - not to a man. Turn around behind you - Sputnik frowned and glanced at the man strongly.

Besides, I'm not sure if the man was frightened. Faster than the man reacted to Sputnik's change, he grabbed the inside of the man's right elbow and pushed hard outside with his left hand. The next time I grab my chest from this one where my posture is shaken, I pull it in, and hit him in the head with the corner of the bag, the man screams briefly.

I will not condone it. Keep it up. Grab both arms of the man quickly and let him turn to his back. Keep pushing him down to the floor, and he'll be a horseback rider. I wonder if it would be a little quiet if I cut even the tendon of my leg of a man who would bump his legs in a noise, but if I did that, I would be told boulders would overdefend me. This has been the case in some cases and times, but the minutes are also poor at the glamorous Chamber of Commerce entrance (place).

So instead. - I'll shake your heels up and drop them on the man's head. It didn't come true to put the weight on the man's back because he was putting his ass on it, only his leg muscle strength released it. That was it, but it seemed to have worked quite well, and the annoyed man's leg became instantly quiet.

Eyes in the eyes, feet in the legs. I forgot if there was such a thing, but it seemed like you listened to the physical persuasion, above all.

At that time, fu.

"Hmm?"

I felt like someone had called my name, and Sputnik looked up. There were already many wild horses around. Maybe there's someone in there who knows about Sputnik, but locally - on a man, to be exact - I'm not sure from the sitting position.

So I give up looking for that acquaintance and see the man again. I thought I might have passed out, but my eyes were over my shoulder, watching Sputnik properly. His pupils aren't open, and he seems conscious. It also seems to contain a somewhat frightening color, but it deserves it.

"What are you going to do, wrinkle people around? I'm charging you for laundry, Ola."

"Hih..."

Tighten your arms and gaze at the man for a moment. But when I got back on track, I screamed like I was reopening.

"Oh, I'm, I'm a victim! I'm the victim you guys tricked me into!

"Huh?

What a rare man to say. Did I punch you in the head too much?

"What are you talking about? You're the one who put your hand on me first."

No one is busy with someone stepping back and claiming his own victimhood - no, not backwards, but by analogy. From my experience as a merchant, that was clear.

If this happens, would it be better to let him faint and shut up, without having to listen to waste, and save him the hassle of taking them? I think so, and Sputnik shakes his legs up again, though.

"Stop it, Sputnik"

A low voice stopped him. My body stops moving reflexively, without having to think about whose it belongs.

Now it's like a dog connected to a lead. He looked back and looked up at the Lord of his voice, remembering the thought of a revulsion on his own collar stained to the marrow of his bone.

"Why. Better take less trouble."

"No. Maybe..."

That's when, finally.

Butterflies, and hasty footsteps, finally find out that the guard is here. "You have room for rethinking your security maneuvers," Kruelol muttered.

Three men in security uniforms. Mindful that the restraint cannot be lifted, Sputnik turns it over to them. "I appreciate your cooperation," they said, standing up with both arms of a man.

Then again, the man starts rambling badly at birth. "I'm the victim!," he exclaimed.

Regardless, security, etc. won't try to answer that.

Two more men emerged from the back of the hallway while doing so. This is the clerk from the outfit. You came after a report of an anomaly, and when you admit what Kruelol looks like, you rush over like you're in a panic.

"Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce! Are you hurt?"

"No. - Hey, wait a minute to take that guy"

It was probably his men who led Krulol through himself. The answer was terribly unsatisfactory, even though it would be much closer than Sputnik's. The ordered guard keeps both sides of the man in his arms and turns to the crew lol.

Crew Lol had those sharp triple-white eyes and looked at the man he was holding.

"Have you been scammed by a jeweler"

"... yes"

The answer was, groaning, asking how this one came out.

Neither Sputnik nor Security wait for Kroolol's continued words without even being able to move the example man.

It didn't take as long before his' decision 'was made. Crew lol's, only eyes move slowly to see Sputnik.

Something, and still just asking with his gaze, Kruelol said:

"Sputnik. Listen to that story."

"Huh?"

Then I raised my bare voice.

"Do something about it. I'll lend you my 'katana'."

"I don't like it. Why me?"

One person returns to vegetarian proposition.

Ft. Korogatana. It was easy to imagine what you meant. Sure, it would be convenient to use that one - but.

Sputnik frowns. Either way, I am not part of Kruelol's crew. They imitated the idea of securing a mysterious man, etc. by being attached to the darkness behind each other, but this is not what a jeweler should do. Not to mention fraud? I wonder why the Chamber of Commerce needs to do it anyway, such as wiping the butts of sins committed by their peers.

I can't stand the discontent and try to protest, though.

"Can't you hear my favor?"

Crew lol even spotted that. It was discerning, and measures to combat it had already been put in place. His gaze slowly moves to guide Sputnik. Follow it and see...

I sighed.

Nothing else, to add or subtract your own idiocy.

It was one of Kruelol's men who was there. When he stares, he rounds his eyes in surprise, and then clasps his neck in fright. But it wasn't exactly to him that I learned to be frustrated. against that which is in his hand. Or to your own scattered attention.

Yeah. Sure, I let it go. In the middle of securing a man who resists, in the way he wants to.

"Well. What do we do?

I don't care what you do, I don't care what you do.

Truly, this father and daughter does not give people the right to choose. Sputnik abandoned his men as they grudgingly glanced at the bag containing the example documents.

"... one room for reception. I'll borrow it."

Crew Lol moved his jaw gently, "Give it to him," he said. I don't suppose your men are aware of the contents, it looks suspicious, and I give them the bag. Sputnik took it, trying to take it away.

"We need to review the inspection items. Affairs, security."

A grin seeped uncommonly at the end of Crew Lol's mouth that said so.