The police.
In the room he was put through, Crewe was stunned and rebuffed by what the carriage renter had said.
Police. Crewe knew that anyone who did anything wrong would be taken by the police and put in jail. The truth is, I didn't do anything wrong with myself, but I knew some of them would be caught guilty of innocence - that's what I read in the story.
And after you go to jail, you have to spend every day there with other scary criminals for years and years. It was Sputnik with his face in his face who once said "the rice is also mad" about the place.... I don't know why he knows that, but with so many scary people anyway, you have to eat non-tasty rice and live all the time.
"... but"
It's all my fault for acting shallow. Running away from home is a bad thing, trying to use gems for bad things, so we hit it.
Tea and cookies in front of me - the lady clerk earlier brought me "if you like," but when I thought this was my last meal, I wasn't really willing to put my hands on it - were distorted and Crewe rubbed his eyes with both hands.
It's okay. I used to be in worse places. Compared to that, prison is no big deal. The prison was in the book saying that if I worked hard, did my job right, and served my sentence, I would come out again. It's okay, it may take some time, but I can come back here again.
Yes, let's write a letter to Sputnik between jobs so that we won't be forgotten if we get far away. I just bought a bunch of extra chick's notes, and there's still plenty in the room.
Think that far, and realize that, yes.
What should I do with the jewels I spit out while I was in jail? There is also a limit to having it hidden from the bad people in jail and officials. If a bad guy finds out, it's another two dances sometime. If so, mix it in a letter, sneak it up... I just thought about it, and even more, I notice.
Sputnik may marry his fiancée while Crewe is in jail.
The moment I thought of that, well, the heat pulled out of Crewe's head. Yes, I just sent out a letter, and if a letter from a bad boy doesn't get along well, you might not get it. There may be no more places for bad boys like going to jail.
Not to mention the spit out jewels of bad kids.
... fiancée.
It helps Krew and reminds him of the face of a smiling fantion. I looked like a goddess of salvation then. That, now, I can only remember it as something to look down on Crewe, and I just can't help but hate him.
If it weren't for that guy then, I wouldn't have been in this city by now...... I can't believe I would have such thoughts about someone who was supposed to be a benefactor. What a terrible child I am.
Terrible kids can't help but go to jail and be alone.
"Ku is..."
The squeaky name was trembling - I realized the emotions that were coming in, at that moment.
I felt the voice of someone who might never see me again could be heard across the door.
In conclusion, "Fourth Honesty" and the like did not actually happen without.
It was the police officer nuts that came knocking at the door. I'm a cop, but when I answered the nut that said, "I know, baba. I finally got bogged down," I started getting angry, so I was going to have some rude time, but aside from that.
Said a call came from a rental carriage parlor saying, "I'm protecting the jewelry store employees because they were lost, I want them to come pick them up". So I came to Sputnik, my guardian, to request an identity underwriting, he said. - Damn, make it go to work.
"Here it is," a gently laughing female clerk led me to the back of the store. By the way, a horse shop is set up next to the store, but I don't feel the creature smell of how it's getting air in.
Well, my selfish daughter wondered if she was in this, when she did her gaze at the door again.
Suddenly, as if waiting for him, the door opened.
It wasn't the gift of training that didn't raise my voice to surprise, it was simply because I couldn't afford to raise my voice. It was a miracle that the door just plundered Sputnik's, nose tip. If we were to take even half a step further, our cheeks would have been stretched out thoughtfully.
Something and a few steps back. Holding the knob on the open door and repeatedly breathing rough was the tiny tiny of chestnut hair. Is it because of the tears or are you excited about something that even the tinted eyes look bigger than usual?
Interrupted in a rough breath, she called his name.
"Su, pu, and garlic..."
"Hey. That's an odd encounter, huh?
I will gently raise my hand and lean my neck and say hello to him to make it brown.
Krew, who apparently failed to rank up from the Stalker Reserve to runaways and ended up settling into strays, caught just a little head when he admitted Sputnik's appearance. He opened his eyes and was slowly lifting his lower lip, but eventually began to blur and shed tears.
"Su, Mr. Sputnik, wow, me, you, you, you, you, you."
"Ouch?... in prison? What?"
"At the very least, just take the letter, Higu."
"Damn, you flew to a thought that doesn't make any sense again - you filthy bastard!
Running over with a runny nose, grabbing Crewe's head trying to hold him and keeping him away from it any closer. but Sputnik's rejection seems to have caused further shock to her mind. Shout as you stick your hands forward.
"Ku's, Ku's hands have been soiled by sin."
"I'm physically dirty about who's talking metaphor... oh, shit. Here."
As she gently bends down and gazes, she takes the handkerchief out of her pocket, wipes her eyes, cheeks, jaws, and finally hits her nose. Buh, and sniffing at the handkerchief's owner in a completely reluctant manner, Crewe seemed somewhat calm.
And then you do it yourself, and I give you a handkerchief. of a damp man with his own tears and snot. Clew looked up at Sputnik as he squeezed it with both hands.
"Take this handkerchief, please, as a cu, last, last treat"
"Last? I don't know, n cheap stuff, I'll tell you how much if you want it. But first, I'll go home and do the laundry. - Excuse me, my employees are bothering you."
"Hung."
Make a proper sales smile and say hello to the old man who just showed up from the separate room. Sputnik knew that the little old man who poked this wand was the owner of the carriage rental. Old but sharp eyes, his mouth is always tied to one letter against the other.
and. When I heard his voice, as frightened for some reason, Crewe's spine stretched. But he keeps blurring in a way that doesn't mean anything like that.
"Keep your employees well educated."
"Education?"
Did I even tell you about the idea of running away? So you got mad at me or something?
But from the look of the extremely blue crew, that doesn't seem to be the case either. He grabbed Sputnik's arm and shook his neck wide left and right.
"Chi... um... ku, ku, oh, yum, want... but, oh, money, not enough, so, that, that, this"
Once in his pocket, the hand he pulls out is fisted. Apparently he's holding onto something. Wondering, she let that fist open in front of Sputnik.
On the palm of my hand is one green gem. The surface is slightly cloudy because Crewe's hands are sweaty, not scratched. That looked the same as she spit it out on Sputnik's back last night. Similar to Emerald, but possibly Green Garnet. You'll know the exact thing if you appraise it, but what matters now is not the true value of the gem.
In other words, as the cost of the carriage, did you offer this instead of gold? However,
"... but then, no, no, no, no"
"You stole it from your store, didn't you? It."
"Nooooooooooooo"
Cheng Cheng. The point went to everything that Crewe was crying with a look like the end of the world, saying he was in jail.
Sputnik immediately found out it was the usual spit out, but others don't know such circumstances. The owner of the carriage renter probably thought that Crewe worked burglary from the store. And he said he said something to her.
Crewe, too, should have appropriately given it to him by the store owner, but I'm sure he couldn't. I don't like to lie aggressively about this - no. I don't like lying, even if I'm not aggressive.
Scared, frightened, puffy shivering It's a lot of fun to watch this every time, but as the owner of one store, it's not funny to get the impression that an employee is a thief.
I wasn't planning on using that one here, but the numbers are probably there. It arrived at the right time, and it sounds good.
Sputnik smiled and showed it.
"Ah. If that's the case, I'm sorry. Is this it?"
And out of my pocket, let me try to take something out.
Something - it's like a stiff, gemstone, wrapped in transparent cellophane. What I took out happened to be very similar green to Crewe's grip on it.
Grab and pull both ends of the twisted and spelled cellophane. And
Open your mouth.
"Huh?
Instruct Krew, who was watching the trend. Sputnik threw that 'gem' into his confused but open mouth as he commanded.
When Krew closed his mouth, he moved his cheeks with his thighs. The suspicious face eventually turns to surprise. When Krew found out who Sputnik had brought the 'gem', he closed his eyes tightly and put his hands on his cheeks.
"Melon."
"Is it melon?"
I didn't taste it, so I didn't know that far. Will it vary depending on the colour?
Carriage renter owner frowns.
"What, that's"
"It's candy balls. An employee of the Jewellery Chamber sent it to our employee, and it looks a lot like jewellery, doesn't it? I want to like that. That's okay, but thank you. It's a gem. I have a habit of handing it out."
Yuki sent me along with a thank you note for the accessories were colorful candy balls in the shape of jewels. She launched it as a new one at the Finetica's Western confectionery store, and she said, 'Gems that aren't weird even if they're in your mouth, I was wondering if they could be used for something'.
"annoying"
"My supervision is poor, and I have no words to give back. I thought about the kid and left him, but it wasn't good. I'm very sorry for your loss."
"Hung."
He turned his back. Can we talk about this now?
"Excuse me, my man," he put a word or two apology to the female clerk, who bowed his head like he was in trouble, and then Sputnik looked down at Crewe, who had not kept up with the change of circumstances.
"Okay, I'm going home, Coo."
"Oh, uh, um... uh"
She said this strangely when she looked around to get lost and found that there was no one to blame for her though.
"Kamushi, ha"
"You want in?
When I asked him back, he shook his head to the left and right so that his neck seemed to lift. My little hands are holding Sputnik's shirt down disappointingly.
"I'm asking for a store number, and if you're not going home, I'm going home first. Or what, you're not done for?
Ask without breaking your usual tone.
And she answered with a mosquito ringing voice.
"... I'm leaving"
That was a short run.
And I gave him a break to put it into words.