The Skill Collector

"Welcome home, collector"

Back at the inn, the new clerk girl smiled gently at me.

The lean body came with meat compared to the one before, and you definitely look more attractive than you did back then.

"It's just now. Are you used to your work?

"Yes, thanks to you. The collector introduced me and I appreciate it. I haven't even gotten sick lately and the rice is delicious!

The former flower seller girl gave me a cheerful answer.

She helped out in the alley, then some flower girl who cared. I remember the innkeeper general blurring that she was understaffed and introduced this job to the present day.

Her hair, which was a blush, is now glossy, and she puts it together with a red ribbon. Her face, which was blue and white, looks better in blood, too.

"Sumire always talks about collectors."

A little face from behind her was this inn billboard daughter Ceiri. A woman with blonde, wavy hair and long eyelashes.

The style is impeccable and the uniform of the inn suits me well.

Few customers follow with their eyes the legs stretching out of their skirts and the swinging breasts. Sumire is also attractive enough, but Ceiri has a hua.

A little trick is also colourful and catches people's attention.

By the way, my age is unknown. I have an idea that I might be in my mid-twenties.

"No more, hey, don't say weird things. Mr. Chaili!"

"I'm sorry. I'm so cute on the fudge."

He pokes Sumire's puffy, swollen cheeks with pleasure.

Both the general and her daughter Cheiri are good people, so they seem to be doing it lazily.

The old lady praised Sumire for being "serious and working well", although she was my accent.

"Make fun of Sumire, that's about it. I asked the collector for a favor. You buy me skills for everything, don't you?

"Yes, the price will need to be discussed."

"Yeah, well, then I have the skills you want me to buy."

Pushing a woman's weapon on my body, it's dripping. It tickles me when I get my index finger around my chest.

I guess if a woman isn't immune, she's about to get upset, but now it is.

For once, let's pretend we're upset.

"Duh, what skills?

"Hey, Mr. Cheiri! Stay away from me! Mm-hmm."

Sumire, who interrupted between me and Chaili, is desperately trying to pull it off.

She looks like a little animal and is adorable.

"Ah, you're desperate and cute. No"

"Ugh, ugh!

Watching the two of them twitch soothes.

I can keep looking, but I decided to pinch my mouth because I couldn't get on with the conversation.

"Um, what can I do for you?

"I'm sorry, I was so busy loving you I almost forgot. You know, I've never been so well and sick in a long time."

"That's great."

I've checked my skills, but I also have level 8 'Health'. Some levels 5 are not associated with major illnesses, and colds are rare.

I have heard stories about the spread of the plague in one village and the only surviving boy with 'health' skills.

"Well, I owe it to my 'health' skills. So, I know it's a careless favor... but I want to try to get sick."

That's a hell of a request. I've never seen anyone want to get sick themselves.

When it came to illness, I remembered that Sumire had 'sick and weak' skills and turned a little gaze.

She looks at me with a complicated look. I've been struggling with poverty and sickness. Try it on her, it'll be an incredible favor.

"Does that mean you want me to buy away 'health' skills"

"Yeah, it is. Can't you?"

"It is possible… will you have trouble in the future? It's a blessing to have a healthy day without knowing you're sick."

Sumire nods over and over in my words.

There are mountains of people who want to be healthy, but for the first time in their lives, people who say they want to throw away their health.

"I mean it. I want to throw away my health, but I want to experience illness."

It's a hell of a favor, but the tone and attitude are serious in themselves, and there seems to be some deep reason.

"You're not joking, you're not saying it in a half-baked way"

"Yep. I can't move on once I'm sick...... You don't have to be seriously ill. Because I don't mind a cold."

Eyes that feel faith. "Psychology" also makes the decision that she is serious.

But why do you want to be sick?

Though serious, I'm not willing to buy it off if it's just the focus of interest of someone who's never been sick.

"Is the reason a simple curiosity about getting sick?

"Oh, I did. You didn't tell me exactly why. Besides what I do here, I'm a troupe member. It's a famous troupe, and I've only gotten a little bit of a role for a long time, but I got a big promotion in my next act. To the lead!"

Were you a troupe member? If you ask me, the living tongue is good and the words are easy to hear. The grandeur of standing up to it is also because it is forged on stage.

That's why I'm convinced you had 'acting' in your skills.

The appearance and style also stand out among the city's inhabitants. Sure, you're an actress.

"Congratulations."

"Isn't that amazing, Mr. Cheiri!

"Thank you, both of you. So, the part is... she's a beautiful girl. Born into a sick, poor family, tormented by illness, yet living every day without frustration. She's such a woman. But, you see, I've never been sick before, so the play there is a neck... without the seniors getting mad at me."

Sigh loudly, put your hand on your forehead and shake your head left or right.

He seemed quite troubled, and his flamboyant expression changed and his fatigue was all over him.

Isn't it just curiosity...... Sounds like a conclusion after a serious bother.

And then there's something to worry about. I know someone who sounds familiar with the role setup or has a similar situation.

When I look at someone who has too many verses in mind, Sumire seems to have become aware of them.

"I don't want to miss a generation of chances! I'm putting everything in this role. If they don't appreciate me in this role... I'm ready to retire. So, please!

Stuck on me in desperate shape, bowing my head deep.

Next door Sumire has also pleaded with her moist eyes, "Please from me," she said.

"Right. Then we'll buy it."

"Ho, really!

The face that has gained momentum looks radiant with joy.

"However, there is only one condition"

"Hey, what? Just want to set the actress free..."

Will you stop taking half a step back, holding your own shoulder and acting frightened?

Can you stop staring lightly with your half-eyes, Mr. Sumire?

"I wouldn't say that. I'd like to get tickets for the first stage. That's the condition."

"Pfft, happy!

Now we have a contract.

"So how can I get sick?

Tilt your little neck, even if they ask you that cutely......

I bought skills in her room and this is what I was told right after.

"Eh, it's getting cold, so if you wear it thin, don't you get a natural and cold?

It's not just me and Cheiri in the room, Sumire follows me because she's worried. Opinion speaks.... It would be wild to ask which one she's worried about.

"I see, you usually have a cold when you wear thin! I didn't realize you slept naked in the winter!

I'm surprised to see my hands together.

Didn't you seriously think of that, not a joke? Don't be afraid to be born 'healthy'.

"After the audition, everyone said they'd catch a cold if they didn't sweat immediately, or something, so that's why. Heh."

"'Health' skills are amazing..."

They are all together and impressed in a different way.

Then, she begins special training to catch a cold.

Spend your day in a single shirt with no sleeves, even though it's close to winter. After the audition, he went home as usual without wiping his sweat. As a result of relaxing naked even after the bath...... the next day I had a cold the way I wanted.

"Heck! Heck...... Bushu!

Chaili's face wiping the dripping snot with a cloth is red due to heat.

I'm here to see you alone. Sumire also wanted to come, but when she had a cold, the general would get mad at her, so she weighed herself in.

Even so, because the Billboard Daughter, a valuable force of war, is lacking.

"What do you think, what do you think of the cold? And this is a sympathy."

Place the stuffed fruit in the cage on the desk.

"Abbi Boo"

I don't reply with my nose scratched.

Unlike the way you can always afford to watch, you're defenseless and common now.

Even though he preferred highly exposed personal clothes, he wraps mufflers around his neck instead of just thick sleeping clothes. I guess the cold is terrible.

"I'm sorry. No makeup, no pity."

"No, I personally prefer to feel natural right now."

When I mouth my honest thoughts, I open my eyes with a Kyotong face.

I don't think that's surprising.

"That's what you tell Sumire. Because even if I know flattery, it's a pleasure. Uh, it's not... it's so hard to get sick"

"Right. Is it going to be a fattening of the arts?

"Yeah...... If I hadn't been through it, I don't think I would have known the pain of the disease. You're losing your body and you're not motivated to do anything. To be honest, I've been looking down on people who rest because they have a cold. It's sweet."

Is the painful look the spiciness of the cold, or is it the regret of looking at myself so far?

Hands on the reddish cheeks and the other hand closed or opened look spicy but somewhere fun.

"Swadroli acted healthy, even in such a difficult state, and you worked pretending to be healthy. I know now that my play is just on the upper side, and my performer teacher pissed me off."

Swaddleri seems to be the name of the girl who plays the lead role this time.

Let's look forward to the real play because it seemed like it would have been handy for her.

"Take care, then. Rest is paramount."

When I tried to go home because my purpose had been reached, Cheiri grabbed the sleeve of my clothes.

Reddish cheeks and moist eyes. Sweaty, sticky bedding glosses on my skin.

A weak girlfriend, shaken by her desire for asylum, stares up at me and slowly opens her mouth.

"I know it would be annoying if I told you this. But can you do me a favor?

I'm staring at you, a hot exhale reaches my cheek.

Keep your mouth close to your ear......

"Let me buy back 'Health'"

Right?

I have a bad cold this time, so if I stay like this, I'll be asleep for nearly two weeks.

If I can't even get into practice where I know what the lead feels like, they'll drop me off.

I was worried you were thinking that far, but this och?

"If you don't heal quickly, you're screwed with everything! So please, I'll do anything! Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!

"Okay, okay, so don't rub your nose on your clothes"

Push her wet with tears and runny nose and bring 'health' skills back to her.

I was able to read this development, so I'll give you the medicine I had prepared in advance as well. The effect is guaranteed because it is a medicine fried utilizing "medicine", "pharmacy" and "precision operation".

I think it will be better tomorrow if I match it with the 'health' I put back in.

"Pfft, I'm alive for this one."

Chaili, who poured powder into it with water, says something like drinking.

When I fell asleep in bed as it seemed just a little easier, I lifted my blanket to my mouth and stared at me. I hear you said something.

"It sucks when you're tender when you're sick and weak, maybe you can tell a little"

Normally it was the size of an inaudible voice, but I'm in the process of activating 'Listening Ears' in my usual habits, so I could hear it perfectly.

... Let's just say we didn't ask. Before the strange air fills the room, let's get out of the way.

"If you could buy skills that would make you better at playing Dance or Live Tongue, would you like to buy Mr. Cheiri?

"Ugh, hmm. That's pretty fascinating... but you still want to do something with your strength, don't you? Oh, I'm not denying my birth skills. I've had a lot of help with 'health' so far, too. But, you know, I want to work hard on my own skills and roles."

On my own merit......? I know exactly how that feels. I just know a man who pierced his own path.

"It couldn't be helped by my efforts to get sick, so I asked for it."

Cheiri scratching her head in embarrassment with Polypoli.

She could eventually become a famous actress all over the world.

"I'll be there for you. Signature I need to get it now."

"Do I write? Do you want to write?"

Give her the notebook she uses in business.

I guess you didn't think I was serious. Confused, he wrote his autograph down firmly.

I'm not kidding, this signature could be worth it any minute.

I carefully returned the notebook I received to my nostalgia, concealing my surprise that the 'acting' skills in my head had risen by two in the past two days.