"You're using the undead to do slave labor."
What!?
Pretty unexpected words returned.
"Tormey County has a sprawling desert, and the land is so cheap because it's inconvenient. So, that's where the big Necromancer of the guy got his eye. They build big factories where the land is cheap, they collect young bodies from all over the place, and they use them as a workforce."
Mr. Gabella shifted her gaze mocking herself into the chains of her feet.
"Look, because it's so chained that you can't get away with it right away like this. It's unscrupulous... Because of this, there was nothing fun about a labor system that didn't have a resurrection or a holiday."
"Whatever it takes is too much..."
The whole working environment has not yet been revealed from Mr Gabella's story, but it would also be natural for Celia to look harsh. Isn't that slavery as read in history books?
"Then why don't we just sabotage him with the undead?
Mary's usually cool for it. It's hard to tell, but you're quietly angry. I can see that because my cheeks are lightly applied with my fingers. When your emotions shake, you move just a little more.
"If everyone doesn't work, that necromancer can't make a profit, either, can he?
But Mr. Gabella shakes his neck to the side.
"You can't do that because the enemy is really a big Necromancer."
"Maybe you're threatening to wipe out your body or something?
Undead, too, as far as Mr. Garbera is concerned, is conscious, so he won't want to disappear.
"The other guy also looks into purple magic a lot, and he brainwashes those unmotivated undead with a spell that makes them think 'labor is the living thing'"
It's not the same direction I was thinking about, but it's hilarious!!!
"The kids with the curse" Labor is the Living "should be so tough, I've always smiled... Oh I didn't want to be...... I felt cold even though I didn't feel cold..."
"There's a part of purple magic that's really close to black magic, isn't there? I mean, there was some theory that purple magic was derived from black magic..."
"By the way, that spell on the eagle's forehead has the effect of a private language ban. It was posted because of bad behavior."
You're not even gonna let me chat at work! Too black!
"I couldn't even call for help while this was on, could I? So, fluttering, I've gotten away with this, but the undead just did their best..."
Also, Mr. Garbera smiles as thin as he has given up.
This is the look that people do when they are exhausted and can no longer fight.
I have strength to fight and to be angry. That won't even be possible if I'm really worn out.
And so the last remaining path was to escape.
"It's already a place where suicides are likely to come out..."
"I don't think there's one person over there who's never thought about dying. The eagle doesn't seem to leak into the example either. But you're undead, so you're not already heartbeat. You're not gonna die."
It's packed everywhere.
"It's undead, so there's no such thing as physical pain. I don't have any pain. At best, I'm using my flesh, so it's as dalliant as it gets. It's just that if you keep working, you're stuck in a sense of nothingness about what you exist for."
Is that how I would feel if I got a job with a company like shit, too?
Apparently, that company makes a variety of cheap and bad groceries. And he says he's wholesale it to a copper coin uniform shop that sells all sorts of things for one small piece of copper coin.
The undead know that what they're making is poor quality cheap, and they can't be proud of it, and they can't finally make good stuff because it's an unscrupulous environment. There's a vicious circle going on, but profits go, so this situation continues.
"I thought if I kept this up, my heart would be completely dead. No matter how much they make me work, I feel like I'm not going to question that. If that's what you want, let's go outside..."
"That choice, because it's the right one"
I accidentally reached out to Mr. Gabella.
"This is how Mr. Gabella reached this point. We'll see what we can do. I will never abandon you."
"You can't thank me for helping an undead eagle...?
"I'll help if I can thank you, because I've never decided not to help"
"That's the thing. Your husband is a very fine man."
Serria proudly tells me that.
"Women don't get a little sloppy, though."
Mary's words hurt my ears...... I'm not blind to cuteness this time. Mr. Gabella, she's so cute, though.
Scared, but Mr. Gabella shook my hand.
"Thanks."
Finally, I honestly felt like you laughed at me.
"But if it's dangerous to hide the eagle, then you can throw it away. I'm sorry to bother you all."
Mary flew over the table.
And I came before Mr. Gabella, and I decoped.
"It's forbidden to say such masochistic things. That's why I don't like this one either. By and large, he said he was annoyed enough at a time when he was going down the road without telling me. What do you care now? Too late."
"Ah... sorry..."
Mr. Gabella bowed her head.
Anyway, it means we fight no matter what kind of strong enemy we are.
"Well, I'd like to cook something to welcome Mr. Gabella this evening, but what do you have?
"It's undead. Why, you don't need anything. It doesn't even taste like it. Oh, because that's not self-inflicted right now!?
Undead is a more savvy existence than I imagined...
"Ma'am, I mean eat what everyone has made me. And the way you say Mr. Gabella, I'm restless, and can I ask you to call it off & tame mouth?
We accepted the offer unanimously.
"Instead, you can call it off."