For one thing, I told President Kelkel everything.
Something tells me to lend an employee. Nothing goes on without the president's permission.
It should be noted that it was not just a direct trial, but submitted in the form of a proposal, explaining it before the president.
Because I think that's society. There is no art in using maneuvers to cry down with love over and over again...
"- That concludes my presentation. It leads to the stimulation of highly competent employees… I wonder if there may be any positive aspects to the work…"
Because the reason is so specific, I gradually lose the momentum of my words. Sounds like you're saying where the weakness is......
"That's right ~. It sounds interesting, doesn't it?
smile and the president said.
"I went through - is that okay...?
I haven't even been able to point out any problems.
"Yes. It's still a mystery if it works, but it's not particularly dangerous, so it's okay. I don't think anyone's gonna get hurt."
Is the standard for OK injury or not?
Because it was too sweet, Gergel, who was playing with the ball, came this way.
"However, I haven't confirmed the opinions of individual employees yet. One. A little early to be happy One"
"Yeah, I know that too... More importantly, I'll have to get the other O.K."
There are many hurdles. But maybe this is what projects in the world are all about. When it comes to engaging people outside the company in particular, it's going to be hard as soon as possible.
But in conclusion, I managed.
The maneuver to hit the genius set in motion, at least as a maneuver.
Only God and the genius of the other side will know if we will succeed.
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When the chills were getting a lot better too.
Me and Seniors Farfistagna and Leda visited the workshop of the last kennel artisan, Mr. Bendrow.
Even so, it took me a while to get to the workshop because it was in a mountain that I couldn't say very well about the neighboring settlement...... Through the gate, we are about a hundred and fifty steps up the stone steps in the mountains from earlier, but we have yet to arrive.
"Far away...... But exercise is good for beauty...... Good luck...... Strive as a beautiful witch..."
"Senior Farfistagna, you were such a cool age..."
I don't think you're old enough to know how much exercise you're exercising, but you're magically doing something about it.
Me and Senior Farfistagna are about as good as they are physically, and they have snapped on stone steps.
Meanwhile, Senior Leda is just a prostitute, with a cool face. I'm not sweating one.
"Familiar. Awkward people trained in these places, too"
"Um, Senior Leda, I'm sorry I suggested a weird plan. Thank you too, Senior Farfistagna."
Nothing would have started if these two seniors hadn't allowed me to participate.
"No, no, that's not true. It would mean the last stubborn craftsman. Not bad as an article story. In particular, headlines like" First O "and" Last O "have an impact."
Senior Leda, you've come this far with the idea of a writer job. Especially not a problem though.
"I also thought the skill of sculpture might be ant to enhance the completeness of the 3D magic formation. Junior, you don't have to worry."
"I'm really happy to have a good senior."
Whether it's fun to be out in society or not, I feel like 80% of the company's relationships...
Regardless, my plan is to be an apprentice to Mr. Bendrow, a kennel artisan, and to join both seniors.
The two are not the same people who are only motivated. I've also gained tremendous skills, abilities, and, finally, seniors Leda's life-threatening experience.
If we let those people meet Mr. Bendrow, there could be a change in the minds of stubborn craftsmen as well.
Even if it didn't happen... I wonder if the two geniuses could steal Mr. Bendrow's technology.
Stealing in this case is just stealing in the case of "technology look and steal and remember," not really physically stealing something.
With more people with keratin skills and knowledge, we can get more craftsmen from there again!
And about five hundred steps up the stone stairs.
There were thick wooden gates like you would see in the temple, not the house......
On both sides of the gate is a statue of a musculoskeletal big man. He's a lot taller than me. Funny enough......
"This statue, probably a parquet using the Horn of the Sika. It's a complex combination."
Pale said Senior Farfistagna.
"What!? How much sea lions can you make after hunting…"
"You'll have a hundred heads to make one. No, more."
Seriously, I'm starting to feel like adding more craftsmen would be just the right suppression of the number of chicas.
Going around the gate, there was finally a workshop.
From the inside, I said, "Huh! Hmm!" I hear an obnoxious voice. It's no longer more a dojo than a workshop. It's just that the voice also noticed our footsteps, stopped.
Here comes an old man with a sharp eye, not just an old man. Even when it comes to old people, they just know that because they ask how old they are beforehand, and they look about fifty years old.
"Oh, not those of you who want to have a workshop experience."
I feel nervous like there are military men in the war.
This is definitely Mr. Bendrow.
"Yes! I'm from Necro Grant Black Magic. It's Franz! This is Farfistagna, and that's Leda. Hey, thanks for starting today!
I said it out loud because that's all these people seem to be muddled about when I blur in a small voice.
"Franz and I have a loud voice! Be quieter and talk!
"Yes..."
No, your voice was much louder...
"I didn't know anyone in this world still wanted to come to Washi's workshop. Most of them fled in less than an hour, so I thought they'd come out."
The opposite of what kind of teaching I was getting interested in......