Tilea’s Worries

"Ho, ho!

The Villain Warrant lady stares at me, coughing.

It looks salty and painful. I guess this is a little too much, even though I'm a sexual villain lady with a villain warrant. Because of perverted (Nielsen) diagonal behavior.

Hmm. I tolerated violence because I had blood on my head, too. Honestly, I know she's a student, but she's just a kid. Maybe I have to grow up to be an older and more social person.

"Ta, is there a towel?

I'll say I'm a little sorry.

"Ho, ho, ha, ha, kill! I'll kill you! I'll kill you till the seventh generation! This wasp, the great nobleman, the common man! You filthy bloodsucker, you inferior species. Ah!

Yeah, I'm not reflecting. On the contrary, it is still a discriminationist murmur. This is apparently going to need some rough treatment. I will break the aristocracy that is becoming a heavenly dog.

"Mu, in the square. There's a fountain."

"Heh."

"Have your head chilled for a second"

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Mu just guessed my intentions. I took the villain's warrant and went outside. On the way, the villain warrant lady broke out, but no problem because the mu is holding it back disappointingly. It's carrying me smoothly.

Hehe, it's full of salt, and it's just fine, right? I want that vile discriminationism washed away with salt.

I'm satisfied and trying to get back into the kitchen, I bump into a trick and something.

There's something at your feet...... Aah! Yes, it was.

What are we gonna do about the villain warrant ladies?

What I bumped into on foot were the knockout surroundings in the store. If these guys don't do something about it, it's a huge nuisance when our customers get here. Should we throw these guys in the fountain, too?

No, just where you're passing out. That's livestock business. I guess it's best to keep it near the fountain.

Let the legions carry around the villain warrant lady. There was just a bigger carrier, so it'll be fine.

And then...

It's in this salty shop. We need to clean up.

There was an absurd amount of salt scattered on the floor. Because I smashed it all over for a bag. a significant amount.

Cleaning up is bone too. I look at that scattered salt like a jerk. The salt was brilliantly glowing in the light.

Yeah, that's superior salt. No body.

Hmm!? Isn't this gem salt?

I take a pinch of salt scattered all over the floor and lick it with my tongue.

Or still......

It is real. A true gem salt.

Are you out of your mind, pervert? Salt of treasure balls (gem salt) is a super premium seasoning. But a spoonful of salt and gold will be traded for the same value. I can easily beat that up. There's something wrong with money.

Well, if you're going to say that, Ol can't even put it in the safe, and it's a problem where he puts the pong around it?

These guys really don't know the value of things.

Ugh, no body. No body.

I'll collect a little salt in the store.

"Dear Tyrea, what are you doing?

"Look, I don't know! Collect it, collect it! No salt."

"Please don't. There is no need for Master Tyrea to be picked up for falling to such a place. I'll buy as much as I want."

"It's that easy to say, how expensive is this... Huh!?"

Oh, what am I doing...

Pervert (Nielsen) is right. Can we give the customers what fell to the ground? It doesn't matter because it's expensive. This is about being a cook. Providing the best service to customers. No matter how much gold and the salt of equal value, what falls is what falls. It's not hygienic either.

"Neil, you're right."

"Ha. It was an offer."

"Yeah, you said it well. I'm glad you're professionally conscious too."

"I'm afraid."

"Well, shall I place an extra order of salt"

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"Did you still have the funds to run the store?

"No, there isn't. I'll have Ortizio throw out the money soon."

"Ugh. Oh, well. It's painful to make Orr spend any more..."

"Ha ha. Dear Tyrea, you don't have to worry about him. Ortizio makes you work like a carriage horse. No problem."

As always, the wind to the ol' is strong. But it is also certain that the only way to raise money is in Orr. In the meantime, we'll have to borrow from Orr again.

Ugh, the store deficit is about to swell again.

It's okay. You just have to rewind, rewind, Tyrea.

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"Oh, oh, you, like this, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho... just think you can... ho, ho, ho"

Painful. The salt goes into the trachea and the seki doesn't stop.

Ha, ha, why is the wasp in such an eye...

Instead of asking for the opinions of the unusable surroundings. I never thought I'd be humiliated like this.

Salt everywhere......

Carefully groomed, proud hair is messed up with salt too. The uniform you made your clothes dealer make is also white. He wants me to smash the image of a noble wasp.

No way, I didn't expect you to salt me.

It is a well-known fact that salt is expensive. Besides, the salt I've been spraying is of a special quality. There is no mistake in the waxy tongue that is a gastronomer.

Judging from the use of such superior salt at all costs. This blonde idiot daughter seems to have quite a patron.

Are you some rich nobleman's mistress?

Yeah, it's a filthy, common folk thing.

The wasp stares with a whispering eye.

And I smashed my mind, my mind, on my blonde daughter. He gave an enthusiastic explanation of how humble the origins were and how honorable the blood of the wax was.

The blonde daughter seems to be trembling in anger with her crocodile.

And......

"Mu, in the square. There's a fountain."

"Heh."

"Have your head chilled for a second"

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Become!? Are you telling me you're going to slap the wasp into the fountain?

My blonde daughter has been making terrible remarks.

I don't believe it. Nobility, no royal itch, has so far openly licked and imitated the wasp.

A man told me to mu, forcing me to hold a wasp.

"Oh, you, stop. I know who the wasp is! You'll regret licking the Elizabeth family."

Threaten him with his ear full of voices. But the threat of wax doesn't seem to make sense. Muchen doesn't even respond to my words.

"Come on, don't. No, don't!

Resist as much as you can. But I have never been able to break the commandments.

Hey, what an arm strength......

Plus, he's totally magically pressing the wasp so he can't shoot a magic bullet.

Damn, this adventurer is strong. I'm not a wasp who lags behind the adventurers there. The strongest school is not Dade. I didn't know a wasp who was such a strong man couldn't get his hands or feet out......

Maybe not all blonde stupid daughter words are haunting either. This guy definitely has A-rank prowess, even if he doesn't say S-rank.

"Oh, you, how much do you have a contract for? Pay double! Be on the wax."

"Dear Tyrea, then I will go and come."

"Yeah, nice to meet you"

Ignore the wax! Despite this wasp coming out poorly and negotiating and doing it......

Muchen hasn't even put a wasp on his teeth.

Ha, ha, ha, kill! You're a mercenary, and I'm gonna smash you!

Then I tried to rock Much with all my hands. Ame and whip. In an adventurous way, the reward is hard to earn. Or threatened to use every institution to crush the future of adventurer Much.

But I pushed my arm on goodwill. I don't lend ears to wasp words. I don't even try to lend it to you. Just do your blonde stupid daughter's orders faithfully. It's like a doll.

And......

"Hih! Oh, no, no, no, it's cold!

It was thrown into the fountain. I don't even have the slightest hesitation about the great nobleman wasp.

Spring ahead, though, isn't something that would have accumulated if they had been thrown in the water this past season.

Ha, ha, ha, come on, dirty. Odor.

This is the lower slut water the common people use for their drinking areas. I'm immersed in that. I want to leave as soon as possible.

Then when I got out of the fountain with a selfless obsession, the figure of that busy adventurer Much had disappeared. Instead, the unhelpful surroundings had fainted at ease by the fountain.

Now, if the wasp is in such a sight, when it comes to these...

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"Dear Elizabeth, change of clothes"

"Thank you"

I called a butler dedicated to the Elizabeth family to let them bring me a change of clothes. Take off your salty uniform and change into new clothes.

Phew ~ I got dressed and took a breather.

"Did you process it?

"Ha. I buried it as usual"

"Nice."

Killed all the surroundings that didn't even help shit. He hit the magic bullet as much as he wanted, both of them passing out on swallowing.

The scream sounded and the hoarding dropped a little. But I'm not cured yet.

Silver-haired little girl on blonde stupid daughter......

I have a contract with a promising adventurer for the common man.

When I looked inside the store, I kept quite a few condiments. Quite financially. He also owns some kind of magic item that strikes out wax magic bullets. Besides, he's a user of ancient martial arts that doesn't take magic for granted.

Fine. I recognize you as enemies. Name and crush the total power of our home.

Calling the house slaughtered waiting.

"Recall Bacchio immediately."

"Master Bacchio is in command of the Avismo Front. If you pull back now, you must defeat your allies... Hii!

Pretend to hit a magic bullet in the throat of a housekeeper. No more, I can't help watching incompetent tools cause bug spit to run.

"I will not tolerate a verbal answer. Bring Bacchio back!

"Ha ha!

"And notify the guild, the royal family, all the institutions. Put a prize on their sisters' necks."

"Ha. But it's going to cost a lot..."

"I don't mind. All you have to do is take the missing money away from the weak again."

"Ha, ha. I'll be in touch soon."

"Good, and get in touch with the Black Murders."

"Become!? Are you in contact with those untied people!

"Yeah, is there a problem?

"Well, do we need to get that far? They're the best killers in the country who can kill lightly."

"... right. But those sisters are the first enemies (...) that the wasps have become serious about. Yes, enemies. Against enemies, wasps must be crushed by no time they have complete skin. It's those guys who pissed off the wax. It's their fault. You have to suffer thoroughly."

"Dear Elizabeth, the Untied (Unchained) are monsters created by the world. I thought it might be rather dangerous to get involved."

"I am aware of the danger. But I'd take some risk if I were to draw that fucking busy sister's face to fear."

"But..."

"What the hell! Shall I sacrifice you first?

"Also, I'm sorry. I'll get right to it."

The Black Kills (Blackmarder) …….

An assassination group without strangers in the back world. A-rank prize neck. I can't help but notice that the housekeeper is scared. Especially those known as the Untied (Unchained), who secretly have an anti-war pact with numerous countries. Rumor has it that some countries won't put them on the throne unless the Crown Prince takes an oath not to be hostile in front of them?

The monsters whose individuals are comparable to the country.

Heh heh, a little too much, huh? But I pissed off the wax. Crush it with a formation that doesn't even have a gap for ants to enter.

Kuck, when the wasp dreams of the suffering of the busy sisters,

"E, Dear Elizabeth, your ears..."

That's what I said and one family rushed over.

"What is it?

While tongue-in-cheek at the unclean behavior, we listen to its contents once and for all.

Huh!? My silver-haired fucking daughter. Ah! Forgive me! Never! How far are you gonna lick this wax? Aah!