Vermillion

Pippin 'and.

The young girl, rocking her blonde ponytail and walking in front of the Kays, smiled back.

"This is the symbol of Satina, in the" Saint-Dilk watch stand "."

The young girl - looks up at the stone clockstand Lily showed, and Kay and Irene try to raise their exclamation "ooh".

"This was built in honor of my predecessors in 42 years, when my lord was born. It works in a way called" jiu-sui ceremony ", where the wheel turns with the power of a toy! Look at your watch, lord. It's so accurate because every day you watch your time together!

"Heh. That's right."

"Lily knows things."

Kay and Irene flatter me with their mouths, and Lily is good at "ehem".

I visited Montan's workshop, the next day.

Kay and the others were taken by Lily and walking around the city of Satina.

Of course when it comes to walking around, I'm not just touring the city. Lily's guide takes me around to visit the artisans who are making out with the montans. Kay's back is already carrying a thin, alloyed wooden shield that he purchased earlier from a protective equipment store. Sturdy enough to play the arrow, but not so heavy, an excellent dish that is also easy to use for Eileen. I got a little discount on the fact that I know Montan.

"Next time, I'll go to Uncle Connor."

"What kind of craftsman is Uncle Connor?

"Kawah!

Lily answers Eileen's query well.

Yesterday it was Kay and Eileen who ended up in Montan's workshop until night and were invited to dinner, but while Kay was intentionally in a relationship with Montan, Eileen was totally close to Kiska Lily's parents and children. He had a treat for tea in the back room, and after playing with Lily with his handkerchiefs, songs, etc., he rented the backyard properly and even took a bath with him. Kay is also afraid of his nostalgia and good procedures.

"Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew."

They taught it to me by Eileen, Lily mumbling about a Russian folk song she remembers. Until yesterday, the dull golden hair of the montan gave way to three knitting offerings, but after the water bath, she imitated Irene and turned it into a ponytail. The way Eileen walks with Tokotoko with her hands is like a sister-in-law of age, although it's the making of her face that's slightly different. "Lily is really cute ~," said Irene, smiling.

Originally, this guide was planned to be done by Montan himself, but when I visited the workshop this morning, he said he had a sudden job in connection with nobility, and both Montan and Kiska were in a great mood to prepare.

So, it was Lily who replaced him. Lily, who had grown to admire Eileen as a "whore" during last night, took on the guiding role with pleasure. Kay and Eileen then smiled at the enthusiasm of sticking around and showcasing the city's sights.

"Continuing, this is Lord Patrick-Hymeros-Satina-Bauquette's bronze statue."

"Ooh."

Looking up at the city square, the bronze statue of a good smiling man pointing to the sky in a royal manner, Kay and Eileen once again made him try to raise his voice of admiration.

Tourism in Satina will continue for some time now...

"And Lily knows a lot about the history of the city."

Kay said after a glance at the attraction and walking around the corner of the craftsmanship, impressed.

That's not a compliment, it's a sincere word. Although the rhetoric was a little tedious at that age, Lily often appeared with specialized words in the description of the attractions, and also seemed to understand their historical context well. Irene, whose parents are British and bilingual, seemed to understand Lily's story without any problems, but there are many vocabularies Kay, an acquired English speaker, doesn't understand, and I feel so sorry for her to be the wingman who asks a 10-year-old to explain each time.

Lily, walking with Eileen's hand, "Humph," with a good grin,

"I'm a McDannell Shisei school, and I'm studying a lot!

"McDannell?"

"Yeah. Scholar at Cornwell Chamber of Commerce, playing 'Mekiki'. It's exciting for history, too!

To Kay leaning his little neck, Lily with a whim. Speaking of the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce, it was also mentioned at dinner last night, but it's certainly supposed to be the biggest of Montan's trading partners.

"Wow. You're letting me go to school."

"Yeah. About a year ago, a friend of my dad introduced me to Shisei. My mom taught me to read and write, so I talked to her, and she said, 'It's quite promising,' and Shisei said. I'm doing history and arithmetic now! We made friends..."

And, there, Lily's face, which was fun, clouds.

"But I don't really like Ogatomo's kids because they make fun of their dads sometimes..."

"Do you make fun of your father? That's a bad boy!

Wow, I stroked Lily's head with both hands so Eileen could cheer up. Lily, who twisted herself in a tickle, reaches out to Eileen's flank just in return. "Ah-ha-ha, my flank is weak. Ha-ha-ha!" Kay watched Irene, who was stunned, with raw warm eyes from behind.

"... but my mom said, 'You can't be your friend when you get soaked up, so get along now' - So get along."

"That's great! I like that."

"Lily is an adult…………"

"Eh heh, me and you!

While we were talking about that, east of the craftsmanship district, we arrived at the intended tannery.

"Uncle Connor! It's a customer!

Lily calls out loud as she opens the wooden door. Unique damp smell of leather products.

Behind the dim workshop, a craftsman who was sewing leather with a thick needle smiled in recognition of Lily's appearance.

"Oh, Lily? How are you today?

"Yeah! What about Uncle?

"I'm so energetic!

Appearing with the leather on his desk, hook, and make a ricochet, is Connor, a barrel-shaped man in his early fifties or so - a leather craftsman. Raising the leather forehead, the belly protruding in plenty was a picturesque beer belly, the gray hair had a tremendously retracted hairline on both sides, which was commonly referred to as a guy called M-shaped baldness.

"So, are you a customer?

"Yeah, my dad introduced me to Uncle Connor."

"Well, I see. There you are, you two. Introducing the montans and all that, you can't be unobstructed."

Nica, with a wild smile, Connor offers his right hand. "Nice to meet you, Kay," "I'm Irene," he says briefly, holding back that gobbly artisan's hand.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Um, actually, I'd like to ask you to process this skin..."

And when Kay took out the skin of Mikazuki he was bringing with him, the sound of the gorn, the gorn and the clock stand bell rings. "Ah," Lily raised her voice, pulling Irene's clothes sleeve as hard as she could.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I, it's time to go home."

"Is that so?

"Yeah. In the afternoon, I have a Shisei school. We need to get dinner ready."

"Well."

Irene, who seemed so sorry, said, "Shall I give you a lift?" Suggesting, "Lily shook her head sideways.

"Daiji-bu, it's not that far. You can go home alone!

"Oh well. All right, be careful!

"Yeah! Say hello to Uncle Connor and the ladies. Oh, and you, again!

Lily rocked her ponytail and rushed away.

"…… Are you sure you're okay?

"Regardless of the old town, this one has a lot of guards. Everyone in the neighborhood looks familiar, and I'm sorry to hear that."

Still worried about Eileen, Connor shrugging her shoulders. Don't worry, he laughed and slapped me on the shoulder, reluctantly saying, "Well," Eileen shows how convinced she is.

"You broke your hip, so?

"Oh, it's this skin, but it's a thoughtful product………"

After a while of discussion with Connor, Mikazuki's skin was of very good quality, so he made Kay and Irene one leather purse at a time.

"So, how long can you do it?

"Well, let's take a look at the extra four days."

Connor answers the copper and small silver coins he receives from Kay as he rolls them in his hand.

"Four days... longer than I thought. Did the treatment taste bad?

"No, the processing is superior, but the smoothing is still insufficient. It won't last long. Because of this, the quality is good, and if it's important, shouldn't we take the time? Well, if you really want to, I'll finish it early."

What do we do? Connor asks. When Kay looks at Eileen,

"... because of this, shouldn't you take the time to do it?

"Right, I think so too. … please"

"Leave it to me."

Then quickly, Kay asks Connor to stop working on it.

"Sorry, or one more thing. Actually, I have a set of martial arts for eight people on hand right now, but don't you know where to buy them?

"For eight...... hey. How'd you get that?

"... I was attacked on my way to Satina, so I took it back and stripped it off"

To Kay's honest answer, Connor frowned and looked in trouble.

"Of the dead, is that also the weapon of the people of the meadows…. I'm sorry, but I don't think anyone likes to buy it."

"……… I knew it wouldn't work."

Kay's expression also becomes sinister. Because even the armor store that stopped by earlier refused to buy it.

Even after dinner last night, when I brought the conversation to Montane, I felt the reaction was bad.

There is no demand.

Not popular.

The armor of the people of the meadow is utterly unwieldy.

"The quality of their weapons in the first place is not so good. The bay knife is only good because of the sharpness, but it is easy to break due to the stiff blade. Leather armor also has great embellishments but low key defenses due to its soft tailoring.

If you insist, it's a composite bow. It's easy to handle on horseback, so some mercenaries like to use it. But most of the people who like it already have their own... "

"Is it tough to sell armor and weapons?"

"Right. Especially these days, the price of weapons in general is in a lower mood. He said that the stuff there was brand new and cheap, but he went out of his way to use it."

- He won't be here.

With a half giving up look, Kay sighed with a blur and a headache.

"Surely when stripping, you thought that the quality was subtle… Is there any reason why others should want something they don't want?"

"Different. Whatever the border village is, it's a little harsh in this city. Apprenticeship artisans practice, scratched failures in the production process are gobbling up. Used goods of poor quality are not for sale."

Connor, with a small sigh, looks furiously there.

"The truth is, it's tough. This neighborhood is... In the" battle ", the number of craftsmen who swept and threw away enough for special needs has decreased considerably now. The guy whose arm fell off second-rate, the guy who cut himself loose and returned to the peasants, the guy who destroyed himself in a cheap sale match and even owed himself a lot - a lot of things."

I posed for you and pounded the cape of leather that was suspended on my side.

"I've been wearing leather armor for a long time these days, too. At best, a mercenary regular brings in his own armor for occasional repairs and maintenance. It was a long time ago when we could have eaten with ease if we had made the right weapons and protective equipment."

"Is it a recession now?"

"It's more peaceful than a recession. Simply, you don't have to buy weapons. Some time after the battle, I was still selling it to update my boro gear, but now, hey...

It won't break because I don't use it, it won't break, I don't need a replacement, I don't need a replacement, so I won't buy new things... Now, that's a natural flow. "

"As long as it takes."

"But it doesn't mean you can't sell it at all, does it?

Eileen pinches her mouth from side to side, pointing to the corner of the workshop, a set of tiny leather armor dressed in a mannequin.

"Mm-hmm. Right, miss. I can sell it to sell, but it's hard to eat just that. I'm single, so I can still figure it out, but I've been making something else out of side jobs lately. I'm the only one who makes montans... well, montans make a lot of money in the main business, so they're different."

"After all, he's pretty good at it."

"Oh, well! After the battle, maybe he's the only one who made sales in the main business."

Connor shrugged his shoulder with an unwinding grin, pulling the pipe out of his front pocket into his mouth.

"... ugh. Originally, low unit price arrows have their limits so that they can be cheaper. Only he improved the quality and switched to a luxury route in a cheap or bad price reduction match until the artisans around him even borrowed money. Thanks to the nobility and the big businessmen, they caught a well-paid fixed customer.

I heard the montans succeeded and some of them went after them to raise the price, but it doesn't make sense that it doesn't come with quality. Only a few of them with good arms survived, but the others quickly disappeared. I think he has the guts to defy the flow around him, the foresight to spot the demand, the skill to satisfy the customers… I think he's a big guy. "

Connor rubbed his hips and sat down in the chair as he transferred the lamp fire to the pipe and exhaled puffiness and smoke.

"Ah, come on... at this age, you can't get rattled."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I let him hang out with a long story."

"Ha, I was just talking on my own, don't worry about it"

Connor flickers his hand at Kay, who looks sorry.

"Well, I'm sorry, but that's why I can't buy weapons."

"Is that so… unfortunately, it's good to hear more about it. Then it's time to..."

"Oh, no, wait a minute. I can't do it at my place, but I know where I can get rid of it if it's okay to throw it away."

Take the shards of charcoal and Connor writes something on the pieces of paper.

"Look, this is the address. North of the old town, number 5 on Bunois Avenue, just around the entrance and exit with the slums.

There is a waste collector here. It's hardly gold, but I think it's better than throwing it away. A little silly. It's a bad place for galas, but, well, your brother would be fine. You should be armed for once, there aren't as many guards here. "

"Bunois Street... north of Old Town, right? Let's go later, thank you."

"Hey, that's okay. I'm sorry that's all I can do."

Upon receiving a piece of paper from Connor, "See you in four days," Kay and the others left the workshop behind.

†††

A city stained with sunset.

The young girl advances on the dimmed street, blocked from the sun by the walls.

(It's a little late today......)

Back to school. Lily was in a hurry on her way home as she shook a ponytail that imitated Eileen and looked anxious at the drunks and mercenaries roaming down the road.

"I'm home."

Open the back door and enter the living room. Then there was the appearance of his parents slamming at the table, without even turning on the lights.

"Welcome back, Lily…………………"

"You were late today..."

Inside the dim house, the voices of two disgruntled people sound.

"Today was history, so I got McDannell's" Crap "."

"Oh, that's why you're late. He's probably a history lover..."

"You can't talk about people."

"How was Mom and Dad?

In Lily's inquiry, Montan and Kiska smiled tirelessly.

"It was tough... Damn, it's a lame story to deliver 30 decorative arrows even though we only have 20 in stock. It's the first time you've finished 10 decorations in just one day..."

"It was really good to have managed to make it. The Burrows are very good at this…………………………."

"But from now on, you want to at least have a spare look at two days. Bad for the heart............"

"Mom and Dad are annoying!

Lily tries to speak brightly to the two weakened as the dead.

"Ah. I'm so tired - I don't know when I've worked this much...... Oh, you're totally dark already. Lily, I'm sorry, because I'm going to get Mom dinner now. Wait a little longer."

"No, Kiska, you don't have to. Long time ago today, let's all go out and eat."

Pampers, and a brightening montan rose out of his chair as he peeled off the wood chips on his clothes.

"Because of this, how about" Miranda "?

"What, Dad really!?

"Are you okay!?

Montan's suggestion overlaps the words of surprised Lily and Kiska.

When it comes to the restaurant Miranda, it is the finest place in the city of Satina where you can get five fingers. If you limit yourself to shops where ordinary people can come and go, you can call them the best restaurants in the city. It is exclusively rumored that the chef's skill is a first-class with no hanging, his flavor roars the noble tongue, and now the involvement of the lord of Satina is also visited every once in a while with patience.

And naturally, 'Miranda' dishes are expensive the more eyeballs pop up from the common people.

But Montan, to reassure his wife and daughter,

"Oh, I don't mind. I made a lot of money at work today, and yesterday Kay bought me a prototype of arrow. I have a lot of room in my nose."

A montan with a smile on his face as he lit the lamp with a firestone.

"… well, sometimes luxury is good."

"Wow, I did it! Thanks, Dad!!

"Ha ha, hey, I saw Mr. Kay's hips case and quickly found out he was a bowman, but I didn't think he was a good payer that far. Honestly, you were right to go inside."

In the bright lights of the lamp, Montan makes his tongue look like a prankster. Although I invited Kai to the workshop in front of the building to tell his wife about his hometown, after all, he didn't talk about the village of Taaf at all.

"Come on, if you decide so, I'll have to apologize! You can't go to Miranda dressed like this on a boulder."

"I'll get dressed, too. Of course, Lily needs to be stylish too!

"Yay, I'm gonna look stylish!

Earlier tiredness also blew away at the look of Lily, who seems happy with Cacca, and the footsteps of Montan and Kisca are light.

Wipe your body clean with a wet cloth, fix your hair, etc., and Montane will wear a simple dress that will be worn by the big merchant in an important deal, and Kiska will not be disproportionate to ordinary people. Lily had an adorable apron dress on, and she wore a red ribbon on her hair and was shaking a lot.

"Well, then, neither of you can forget anything."

"No, I don't."

"Bullshit!

With the lamp in one hand, the wipes containing silver coins to the pocket are worn, and a montan with a protective knife tightly locks the door of the house.

Informed the neighbors that he was going out and asked them to pay attention to the absentee house, the montans walked out on a path stained with excitement and sunset.

Head south from Craftsman Town to the luxury city.

"Come on, what shall we eat?"

"I wonder what the menu is today."

"I, the beef stew, ate - Yikes!

The three parents and children, Lily in the middle, hold hands and walk amicably down the boulevard.

It's as if the city of dusk, feeling lonely earlier, is smiling gently somewhere.

Lily, a foothold that inflates and bounces expectations for a rarely sumptuous meal.

Kiska watches her figure thanks to love as she sneezes herself in tune.

And a montan who smiles mercifully at such a loving wife and daughter.

- It was a quiet, warm family reunion, but it was there.

The figure is glittering and dazzling and smiling.

Even in the sunset, thin lights.

It's like, really, it's glowing.

Take that.

of the boulevard, far more than the other.

shruggedly.

Or, quietly.

There was a man who put himself in the darkness and stared carefully.

- It's Boris.

…………

Boris, now lurking a metal case in his pocket, who had just broken through the examination with the thought of cutting his life expectancy, stared behind the montans as he ate in.

Rigiri.

What was that noise?

"... come on,"

Swallow the words in.

Boris turns around and runs through a thin dirty alley.

Hit and run.

What arrived was a lonely little tavern in the backtown.

"……… ale"

As usual, I lowered back somewhere in the counter seat and ordered to hang out.

And the jock was placed in front of me. No, I grabbed it abusively and drank a very unsavory ale.

In the depths of my belly.

It spins around, hot as a simmer.

Something burning.

"-Hey, brother. Nice swallowing."

and a skinny man sits down in the next seat as he tries to ask for a second ale.

"…… is that you?"

He was the usual man. Boris, with a shady face, hands a case of metal under the counter, as usual.

"Ha ha, what's the matter, that's a long time ago"

While laughing, the man placed the leather bag in front of Boris. Boris quietly checks the contents of the bag so as to ignore half the man who looks familiar.

Lighter than usual. Looking inside, dull copper and slightly silver glow.

But if you check closely, it wasn't silver, it was just a small silver coin.

…………

Again, when summed up, a single piece of silver coin is less than critical.

Such an amount.

"What's wrong, that's the face of dissatisfaction?

In my ear, a mean voice. When I looked beside him, a skinny man smiled with a shady smile.

"Damn, that's not true."

Take Yale's jock in your hand to delude you, but soon you realize it's empty.

"… that's not true…………………"

He leaned down, a little whining Boris, but the man next door did not miss that his hand holding the jock was white enough to be powerful.

Huh, and the man with the thin smile, with his fingertips, knocks on the counter.

Chan, and a few copper coins were placed in front of Boris.

- Follow me, Boris.

Yes, briefly. A man takes his seat and leaves the tavern.

Boris, with a distracted face, dropped off his back, remained solidified.

But soon, I suspect that the copper coin in front of me is for liquor.

And for the first time since I got involved in this' job ', I realized that the man had called me a' name ', and I took a seat in a rattle rush.

"It's late, I didn't think I'd be waiting."

Outside the tavern, try to lean against the wall, a man with an ironic smile.

"Shh, I'm sorry, I was a little surprised, uh, I couldn't move. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"…… Huh. Well, fine."

Apologizing to Boris, the man laughed with his nose, "Follow me," he walks out again. Boris shut up and followed that back.

…………

Silence. Only the cutlet and the sound of the heel of the shoe hitting the cobblestone sounds.

- Originally, that tavern was.

It is a place set aside for the dark parts of the city of Satina, the rogues, to gather and dispel each other's voices and tell a little inconvenient stories when asked.

Take that.

This way, it means that they will take you further out.

…………

Boris felt a strange exaltation spreading within his own chest, both fearful and unexpected.

"…… Me too."

While walking, the man in front suddenly opens his mouth.

"I used to do 'hauling'. Like you are now."

So he stops and leads to the wall in a corner of the city, in a dark alley.

"So, basically, I know what you're thinking." Isn't a single piece of silver too cheap? '' Is that the price of my life? '... and, well, this is the place. "

"... eh"

Boris jammed his words into a tone that he enjoyed, then, somewhere to try.

And that silence - eloquent affirmation everywhere.

"... don't get so hard. I'm not blaming you."

Slightly. The grin the man put up on his face is as mean as ever. But soon I pulled that smile in, and the man said away with a sharp look.

"To be clear, Boris. Your life costs less than one silver coin."

Boris loses his words to that too much. But so, "but," the man added.

"- It is subject to the condition that 'yours now',"

Remove the metal case from the nose and shake it to reveal it.

"This is it. I don't know what you think, but seriously, it's a shitty substitute, like blowing reason out of your head. The tissues there are carrying Chimatima, which is not the same size as the dicky 'powder'. - Because that's all it takes to get to a single piece of gold."

"Kim...... ugh!?

collapsed, and Boris' jaw fell. Totally, unimaginably high. If you're a commoner, you can eat 10 years. One gold coin, a gold coin, a tight coin, the words swept across my brain, and my spine trembled, as now, at the fact that I was carrying it.

"But your hand is less than a piece of silver. You know why?

"……… I don't know."

He glanced straight into his eyes and Boris just shook his head as if he had been invaded by heat.

"I'll tell you. That's because it didn't necessarily have to be you. I have to carry this."

The words are rebutted in my mouth. Even while he rebelled, the man continued his words.

"Boris, you sure are risking your life. But that" life risking role "doesn't necessarily have to be you. I risk my life, that's a big deal. But it's the kind of job that even a kid can do if he's ready, isn't it?

I have more important work to do than that. For example, who's going to buy the guards? Who sells the transported boots safely? To put it further, who's producing 'this' in the first place? What carries that all the way to Satina? Who manages the entire itinerary? Who's to fund it in the first place?... I don't know if I can come up with it. If you can do all this on your own, Boris, you can keep the gold to yourself. "

"…………………………………. No... I can't believe I'm doing this alone..."

"Yes, I can't. So I just have to share it with you. And you were doing the best job at the end of it."

"Oh no..."

The relentless words of a man, the emotions of anger, pity, and nothingness become messy, up, in his chest.

Boris, leaning down like a twilight on the way, the man who missed the case approximately, instead took out a flat metal liquor bottle - a skittle - and pulled out the cork of the lid.

Kikupong, and a creepy sound. A man with a bite of the contents of the liquor bottle, in his mouth, says, "How about you, too?" and offers it to me.

Boris also tilted the bottle as it was given to him. And the moment the liquid inside touches his tongue, he unwittingly opens his eyes.

"……… delicious"

Pompous. Along with whining words, aromatic, slipping through the back of the nose, sweet alcoholic aroma.

I haven't spoken of it in a long time, the taste of fine liquor.

"Boris. You've done a good job of boring shit."

the man who regained the liquor bottle and closed the lid,

"But that's the end of the day."

Straight ahead, stare at Boris.

"- The organization has decided to take a hand out of this city"

"What!?

To the man's words, Boris was struck like he had been hit in the head.

"Damn, that's, you know, really -"

"Shit, don't make a big noise, idiot"

Boris hurries to hold his mouth to the man who faces him.

"... okay, listen carefully. Honestly, Satina's security has been too tight lately. The takeover is going on somewhere, but clearly, it's not the right city."

"…… it is, indeed, understandable."

- Then what happens to me?

I haven't finished paying my debts yet. I had some dissatisfaction with my share, but I would still be in trouble if this job disappeared.

It feels like the ground at your feet is crumbling away.

"That's why, Boris. You, come to us."

But Boris' thoughts stopped altogether to the words he continued to be thrown at him.

"…… to? Come on, I mean... you want me to leave town? Why?"

The moment understanding caught up, it was more of a temptation than a joy that turned my head. Why yourself? An unbelievable, untrustworthy, black emotion with such suspicion.

"I have a prospect for you...... and clearly, I have quite a few words to say. Honestly, it's not that sweet."

Right in the foreground, the man shrugged his shoulder.

"Boris, haven't you noticed? This is the tenth time you've done your job."

"……… if you ask me."

"Leave it scattered until now, but this job has a low survival rate. Actually, there were other carriers besides you, but some of them got caught."

Now, the motion of scratching your neck with your thumb. Blood drew from Boris' face.

"That's why, with luck or strength, you have a proven track record of surviving the 10th time you flourished. - This is one of the reasons. Next, to get there, I kept my job secret - one credit. And finally, this is the most important thing."

do, and the man smiled ill-willed,

"I can't leave someone who knows about us alive."

When I understood the meaning of the word - Boris' face grew as white as paper.

"……… Suggestions, rather than orders"

"We have a veto, don't we? It's terribly expensive, but it doesn't fit."

"But... I owe..."

"Step down, that's not it. Why are you so serious now?"

Boris shuts up and turns his thoughts around in his head.

In the first place, Boris couldn't leave the city because of the fact that he had a home and the fact that he only had a bad arrow-making arm.

Halfway through the skill of craftsmen, you can't live in a strange city without connections, even as you step down on debt and run away.

"... in the next city, am I a haulier?"

"No. Get some more decent ways to work.... specifically, my apprenticeship, help, chores, that sort of thing."

It's easy, laughing man. A mean, but disgusting grin.

"…… ho, is that true?"

Ten times, from Boris, who has been risking his life with the thought of stepping on thin ice, it's

"... I can't believe it, I want to do it, I want to do it"

It was like, heaven's story.

"Ok.... but it's not a quick story yet. Sooner or later, in a week or so, you'll have to sort things out around you."

"Ooh!

to Boris, who trembles his body in excitement, but as if the man remembered, "Oh yeah,"

"…… I forgot. Just one more thing, I have an easy job."

…………

Stop the movement, Boris with a frigid expression.

"No, he said don't look like that. Compared to" Carriage, "it's a cuss job."

"……?

"Actually. The child of a slave who was due to deliver to Saura died during this time."

"……… a slave?

Boris tilting his neck to the word 'slave', which popped out of nowhere, not drug-related.

"We don't even deal with slaves.... Of course, it's illegal. Well, this is a rather sudden story, but I need a replacement slave to deliver it."

Nfu, and the man sighed with his nose, clouds his expression there. You've never seen this man's face other than his pasted smile, and Boris thought about it.

"That" saru "is a... quick story, pervert. You're a good meth kid. Uh, I'm not satisfied. I'm a tough guy. I have a lot of good" women ", but the kid isn't on hand right now... so I'm talking about going hunting for people in the slum next time, right?

It's like inviting you to a picnic, a casual tone.

That was certainly - albeit illegally - 'work like a cuss' compared to drug smuggling.

But Boris had hardly heard the story since he was on his way.

What came to my mind was that it was...

Glowing, happy, certain family members.

…………

To Boris, who remained silent, the man grinned, unwillingly,

"What's wrong, Boris, you look so bad"

"… well, a female child."

The faint eyes are dark, dirty and cloudy.

"A female kid. But do I have to look for him in a slum?

"… it's a hassle to check the face of a thin, dirty beggar. It's nothing. It's not a slum, is it?

In response - Boris, with a deeper grin, raised his voice as if it had caught on.

"- I have an idea."

Night after night.