Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

April 17, 7442.

I'll go back to the inn and sort out what we talked about today.

... Almost took it out of me. And for a moment I thought only, but I wasn't completely wasted on the 42600Z I paid for 'Duckleton' because I could also hear fairly informative stories such as common sense in Keel. Oh, I was paying 10000Z extra for a bribe. This is well, no. Besides, the distance between those two would have been somewhat closer, so you should be satisfied with this for today.

And that one. Last dessert. That was delicious.

Of course, confectionery exists in oaths, but I've never eaten such hands-on confectionery before. Fruits hardened in cold weather, lamb-like ones, and then pancake failures at best. I never thought an oath would have such a delicious treat, too. There was a sweet and sour mousse on top of the fruit babaroa solidified by cold weather only on the surface, decorated around it with something like raw cream. Claw and Marie were sighing just watching, and I was about to have a voice.

I rarely ate western confectionery because I didn't really like it in my previous life, and I don't know it very well, but I do think 'Duckleton' desserts are inferior to convenience store sweets. But such a delicious treat was the first time I felt like I had eaten it throughout my previous life, and for a moment I did feel unsaid even in heaven. Oh, I'm just spitting at you to remind me.

Whoa, let's leave the food thing at this. I want to draw those two into my company, but I can't do it sooner. Too much aversion to adventurers. You should also keep the option of hiring on a pretty good salary. If you can get in and out of the labyrinth that it's near the Wang capital, you can make a lot of money from the loot. I still don't think I can do it because I'm very powerless.

A significant number of groups of adventurers, who are said to be top notch in various territories, also try, and in return, say that some percent will return. Some more of the returning guys also say they have enough treasure and demon stones to live in peace for the rest of their lives.

I'm going for it, too. Try again and again to make a fortune, and use it as a starting point to interest the country in some foreign country. I heard that the kingdom of Korakt, to the east, was founded about 100 years ago by a king of adventurers, and there are many similar countries. Besides, the border line between countries is so vague that it seems to be mostly recognized as a nation in disintegration if we can aim for gaps and have a slightly remote country approve that it is a state and give us a look around militarily.

It seems that many of Lomberto's neighbors were founded that way after all. It wouldn't be as easy as this because I'm just speculating on the extent of information that can be gathered in the countryside, but it certainly should have been a similar occurrence of old Japanese luxuries. If you eventually let the Emperor say, "I'll leave that territory to you," you win, and even if they didn't tell you, there were a lot of them who grew up to be big names from the earthquakes. If you have the power, well, it's no exaggeration to say that you've become a country in disintegration.

Whatever precedes it, is it gold? The amount that can be accumulated from the sale of rubber products is known. At best, the country jazz territory is quite moist. Unless you can multiply the area of rubber noodles by hundreds of times, but I'm talking about decades of that. I might be alive.

That's why we have to rush to life.

I need money to do that. Of course not. You need to be careful there because it's too late to rush into short-circuit thinking and fail, and there will be times when you have to proceed with caution and patience a little bit more. Sometimes, of course, you'll need to boldly aim for a big hand. Yeah, you think a lot. Are you going to go to bed today?

April 18, 7442.

I go to the Bin Suil store in the morning. To teach Claw and Marie how to train magic. Before and after sunrise, of course, breakfast preparations and a lot of guests will be busy at the store, so you can go around 8: 00 or 9: 00. Until then, let's even run and sweat. Oh, isn't Claw working today and tomorrow?

Two shifts and a vacation is like working as a prostitute, I don't care. Huh? How do you know that? Don't you all forget that my last life's occupation was with salesmen? I couldn't tell the company about the entertainment. You don't know why.

I arrived at the Binsuil store after 8: 00. Looks like Marie's here. I always ask for a breakfast set about the end table where Claw sits. Immediately Marie brought me a breakfast set.

"Have a treat yesterday. It was delicious. I haven't eaten like that in decades."

"Well, I'm glad you're happy. So, if you have time now, I can teach you about magic training, but what do you do?

To Marie, who said she was smiling at the difference from yesterday's breakup, I cut out my promise quickly.

"Now would be nice, but how long will it take? If it's not too long, there will be daylight planting..."

"Hmm? At first, it's a matter of minutes to, at best, tens of minutes. And once you tell me, you can always do the rest by yourself."

Marie heard what I said. She came out.

"Is it that short!? Then tell me, now!

"Let me have some rice. And, as I said yesterday, there are two ways to do it. Which one do you want?

Marie says with a little thought.

"You'd better find out the results soon."

"Well, then, you can have a thin wooden stick that you don't need. I'm just gonna eat it."

Marie took a seat before hearing from "just now" and ran out to the kitchen. I can also see in the back how he's swelling his chest to expectations. With the bread chewed up, how many MPs was Marie if you say so? and appraise the crouched back toward the kitchen. 16 Or too much for the first time. Oh, should I also look at the description of resistance (poison)?

[Inherent skill: resistance (poison); a type of resistance skill. Activated by resistance or fear towards poisons entering the body due to ingestion or some factor. Therefore, the skill is not activated if the person is not aware of the poison or is in a mood to accept it. Resistible poison must also be more poisonous than before it entered the body of the self. In vivo refers to within the body surface. That is, it has no effect on poisons produced in the body of the self. For poisons in general, the effect of this skill does not extend to normal counterpoisoning. When a skill is activated, the effect of the poison will not disappear, and the effect of the skill will be exerted in such a way that the effect of the poison is weakened. The effect of the poison is reduced by 55% at level 0, and the degree of decrease is greater by 5% with the level rise since then. At the maximum level it will be reduced by 100%. It also exerts the effect of its decomposition and discharge if the production of poison was a form of poison that had a negative effect by accumulating in the body, both in and out of the body. It is completely degraded and ejected in up to 20 days from the effect activation at level 0, and the time to degradation and ejection decreases daily thereafter as the level rises. However, this skill is also activated by resistance to or fear of poisons. It should be noted that the poison referred to in this item is a generic term for substances, whether inorganic or organic, that have some inhibitory effect on the life activities of skill holders, and therefore this is not taken into account even if it is selectively toxic in other organisms]

Heh, that's amazing indeed. Can he be invincibly close to all poisons roughly as long as he is conscious? Do you know the strength of the poison you ingested? This is no big deal, or if you eat this, you die normally.

I came right over here with a thin wooden stick that I would have used for incineration or something in the kitchen. So, suppose I do?

"Okay,... and as you can see, I just lit a fire. Put your hands on both sides and let the magic pass between your hands. If you succeed, the flames will shake and you will complete your magical mastery. All of a sudden, you don't know what to do, so I'll just help you first."

That's what Marie started blackmailing. Put my hands on the outside of my hand and let the magic flow. Marie, who felt the flow, raised her voice "hiccup," but her eyes stared firmly at the flames that rocked to be blown by the wind.

"It would be perfect if I could wake up my current senses myself. But be careful, if you work too hard, you'll use too much magic and run out of magic. Right, I think Marie should try 10 in the morning and maybe 10 in the afternoon. Highly talented magicians will be able to do it in a few times. But the trick is difficult. Low costs a lot of time. I'll be back tomorrow, so if we can't do it by then, we'll try it the normal way."

"... yeah, okay"

Marie couldn't shake the flames by the time I finished eating. I couldn't help but watch Marie obsessed with her magic training, so I left the store. Low-income people who would have watched the food from the store from behind when they left the store lay their eyes down simultaneously. You can eat if you work. It's not that expensive.

Okay, well, there's nothing special to do, but there's only one thing I have to do. Back at the Vince Pavilion I took a shower and when I got dressed and familiar I caught him naive and asked him where the store called 'Litton' was on my brother's note.

While whistling, head to 'Litton' to ascertain the brotherly ties in his pocket and think about how he attacked them. At first, you'd better get the best person you can. When I got to my destination in no time, I was a little discouraged that it wasn't as luxurious a building as I thought it would be. The ground floor looks like stone and the second floor looks like wood. Not luxurious but nicely cleaned around the building and not a drop of dust. Um, you seem to be investing in educating your employees.

There was a counter in front of me when I opened the entrance door with a grand chest open and went inside. The hallway, which would stretch on either side of it, is hidden with a black curtain-like cloth. A gentleman in a jacket and a middle-aged man stood well at the counter, and when he noticed this one, he carefully bowed his head and said, "Welcome." I said, "This is my first time here, but listen to my reputation" and offered my right hand.

Gentleman gently overlays his left hand on my right hand to open the status. Yeah, just like I expected from the store. Good. The gentleman gave me a good, smooth grin when he checked my status. "Welcome to our store. Dear Greed, I would like to introduce you to someone," so I softly showed you the plate my sister-in-law gave me, hoping to make a slight impression.

When the gentleman looked at the plate for a moment, he nodded silently as though he understood everything, and led me to the back of the curtain on the left. The back of the curtain seems to be a hallway as expected, but a few meters away, the same curtain blocks ahead again. The gentleman slid through my side and opened the door on the left side of the hallway, bowing his head. I guess I say get in.

I slipped through the door and sat in a chair in the back of a room like a talking room. "Please wait a long time," the gentleman disappears. Um, the power of a boulder plate? That's VIP treatment. I guess I waited 10 minutes or the door got knocked open. An earlier gentleman carefully opened the door and the person behind him slowly entered the room. Seeing the person as his chest is about to rip open to expectations.

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Whoa, my brain seemed to have stopped at a lot of events.

It took me a while to reboot the VAX machine on my brain. Looks like the VAXstation 3100 in my brain managed to start the VMS.

The person who is now sitting slowly across the street from the table is not exactly an earthly creature. I wrap my silky loose clothes around them, with a glowing smile, a pair of watery eyes staring at this one emitting a thoughtful glow, even remembering the illusion as if they were clairvoyant to the contents of my body. The gentleman closed the door so as not to make any noise and is not here already.

Challenge this opponent to battle for the next few decades, no matter what. This is jihad. When I meditated only once, I stared at him from the front again. Now, will jihad be fought here, or will we move the battlefield again? That's when their mouth opened.

"Welcome aboard, Master Gried. I am the owner of our 'Litton', Joshirmil Halitide. What would you like to do today?

It's like the lid of a Hell's Cauldron is open. The person in front of him opened his wide horizontal mouth like a toad and spoke shaking his bumpy skin cheeks. Yeah, this is the first time I've seen a barren and ugly person so far. I will make Jabba Za manage to be . How did this happen? Damn it. I was expecting you. What is this? Are you dodgy? Bring me the sign, Red Hell! Confused by a really unexpected situation. Brother, help me! Oh, no! Akiko? Oh, yeah.

"Oh, you know, you know. There was something you wanted to hire here. I'm here to introduce you today."

Though it was slightly overstated, I managed to fix it and talk about it. I'll show you the power that was top selling.

"Well, since you asked me to bring you the Marquis' plate, I thought that I, the owner, would greet you first..."

That's what Haritide said. He rang his finger. His cheeks swayed again at the clapping of his fingers.

Immediately the door opened and the gentleman said, "Come on, look at your face," and tried to invite in some of the women who they had supposedly refrained from in the hallway. But Haritide opened his mouth again.

"Oh, good. Sebastian, put the women back. Get me two more drinks."

Majika.

Isn't that a big mistake? What's the top seller? I look good all over the place.

"Now, what kind of product is it? We intend to make a perfect selection of all kinds of supplies so that we can meet the majority of our requests…"

I managed to remove the condom from my pocket under the guise of calm, indulging in the will of steel that made me want to cry out. Place it on the table and start describing it with a smile.

"Here, I hear that the gentlemen and employees of the store who have asked to socialize can fall in love. I guess that's also fascinating to gentlemen, who have a good chance of being imprisoned in love."

Halitide, who was still looking at the condom at my disposal in surprise, opens his mouth when he turns to me with a gaze that sees my heart.

"Hmm. Master Gried expresses himself very elegantly. But that expression is wonderful. Sure, the gentlemen visiting our shop must be fascinating. Sometimes employees seem obsessed."

All right, grab it okay.

"And if you develop into a romantic relationship, you'll have problems you can't ignore"

"Hmm? Problems you can't ignore...... what do you mean?

At that time, an example gentleman came into the room with tea on the basin with a modest knock. Carefully preparing the tea, he closed the door again so as not to make any noise and left the room.

"It's a disease other than love, a demographic problem that gentlemen and employees don't want or that some uncomfortable gentlemen bring in"

"Well, I see. But we have the finest products available to avoid that kind of problem. All the products available in our store use only the healthy ones among those slaughtered the day before, all of them of high quality with no worries about drying, mold, etc. We are thorough enough to keep slaughterhouses open the day after the holidays to guarantee quality"

Haritide said as he even seeped his confidence.

"I see, if 'Litton' asks the sound, it certainly will. But did you say the same thing after you used this product, which I brought with you today?

This is the place to push. You can't even pull here for your brother.

"Mm, is that a challenge to the quality of the products we prepare?

It's a pain in the ass, Jabba the manages to look at me with one eyebrow hanging. I'm scared.

I drank the cup of tea I had prepared for myself and reached for the bag of condoms.

And cut the bag's seal. Even so, I just forced the end off with my fingernails.

The seaweed lotion that's sealed inside overflowed a little and spilled into my cup, but, well, no. That's why I emptied the cup.

And when I pushed one of the ten bonds tucked away with the lotion out of the incision, I took it out.

"This is made of a material called rubber. Do you know the rubber?

Jabba, who had a disgruntled look, said, "Of course I know. That's what's been out there lately. I also bought footwear and cushions," he said, bragging a little. Rubber products are expensive, so I guess it's just a certain status to own them. Especially since cushions are pretty expensive, I can also snort to brag about them.

"This is a sanitary product made of rubber. Please take it and see. Oh, that liquid is not harmful to your body. In some cases...... right. It is completely harmless, lubricated and made to be stuffed so that even employees who are less comfortable riding can really accept gentlemen. The ingredients are food, so it's no harm to swallow them in your mouth."

Jabba was all over the unidentified liquid, staring creepy at the round-rolled sanitary products, but he got on my hand. Plus, he had reached out to me like he was terrified. I kept my nausea down as I watched my fingers like a potato bug coming at me, and I continued.

"This is rounded to make it easier for the lords to wear. I'll wear it like this."

Me receiving sanitary products stuck to potato bugs and wearing them when I twirl them to the man-made potato bugs and medium potato bugs that grew in Jabba's hands. It's kind of an unpleasant diagram, but I haven't forgotten to stop laughing. Naturally, it's a rash.

"Now can you understand the thickness and durability of this rubber? Touch something. You can try pulling the rubber."

Jabba, looking disgustingly at his whole finger all over the lotion, touched the cup with sanitary products on his finger. Then he gave a surprised look, touching the surface of the table or the surface of a cup that was not a handshake. He also touched it with the potato worm growing in the opposite hand to make sure it felt, or even pulled it to make sure it was strong. You seem to have attracted a keen interest.

"Hmmm... this... don't pass on the temperature very well... and how about this thinness... it leaves a good feeling... Hmmm... it stretches well... and there's nothing to break..."

I said bumps while touching a lot of things, not to mention thinking about it while playing with a cup over a condom. That's another push here.

"Dear Haritaide, I always think. First class stores need a first-class assortment. Of course, it's already self-evident that your store is superior. The education of employees, starting with clerks, and the appearance of the employees themselves are also important points, although this is normal. A gentleman who is naturally a customer also receives first-class service, which is why he knocks on the door of your store. This product has not been introduced to any other stores yet. It's only when I think of it as a first-class store that I brought it to you first."

Jabba nodded when he looked at my face like he was angry.

"Dear Greed, as Greed said, I was very impressed with this Halitide. Top-notch stores have a first-class assortment, first-class service offerings, and I see you're absolutely right. I would definitely like to buy this product. How much is it?

Fallen. Okay, here's the real deal.

"No, Master Halitide, if you are the owner of a first-class store, you will be questioned for such hasty judgment. I will present this bag that I have brought with me today as a test piece (sample). I've already cut the seal, but if you keep it soaked in ice water so that there's no water inside, you can use it for another two days without any problems at all. In the meantime, please use it from your store's top customers and ask them what they think first. Or we know if it would be nice for Haritide to use it herself and check its performance. I'll come back the evening after tomorrow. Prices…"

Haritide is listening to me with his eyes open. One bag of rubber products that should be expensive, since I said that it would be presented in Roja, my eyeballs opened even wider, and I was about to spill my eyeballs because it was too open around to hear what the customer thought. I seem impressed with the super initial marketing. Maybe not.

"Oh, if you can be worried about such a thing, we will carefully select you to try this Halitide, necessarily to meet the expectations of Gried. And I promise I'll give it a shot as soon as I find the chance."

You totally fell. I'm the one who took control of this jihad.

"I hope you don't mind. I just want you to take this as an indication of your desire to help prove that your store is a first-class store."

And then we should just disperse. It doesn't make much sense to talk any more here.

Haritide could tell me to send him politely when he rang his hand and called Sebastian.

Seeing Sebastian bowing his head deeply, tears seemed to seep, but he indulged in it and returned to the Vince Pavilion.

I buried my face in the bed and I said, "What is that? Wow, you had a good woman! What am I doing?" Or so I went to the Bin Suil store, realizing I was hungry while I was rolling around.

As always, the low-income people who were watching the store from a little further away entered the store, asking for wheat shochu about their seats. You saw the look on my face that seemed in a bad mood. Marie didn't come near me.

Today's booze was bitter and wrapped in regret.

I didn't pretend to be a customer and show my sister-in-law the plates I got.

I knew I would never just use it for boring things again.

I went back to the Vince Pavilion drunk, and I fell into bed swearing by my heart.

Oh, should I go to another store? But hey, that kid who looked chilly, he liked it.

I'm unhappy without that level of woman even if I go to another store now.

We'll go again the night after tomorrow anyway. Is that okay?