A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

When the business was wrapped up, Jacopo floated away, "Well, if you'll excuse me," he said.

In retrospect, he was a stormy man. Momentum is good, very cheerful and speaks well anyway. But at the same time, I couldn't help but think of the inexplicable sharpness.

(... Is it due to the fact that Yakopo had Sound Magic Lv.4 when I saw it in my appraisal skills? Or is it because Jacopo had the court magician's emblem hanging around his neck)

I've thought about it, but probably both.

I have the utmost vigilance for a man named Jacopo.

According to the appraisal skills, the eldest son of the Pali clan, Jacopo, while climbing to that position as a court magician, suddenly left his job at the age of thirty-one, creating a troupe to become a prestigious theatre troupe, now circling the whole world.

He's an insane man. However, a strong side was felt somewhere.

Well, I wondered how the three chicks felt about Jacopo and decided to listen.

"Hey, Ili. What did you think about Mr. Jacopo?

"… the sound is cluttering"

"Are you stuck around?

"Yes."

Only short words are characteristic of Ili. But what she doesn't like to talk about sometimes pokes at her essence while being short.

"Jacopo is the king of sounds"

"King of Sounds..."

"I'm sure I don't like it"

It's a deep word, and I think it's a lot of things, but okay.

King of sounds, only the phrase somehow lingered in my ear.

"Well, then, Yuffi is"

……

Uffi just glanced at me and didn't seem to be going to answer.

He doesn't want to talk as much as he can with me.

But when I said another word, "Tell me," she replied, as she had given up.

"... that's just like you. You're making fun of people."

I'm a little surprised. What do you mean, I'm making fun of people? Hetty said, "You're too mouthy, Uffi," but he didn't seem to have heard anything.

"Dude, am I making people so stupid?

"... it's an arrogant attitude on the part of the person who gives it away."

Unexpectedly I shut my mouth. "Ufi, contain it," now even Illi goes into a stop. Hetty also said, "You don't say things like children. Say it when you are in an independent position where you will not be subjected to one or another".

But I was taking the word for something that sounded somehow.

Let's confess.

I don't feel that way if I don't have a little pity in me, I feel like I'm doing it somewhere.

Even so, I've never thought that dust in my heart is what I do to make people's dreams come true.

It's a misleading expression, so here's what I'm going to say in polite rephrase.

At that moment when others are about to give up that their dreams won't come true, that people's dreams will come true by my involvement there, and I do remember some reward or accomplishment for that, but I don't even think I'm the one who made their dreams come true.

Reality that I was involved in achieving my dreams. That's my pride.

If you take this obliquely, you're proud to be doing it (,,,,,,) - I guess you can't even take it that way.

(... Is there a sense somewhere in Jacopo that I'm applying it? if so)

I don't think that's my way.

Is that how the troupe, the famous troupe, is? I stopped thinking about it for a moment and even more deeply.

It would be nice to see the actual thing and then think about it. Otherwise, I might make a mistake.

This is just because Yufi felt that way.

In the meantime, I stabbed the nail, "Don't ever say that word in front of your customer, Mr. Jacopo," he said.

The rest is Nell.

"What about Nell? What do you think of him?

"Oh, uh, your husband, um, I'm not after Mr. Jacopo, so, uh, please feel free to approach him"

"What are you talking about?"

How can that be if you ask Jacopo what he thinks?

"Hih! Um, I'm sorry"

"Fine, just calm down. What did you think about Mr. Jacopo?

"Yes, that.... Yep! No, because I'm not looking at Mr. Jacopo like anything else! Please don't be mad at me! Oh, sorry......"

"No, that's not what I meant either"

I don't know, this kid thinks about it, but I don't think he thinks about it too much. I mean, the idea is flying, what is it?

"... oh, I'm sorry I'm retarded, that, I'm sorry"

"... you know, for once. When you sing a song at Mr. Jacopo's place, don't make Mr. Jacopo bother."

I feel a little anxiety about Uffi and Nell, but I can't help what I've undertaken anymore. I laughed heartily that I could be relieved if you calmed down a little more like Ili.

Things are things that can only become.

Even Uffi and Nell will surely hold on to you if you leave the job to them. Maybe.

With that in mind, Nell said, "Huh? So, but if I was good, I'd be jealous, but bad would get me in trouble... uhh..." I had trouble holding my head.

Why is this guy so confident in his song? It's a premise to be jealous.

Ili is following me up against Nell saying, "It's okay to be good, he won't get mad".

(Parenting halves)

I'm smiling, but I don't know what it is, this is a slave, you know, they're gonna sell it someday, I guess.

"Um" and someone came in at that time.

Lutz the cook.

"Shh, pig," he said, giving Yuffi a chop.

"Lutz, it's time for the second half."

"Yes, the slaves seem to have finished carrying meat, and they are finishing it too"

"You're capable, Lutz! Come on, let's go bake!

"Yes, thank you!

Just in time.

Take Lutz out of the tent. In doing so, I look back and just lightly instruct them, "It's time to get ready for a song or something".

"Speaking of Lutz"

There are a lot of things we need to talk about for once. "I don't know," he answered, "I cut out a story about the raid that happened during this time.

"Remember that incident where you were raided?

"Yeah, well, yesterday today,"

"Well, I didn't know who the killer was after all."

As soon as I told him so, Rutz's face became a little cloudy. It would be a natural reaction. I don't know who attacked him, because that means he could be targeted in the future.

"I went to the tower jail today to make sure. Female bandit Poulan's people resented him and attacked Lutz, or a taste of" fanatics, "a fellow demon Jazeera. Then you say you don't know the female bandit Poulain."

"... does that mean that after all, the reason I was attacked remains mysterious"

I only replied "Well, I will" to Rutz's question.

He closed his eyes once and kept his mouth shut.

It is an unpleasant story. I'd like to reassure him if I could. But all this, I couldn't help it either.

But after a while, he laughed, "Well, I'll cook."

"I hate to be stabbed, but, well, maybe it's better not to cook. Why didn't you cook! Like."

That felt like the growth of Lutz that was backwards.

"... dude, you're starting to say. Are you a popular cook? Yes, that's what I meant."

"No, to Mr. Ariosh."

"Oh, you're definitely going to eat it"

And the two of us laugh. "Well, let's cook the meat," he excerpted briefly, "Oh, yeah," but it just got me thinking a little bit.

(... when did this guy get so strong)

Find a dream, will you? Or decide to be prepared to drink mud, will it?

Either way, I thought it was a little dazzling.