Chapter 237: 237 236. Letter and Stomach Medicine

"At the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, this time we made this one the 'Chamber of Commerce crest'"

The one depicted on the parchment that Ivano hands is a black dog with red flowers on his back.

And he is a dog with flowers on his back, which made it smaller in monochrome.

This is a tattoo artisan shaping the object Dahlia was drawing into a stamp.

They are both quite well-dressed and very impressive.

"... well, that's a nice print."

Gouid, who received two parchments, narrowed his eyes and laughed.

This is a separate residence of the Scalfalotto family, its rooms.

He scissors the low table and sits on the couch with him.

The sculpture was brilliantly adjusted and the carpet under my feet, which I thought was too long, became accustomed to when I realized it.

The only thing I can't get used to is having a conversation with the man in front of me.

"Wolfe's already seen this Chamber of Commerce crest, isn't he?

"Yes, Chairman and Dear Wolfe, this is the Chamber of Commerce crest that you two have decided to take. They originally said it was an embroidery called" back stitching "by Wolfe."

"When it comes to 'back-sewing', the knighthood folks used to say -"

As Gouad tilted his face, a squire with rusty hair walked over.

"'Back Seam' is a simple embroidery of the back, that at the beginning of the kingdom, when the knight went to the battlefield, a close woman stabbed him in the hope of returning safely. They say," I want to protect your back, "" I'll protect the house while you're gone. "

"I see. That's why the Knights admire it."

"I didn't know that. I thought it was like a safety prayer for an expedition..."

I was a little surprised by Jonas' explanation.

Well, not as much as when Darya gave me this drawing.

"This Chamber of Commerce crest...... Wolfe is going to quit the Demon Crusade Squad?

"I don't think so. If you're going to stop, why don't you talk to Mr. Gouid first before you decide?

"No, there's a lot going on there... there might be something called momentum, right?

"... I don't think so"

It's a conversation between two sidekicks and a silent voice, but they're not wearing anti-bugging magic gear either. I can hear the table round about.

I don't seem alert, but I have a little difficulty expressing myself (kao) in content.

"I apologize for speaking to you, but the chairman sent me a letter. He also asked for a favor from Mr. Wolf."

"Well, I'll read it right away."

Ivano will be so sorry while I give the letter to Gouid, who I gladly said.

Because I already know what it is.

Gouid's face, which he began to read with a smile, soon solidifies like a mask.

When I finished reading it, I handed it to Jonas without turning around. Jonas follows the letters with his eyes silently.

"Did Wolff say he wanted to put the groundbreaking materials and dots made by Lord Rossetti behind his armor when sewing his back..."

It's unusual for this man, and his unseen disappointment is everywhere.

"It's very interesting. Now yellow slime."

I was strangely impressed by the rust-eyed man who said without changing one expression.

When I was first explained by Darya, I laughed in vain.

Blue slime of waterproof cloth, green slime of underwear/breeze cloth (Auratello) and yellow slime.

If Slime has spoken, Darya is not surprised to be called a 'resentful enemy' or a 'lodging enemy'.

"Ivano, I'd like to ask you one thing. Is there a vocational consciousness that a folk magic conductor 'has to try to grant magic to anything'?

"No, not a magic conductor, that our chairman tends to develop like that, or that he has a hobby..."

I'm worried about explaining this.

I remembered Carlo as a comparison, but he was laughing at the drinker he went to with himself, putting an ice demon stone on a metal glass, freezing the liquor completely instead of chilling it.

I just know Darya looks just like her, whether she magically grants it to anything or not.

Next, I tried to remember Osvaldo, a magic conductor as well.

But I've never seen him magically impart it around there. After careful calculation, all I know is the image that I will definitely create in my workshop.

I can't compare as if I could.

"Dr. Dalya will be revealed to be a very research-oriented magician."

Gouid glimpsed Jonas, who summed it up beautifully, in its blue.

Then let your shoulders loosen and exhale shallow.

"As far as I'm concerned, I saw this Chamber of Commerce crest and expected a bit of a 'different side'..."

"Yeah, you'd think so if you saw that Chamber of Commerce crest, wouldn't you? I also asked the chairman."

I said bitterly to Gouid, who rarely saw a complete agreement of opinion.

"Oh, my God?

"I'm afraid in a rude way to Mr. Wolfe - 'Would you like to make Mr. Wolfe his exclusive business now?' And I heard the paper with the Chamber of Commerce crest in one hand."

"What about Lord Rossetti?

"'If you retire from the Demon Crusade Troop one day, I hope you will,' he said. That was my usual smile."

Neither when he had given me the flowers and the dog's Chamber of Commerce crest as a draft, nor when he asked me this, did Dahlia have any little light. I mean - it's not even up to consciousness.

The next time I get a chance to have a drink with a brunette, I just want to pour a glass of booze in my eyes.

"... that sounds like a very long story ahead of us."

"It's only been about six months since I met you, so I was wondering if I could help you."

"Six months?... Oh, I did. Thank you. I can't blame you."

Same as Gouid on this.

Darya and Wolfe, looking at those two, they illusion us to be together for a long time.

But I haven't been in the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce for six months, I'm a Young Leaf Chamber of Commerce member, and I'm vice president.

We just have to take the time to grow up.

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"Now, to the revelation of the Chamber of Commerce crest of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, we can do it together in this mansion, together with a meeting of new materials that might be available for weapons, and an introduction to our arms development department. Should I call Lord Jeddah, the Commercial Guild Director, Augusto the Adventurer Guild?

"Yes. In addition, I would like you to call Fort, the head of the garment guild."

"Fine. Then maybe some of you should be familiar with the slime and the underside of the armor."

It's getting bigger than when I made the five-finger socks, but at this point, it would be nice to talk fast.

It should be noted that some people, including myself, will think about stomach pain later.

"Oh, yeah. Master Berniege, who entered the arms division, was a former deputy captain of the Demon Crusade Force, a former Marquis of Drazzi, and I have to call you there."

"... Lady Dorazzi, is it"

I did my best to make a look (kao), but did I make it?

Speaking of the Dorazzi family, this is Marcella's father's house, previously taught by Jildo.

I'm talking about Gouad. It would not be a coincidence to call here the grandfather of Marcella, Bernige, the former Marquis.

But it's not something I should ask.

Slowly sipping tea and then raising her gaze, her deep blue eyes were observing herself.

"I compliment you, Ivano. I'm surprised you already knew about the Dorazzi family..."

"I can't take that word from you. Because I couldn't seem to make my face in time."

"I think you're pretty good at fixing your face though. By the way, may I ask who the information about Master Berniege is from?

"I hope you'll forgive me for that..."

It's probably been spotted, but I can't name Zildo.

To himself, who answered cloudly, Gouid lifted his mouth angle loosely.

"I don't mind. So... now, if I say," I put my balls on you, "do I offend you?

"... eh"

You bastard.

Now I want to compliment myself for not putting upset in my voice and face.

Reflect and confirm.

The compliment just now, if it meant 'whether you know the Dorazzi family itself', was of no consequence.

If I were to reply, I would have been right around 'I only know your name'.

It is in the form of a light scratch on Gouad's playful induction interrogation.

"... No, I didn't want to. Thank you Professor, Dear Gouid."

"Don't be so offended. I just thought you should remember these interactions too. Even if the facial expressions (kao) can be made, they often collapse with subsequent questions of trigger. And then suddenly, after the conversation is over, you have a hand in turning it back. Once you decide to set it up, it's about going through it anyway. Especially for unreliable opponents."

"I'll remember very well. And what can I do for someone I trust?

"It's about just cracking your mouth. If they had the strength, it would be easier to cry and get help."

The hard part is whether a man who tells you that in a kind voice can be trusted or not.

"Back to the story, Master Bernige knows about Marcella, and he tells Marcella how it happened. Both sides, pretend you don't know because we talk about it as it is and we don't give you a name. And do you want to tell this story to Chairman Rossetti?

"No, I haven't thought about it at the moment"

Gouid nodded lightly to himself, answering with a slightly stiff voice.

If you listen to this story, Darya will probably be in an attitude.

Even to know that, it would be muscular to hear it from Marcella, a friend, not from his fellow worker himself.

"Nevertheless, Lord Rossetti is very active, but you are quite something too. I'm a little surprised to hear that you, without a title, have become close enough to summon the Viscount's Lord Fort and each other."

It is true that the garment guild leader's default was a friendship due to excessive tortuosity.

I haven't even hidden it outside, so it's not weird if Gouid knows.

But I didn't think they'd talk about it here.

Incidentally, Fort and a strange sense of fellowship sprouted because we were both subjected to freezing intimidation by the man in front of us - but I don't appreciate it on this.

"The default is to drink cheap liquor."

"I'm so proud of you. So much so that I want you to mix it up there."

You definitely don't think, stop with your stomach wanting to say that, and Ivano laughs back, too.

I feel like I can't just be friends with this guy.

And I don't want to be honest.

"Sometimes cheaper alcohol is better than cold fine wines. If it suits your mouth,"

Intimidation on a glass one-handed gouade, I'll try to answer that as I remember it.

I meant to be a little sarcastic, but he never changed his complexion at all.

It is natural that an easy-going drink that can also be described as foolish is better than a drink full of rush and tension.

But we can't drink like that with each other.

In the first place, Goood wouldn't be willing to drink with himself like that.

"Well - you put some effort into Ivano. Lord Rossetti, where one person is in trouble, imitate the way our brother pushes from behind. I don't know if it's a substitute, but do you have anything for me now?

"Right...... I want a good stomach pill"

Since entering the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, business has been the funniest.

But sometimes it stings and stings in my stomach - no, sometimes.

Most importantly, I don't want to think I'm too cautious because the situation is the same from the commercial guild chief and his wife to the clothing guild chief.

The man in front of me is always affordable and calm. Even if I break my expression about Wolfe, my brother occasionally, I'll be right back.

A soft voice and an opaque grin that won't let you read inside your belly is like a trademark.

Root nobility, accustomed to rushing and verbal traps, he wouldn't know such stomachaches.

"Jonas, would there have been a stomach medicine arrival?

"Yes, I'm in today"

"It's an imported product from a neighboring country, with a cow's gallbladder stomach medicine. I'll give it to you on the way home."

"Thank you. I hope it works."

Gouid laughed as usual at himself for already wanting to hold his stomach.

"It works very well. I can't let go of this place either."

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