Chapter 407: 407 Additive-free episode 62 at the church in the morning

"Well..."

Bertina was chirping in the church lounge.

No, I was crying.

"... My whole body hurts."

Bertina also appeared to be suffering from muscle pain the next day without a day's delay.

You're still young, Bertina.

Bertina, who is suffering from muscle pain, says, "Excuse me for dressing like this," and sits on her chair all the time.

There are anxious-looking children swarming around it.

I don't think any of these kids have muscle pain.

"Are you all right, Sister?"

"I'm sorry to have troubled you... if I say it's all right..."

Smile bitterly at the worried Norma and bend her eyebrows into a figure of eight.

"My arm hurts so much that I can't eat..."

That seems to be the hardest thing for Bertina.

The breakfast was served quickly, warmly and accurately, thanks to the efforts of the Natalia-led Gorgeous Servants.

sit down a crowd of kids in Bertina to eat

Bertina won't allow a number of kids to say, "I'll feed my sister."

This mother can't afford to put the kids' food behind her.

So, naturally, Bertina's sweetheart is narrowed down.

"I'm sorry, Jeanette, but could you feed me?"

"Excuse me, Sister," I'd love to do so... but I can't improve my skills..."

"…………."

At times like this, Jeanette was always helping Bertina, but today she was stuck with severe muscle pain.

I can barely sit in a chair alongside Bertina.

A mother and a daughter who looked in the same direction and remained motionless looked like dolls. They're both princesses, aren'

"I can't help it," I'll feed you."

"Yasilo?"

If it were true, the chief waiters would be better at this, but Bertina wouldn't want to cause trouble to the people of other wards, and if she had been fed around Natalia... it could look like a caregiver." Look, the apron in the waitress's suit makes Mr. Helper look like a baby.

"Are you sure?"

"I don't have to worry about it, do I? Besides, manual work is a man's role."

"I can't believe it's a hard job,"

No, no, Bertina. I'm laughing, but... how many round trips do you think you're going to make? Between the bowl and the mouth.

"Magda asks for Jeanette."

"I don't mind," By myself...

"...touching,"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"... Magda will feed you."

"Oh... please, please."

If your muscles hurt enough to make you scream just by touching them, let them eat quietly and rest your muscles.

You're going to wear out your little muscles.

Muscles and Cooper ligaments are important.

"Loretta takes care of the children,"

"Leave it to me!"

"Delia, Paula, Neferry."

"Oh!"

"What?"

"Say anything,"

"Loretta will probably do it, so please follow her."

```All right!'

"You're all terrible!? I'm a girl of the line who can carry out her duties properly!"

Bertina and Jeanette The two tops, the base of the children's hearts, are too sick to move. If you have a lot of older sisters to turn to, you'll feel a little less anxious.

"And Norma,"

"I know," I suppose you'll have to take care of the dishes with the chief waiters?"

"No, I have a baby, so give me a breast."

"It's not coming out!"

"By the way, I'm thirsty, too,"

"So I won't... I won't give it to you if I said.

Well, I thought you were in the right place.

"Mr. Jiro,"

Bertina's cheeks bulged right in front of her.

Bertina with a pretty face.

"Hey! I'll do my best to serve you instead of repentance."

"Now... please."

Hopefully this will reduce some of the guilt and restraint.

I held my chopsticks for boiled food first, and it was cool.

"Isn't it cold, Bertina?"

"Yes, I don't mind."

"No, I can't," I can't move, so I get cold easily. Hey, boys! Bring me a lap blanket and a stall."

`Yes!'

It's very cold this morning.

Even though I'm indoors, it's chilly in a large lounge. The cold should be well protected.

Also, it seems that muscle pain will heal faster if you warm up your body and promote blood circulation.

"And lend it to Jeanette."

"No, I,"

"I asked you, boys,"

`Yes!'

You can't be so reserved at times like this.

An older boy and a steady girl run off together.

You're taking the initiative, I'm impressed.

I get a lap blanket and a stall from the two who dash back, and I'll put them on Bertina and Jeanette.

Put a stole over your shoulder and a lap blanket around your waist."Thank you very much. It's very warm."

It's like an old woman... no, it's nothing to see her sitting in a chair and wearing a lap blanket.

Well, maybe I'll make a rocking chair next time.

No, it doesn't mean much.

Bertina is young, Bertina is young, Bertina is young Bertina is young.

So don't stare at me like, "Huh? Did you just say something?" I didn't say anything, and I didn't think anything.

"Yasilo, were you okay with muscle pain?"

"Oh, thanks to the pick-up muscles, I've been able to move in my own way."

"A pick-up muscle?"

I'll tell you not to worry about Bertina. It's a joke with no scientific basis.

"Huh. But I feel a little better when Mr. Jiro spoils me."

"Oh, that's what I thought,"

"Genet, too?"

"Yes. ... Eh, I had my hair combed today."

"Well, that's sloppy. I had a hard time this morning."

My mother and daughter have such a conversation, and they accuse me of sloppy, Mr. Yashiro. That's why I'm feeding you like this. It's a special service.

What a luxury! You can't really feel the service you enjoy!

This needs a little punishment, doesn't it?

"Well, what do you do with onigiri... it's impossible to cut them whole with chopsticks, and it's hard to cut them into small pieces."

"Well, you can grab it,"

"Is that all right?"

"I don't care if it's Jiro's hand."

"And will you flutter down to the grain of rice on my finger?"

"Well, that's... by yourself,"

I can't move, so I can't turn my face away, and I puff my cheeks out in spite of myself.

What a lovely resistance!

Listen, Bertina.

If you've been helped by someone else, be grateful. And return the thanks as neatly as possible. It's something of value or equivalent information or service.

I wonder what kind of return I'll get.

`Good morning!'

"Good morning,"

Oh, those stupid and tongue-tongued voices -- Barbara and Teresa, as I expected.

"Oh, it smells good. Do you have a Sister? . . . . . . . What are you doing?"

Barbara walks into the lounge and rolls her eyes when she sees me helping Bertina.

"Good morning, Mr. Barbara and Mr. Teresa,"

"Good morning, Sister,"

`Oh, come on, come on!'

Hey Barbara, can you say hello now?

"Actually, I can't move because of muscle pain, so Mr. Yashiro is helping me to eat."

"Oh, my muscles hurt! My baby was groaning this morning, too. I hear you're taking a break from the field today."

To be sorry

I don't seem to have mastered the honorific language yet.

"Mr. Barbara, have you eaten?"

"Huh? Oh, no. Not yet."

Barbara scratched her head in response to Jeanette's question.

"You can't cook breakfast because you can't move. and I thought a Sister would have something to eat."

Barbara says she came to talk to him if he had any bread like the one she ate at the athletic meet.

He won't even be able to cook easily.

However, bread as offered in the bread race has not yet come into the world.

Even if it were in the church, the black bread of the cutlass would be the best.

"Oh, my God... in this case, I shouldn't have brought home yesterday's food."

Barbara still has few options to turn to in times of need.

The church was probably a relatively easy place to ask for Teresa.

"Then would you like to have it with you?" Magda made a lot of things for us."

Jeanette smiles with her immovable body.

Magda and the others seem to have no particular objection, and that's the kind of atmosphere they can do.

"Is that all right?"

"Yes. Please put your share in the bowl and bring it home later."

It's still early in the morning.

Totto and Sheryl will still be asleep.

Bertina once told me that Teresa gets up early because she wants to greet Barbara in the morning. It seems that he himself said so.

It is also Teresa's important job to wake up Barbara in time for the morning farm work. ...you're not woken up, sister.

That's why Teresa is strong in the morning.

"Well, will you let me eat, Teresa?"

"Yes! Eat!"

"Both of you," `I'll have it,'

"...yes,"

"Ah!"

Barbara and Teresa, obedient to Bertina's suggestions.

`Do you want to have it?'

`Oh!'

"No, it's hard."

Bertina laughs bitterly at Barbara's insane interpretation.

"Barbara, shall we treat ourselves?"I'll tell you, in plain language, that he'll be under a heavy load until "I'm with you."

"Where did you say "I'll Have It"? Are you a fool or a hero?"

"...I'll knock you out without eating, you monkey head."

I don't want you alone to call me stupid.

You're a fool who can't even write 'idiot.'

"Mr. Barbara," Please say it again as Mr. Yashiro said."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

`I'm sorry!'

Yeah yeah

Teresa seems to understand the language as much as she can arrange it herself.

After all, Teresa is smarter. already at this point

"Well, have some," We can't move, and I beg your pardon for dressing like this."

"Do you have muscle pain, too.

"Yes, I'm ashamed,"

Natalia heads for Barbara and Theresa's share of food.

Meanwhile Teresa came into the circle of kids and Barbara into this circle.

"Is the manager and the Sister unable to move, and the hero helping the Sister?"

Hmm?

What do you mean, man?

"I thought you liked the manager because he was always patronizing the manager."

"'What!'"?"

Jeanette and I all shout in surprise.

"But I think you like the Sister better,"

"'Huh!'

This time I and Bertina shouted in the same voice.

What is he saying?

"Arsh, in fact, yesterday I knew my feelings by saying, "I like you." Heh."

Barbara smiles proudly, even though her ears are red.

No, I know. Everyone here was watching at that moment.

"And you like me, don't you? You're going to get married when you grow up."

That's not necessarily the case, but in the broadest sense, isn't it?

"Kachan and Toto got married because they loved each other so much. Yesterday, too, when I told her that my shoulders hurt from being too tense, she -- oh, I was feeding her. It's like a hero is doing it now."

When I was told such a thing by pointing my finger at it, I was sweating mysteriously on my back.

Bertina also snarls and loses her composure.

My eyes are flickering back and forth.

You are reading story The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques at novel35.com

"So what? Heroes like Sister and get married someday!? I already know that!"

Oh my gosh!

Barbara's chest is puffed up with such a thick look that it's almost impossible to say.

I see.

You've got a lot of fun knowing 'I like you.'

I'm in a state of mind where I want to use the words I've just learned.

But...

Be careful of your TPO.

"Mr. Barbara,"

When I put down my chopsticks and started thinking, "Well, how shall I cook?" Bertina, who was supposed to be stuck in muscle pain, stood up.

"Whether it's true or false, consider whether it's a word to say before you make a statement, right?

"... oh!"

Barbara says whatever she thinks.

I see, have you already been warned where we don't know?

Nevertheless, Barbara made the same mistake in front of Bertina.

Well, that's not it.

What a reward for having a happy, full recovery with a feeling of excitement about love!

"...come to the confession room." I'll tell you before breakfast."

"No, sir... I'm sorry..."

"Now, hurry up,"

"...what!"

Barbara is speechless at Bertina's goddessly smile.

I can't help it. The smile on Bertina's face was not of divinity, but of the goddess of ruin, who gave off a sinister aura.

Hunger and muscle pain are delayed, and Bertina, accompanied by Barbara, leaves the lounge.

You move at times like this, my body. Professionalism... too shy to run away from here...

"Well, I'm going to eat too.

Because of Bertina's escape, I was forced to bear this unpleasant atmosphere.

No, I glanced at him and found Jeanette looking rather uncomfortable.

-- that stupid woman!

Have your TPO hammered in.

It's not PTA! It's TPO!

Oh, my gosh.

An hour later, Ines and Deborah returned to their districts.

I have regular work to do today.

Gilberta and Natalia meet up here with their lords, and they have a relaxing cup of tea in the lounge. It may be a rare sight, but the way these guys are relaxing is...

Magda and Loretta took Norma back to the Yodamari-tei.

Jeanette was still stuck, so she took care of the opening preparations for opening the opening.

Since I can't prepare anything today, I've decided to go to the main day of the Okonomiyaki stand.

The hardware guild and the flower arrangement guild seem to be starting this afternoon and will help you in the morning.

The river‐fishing guild is closed today.

Except for restaurants and some guilds, it seems to be relaxing today.

It's the day after the whole day's field day, isn't it?

I wish I could rest at the Yodamari-tei...

"Yasilo said eating out is good when you're tired."

Many families eat out after the athletic meet, because they are tired.

I wonder if I said that.

Anyway, Jeanette seems to have no intention of resting.

It was the same with Cantaltica, who hurried home when she had finished cleaning up.

Neferry also left, saying that his parents had done the morning work at the poultry farm, but that there was no time off to take care of the creatures.

So, Jeanette and I are left in the church with Magdas to prepare for the opening.

I'm taking a break in the lounge to relieve my muscle pain as much as possible before opening. rub one's body, wait for one's muscles to recover Sassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassass...The sky was beginning to brighten up.

A quiet time followed for a while.

"Oh, Mr. Barbara,"

Bertina is puffing up as she chews at the potato, which is soaked in flavor.

It seems that he is still trailing.

Back from the confession room, Bertina is being fed breakfast by Natalia. My assistance was gently refused.

Well, I know how you feel, yes.

Bertina of the devout Alvistan would never have been so much talked about as 'liked' or 'married.' They probably feel a few times more embarrassed than others.

And Barbara was????

"d*mn......mugn......mugging."

`Good, good, good, good, poor, poor,'

"...yes...mumbling..."

"Why?"

"...yeah...gulp."

I cried and ate breakfast and had my sister Teresa rub my back all the time.

It's a pain, isn't it?

If I had been my biological sister, I would have dug a deep hole in the garden and dropped it there, and planted a fine cherry tree on top of it so that it wouldn't crawl out. Every time I look up at cherry blossoms every year, I remember, "Oh, I didn't have an older sister, did I?" Only for about a week in the year.

"Did you get home safe, Mr. Totto?"

"It's all right. Totto is much better than the idiot there."

About twenty minutes ago Totto came to church worrying about Barbara not coming back.

Just as Barbara was confined to the confession room, Totto, who had some idea of the situation, was desperately trying to laugh with a concerned look: "Oh, really... what shall I do, sir.

So Teresa, who was not likely to go home unless she was with her stupid sister, left her here and told her to take only the rice home, and left her with her luggage.

By the time Totto returns, Cheryl will be up.

It may be difficult for Totto to reheat. Well, Norma's boiled food tastes good even if it gets cold.

`Gus......why......thank you for the rice, Tencho...why, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!'

Dirty dirty! Don't slurp!

Oh, so don't hang it down! It's on the rice balls! Oh, my gosh!

"Cry or eat!"

`...I'll eat...'

...Isn't this church a lot of people who put their appetite first?

"Here, the Mock Turtle,"

"Well... my hand is blocked..."

"Well, now..."

a fool's rose holding rice balls in both hands

Eat one by one. Will no one take it... or will Bertina eat it up? What a survival church!

I can't help it, so I crumpled it up and spread the soft paper out to pick Barbara's nose.

Come on, say, "Poop!"

`Well... good-bye.

But be a little more hesitant, girl. That's all I can do.

"I'm not angry at Bertina's sermon, so don't cry any more. All you have to do is reflect and be careful next time."

"...yes,"

"Don't look down. Your eyes are drooping again."

"... yes."

"Here, again,"

I'll dust off Barbara's moist, shiny nose tip.

You've got to look up now. It's drooping.

"Yes... kind..."

"Have you noticed by now?" There are not many gentlemen like me."

"...but Arsi... ...can't marry a hero, no matter how much you like him."

"What!"

"Oh, my gosh, oh, my God.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's easy, isn't it because you like it? Oh, my God!"

You fool...!

"Mr. Jiro, you've been dumped by Mr. Barbara since yesterday."

"I'm not being dumped! No action, but reaction is being thrown at me!"

If you don't go so far as to confess, at least do me a favor, and shake me!"

Even if I get a rejection notice from an audition that I didn't apply for, I'm so dumbfounded!

`I'm sorry, ewww... oh good, onigiri good!'

Don't talk in parallel, stupid.

I was wondering what to do with this annoying crying monkey when a charlatan raccoon popped out of the church window.

"Oh, my dear! You had a good time yesterday, really!"

Percy opens the window and greets me with a flaky face and a flaky voice.

"I don't like it, I heard it was this way when I went to Yodamari-tei...?! What's wrong with you?"

Percy is upset to find Barbara holding her rice balls in tears.

Oh, it's too late to notice. Are you narrow-minded?

"That was yesterday's... well..."

"It's Barbara,"

"Yes, Mr. Barbara,"

You didn't remember his name when he said, "best friend?"

What a fellow! Don't you only see people as steppingstones on your love path? That's terrible. Get stabbed some day.

Such a woman's enemy Percy opens the window beside Barbara and calls out.

"Well, Mr. Barbara," Mr. Barbara,"

"To.........?"

Barbara, oozing through the world with tears, seemed to have no idea for a moment who was there, and seemed to have only seen the other person's face after a large drop of tears."……………………."

There was a faint voice, a fluffy tail, and a ripple all over the body.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!

What's that rock festival vocal scream?

"Good morning. What's wrong with you? Are you crying?"

"Why, why don't you cry?"

Barbara, who had been living with Teresa for a long time, immediately tried to wipe her tears with an apparently strong voice, perhaps because she and Teresa had a strong sense of solidarity -- she found a half-eaten rice ball in their hands.

"Oh, my God!? `Oh my gosh! This is... Ah, you're a glutton!'

What an excuse!

What are you worried about?

"Hahaha. What's that? It's hilarious."

"...."

Barbara, laughed at by Percy, is very depressed.

He looks as if he had lost his love.

"That's all right. I like my daughter who eats a lot of food."

`--?!?'

Barbara rises from the bottom of the earth in an instant and turns this world's spring into a joyful face. ...excessive, his expression.

"And what happened?"

"Nothing,"

Barbara desperately wipes the back of her hand to hide her tears, as Percy gestures to her cheeks, "Are you crying?"

I can't tell you why I'm crying. My sister scolded me.

"Oh, that's right. Come here.

"Well, yes,"

Barbara obeys Percy with a quick beckoning. Slowly approach the window.

Then Parcy's hand patted Barbara on the head.

"If you don't have anything, do you have to cry with me?"

`--?!?'

Barbara's tears drop completely after she caresses her hair.

With his eyes wide open, he breathes hot air out of his half-open mouth. If you could see it, your breath would have been pink.

"Have you stopped crying yet?"

`... (Luck!)'

Barbara desperately shakes her head up and down for a loss of voice.

"Well, you're laughing now, isn'

`... (Luck!)'

"Well, laugh."

`... (Luck!)'

"Promise me,"

`... (Luck!)'

"I'm worried if you cry".

"………………."

There was a strange sound!?

What? Barbara, did you strangle any small animals in your throat?

"Tears are a girl's precious jewelry, so don't waste it, seriously."

"…………………………push~"

The air is leaking!?

Isn't there a hole in it's a hole.

"Oh, that's it, sweetie.

After looking at Barbara and muttering "OK, I stopped crying," Percy comes back to me.

No, no, you haven't been around me for a while. I don't want you to think I know him.

"Anchan asked me to make the first prototype and bring it to you."

"Really!"

"Really... but I'm not sure if this is all right."

Well, it's a prototype.

But Percy's Soates were pretty good.

"Don't do it again the day after the athletic meet."

"Didn't you say that?" 'If I can't make it in time for tomorrow, I'll give you a reward, if I can't make it in time, I'll give you a punishment'! I really tried my best to die!'

"Haha. Did you really take it, that joke?"

"Didn't you look like you were joking,

"I'm kidding. Who's on 'The Reward'?"

"No, that's the only one!? Only 'Cracking' was serious!? Scared, seriously!"

It's a joke.

If you make what I want, I'll give you a decent reward.

For now, I'll invite you to the Late Blossoms Spring Bread Festival in a special seat.

Well, let me make another profit. (a) puff

You can find story with these keywords: The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques, Read The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques, The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques novel, The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques book, The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques story, The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques full, The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques Latest Chapter