49 Episode 49: The village girl has the scent of Green Gables.txt (2/2)

You can ride a horse!

I can count the money.

'The gardener. I can do yard work.

'I'm in the village vigilante group, so I can fight monsters. My vocation is a pikeman.

I'll take care of the smoking!

'She's the stableman's daughter, so it's definitely a bargain. Yes, sir.

Merchant, is it true that you'll get five silvers?

I'm a seamstress. I can mend things, and if I have cloth, I can make clothes too!

I'll take care of the pickles for you.

And so on and so forth, there is a great variety of people. I don't know if it's the magic of 5 silver coins, but they are all very motivated.

However, this time we used a rather simple selection method - although not a very good one - and that narrowed it down considerably.

I'm not sure if it's a good idea to have them work with you as my slaves, but it's not a problem, is it?　I guess that makes me a senior citizen, in case you're wondering.

That said, I just introduced Deanna and Marina, but it had a dramatic effect against the naive villagers.

-- though the effect was much different than I thought it would be.

I just told them to keep their heads up, and kept them next to me during the interview.

Marina was the same no-ho-hon, as usual, but Deanna's was too intimidating, or divine, or the presence (aura) she exuded was too great.

Deanna sometimes gives off this kind of supernatural aura, but for some reason it was especially strong this time, and the young kids couldn't bear Deanna's colorless gaze and dropped out more and more - for personal reasons - and It's done.

I know I told you to stand tall, but you don't have to be a king or anything like that ....... I should have told him to stay put .......

To put it bluntly, the reason for the two of them being in the same room (due to the incident with the chubby merchant) was that I wanted to choose a girl who wouldn't be averse to finding out that Marina, a Turk, was a colleague. ...... How did this happen: .......

The girls who went out were like, ”Oh, I can't work with that stern-looking Elf-sama! I can hear her blurt out things like, ”E...... they say if you're rude to an elf-sama, he'll turn you into a pig, and ......” and ”The Turk boy seemed kind. Deanna's appearance - is it because of her surprisingly good upbringing that she doesn't make fun of her tattoos?

At any rate, maybe she doesn't have the gall to work with the ”stern-looking Elf-sama” or maybe there's something else going on, but the young girls have all declined. Aunts and young wives didn't decline. ...... Something is wrong .......

'Hmmm ....... Deanna, did you do some kind of magic?　It's something about the pressure of your gaze that I can't bear, and the younger kids keep withdrawing from it.

'It's an accusation. I didn't do anything.

Deanna, in her own right, is a shill.

Hmmm ....... I told her to behave herself, so she was just behaving as she said she would: ...... and the little girl who was overwhelmed by it all was just running away on her own: ......

'But hey, for some reason, only the young ones all declined. Out of fear of Deanna.

You shouldn't hire a girl who's going to drop out after that, Master.

That much (・・・・・) must have been something you did after all!

No!

Besides, ............ your master has no scruples when it comes to girls.

And there was even an unprovoked rant!

Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't moan about an innocent, makeup-less country girl!

Oh ...... this girl is a diamond in the rough ....... I don't know if I remember saying something like, ”I'd really like to polish .......

But what can you do? I just got a little carried away.

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'Oh, um, ....... Merchant, would you be willing to interview my daughter as well?

After that, I gave Deanna a stern warning (I just asked her to be quiet) and the interview went smoothly.

When I was about to start the selection process, a hard-looking woman in her 40's came through the door with a pasted-on smile on her face.

She wanted me to interview her daughter, but the daughter, who was all she needed, waddled over and tugged at her mother's sleeve and complained that she couldn't do it, that she was too old for the job, that she was too old for the job, and that she was too dumbfounded to be interviewed.

She has an unevenly cut short bob and gray hair with bangs that are long enough to cover her eyes.

'Yes. You'll still be fine.

When she affirmed that she was, the mother came in, rubbing her hands. The daughter wanders around the entrance.

My daughter has ability, but she is very shy, you know. I'm ashamed to say that I, as a mother, brought her here, but she wouldn't move even when I told her to go.

Then the mother leaves her daughter behind and starts talking. The smile that's stuck on is scary, this guy. It's not like his eyes aren't smiling or anything: ....... The same eyes as those mothers I've seen on TV before who are trying their best to make their children into celebrities.

While I was thinking, ”I guess I shouldn't get involved in this ......,” the mother's sales pitch continued.

I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that my daughter's vocation is the only one in this village that is a scribe. Naturally, she reads and writes perfectly, and her handwriting has been praised in town for its beauty. And of course, I can take care of the house and horses. I've even cooked enough to interest me as a mother: ......

The mother, with her daughter wandering around behind her with her eyes wandering to her odo, laid out her daughter's sales pitches, but she stopped talking when she noticed something.

'What ............?　Why Rebecca? ......

He was there from the beginning. Mr. Belka.

Rebecca-san responds with a smirk. Apparently, this Belka-san didn't realize that Rebecca-san was there.

Hmm?　What was the problem with Rebecca's presence?　Well, you can ask Rebecca about the details later.

The mother's machine gun talk was cut off, so we asked her to leave, saying that we would let her talk to her daughter to decide. Belka-san left with great regret (she never forgets to blast her daughter half to death with a threat).

However, there are people like that in this world too. If there was a school or something, I wonder if they'd become monster parents: .......

Anyway, the only thing left to do is to ask the gray-haired girl who is still wandering around the entrance a couple of questions, and then we'll get on with the selection of my maids!