After four days of journey, the carriage of the furniture workshop Diaco arrived safely in Kilmaia.
It appears that Borchi will hold business talks with business partners over the next two days.
It appears that the new products, loaded on the wagons, will actually be seen returning to Ibro, where new orders will be taken, production will begin, and once large quantities are completed, they will be shipped out.
While conducting business negotiations, payment for delivered products will also be collected.
"In other words, there is a lot of cash on the way home. It doesn't matter if you need to be more careful. The money will be deposited into the account of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry."
I thought if you didn't bring a lot of cash you wouldn't have to worry about being attacked by thieves, but since there are people on the boat even if you don't have cash, it seems they will kidnap you and hold you for ransom.
For example, in the Diaco furniture workshop incident, Elisa was used as a hostage to make Borzi pay the ransom, and two others were used as hostages to extract the ransom from the workshop.
Thieves mostly operate on remote highways, but kidnappers seem to take advantage of breaks in the city to carry out kidnappings, so I didn't let my guard down.
The day after arriving in Kilmaya, I was the only one escorting the Borzi family.
Shuer will return to his hometown and report to his relatives that he conquered Zuozong and avenged his cousin.
I also went with him to fill in the gaps in Schuler's report.
If it is Shu'er's hometown, there seem to be many people with strong martial arts skills. I also want to go there, but today we will focus on escorting them.
"Although I am a guard, I am only careful on the way from the hotel to my business partners."
The companies that run Diaco furniture workshops are first-class companies, so there is no need to pay attention to the inside of the venue.
After leaving the inn, the carriage entered a back street and entered through the side entrance of Graz Company.
When the carriage pulled up near the building's back door, craftsmen would erect a flight of stairs that led to the loading platform.
"This carriage is like a mobile showroom."
Boruz and Elisa came down from the cabin, and the butler Keen walked into the office carrying a big bag.
Eugen, the owner of the Graz trading house who greeted us, was a zebra man about 40 years old, with the air of a successful man.
The clear way of speaking, the smile without any irony, the elegant manners I want my father to share 1/10 of this, no, even 1/50.
Unintelligible speech pattern, mean giggle, strange behavior for a father who seems to collect all the bad things about cat people and just seems to like him.
When Fox first arrived at the base, he was a little nervous about the tank members, but recently he seems to have gotten used to it.
“After all, their surroundings will reflect their attitude.”
If Fox can converse normally with members of the Chariot, he can speak just fine while doing his job.
While the business negotiations were going on, I stood in the corner of the room with Kean, the butler, exposed to the judgmental gaze of a Sai man who seemed to be Eugen's bodyguard.
"Are you about the same age as Eugen, or are you a little older than Eugen?"
His clothes were more like those of a butler than an adventurer, but it was clear from his clothes that he had unusual muscles.
With our Gad's refined consciousness, if we were to become his enemy, we would probably end up in a tough battle.
He imitated Schuller, pretending to be calm and not focusing on anything, but his beard was tingling.
After pleasantries were exchanged, the delivered products were settled, and the outlines of the new products explained, we headed to the carriage to inspect the actual products.
In the corridor from the reception room to the carriage, a Sai bodyguard walked up to me and started talking to me.
"Aren't the usual guards here?"
"Yeah, I have other things to do today."
"careless."
"Aren't you careful?"
"Ah, I don't think it's crazy to hand over escort duties to a cat-man and then go somewhere else."
The bodyguard Sai looked down at me with a stunned look on his face and said.
"Well, if I were the only guard, such a reaction wouldn't be unreasonable."
I was a little annoyed, but unlike the guild's tavern, I couldn't cause any trouble, so I remained silent when Keen, the butler walking beside me, spoke.
"Thank you for your concern, Lord Thalberg.
"Hou, I'm sorry about this."
"The two of them were smiling on the surface, but they seemed to be having a lot of trouble."
"Keane looked at me the same way when he saw me at the meeting point on the first day."
We waited outside the carriage while Bortesi presented the object and continued negotiations.
As I waited, Thalberg seemed to be standing next to me and throwing some sort of fist pump.
"Well, even if we fight, it's just a threat, and I probably don't intend to fight, but just in case, we'd better put up a thick shield."
As the business negotiations progressed, the craftsmen who were outside the carriage with us were called to explain the products.
There was a loud noise, and Thalberg frowned and pressed the back of his right hand.
"Thalberg, what's that sound?"
"Uh, I think I heard it from outside. Do you want to take a look?"
"No, it's okay. Please be there to protect me."
"Understood"
It seemed like he was standing side by side, trying to stop the backfist to my nose, hitting my shield with full force.
"She tried to threaten me but she looked like she had swallowed a bitter insect."
"what have you done..."
"Adventurers don't show their hands easily."
"Well you're not just a cat lover, are you?"
Seeing Thalberg's scrutinizing gaze again, Keen, standing on the other side of me, smiled and puffed up his chest.
"Yeah, Keane has nothing to brag about."
The business meeting seemed to have ended well, and it looked like they were going to have lunch at a restaurant that Eugene had recommended.
While the Eugenes, Borzi, and their daughter Elisa ate in a private room of the restaurant, Keene and I sat against the wall.
Just looking at the full set of 7 or 8 dishes, from appetizers to desserts, is already extremely painful.
It appeared that Haig, the driver, and the two craftsmen were having dinner in a separate room.
I wanted to block it with my shield, but there was a good smell coming from somewhere, and my stomach made a pitiful growl.
"At this time, I seriously thought about whether I should wash my feet as an adventurer."
"Ugh, you're like a stray cat in a back alley."
Thalberg's stomach growled loudly when he laughed at me.
"Did you say something? Your belly is too big, I can't hear you clearly."
"Ahem, it's nothing."
"A man in his 40s is not cute even when he is sulking."
"Look, look, my employer, Mr. and Mrs. Eugen, couldn't hold back their laughter and choked on their food."
"Even so, I'm still hungry and I might collapse if I continue to be a chaperone for the next business meeting."
On the way, Keen dropped his bag and left the room, but did not come back for a while.
"I thought you went to the bathroom, but I didn't want you to finish your meal in the back."
I'll curse you for stubbing your little toe into the corner of your closet every day.
Although maintaining a subtle distance from Thalberg, the time spent looking at the scenery of customers dining felt absurdly long.
"The bodyguards are all starving. It's really pitiful."
When Bolz and others left their seats after finishing their meal, Keane finally came back.
Keane held two small cardboard boxes, handed one to Solberg and said something.
"Please eat later."
"I'm sorry about this"
Thalberg, floating overhead, took the box with a broken expression.
"It looks like Keane ordered takeout."
"In that case, let's pray that Chabashira can stand upright every day." If Chabashira stood up, wouldn't the pain in the little finger be offset?
"Mr. Hua Wuming, please go to the next business meeting while eating."
"Thanks"
The carton gave off a pleasant smell and my stomach let out a pitiful growl, but it was drowned out by the rumble of the Tallberg belly bug.
Exchanged a smile with Thalberg.
It seems that neither veteran nor newcomer can bear the pain of hunger.
