Regarding the evolution of the trash skill 「prediction」 into 「everything I say becomes true」Living a

"What are you guys. Why are you only two here?

"I don't know."

You don't know that.

Nothing. I'm acting separately when I'm done.

"One was contacted yesterday that he was ill. What happened to the other three?

"I don't know."

So he said he didn't know that.

"You two can pile up 3,000 bricks, you guys."

"I can't."

"Then what do you think we should do?

"I don't know."

So it's not our responsibility or our job.

Until yesterday, I think I was worried about what to do.

For some reason, I don't care at all today.

When I look at the old man worker, it's something mundane.

Maybe the supervisor feels in trouble and thinks he won't do something about it.

"But well. Even if you just stand there like this, you have no choice. You two get as many bricks as you can. How much can you do?

Old worker, look at my face. [M]

I answered clearly. [M]

Five hundred, sir.

"What? Only 500? Don't be silly!"

"I'm told to pick up 500 bricks a day and get five big copper pennies."

"That's normal, isn't it? Can't you see it's an emergency right now?

Uh, angry, angry.

In the first place, you made a mistake yesterday.

I was just supposed to pile up 500 pieces, but as the supervisor said, I couldn't help but think about 600 pieces.

Sure, there were good things about civil engineering skills being D-ranked, but it turned out unconvincing as a job.

My job is to pack 500 bricks a day.

Because I did something to stick it out, it turned out to be an unconvincing result.

So don't stick out today, I decided to do my job as usual.

"So, how many can you stack?

Five hundred, sir.

"Don't be ridiculous! Even yesterday I would have stacked 600 pieces. We could do more."

Five hundred, sir.

The supervisor is staring at our face.

Old man, the workers can't say anything just because they're mundane.

"I get it. What are you trying to say? Money. I want money if it piles up a lot, that's what it is, isn't it? Okay, I get it. Seven big copper coins. So how many can you stack?

"It's 500. The wage is five big copper coins."

"Are you nuts? 500, 500. Are you a parrot or something? I guess I can only say the same thing."

Five hundred, sir.

"Enough!

Oh. Supervisor, it's dead.

You're really the only person I can think of at my own convenience.

In the end, this day's work is gone.

If the superintendent wants to go home, he'll have to go home.

"That's why. Isn't there a crime scene you're about to let in?

After I get back from the scene, I'm coming to the civil guild.

So I'm explaining what just happened and asking if there's another job.

It's the usual receptionist who's handling it.

He's a little guy about twenty years old and everyone calls him "receptionist".

"That was terrible. You can't have that supervisor. I've been getting complaints from the workers for a long time."

"I guess so, then."

"It's like he used to oversee slaves. If you order me to be a slave, I can handle it. If you're told you're not convinced you're a regular worker, it's only natural that you won't be here the next day."

"Right. It's just hard not having a job for a day, so can you introduce me to another crime scene?

"Absolutely. I'm sure you can count on it."

I've been loading 500 bricks every day for two years.

I've managed to keep working, even if I'm slightly ill, and I've never had a break at one time.

Of course, I can't work on a rainy day, but in that case, I was doing it instead on Sunday.

Sometimes people ask me to do a scene that seems a little difficult because it seems to attach credit when I'm sure I'm doing that.

You're welcome at any crime scene because I'm asking for it today.

"Something like a private house with an atelier. I'm behind schedule that the design is tricky. Will you go?"

"Sure, I'd love to"

I don't know, I lost about two hours.

It was time for lunch break in two hours when we got to the new scene.

"Hello, I was told to come here in the earthly guild"

"Whoa. You're a brick loader."

"Yes."

The next supervisor looks like a good guy.

Good.

"Just now, I want you to load this place up like this,"

I'm drawing a line to the ground. It draws curves instead of straight and is S-shaped.

Heh, you're loading it in an unusual way.

"I want it to be a beautiful curve because this is where I plan to be an atelier."

"Okay."

"I wonder how much it's going to pile up today alone"

Five hundred, sir.

"We can pile up that much. Shorter than usual."

"I can handle it"

Yeah. I would still be able to stack 500 yesterday by sundown if I could stack 500 faster.

I hate to be told a lot of weird supervisors are loaded, but I'm glad you're a good talker.

"I want to make an atelier and alchemize it quickly. I asked for it."

Alchemist? Well, I guess this slender, slightly taller man is an alchemist.

You're not the supervisor, you're the husband of this house.

"I'll take care of it. It's loaded with beautiful curves."

I'm glad you're feeling good and loaded with bricks.

Your husband seems like a good man, too.

But this feels good. Load of bricks.

I couldn't have loaded 500 pieces without anything.