74 Lesson Eight: Success and Failure

It's been about six months since I sold out my demon sword at my master's shop.

Rumors of the Devil's Sword spread to neighboring countries, and the customer's legs were no different than they were when they started today.

Stop organizing the ticket system, the Devil's Sword became reserved.

Already, the appointment for the Devil's Sword has been filled up to two years away and we are not currently accepting an appointment.

I stopped organizing tickets and a lot of people came at noon, but Mr. Elsie worked hard for me.

Mr. Elsie's job was such a move as to be perfect.

Thanks to you, you don't have to help me. I manage every day.

Before she became a slave, she used to help out at her parents' store, so she's used to customer service.

I'm really glad she came to the master's shop.

And the store's sales in the last six months were halfway down.

By and large, there was enough money to make the store ten times bigger.

Well, the master said he would never want to renovate it because it's an important store.

And lately, even Fermer seems to have started selling demon swords.

Rumor has it, I used the size of the scale to make a ton of them, but I'm having trouble selling them.

According to a customer who came to the master's shop, there is a difference between heaven and earth in performance compared to the master's demon sword.

Anything, fire can wrap around, but just look.

The sharpness is no different or slightly worse than the sword around there.

Such rumors spread, that those with that sword were made laughers.

Conversely, anyone with a master's sword is envious of him and he gets a glance at him.

Apparently, the master's skills were more amazing than I thought.

Once again, I realized that my proposal was made because I was a master.

SIDE: Fermer Chamber of Commerce

"Sir, excuse me."

"Ooh, how's it selling these days?

A small, plenty fat man swept back on the couch and asked for a report on the weak thin man in front of him.

"Yes. It's always the same."

The skinny man reports to his boss freaking out.

"As usual?

Unlike what he wanted the man who heard the report, he overheard it.

"Yes, sir"

The skinny man had to answer freaking out.

"You made the Devil's Sword in our house, didn't you? Besides, it's cheaper than my brother's."

"Yes. I built a demon sword that was cheap and easy to buy, just like I was told."

"Then why can't you sell it!

"Well, I don't know that either..."

It is a lie...... the man knew why.

But to tell you the truth, the man in front of you will be necked.

I couldn't report it for my own protection.

"Why not? It took you guys six months to invent that demon sword, didn't it? Are you willing to waste that time and money?

"Yes, no..."

"Then just find the cause or think of a way to improve the Devil's Sword!

"Wow, I get it!

I rushed out.

"Damn...... dude! Bring the booze!

"Damn... I can't believe you proposed improvements to the Devil's Sword... even that Devil's Sword was hard to make in the first place, huh? I don't care what the cause is... I can't tell you it's because of the poor performance of the Devil's Sword... what should I do... even though the sales of this store have actually fallen..."

The man who finished reporting to the chairman had his head in front of the door.

Because of the poor performance of the Devil's Sword, the high performance, high quality, which is the Fermer sale I've been cultivating, is starting to be suspected, and the sales are getting worse and worse.

"Ha, the old chairman was worth relying on more... now he's just a golden deceased... looks like he should leave the chairman now... yeah, we just need to get easier"

The man who lived in the store ran away that night with the large sums of money he had saved up to now.

SIDE: Leons

"You made a good fortune today. With all this money, you're gonna be in trouble."

With that said, the master was counting the number of gold coins.

"Isn't that nice? You don't have to worry about money."

"Leo is right. Take care of your money."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Right. I'll make sure you save up."

After all, your master is not fit to make money.

"Speaking of which, I hear the Fermer Chamber of Commerce imitated our demon sword, but it doesn't seem to be selling at all."

"That's right. I'm the only one who can make that one."

I knew it was.

Are you going to say it with confidence......

"Master was more amazing than I thought."

"That's right. More respect."

That's what the master said, and he looked at Doya with his chest stretched to see if this was still the case.

"But I don't think that high technology would have made any sense without me."

"Well, when they say that..."

Suddenly my master's lower back.

"It's a joke. I respect you very much."

"Right or right. As long as I'm happy with that. Nevertheless... he doesn't seem to... if you look at the magic team, you'll know it's not something you can easily imitate."

"Is that your brother?

"Yeah, that guy, his arm's there, but you can slip out of sight. So I'm not supposed to think about imitating and selling this in six months...... do you have a skilled craftsman? Or are you getting old and blind?

"Really... Well, it's that big of a chamber of commerce, so maybe you don't think it's as good as one failure"

Sure, Mr. Elsie's right, if it was that big of a chamber of commerce, I'd worry about about about one failure.

"Right. He's good at business. So maybe it's something to think about."

"That's right. We'll do our best not to crush this store with us!

"Oh, we'll keep working on it"

SIDE: Fermer Chamber of Commerce

"What!? That he's gone!? You're kidding me! What were you guys up to!

I was in a bad mood and the chairman, who was drinking, was yelling at my men.

"Yes. I looked for it...... I can't find it anywhere. However, this letter..."

The young man who was here to report said so and showed him a piece of paper.

"Then just read it out!

"Yes… Lord Chairman, the performance of the Fermer Chamber of Commerce is currently falling. That's also because I was forced to sell out the Devil's Sword. I can't seem to do anything about this situation. So let me quit in the form of taking responsibility. I'm sorry it's in the form of a silent getaway. We wish you every success in your future development of the Fermer Chamber of Commerce."

When I finished reading the letter, the area was quiet.

"Damn... you ran away. Besides, you think you're underperforming? Hey, is that true?

"Yes. A little, but it's falling."

"Ugh, you're lying... there's never been a drop in performance since I took over this store... what do you mean... you, explain!

"Yes. Our demon sword performance is far from Mr. Holland's demon sword performance... and because of that, our impression..."

"You're lying, aren't you? Is your brother's demon sword that great? Bring that demon sword here now!

"Yes!

The man hurried to get the Devil's Sword.

"Here it is..."

The chairman, who was given the Devil's Sword, was watching the Devil's Sword in silence.

"Yeah... you're a boulder... we can't imitate this. Right...... dude! Stop selling demon swords now! I can't help but be ashamed of those things!

"Yes!

"And invent an awesome magic tool that turns into a demon sword! Right... the deadline is one month away!

"Huh? Mm, I can't!

"If we can't do that, we're done. Well, then, go!

"Yes..."

The man who came to report, could not say anything...... left the room.

"Hey! Bring the booze!

When the man left, the chairman drank again.

"Oh, let me quit too..."