Here in the center is a building with a hexahedral machine floating there. The buildings in the troika, the Necromenser Association all over the world, and they are grieving as they tell the stories of their hungry colleagues. One person dies here, one person dies there. All of this happened by trying to make money and save for themselves.
We all said in unison, "The magical knowledge we learned is useless! It doesn't make any money!" Lace, who was tinkering with the monkey skull in his belt while listening to their voices, shouldn't die like this. He vowed to stay alive. Recently, his teacher also passed away from a lack of money. It seemed like he would live forever. It was quite shocking.
When he got home, he wrote down his resume.
{41. Necromenser}
The least popular among magicians, programmers are shunned at major learning centers and left to their own systems on the fringes of society, where knowledge is transferred from the dynamics of respected teachers and disciples. Loneliness encourages students to make friends.
~ Dear company ~
[ My job is a necromancer. I studied. But my academic background and experience are very weak, so it is not helpful to society. I enclose my resume and this letter to my company, thinking about how I can be of help to society. I would appreciate it if you could do me a good deed and help me. I will do my best to respond passionately. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. ]
~ Race F. Paulman ~
A few days after he began arranging jobs, he received an acceptance letter in only one place. It was Sutler's department store. They celebrated the race and wrote down the description below of the department he had passed through. 'Fish monger.' It was the fish sales department for the fish. He panicked. What if I save the dead fish? He was confused by the worry that what if the dead fish spoke to me.
Nevertheless, he decided to accompany the dead fish. The talking fish would look disgusting, but Rays thought he was destined to pass through and get away with even that. Then, a few days after his appointment, he was standing in front of the Sutlers department store. Standing in front of a difficult glass door, he began to feel a hopeless fear of what might happen in the future.
Hello, hello
I'm a fish. I talk
Hello, hello
Hello
I'm a fish. I talk
1. Yearbook of Fish
As I approached the fishmonger, an octopus with a chubby body and brown spots on its skin, and a man with a human arm and leg, five worm beards, screamed into the air. "FUCK! It's not my fault! It's not my fault!"
I realized he was my boss and approached him to greet him. He looked into the air with a frown, and when he found me, his expression lit up, he grabbed my arm with both hands and showed me to him. He posed as if he was introducing a new product or holding a shield. As soon as I tried to ask him what he was doing, he screamed again.
"That's his responsibility. Why did you keep me waiting when he said he'd choose one?"
Only then did I hear a voice in the air...
"It's a trivial thing. And I just handled it as my manager was told."
The voice separating the air brought his legs on each wall of each floor to the center, and the legs folded like origami. The person who spoke in the air was finally identified. Wearing monoculars, silk and dressed like a gentle gentleman, he put his enormous face on me and swept my body up and down with his eyelashes over his large eyes. It seemed as if a dog was brushing his whole body. Then, he sniffed me a few times, and continued talking as if he had made up his mind.
"You're a newcomer, seeing that you don't smell. You're a non-medicated person."
I raised my head and asked him a question.
"Medicine?"
"Not yet. Never mind."
And he turned to a figure who was considered my boss.
"By the way, I'd like to hear why the fish is rotten."
"No, I left him a fish to teach him. It's better to learn with your body than repeat! But it had to be two days after the date you set! I was going to teach him a fish, I never let it rot!"
"It's a great sophistry. I'll report this to my superiors."
Flow Walker's legs were all folded up. Everyone on the floor was flattened. He was getting ready to jump, and he jumped out loud. His figure went back into the air without being seen, and he became a voice.
"What are you going to do now?"
"...what?"
"When I'm fired, you're fired too. I'm sorry I said this as soon as I came in, but I think I'm going to be fired for this."
I got dizzy. What do you mean? The answer was similar to before. The gist of the answer was that I would be fired from Fishmonger and this department store. I rolled my head as far as I could. Thinking it was the only way, I started the program with a portable candle and a spell worth using. The subjects were fish drooping on a stand.
The ghost of the fish that was sung on the platform is dancing with both fins moving from side to side. They must have been singing "The Song of the Dead Fish." I don't have time to watch the show. I hurried to put the ghost in his body on the stand. So the fish started to survive, flapping little by little like a zombie. He came down to the floor and started talking.
"Should I sing?"
"No, that's not it. Tell me what happened."
"I'm dead. That's what happened. I remember dying. It smelled sour and it was very hot. A lot! It was hot! Where it wasn't hot, I had to learn the song of a dead fish. For a good song."
"It smelled sour and it was hot..."
"And there is more. The kids pressed me. They told me to sing, but I couldn't then. I can sing now. Do you want me to sing for you?"
I immediately shouted into the air. It was to call Flower Walker. I told him I think I had found the answer to what had happened to the fish. The legs of the floor walker gathered back to the center, folded like origami. The customers were all flat again. They picked things well and bought them well, even if they were flat.
"What. The reason for calling me should be reasonable. Everything is flattening out."
"When I ask the fish why it's rotten, I think it's because of the kid's prank. I wonder if they touched the temperature and humidity control system."
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"Bring the fish yourself. I need to hear from the fish in detail at that time."
I put on my plastic gloves and lifted up a fish that I'd been singing for a while. Hmm-mm sounds exciting. Flow Walker snorted at the fish's body. And immediately he ordered me to return the fish to where it was.
"That's right. I don't think the humidity is controlled. It's the consumer's fault not to have to hear it. I'm going to turn on the CCTV and sue his parents and children."
"It's not my fault! Right!"
"I don't think so this time. But remember, your department is always the one that causes problems, and I'm checking with my eyes wide open." With those words, he reverted to a voice in the air. The people on the floor were also being released one by one as if they were popping flat.
"I think it's over. Oh, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Marshall. People around me call me M. Don't call me that because I'm not close to you yet."
"Hello... I'm Paulman, and I'm working for Fishmonger from today."
"What's your name?"
"Race"
"Oh, that's a great name. It's a better name than Marshall. You've settled things for your name again today, young man."
"Haha, I'll take it as a compliment."
He continued, pointing at the legions of fish rotting with his hands. The fish ghosts that only I could see were still dancing, flapping their fins.
"Of course I'm praising you, my friend! I wonder if I should clean up these fish now. I think I need your help a lot." As soon as the fish ghosts heard them, they started crying. I wanted to cry, too. It's my job to clean up the rotten fish from day one! Nevertheless, I have to be str
2. You do not have skill, do not skull
I was learning about fish sorting at a fish market. The rectangular fish is on the left, and the chubby fish is on the right. The four-legged fish has its legs crossed in the middle, its arms bent like an elegant high fashion model.
I memorized a lot. Marshall, my boss, seemed to hate teaching because he was lazy at first, but when I followed him quickly, he started complimenting me for making things easier. Thank God. I don't want to get fired! That's why I work so hard.
That's how I work. Marshall started asking me about ice-breaking "Turtling." I had no idea what it was. He explained. Turtling is said to be treated as a national virtuoso in the troika world because a few people can do it as a gift from God. People who set up tutting shops are usually wealthy, and it's the attitude of the upper-class concierge to care about the aftercare of the tutting people.
He's actually got a state certification for his Turtling skills. I think he was trying to brag about it. He added that he would soon become rich if he started the procedure at a cheaper price than a concierge, as height reduction procedures are popular among the wealthy. I was repeating 'ah...' and 'wow!' at his words. I had a lot of fish to memorize, but if I paid attention to the turtleneck, everything about the Fishmonger would be a turtleneck. I was also worried that his boring stories might lower the fish's height.
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It was then. Two characters who introduced themselves as Price & Creduliar Hornbeetle entered the fish market. They saw fish whose fins blocked their ears and blocked out unwanted stories, and asked what went wrong. The fish were shaking like trees, their fruits falling out of fear at hearing the story over and over again.
Marshall also scolded the fish by raising his hand and pretending to hit them because he did not want to listen to them. As soon as he heard the bell, the alleged Creduliar Hornbeetle said that they had made a reservation at the department store's Turtling craft store. It was obvious small talk. Marshall did not miss the opportunity and introduced himself as a torturing creature. When he had no legs or hat, he introduced himself again, pretending to flip his silk hat over and take it into his stomach. Then he said he would take a 30 percent discount from the store and do the torturing process immediately.
The figure, presumed to be Price Hornbeetle, looked suspicious. Marshall immediately began cutting him with a hammer. His arms and legs shrunk, and the saury fish, which stumbled and fell, crawled up to his seat in tears of shame.
"See? I'm sure I'm good at it. Leave it to me and I'll cut it for you."
Next to it, he said that this creature could save money, possibly because of the Creduliar or sour fish show, Price looked suspiciously at Marshall, reluctantly said that he was okay, and immediately proceeded with the procedure at the Fishmonger Fish Market.
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Surprisingly, the turtilng process ended easily. Marshall also seemed to like today's side income. Price & Creduliar Hornbeetle continued to reflect on himself in an apartment where live fish lived, and reflected on himself in a tank to make sure he liked shorter stature.
"Price, what are you going to do now? I want to buy a hat like this and show off my short stature more."
"I'm content as I am, but wondering what it would feel like to have my lowered watch and watch caught by it with my hands, I'm going to go to the watchman."
They continued to praise and spread rumors about Marshall, even after telling him that. Then they disappeared into another store. I felt like I was hit hard by the series of events that took place. Even an ordinary department store fish salesman has a special skill! The platform skill in my head was advantageous in saving the fish, but I didn't make any money. The idea made me want to put everything down.
Nevertheless, I have to live. I thought I should go home and study languages for unknown creatures who are new to troika. That's how I become a smart fish dealer.
3. Fish belly dance
"Marshall, please come this way"
Race discovered something today while learning to clean the fish. Cleaning will last for seven days. That's the date Marshall promised to race. Maybe this arrangement will be done in that time, or it will last forever, as long as Marshall remembers.
Race thought so: selling long, eternal fish. The fish were also going back to normal life to the point where they stopped singing with excitement because someone new was here. Some of the fish were serious, and they criticized the fish's songs on the beds. He thought that if the fish had been born human, it would have made them a promising art critic of 19th-century Paris.
These were fish that sang well. Their ghosts always sang and enjoyed singing while they were alive and dying. But when I worked for 3 days, I found a strange fish. A fish that didn't sing and stayed still.
It was not a fantasy out of Race's self-consciousness. IT WAS FUCKING VERY STRANGE! Race pressed the fish's fin. There was no movement. It was one of the dead fish. He sensed a strange energy and lit the fish with a portable black candle. Then he started necromensing. Nothing popped out.
Still, the fish would have swam so well because it looked so alive. The lace attempted to press the fish's stomach with her fingers. The fish finally started flapping. Then the fish looked up at the lace and said.
"Hey, don't touch my stomach. Human."
"My other job is a pulpit. Why can't you do necromensing?"
"That's because I bet my ghost on another fish."
"Do you know how to play poker?"
"Would you like to make a bet with me?" said the fish, flapping its stomach.
"What will I get if I make a bet and win?"
"If I win, you let me run away. If you win, I'll tell you my secret."
"Okay, let's make a bet."
The race shouted to Marshall.
"Marshall, please come this way"
Race told Marshall he would bet with the fish and asked Marshall to judge. Marshall, who was far from scolding Race and did not want to work, was holding a card game to the fish. The game was simply blackjack.
He tried to play poker, but he couldn't read the fish's expression, so they suggested. The fish said that it thought deeply and would understand humans and who you are. The game began. The fish's fin movement was unusual.
Marshall whispered that the race was going to lose and laughed at him. Then the race was mixed up. The cards were not smooth because he was nervous because he gestured. Marshall handed out cards to them at a low table, and they started throwing them away, one by one. Surprisingly, the winner was the race. Either way, the race was a good bet anyway, but he felt good about winning.
"Okay. I'll tell you my secret."
said the fish.
"Split my stomach"
said the fish...
They stopped saying in surprise, and told the fish to say, 'You were our farm product.' But the fish was stubborn. They carefully cut the fish's belly, respecting its fateful humility. There were cogs in the fish's belly!
"You saw that, didn't you? This is my secret. For you guys, I have a big secret. I'm actually an automaton. My skin is state-of-the-art, designed by the Hollywood Special Dressing Team."
"Hey, where's their phone number. Your skin is amazing."
Marshall admired the fish when he touched his soft, smooth skin.
"Shall I tell you something scary? I'm not the only fish with this body."
"Who the hell is doing this?"
"Hahaha, now that I've told you a secret, I'll leave the industry."
The fish said that and then stopped. On the third day of work, fish were always happening. Fish began to sing Requiem for automaton in the form of fish. Some fish were afraid to have spy fish. There was also a fish public opinion that an artificial fish had tripped over.