I came to the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce, a promise made after the exam.

In addition to the familiar High Elves this time around, there is also Mr. Fennel.

Or suddenly he showed up and followed me.

Early on we arrived at the Chamber of Commerce, me and Fee were captured by the High Elf's submissive and instantly held up.

And as it were, as soon as she stuck me and transported me to the reception room.

"Master Abel! Welcome aboard!

Chairman Shorcina is obsessed with Mighty Char as usual.

We came in snuggly, and we said, "Huh? Oh, it's been a while," it was a light response.

I guess this isn't because the handling is cluttered, but because Abel is the only one in the eye.

It was Henriette, the epitome of a woman who could change and respond politely, but even with no such response, her eyes are fixed on us, stuck.

Mr. Fennel sits on the guest couch holding our crane put brothers and sisters.

It's not like this all the time, is it?

And Marimo, who was released from her wipes because she arrived in the reception room, is just having a dinner snack.

He climbs on my shoulder and rubs his black body hard.

My Angel, who sees it, gets furious, but Noir doesn't try to leave.

"All right, all right. You're hungry, huh?

Pure spirits rubbing their soft bodies as if they were going to take my word for it.

Of course he was a foodie, but lately he was Marimo, who often sweetened me by poking a gap in Fee's absence.

Mr. Henriette, who made me tea, holds us brothers and sisters and sees his men in a state of pleasure.

"Fennel. I'm here, as a matter of course, but are you done with your work?

"Of course it is, Vice Chairman. We are moving forward with foreclosure, so we can afford a schedule not unlike today. I mean, even if you don't, sticking to the alts is a priority for everything."

Forward?

I don't like words that remind me of the year-end progression, the jump request, the death march.

Although my company had a mental phenomenon of year-end progress but no holidays at the end of the year.

Looking up at the child-loving High Elf, Mr. Fennel looks happy and strengthens his ability to cling.

"This Fennel will accompany you as a chaperone and escort, as the Crane Putt family says you will be heading to Cyril again this year."

Ugh......

Are you purposefully taking time for my home?

I'm so sorry.

And if you say you're sorry, one more thing.

This is totally my fault, and the stupidity has invited me...

(Mr. Fennel's mug, I didn't make it...)

I promised to make a mug when the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce came to us during this time, but I also made a minute for the Vice Chairman because he would also see Mr. Henriette when he came here.

But I don't know when I'll see you - and then I don't know if I want you - for Mr. Fennel, it's uncreated.

If I just give it to the two heads of the Chamber of Commerce here, it's gonna hurt like they're hubbling something up.

The timing of retrieval must be carefully identified...

"Al. You're not giving me the mug you've been making?

Or my mother. Uh-huh!

My mother turned to me with a cloudless smile as I stroked E properly.

The chairman, who was obsessed with Abel, regains consciousness here with it.

"Oh, you've really made it. To Master Alto, thank you from the bottom of my heart. We also have the promised confectionery fold."

The Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce put on the table luxurious boxes like those bought by nobles and luxury merchants.

Now this one too, I guess I'll just have to take it out here.

"Mug......?

Mr. Henriette and Mr. Fennel are leaning their necks at the same time.

Did you think it was a special invention or something, not a regular mug?

There's no weird philosophy, it's just a cup.

"Here it is..."

I put down the 'only two' mug with my trembling hands.

For once, I came to finish the design that a woman was likely to receive.

"Wow......! That's lovely! You got this, Al?

Rarely did Mr. Henriette eat it.

Do you like cute little things or something?

"You're adorable......! Does Alto have a gift for design as well!

And, let your eyes shine, Mr. Fennel.

But in my case, taste is inspired by the good design of the Earth world, so it's hard to be on my own.

The vice chairman and his katana have awarded the mug to his hand.

Chairman Shorcina realized that I had only taken out two, and he laughed bitterly.

"That's what Master Alto brought in as a sample. It's not for sale, so take it."

You seem to have guessed the circumstances here...

Dear President of the Chamber of Commerce, I am truly sorry.

We will deliver it properly to Mr. Shorcina at a later date......

It was a lot of gudagda, but I can finally get on with it.

The purpose of this visit to the Japan Chamber of Commerce is all.

One is done now, delivery of mugs.

The other is as usual, selling inventions.

And the last one is why the president of the Chamber of Commerce came to us last time - regarding an example consultation.

Regarding this, after this, we are headed to the 'scene'.

"So, Master Alto, what kind of products did you bring today?

"Oh, yes. This way."

What you want to take out is a piece of paper.

This is the invention.

And the other thing is, I give out painting paper.

At the same time, Mai Angel raised his temper.

"Yes, yes! Phew! Phew will try! Phew, good at painting! Good painting!

"Painting? This time, is it an invention about painting?

"Well, it can't even be used in paintings."

Set the tools and ask your sister to demonstrate.

"Fee. Please?

"Phew, meet your expectations! Good luck drawing!

No, I'm not a substitute for having to work hard...

Fee started painting all over the paper.

"Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! Nyah! Yikes!"

Though he's a talented kid, his singing and drawing skills seem unfortunate.

Maybe a little inferior to chicks your age.

The person is Norinoli.

Though I draw with confidence and singing.

"Is this... is it Wang?

"You look like a cat to me."

Mr. Henriette and Mr. Fennel tilt their necks.

My sister pointed her lips because she couldn't give me the right answer.

"Boo! It's not! Phew, I'm drawing it right! I don't know, it's crazy!

You know you did, and you just said, "My Angel, you're turning your gaze on me.

This is my brother's power being tested...

"Uh, is this Mr. Pig...?

"Hehe...!

Fee has become a deredere in an instant, throwing out his writing equipment and kissing my cheek.

"I knew it, but you didn't! You know what I mean! He understands me!

I don't have a gift for art, do I?

Anyway, it seemed like the pig that I was drawing fit.

I got lost with Dycon until just before, but I'm glad I got it right......

"Phew, I like pigs! Mr. Pig, he's adorable! It's delicious to eat!

Sister who puts up the painting so drawn up, like a reflector when taking a photo.

The three high elves have begged me to explain themselves in a confused way.

Yeah.

Well, it certainly doesn't make sense to be shown a picture of Phee.

"Well, gentlemen, try turning this drawing paper"

Place the paper you received from Fee on the table.

The High Elves turned and breathed as they were told.

"This is...! The exact same painting......!

What was there.

That's an illustration of a copy of Phee all over the place.

"Stuck in between, this black paper...?

"Yeah. This is paper for copying letters and pictures. Can you keep your name on" Duplicate Paper "?"

As far as I'm concerned, the name Carbon Paper is more familiar.

The original principle is simple.

Just stain a durable, durable piece of paper with a mixture of graphite, rows and oil.

Even so, I borrowed a lot of Abel's help with mixing proportions and applications.

In the end, the paint itself was also developed by Mighty Char.

Thanks to this, two types have been completed: one that can be erased with erasers, and one that remains firmly anchored.

"Waybill. Contract. I think it would be a lot easier with that, from flyer production."

........

The three high elves are looking at each other.

"This is...! You've created something outrageous again......!

"We will need whatever is involved in our commerce, as well as whatever is involved in the political arena. Your order should arrive."

"More than that, it's an impact on the copying industry. Doesn't this make the working efficiency out of step? It should also affect the employment status of photocopiers and the price of books, and if it is possible to increase the production of books by photocopying paper, products focusing on entertainment such as funny books can also be sold. In some cases, it may also change the literacy rate."

Fine, it's good to eat...

At this rate, they're going to manage to buy it away.

Chairman Shorcina says.

"No, I'm surprised. Charles Essen is a genius under heaven. I didn't expect to create an item to repaint common sense once again. The boulders are the Honorary Elves!

Don't do that anymore.

Some kids are crying, aren't they?

"Uh... So here's this copy paper, can you buy it...?

"Of course it is. I mean, I would never give it anywhere else! I was lucky enough to hold onto something that might control the number of people in the writing industry and the price of books."

Hoofy and laughing chairman.

I just made it in a light mood, but I wonder if it's any evil...

"Yes! When you're done, the painting continues! Phew, I have a feeling I can paint a masterpiece today! Pussy!"

Either it's tight or it's a painting.

I don't know, Phee. We're going out after this, right?