The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 038: Stamp Duty Negotiations

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Nanicole.

I feel like my hair has turned white.

It's like my body is burning.

"Hey, hey, hey"

I had lost my temper to use polite language.

"Fuhihihi"

What are you laughing at?

The devil, this guy.

"Whom do you give permission..."

"So he said I shouldn't let him read it."

"Hey, dude."

These guys.

"It's not okay, what will you do if you can't sleep at night"

What a horrible delusion.

You think Homodora's watching me all night beside my bed?

And with colored eyes.

I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

"It's eighteen stories. Are you writing seventeen stories already?"

"Yeah."

I was scared.

Eighteen stories were about to be written, but there was a lot of writing, this.

That's another seventeen stories.

What are you thinking, imitating something like this?

Are you out of your mind?

"You may be mistaken, but birch dormitories are a gathering of discerning students. Creation is about creation and valves."

"No way, now you know what you're talking about. Go to sleep."

When I get angry,

"Me."

"It's me..."

And the two of us are the ones who talk.

Angry.

"A dorm student over twenty would tell, but you'd see a kid with weird eyes"

"That's not..."

I denied the press, but I'm not sure where.

"... nothing, but if there are actually strange rumors, the upper classes are coaching you"

- That's the problem.

"I knew it."

Piña said blush.

"Gu......"

Hang in there.

I can handle it.

What am I doing here today?

"... hu"

Cool.

Let's go cool.

Come to think of it, this is something the idiots do on their own where it has nothing to do with me.

It has nothing to do with me.

I mean, it's the same thing these guys with their brains all over them are delusional in their heads.

Why don't we just let him do it on his own as much as delusional?

Yes, that's right.

I came to talk about making money.

Yes, it was.

Can pride be turned into gold?

Or if I tell you to stop writing, will you stop?

I don't think so.

Because if you're going to suffer any moral damage, it's better to get paid to draw it.

Concon

And the door was knocked.

"Go ahead."

I say it on my own.

Tea came just in time.

Let's take a nap and calm down.

When the confectionery and tea were lined up, the clerk often left.

There was warm barley tea and chopped cheese in front of me.

Hi, my stomach is not feeling right and I was no longer willing to put the cheese in my stomach.

"Here you go"

Piña starts eating sweets when she puffs.

Damn, you bastard......

I don't care how much you do whatever you want.

"So, if you're not here to be angry about this, what did you want?

"... Huh. All right, all right, calm down."

I forgot about that already.

Let's move on to work.

"I'm about to leave the book now, and I was wondering if your book would be the best one for that."

"Book...?

Piña and Comi looked at each other properly.

"I'm building something like this right now."

I gave him a piece of prepared vegetable paper.

"Oh, Ho Paper."

"What's that?"

The Commis seemed to know better.

Seems pretty well known.

Ho Paper is the name I gave you when selling vegetable paper.

I guess it passed from retail because the cuff sells in under that name.

"I want to make a book out of this. You should be able to do it for about half the price of a parchment book. You got as many as you want to buy, right?

"No."

It didn't work.

No way.

"Earlier, what did you think? You thought it was disgusting. That's the whole reason."

All of the reasons?

"Honestly, I didn't feel well. Is it a problem to make many and diffuse them to each household?

"No, I'm not. Seen at home, it just hurts her pride."

Apparently not.

Lily said there was a reproduction going on inside.

"I just showed it to you because you were the subject. Because Piña blamed herself. It's special, too."

Is Piña driven by self-blame?

I drink tea mixed with good milk and tea, but I eat sweets.

Hi, it doesn't look like you're driven by self-blame...

"We hate it when this leaks outside. Because it hurts birch dorm pride. So I don't ask for an outside bookstore. Making a copy means reading that book more closely than anyone else, and you can't stand a door in people's mouths, can you?

Oh, that.

That's what Mr. Lily said.

Turns out putting it out to a photographer is a big problem.

You think I'm going to put it in the bookstore?

The problem is that it is read by the copybook store at that time. and.

Apparently, that's where the focus of the problem lies.

"I'm not going to put it in the bookstore. Use a new technology that is not handwritten"

"... if it's not a copy, how do you copy it?

"I've already filed for a patent, so I'll talk about it, but it's a technology called copying."

"What's that?

"First, make ink-free paper. Place that paper on Yasuri, scrape the paper with an iron brush and drill a hole in the shape of the letter. When all the letters are shaped, ink them from the top. Then, only the holes made on the paper, the ink will pass through the calculation. Only where the ink came through is the ink on the paper. If you could use that paper a hundred times, once you write a sentence with an iron pen, you could duplicate it a hundred times, so it's a hundred times more efficient. It's not like they can't manufacture it in birch dorms."

"Hmmm...... can you really do that? If the ink doesn't go through the hole, and it's a letter that's so ravaged that you can't read it, it doesn't make sense."

"I don't know what's going on there, but come on, I'm gonna pack it."

"What, you haven't done it yet?

Yes. Shame on you.

Nothing has been done.

"Even if we make tools, we cannot proceed with development on the assumption of the conclusion of negotiations. I have another plan. If Piña doesn't like it, she'll give up and move on."

"You have another hand? Like what?"

"I can't tell you the details, but there are other books that are in high demand. If you sell it, you use a completely different invention, so you can't finish a copy first and then make an offer to both. If you want to use a copy, you need to attach the promise first."

"Why did you come this way first? Because it's going to be profitable?

"Simply because it's going to cost you twice as much to develop. I'd like to start here if I could."

Lately, I wonder how good it would be to have a bank that lends money to corporations on a limited liability basis.

That doesn't exist in this country.

There are only vendors like the Bad High Interest Lending involving witches, and if you pull money from such a place, needless to say, it will be a later scourge, and the house will be annoying.

"Yeah, you're thinking a lot"

"Sort of."

"Reproduction work, if it's that simple, I'll do it. Anyway, I have to clear Piña's manuscript."

After all, did you clean the book once?

The Piña manuscript I just read wasn't very good looking because it had been erased with double lines everywhere, or there was variation between the lines.

"Okay. And then there's the bookmaking. I don't need copying, but I need to do bookmaking."

If you make one sheet of paper out of an iron pen, you can duplicate it a hundred times from there.

That's good, but it doesn't make it a hundredth to the effort of bookmaking.

Binding as many as a hundred books can be a lot of work.

It would be impossible, as a matter of fact, for the Commission to do that in the leisure time of the discipline.

"I don't mind if you do the bookmaking."

"Are you sure?

It was surprising.

I was so restrained.

"You need to be able to read the letters. Bookmaking Can Be Even Illiterate"

It was a story that I was no better at than this.

"Then you should only collect people who can't read the letters."

"That's right."

"But how are you usually doing? You're gonna have to put it in the bookmaker."

Is it circulating in the form of a literature book from the Edo period, just bracketed with strings?

"So I'm not letting it out to the bookmaker. We have all the tools in the birch dorm."

Oh, come on, you're serious.

Is it homemade?

"I spell out Piña's book, but bookmaking is surprisingly easy. It'll take a lot of work."

"Wow, something"

"You don't seem to have any knowledge of bookmaking, so talk to the artisans properly. They give me a lot of paper for a page, and I can't make it into a book. I'm in trouble."

"? What do you mean?

"You know, bookmaking is called folding a dice, folding a tall piece of paper, then cutting a small bite and making it look like a booklet, and spelling it on top of each other. In other words, the original paper is eight times the size of a page. So when you copy, you copy eight pages in advance on a large piece of paper, sixteen pages on both sides. The top and bottom can be reversed on the way to folding, so if you don't think about it by weaving it in, only one page can be reversed."

Oh, something, I've heard.

That's kind of a hassle, sure.

"Well, I'm not sure, but there will also be conveniences such as the convenience of the device or the size of the original paper on Ho paper. You can't print on a very large piece of paper, or the size of Ho paper is not enough and can only be folded into four sheets. I don't want to change the hassle, but if you don't meet with the bookmakers and understand the procedure, you're in trouble."

"Got it. Let's pack it up."

"Do that."

"Before that, let's talk about publishing. You can just let me give you the book."

I looked at Piña, I said.

"Piña"

The Commis also speak up.

"... I don't know, fine"

I don't know.

Well, okay.

"You've made up your mind. So, let's talk about stamp duty."

"... stamp duty?

"I'm talking about Piña's share of the money when I sold the book."

"... you'll give me money?

"Oh. Even for the commies."

"Me too?

"Galli version and ink, I'll make it and give it to you. So you can use it all you want. Apart from that, the commie will need a working wage"

"Nothing. I'm fine. It was originally for free."

"If I don't get paid either, that's fine. I'm gonna do it for the money, and I'm actually gonna sell it and turn it into gold. So I can't let you both work for free. I want you to take it seriously, no matter how much money you two are rich."

"... ok,"

"I would be quick to say 10% of the price. It's almost like a prototype this time, so the price of the book itself is much higher. So I want to put it in percentage from net profit excluding manufacturing costs from sales. Commissions' work rents are included in manufacturing costs"

"Yeah, I'm not sure what's the difference,"

The commies don't seem to be pinning it either.

Is it because I don't have that idea more than I used to?

"Selling a book essentially means selling the contents of a book, right? The book as an object, if you say so, is just a gawa, and it's just a container. So Piña, who makes the content, is special if you say so. You have to distribute the profits in proportion to me."

"I see. Okay."

"... I don't know"

Piña has a face that says, 'What are you talking about, these people?'

"Piña, you just have to write it normally. 'Cause I'll do the trouble."

"... ok"

I don't know about that either.

Well, okay.

"Well, can I have 10% of my net income?

I think around ten percent was the market in the Japanese printing industry, but that's a percentage from the fixed price, including the cost of bookmaking.

In this case, it would need to be increased slightly, as the cost of bookmaking would be excluded.

"I don't know, but that's fine."

You have no greed.

"I don't know what the current situation is. I'll decide later."

"I don't care, it's there"

He doesn't care.

"... I just want to ask you one last time, does making this book a business cause you no problems"

"Do you want to hear that?

"Sort of. It would be a witch's nest. I care for once."

The witch family, every time they smell gold, they stick their faces in and try to sip sweet juice.

Not to mention that birch dormitories are not a strange place to call witch grounds, so it's weirder to think they won't be bothered.

"Somewhat, maybe. To borrow the book, because we're all already ungrateful"

The commie looked kind of tired and said.

"Me too, I'm really sick and tired of people hanging out with me every day waiting for me, or going to stupid places that don't return books and doing things like taking out debts. So, if there's a lot of ways to replicate a book, not as much as a boat across the street, then honestly, it's as much as I'd like to ask you to do."

Apparently, Piña's manager is a very heartbreaking job.

You're volunteering to do that even though it's not compulsory...

If I were you, I'd probably throw it out, even with the goodwill of my roommate.

"Besides, if it were you, I wouldn't even be complaining. Even though it was more than two decades ago, it's a burden."

Hmm?

"About what?

"Oh, my God, you mean the parents, right?

"Parents? You mean your father?

"Oh, no, you don't have to know."

I've stepped on a snake. Shit, it's on my face.

"You're curious."

"Maybe it's something your father keeps a secret. I can't tell you."

I knew it was Luke.

"Odd, you had something to do with your expulsion. I hear you've fallen in love with a student in a correctional institution and you've been in fucking trouble."

"Maybe I can tell you something."

Oh, no more trouble.

"Say it."

When I said that strongly, the Commissar shook his body, freaking out, even if he felt cold, and turned away from me.

"Ha... I knew it was me"

"You can go on offense instead of taking it..."

"What are you talking about?"

I feel like I'm talking about something that makes me feel bad.

"I really think it's a good idea."

Just say it.

When I said that, the commie kind of gave me a chilly look.

"I really think it's a good idea..."