809 807 Ladilla Chamber of Commerce (2/2)
”Welcome.”
Welcome to the Ladilla Chamber of Commerce.
The receptionist sisters were quite strong and surprised. When it comes to accepting business associations, it seems that they must not only be beautiful but also strong. That's the Gordician continent of the devil.
”This is a letter to the chief of staff here.”
”May I see it?
”Nh”
The receptionist is checking the letter Fran sent. Nadia's name is just on the envelope of the letter. Is this how it works?
They only told me to give it to them at the reception...
The receptionist, who was checking the letter lightly, ran to the back. Seriously, are you okay?
Looks like they took my worries seriously. The returning receptionist smiled and invited Fran into the back.
”The meeting is going to meet you. This way, please.”
”Okay.”
Well, I don't feel malicious, and you want to hear about Nadia directly.
I don't know what the contents of the letter were. But I also know that Nadia is not the kind of person she describes in detail.
The room I was guided to was rather modest. However, it's not that it's obscene, it's that it has a calm atmosphere.
Lighted by a warm lamp with a slightly diminished light intensity, the table has a heavy texture similar to sandalwood, and a leather-covered sofa.
There was a man sitting there.
Black brown skin, short punch perm chilli hair. On Earth, it is close to people of African descent. She thought she was about 40 years old.
”Thank you for coming... Fran”
……
”Fufu. Don't you remember? I've played with you a few times.”
”... ah! The merchant's uncle?
”Yes, it's been a long time. Once again, I am Mursani of the Ladilla Chamber of Commerce.”
Speaking of Musani, he must have been the peddler who came to Nadia's story. Is that the meeting of the Chamber of Commerce? What do you mean by that?
But before asking, Mursani got up from the sofa and approached Fran. Drop your hips so that you stay on one knee and gaze at Fran.
”You really are Fran....”
Murmuring with an overwhelming voice. Tears were floating in my eyes and buttocks.
”At that time, I....”
As Nadia said, he was worried he couldn't save Fran. Mursani's face, clogged with words, had a strong sense of guilt.
”I... am looking for you...”
Fran puts his hand on Mursani's shoulder and spins the words in his usual tone.
”Uncle is not bad. I had no choice. So don't apologize.”
”Uhhhhhhhhh....”
When he heard Fran's words, Mursani covered his face with both hands and wept deeply and quietly.