A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis Volume 12 Chapter 25: Ideas For The Section

Volu 12 Chapter 25: Ideas For The Section

While Chelan and the rest of S-class were prepared to take down Keith, The man had gone out with Muriel and Coen. The three were now heading to the section. That was when he questioned, “So this is where we’re going to be setting up our stalls?”

“...Yes.” Coen hesitantly nodded.

“But isn’t this a little too far away?” Muriel muttered. Their stall section was quite far away compared to the other classes. S-class had a section close to the gates, allowing them to attract more custors. Coen apologized, “I’m sorry. This is because I lost in draws.”

“Lot draws?”

“To decide where everyone would go, we chose straws, and I got the worst space.” Bad luck at its finest. Coen didn’t think he would be able to do sothing like that. Not only did they have the least number of coins, but they were also going in with the worst possible location.

“No, this is perfect!” Keith suddenly shouted.

“Eh?”

“It’s the perfect place to be where we don’t need to worry about anything!” Keith grinned, “Alright, I got a good grasp on what we need to do now.”

“Eh?”

“Let’s go back to class.” Keith grinned as they returned to class. He clapped his hands together, “Okay, guys, I have surveyed the landscape where we will start our war.”

“...Keith, are we really going to prepare for a war?” Clara tilted her head. She was a little concerned about how he was going about this. Did he forget that this was supposed to be a festival? But the man shook his head, “Mmhmm, now eat your cookie, hamster teach.”

“Yay, cookie!” The professor was instantly bought off by the sugary treats.

Keith returned to his battle strategy, “Right now, this is the area we have to work with.” He started to draw on the board, surveying the entire surroundings.

“Mmhmm!” The students stared. But that was when Olin muttered, "Isn't the section we're in the farthest place?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry!" Coen wanted to cry about this.

"It's fine, Coen. Right now, I think we could do about 30 stalls.” Keith grinned as he started to draw and organize the locations of each stall.

“30 stalls? Are we able to do sothing like that?” This was a surprise? 30 stalls were definitely on the higher end compared to the other classes. Usually, there would be 15 stalls for each class. They were doing double that.

"True. But we are capable of doing 30 stalls. Unlike the other classes, we have more people compared to them. In addition, we got ourselves a big area to supplent." Their section was far away from the gates. However, its size was definitely on the bigger side.

"So I'm feeling that we could do more, or there would be gaps. But we can change the numbers depending on the ideas that are listed." Then ca the next issue.

“So now for ideas, what do you guys want to do?”

“Ummm, can’t you decide?”

“Eh?”

“Keith, you're the one who's in charge.” No matter what people said, Keith was the leader of this operation. Whatever he said, the rest would follow. His ideas were always the best compared to them.

That only caused Keith to shake his head, “No dice. I want to hear your ideas as well. I want you to enjoy the festival based on what you want.”

“Ah.”

“Of course, I have so ideas of my own. But I want to hear what you guys want as well. We got enough room.”

“...” The F-class students paused when they heard this.

Keith also added, “Hmm, I'll help you guys narrow down for you. Don’t think about the past or what others are doing. Think about what makes you smile as you watch your custors be happy.”

“Eh?”

“We don't need to be like the other classes. Let's do it our way!”

“Then I have one!” Vera raised her hand, “I was thinking about stuffed animals. I think so people will enjoy those. I can also do so stitching and knitting.”

“Ooooh! Good idea! I'll write it as selling stuffed animals.” Keith started to write on the board.

“Oh, how about we have so gas for the custors?” Helm joined in on the conversation.

“That was what I was thinking as well! I have a few ideas for it,” Keith grinned as he wrote a sub-category.

“Can we sell so statues or anything we craft from the woodwork?”

“Lovely idea! Keep these ideas coming! Anything you can imagine!” That was the start as many people started to voice their opinions. Slowly, the board was filled with ideas.

“See, you guys can do sothing if you try.” Keith grinned as the board covered many scribbles they had said.

“But Keith, what about you?” Coen questioned.

“Hmm?”

“Yeah! We’ve been talking about our ideas!”

“But we haven’t heard a thing about you!”

“Oh, my thing is to sell food.” Keith grinned.

“Eh?”

“I’m planning to have 10 stalls selling food. They'll be the vanguard of our attack. But I'll decide about it later. Is that fine with you guys?"

"Mmhmm!" The other F-class students nodded when they heard that.

Keith twirled the marker as he started to cross so things off, "I'm going to take so ideas off as they're overlapping with others." Overlapping ideas could be fused together. Afterwards,

“We might have to remove so ideas because they won't work.”

“Hmm? Why so?”

"Because they could find a better deal at rchant stores around here. Like shirts and clothing."

“A”

“I’m sorry. But if you could co up with so wacky shirt designs, we can sell them elsewhere in the stall.” Keith smiled as they continued to cut and slash at the options before they finished with a good number of things left.

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