A Wish to Grab Happiness

In the name of the Stanley family, Buckingham-Stanley let its characteristic eagle nose snap and mouthed the water on the table several times. I can see my head hurting terribly.

The headache was no longer like having a disease for Buckingham. Besides, it's a pain twisted out of something you don't know where it is: spirit, etc., which isn't given out of external factors.

When I was in charge of Stanley family diplomacy at Gallu Amalia, I never saw anything like it. After staying in the Garrist King's Capital, you will be devastated by this pain, whether you sleep or chill. The blunt saw of his teeth seemed to be carefully cleaving his head.

A man who once loved jokes and wine, pity. I never thought I was more vulnerable. Buckingham exhales heavily. Leaking that heavy exhalation in my room had recently become like a Buckingham routine.

There are two species that cause headaches. They're both buried in the depths of their heads.

One is naturally the very days of being carried with shapeless heavy pressure as the name of the Stanley family. My brother, who was the original owner, is still missing and remains unable to find the remains. The relatives left to scatter from the Stanley family, who had lost their stronghold called Galuamaria.

Hert-Stanley, the original next-generation contemporary and nephew of Buckingham, would be the reason why he was still inexperienced in intertwining tongues with both poisonous spiders in the social world. When did it happen that I was in charge of the Stanley family diplomacy?

Honestly, it's not a busy thing. Such as a famous man who has lost his land to rely on. Speaking of what you can do, cut off your rights when you regain Galuamaria, to the point of preserving your life and position in King Garrist's capital at all.

Every day I face every social place to ask about the nobility's mood. That's how you play there is yourself that once stretched your confidence.

I like alcohol, I like women, I prefer jokes to anything else. Keep playing such a relentless person until hours. Doing so can spark the interest of those aristocrats who are hungry for stimulation, and can buy laughter. In a way, that was Buckingham's cure.

But in repeating that, Buckingham was once my favorite liquor, woman, and joke. Everything was starting to seem depressing. Bite your teeth and mock yourself that it's what made you a really uninteresting person.

No matter how much I hate it, the days I have to keep playing such a delightful existence. The contradiction was causing pain in Buckingham's skull.

- Always get the contradiction pregnant in its chest, and if you lose it, you get pregnant again. I wonder if that's what human sexuality is, Hert.

I remember once telling my nephew Hert such a great thing. I laugh at myself for saying such things at all.

Thus, another seed of concern is his nephew. It was about Helt-Stanley.

That's doing good for me. I have no complaints about my behavior as a cathedral depository, and occasionally if I let the social arena face me as the next Lord, I would interact with him without hesitation, and he's a good talker.

I lost my left eye and the sexual roots were not humbly rolled. More of a tougher one. Keep it up and you'll be a good winner. Buckingham even had a verse that he was sure of. None of the people in my body would be mistaken.

I have concerns because I think so. That's what the helt shows from time to time, jeopardy.

Sometimes he behaved like he treated his life roughly in the arena, and sometimes he did something adventurous. Of course, that doesn't mean we're in a crisis. Instead, there's nothing like this one clapping out, and it brings back the golden eye. But that's not why I can miss it.

When I was once in Gallu Amalia, I never saw anything like it. Believers and embodies of justice and goodwill. No worries, no confusion, just someone who carries it out. There is no exaggeration when I say that was Helt-Stanley. My past self said that it was not humane, but now I miss those days.

The danger of the helt seemed to Buckingham, especially as it had recently increased to that extent. Is that, perhaps, self-abandonment?

I lost my father, I lost my stronghold, and so I lost one eye. Helt's age still fits when he's bloody. Even if you can't see it from what it looks like in normal times, you have something dark in the depths of your heart and in the back of your gut. It's not strange if that happens.

No, you can't do that. That, the hert is never a small vessel. If times push its back well, it's a vessel that runs up everywhere. At least that's what Buckingham believes.

- Conn, conn.

A stiff, only modest knock rings through the door of his room. Buckingham urged him to come in, responding with a slightly withered voice. Apparently, he used his voice too much last night.

I'm coming in, uncle. With such a voice, the golden hair - Helt-Stanley - shows itself through the door. Hert laid his back on the indoor chair in such a way that he didn't feel comfortable.

When I was in Gallu Amalia, my hair, which was neatly groomed, is now slightly bulky. But I don't get the windy impression that it's messy.

Try to twist the words you were thinking about, Buckingham says.

"Helt, I brought you good news. It's from the cathedral."

Hert tries to narrow its right eye slightly and bites off Buckingham's words. For a few moments, I tried to think of it as something at the end and then opened my lips.

"I don't mind. Warcraft hunt, or is it someone's escort?"

Whatever it is, I don't have a problem with it, but Helt gently pulls his jaw and nods. What an ambiguous reply, which can be taken as arrogance, affordability or self-abandonment.

Buckingham raises his eagle nose high and wets his lips to determine the attitude of the hert. Then I shook my head sideways.

"An escort, but no danger whatsoever. Of course. You're the next Stanley. Something that could put you in danger."

Smooth succession of words, Buckingham shows its white teeth. It was another different laugh to show in the social arena. Extravagantly trample the voice of the helt who almost said something.

"You are going - the Virgin's journey, the escort of the pilgrimage, Helt. My old friend has a cathedral knight. A knight, also known as honor, is formally his companion."

That's what makes one knight look like, in the back of his brain. He waves Zhu Spear and smiles furiously. If you're right next to him, there's no danger. Besides, a pilgrimage's journey is just as much watched by God. There can be no danger of death anywhere.

It is promised that all the anecdotes of the pilgrimage once told will miraculously help all accompanying people, including the Virgin.

"The point is, you're a ritual escort. I'm not very interested, but if it's a cathedral depository obligation,"

Buckingham unwittingly sniffles at the helt, which was cut out almost uninterruptedly.

If it was in the past, I wouldn't be the one to say I'm not interested, etc. Especially when it comes to accompanying pilgrimages, a role that only the chosen can play while everyone wants to. The anecdote of the Virgin, so to speak, is tantamount to being involved in one end of the myth.

Buckingham nodded loudly and struck his hand as he jammed his words for a moment. To mislead the upset, I dared him to perform a daunting act. That's how I dip my lips in the water.

This time Hert was chosen as a companion to the pilgrimage, with the work of Buckingham, but above all that the Cathedral asked for it. The reason was easily imaginable for Buckingham as well.

Now the cathedral is showing a little impatience. In a meeting between us entering Dead Snow, we lagged behind in the crest teachings. The cathedral exposes the carcass as it is, but the priests are still in a great hurry, and they may take responsibility for it. And the hearts and minds of the people are shaking.

- That's why they want a story. A story to enrich and exalt your mind. Something to divert your attention from the responsibility of defeat.

Here's what I came up with.

The trace of a famous man deprived of his home by the crest religion shall make his will certain under the refuge of the cathedral. Thus, after the pilgrimage of the Virgin, after receiving the divine proclamation, he vows the destruction of the crest religion and becomes a diocesan knight.

It's a really beautiful story, the citizens will heat up the back of their chests even in such cheap plays. A masterpiece.

But whatever thoughts are behind it, there is no doubt that it is a good opportunity. A cathedral knight is not the same as a knight directly under the king, and because of its cathedral jurisdiction, it has a kind of inviolability. In some times, there are more powers than subordinate nobility, and it is also significant that the cathedral becomes a clear base.

Is Hert abandoning himself, or is there something else? I don't understand that in Buckingham. Still, I don't think there's ever any point in creating that base.

Buckingham saw a slightly narrowed golden right eye.

Helt had a strange charm from the past. Should I say attract people, when pierced by their eyes, they feel as if they are illuminating their depths? I have something to attract people to.

In places like this where it seems good to bend over, there is not. This good story has come around, too, to the left. There is no error when it comes to God's guidance.

"Okay, get ready now. My friend - named Garrus, but a good man. It's gonna be a good trip."

rocking the eagle's nose, Buckingham said. My head hurts.