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The next day, as soon as dawn broke, the Michelean merchants came out of their homes.
In the morning, the blue breeze touches the skin, and they look at the areas of the other families that have fallen apart.
They built houses by carving up the hillside, so the height of the standing positions was different. The Mikaelites raised their heads and saw Moroni's people far away.
They seem to be in contact with Gianni's people at the foot of the mountain. What the hell are you up to?
I thought that the idea of holding hands with each other in this city was to frame other families. The people of Michele hurriedly head to their party's house.
There were a couple of rooms in a small, small house, and in the room was Michelle's sugar.
Although he was also an old man, he was younger than the other family members.
I just woke up, grabbing my head and grooming my dress. I was detained, so I had to do the laundry myself.
Due to the cool brows and straight noses, the overall impression was closer to unaccounted for, such as knights and mercenaries, than merchants.
I was doing black curly hair for an old man, but it probably made me look younger. A neat beard with curly hair felt some enthusiasm and thirst at the same time.
“Bernardo, we're here. ”
The dancer, Bernardo, nodded and even opened his mouth. Then, Michelle's merchants place the little table between them and bring the chair to a seat.
Bernardo does not appear to be in attendance, but looks out the window. Then the one with the pointy beard said.
“I, the Lord. As we were talking yesterday, I came up with an idea. That's it.”
Seeing that it was related to the Elves, they also felt embarrassed to speak.
Elves are often used only as jokes and slang, but they are also dangerous and unnatural to bring out as important issues to a critical city like this.
Bernardo doesn't rush. He just looks out the window with a good eye.
“You know, our merchant went south to Akaten to save the timber in the Great Jungle. I saw an Elf there and received a letter with fire, and unfortunately, it's in our hands now. I think we should use this. ”
Bernardo's expression remains unchanged, even after he brought up the Elves. The four merchants looked at each other for a moment.
Then, the man with the bold look in his eyes who first brought up the Elves last night said,
“Two queens recently convened, presumably incinerated by one. Since the letter written by the fire of the Elves is strangely made of Powder, why don't you move the First Queen by calling it the Elven Potion? Of course, I know it's crazy, but desperately it works, and the First Queen is desperate for an heir now. If it's an Elven Potion in your earnest mind, you can definitely live.Why don't you move the First Queen to take care of the king? ”
Bernardo shakes his hand slowly and shrugs his beard. I thought about it for a while.
“What are Moronini and Gianni doing? ”
I didn't know until now that the voice of the Monarch Bernardo was quite low. I felt like I was calming someone who was listening, and I felt empowered in the middle.
This time, the pointy beard replied.
“We're still gathering intel, but I'm guessing we'll get it out. And they're going to frame us or the Contarini. You're the one who attacked the soldiers.You already know everyone who should be honest. ”
When I heard about the other party, Bernardo's face suddenly appeared. Twisting his mouth and making fun of him, I could see what he thought of the other party members.
“Fools. Are they all going to die together? It's in their best interest not to talk about it. ”
Just that, Bernardo shuts up again. The four michelle's departed for an interview were just silent together.
Moronini and Gianni had already made plans and acted, but they were still unable to make a move three days after the king brought it up.
I put up several agendas for the week, but there was still nothing worthwhile. It was only after the Lord's command or permission that they were able to take action.
Whether people knew the situation or not, the birds in the mountains were chattering joyfully.
Small birds that could fit into one hand had red hair, brown back and white belly. The colors blended together with the beautiful colors, and the birds were so cute and pretty.
Birds flew across the building, saying they sat and flew in a lively and cheerful movement.
Bernardo silently looks at the birds, and opens his mouth as they go around the corner of the building.
“Speak directly to the king about the Elves, not through the First Queen. It is much more dangerous to approach them through the First Queen. And don't talk about the pregnancy out of your mouth. As soon as I say that, my family will be destroyed. The letter is written in ancient language, so the king will not know it, but if you dig it up sharply, we will soon find out. ”
Your pretenders simply listened to the monarch's words. He left without liking it, and finally got into action.
Of course, approaching the king was a difficult task. I needed to be cautious. However, time was running out. It was only four days until the trial.
“But we know which envelope to put the letter in. There must have been a porcelain made in the shape of a baby angel who crossed the South Continent the other day. Put a letter in there. The rest of you will figure it out. Don't lie, just twist. ”
As the Lord's words fell, the mules opened their eyes wide.
“That's a neat trick. ”
King Liesen was quite clever, so he thought he would have a clue if he saw a porcelain in the image of a baby angel. Since they did not lie with their mouths, there was nothing wrong with them.
Merchants were masters of lies, but their views on lies were slightly different from those of ordinary people.
To lie, and to be perfect, it had to be designed for quite a long time.
How long will it take to design a lie against a king? Time is short, and the neck is short, so it was strange if no mistakes were made. The templars thought the idea of the monks was truly subtle.
Albrecht is in the valley behind Wittenheim. It was a place he taught Randolph.
A small waterfall falls violently, and there is a pristine, clear pool beneath it. The waterfall hits the pool and raises a blazing tornado.
Albrecht sits on a large rock nearby, watching little Randolph practice his sword there. It felt really strange and strange.
Two Randolphs with the same name were doing the same thing in different places at different times.
Of course, Albrecht wasn't teaching little Randolph himself. Randolph was teaching him. Anyway, it also made me feel something strange and strange.
And that strange and strange feeling evoked a proud feeling. Salvation and rest were not far off. Right now, this was the place of salvation and rest in Albrecht.
If there's a difference between a small Randolph and a large Randolph, it's a gift. Tiny Randolph had no talent for swordsmanship, not even for support.
It was the first time that big Randolph had a disciple, so I didn't know if it was mediocre or poor. I just didn't understand.
“No, no, take a look. Like this. Like this. Why can't this work? ”
Randolph wields his sword with one simple hand. It was clean and energized, even with a slight swing.
Randolph has never taught anyone, so he's just teaching Albrecht what he learned.
There was definitely a problem there. When Albrecht teaches you one, Randolph tends to wake up his own fever.
But the little Randolph, instead of raising his fever when he teaches one, forgets what he taught.
Randolph looks frustrated. I wanted to express what was going on in my heart, but I was frustrated when it didn't work.
The little Randolph frowns quickly and bows his head.
“This is how you do it. Like this.”
Achylia, who was watching from beside you, imitated Randolph, was much more worthy. Tiny Randolph cries out in agony. I was still young.
“Ooh, don't cry. A man who becomes a knight should not cry. ”
Randolph is embarrassed and doesn't know what to do. He may not be a good teacher, but Randolph was a great and good master to his acolytes.
Seeds of this age often die from violence, rather than being taught the wrong way when they meet their master. Randolph is like an angel compared to them.
Achylia approaches the weeping little Randolph.
“Lan Roth, don't cry. Swordsmanship is so much fun. Why are you crying? I'll teach you. Watch. ”
Then he picked up a stick and moved slowly. Big Randolph suddenly looks like he wants to do this.
“The Black Wind. The Wind. We just have to put ourselves in the wind. Pose is a muscle. I don't know about that. Look at me. You just have to put yourself in the wind. ”
Little Randolph doesn't feel good about making fun of himself as Achylia whines.
Suddenly, Achylia whips her sword.
I deliberately swing it so that the little Randolph can see, so that the new stature is not blurry or blurry like I intended to swing it.
But it was enough to surprise little Randolph. As Achylia's staff grazes the nearby bush, grass slashes as if cut by a sword.
“Now, repeat after me. Wind."
Tiny Randolph looks at Achilles' sheep with his eyes widened.
And Achylia lets out a slow, occasional swing of her sword, each time she senses an intense, sharp energy.
Small Randolph turns his head and looks up at the large Randolph. The large Randolph sends a signal that you can follow him, just sticking your head to the side.
Randolph, frankly, only looks ridiculed by Achylia's actions. But I thought that little Randolph was an unanswered apprentice.
A small Randolph begins to roam along Achilles' heel. As the two little boys swayed over, it was truly ridiculous.
As little Randolph follows him, a gentle smile comes to Achylia's face. I swing my sword again. And little Randolph swings his sword.
His sword didn't improve so fast, but it looks much better than swinging along Randolph's posture.
Birds in the mountains are singing, and the woodpecker knocks on the tree. The heavy waterfall continues to pour into the pool, as it has always been, and sometimes the wind blows and the trees groan.
Albrecht smiles warmly and gazes at the scene. Looking at it for a long time, I gained rest and peace.
But that rest and peace did not last long. A knight approaches Albrecht and cautiously says:
“Your Majesty, the people of the Mikele family are asking to see you. ”
Speaking of work, Albrecht's soft smile disappears quickly and solidifies like a rock.
“I told you I wouldn't see anyone until the trial. ”
The knight hesitates for a moment, not knowing what to do, and then says it again.
“But it did bring an Elven letter. Should I just send it back?”
One of Albrecht's eyebrows raises. Then I turned my head and looked up at the knight.
The knight lowers his head deeper without making eye contact. In fact, he used to say something Elf-like, but I just thought I'd have to tell the king about the Elves first.
I would have grabbed the merchant at the same time, but there's a Dwarf nearby now, just in case.
“Tell me more. ”
“According to the merchant, their merchant who was dispatched to the south of Aqaten saw the Elves and received a letter from them, and all they heard was to deliver it to the owner of the world. The Bible says that the letter is in a pottery modeled after the angel of babies, although it is written in the ancient language and does not know the contents. ”
“A baby angel?”
“Yes, that's what I heard. ”
Albrecht turns his head back to look at the knight. What do you think they're up to? Do you have the nerve to do this?
In Albrecht's heart, a flame of fury blazes out.
However, Albrecht sees Achylia and a little Randolph, which are swaying in his eyes.
Achilles knew the ancient language. When I saw the content, I thought I could kill him.
But before the trial, I questioned whether I could meet with the parties. Albrecht didn't know much about the law, even if he had modern memories.
There was a serious issue with fairness in meeting with the case parties before the court proceeded with common sense. However, in Albrecht's mind, the word "baby" continues to circulate.
I have had heartache for almost a decade because of my beloved Rosamund and his childhood problems. If curiosity didn't work, it was abnormal.
Albrecht suddenly remembers Lucas. The bribe he offered was over if he left and just refused.
However, as merchants of the League of Merchants, Albrecht has made a proposal that is not easy to refuse.
Achilles was still moaning, not knowing the world was going to end.
Chapter 26 The end of an offer that cannot be rejected.
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