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Lindehorn of Albrecht was the most intelligent and courageous horse that Randolph had ever managed, from lineage to training.
From divergence to instant acceleration, the knights' horses were even better horses than regular horses, but they were far from enough to follow Albrecht's Lindehorn.
Albrecht tries to join his knights, but he doesn't see where they've been scattered.
At this rate, I decided to explore the Kingdom more. Albrecht turns back the way he came.
He was directly involved in the urban planning, but he didn't know everything.
On this occasion, I decided to take a little more time to look at how people lived and how buildings were entering.
Albrecht speeds up the Lindehorn again. The glossy black fur of the Lindehorn gives way to a tightly packed distance, twitching muscles.
As we got to the outskirts of the city, the paths became narrower and more intricate. After passing through the rich town to the place where ordinary citizens live, the houses on the 2nd and 3rd floors were nearby.
On the second or third floors, I saw a lot of connections between the building across from the veranda and the laundry line. Albrecht has slowed down as the children are leaping in the alley.
Adult men didn't seem to see much because they either went to work on building the walls or went to the top.
Most of the girls were running around the street doing chores with their windows open.
None of them thought Albrecht was the king. Just a rich man dressed in a silk robe wondering what's going on here.
Albrecht drives slowly and looks at them with a bold look. People meet Albrecht's eyes. There didn't seem to be any worries on people's faces.
Albrecht raises his head and looks out the window.
Men, women, adults and children all watched the man in fancy silk clothes and luxurious red capes.
Albrecht looks at them and thinks for a moment. The citizens of the royal province did not build farms unlike ordinary territories of this age, but engaged in various jobs.
The king was fortified and outcast, with a city built outside, and a city wall that encompassed the city again.
The city walls are now significantly larger than the size of the city. Even though Carfen opposed, Albrecht clearly pushed the city's population forward.
The wall was long and large enough that you might not see Albrecht complete in your lifetime.
Albrecht is not in a hurry to defend himself, so he has built enough walls to create a kind of government project and job.
Albrecht paid the wages, not exploiting people's labor, and ensured a thorough break.
Outside the city walls, the Buzzer River flows to the north and the Blitz River flows to the south.
The Blitz River flows in the shape of twisted lightning, something people have long named Blitz after lightning.
In fact, the Blitz was a tributary of the Buzzer River, which split down from the far north.
Anyway, two rivers were developing a large farm, all of which Albrecht was pouring out of money.
Seeing that citizens were not working in agriculture and working in various jobs, they had to procure food constantly.
Not all of them, of course, were Albrecht's, and there were many traders who specialized in supplying large quantities of food.
Though it has not yet been harvested properly, Albrecht is expected to provide the city with the most food soon.
Food was not supplied free of charge, it was also a business.
Of course, Albrecht's food had a preferential right of sale, so there would have been enormous returns over time. It was because people couldn't live without food.
“Hey, rich guy. Can I just touch the horse once? ”
While Albrecht was slowly thinking about Lindehorn, a boy fearlessly approached Albrecht and spoke to him.
The boy's friends are a little frightened from afar, and they're looking this way with an anticipated look.
Albrecht smiled and said.
“He's a little dangerous. You can get hurt if you touch it. ”
Then I leaned down to the side and hugged the child. You hold the child with one arm and take it down the street for a moment.
The child was shocked and grabbed Albrecht by the neck. His friends were also surprised and ran along Albrecht.
The child's brown hair flew roughly and his eyes only grew into a flashlight cup. The car was the first time a child was born, because it was an age without bikes.
The child's heart was beating like crazy. But I didn't feel bad. No, I found it rather thrilling.
Albrecht stops Lindehorn, lowers his waist deeply and gently lowers the child.
After stepping on the ground, the child was distracted for a moment. I had never felt this kind of speed before, so I was distracted.
The child looks up at Albrecht with a frozen face. Albrecht glances down at the child on the horse and just smiles softly.
Then, leaving the child alone, he races to the outskirts of the city.
You hear the children chattering behind Albrecht.
“Hey, you okay? ”
“How was it?”
The child stares at Albrecht, dumbfounded.
“I felt like a bird. It was like flying in the sky. ”
Albrecht's smile became darker.
It was natural for the city to expand as it got farther away from the city of Grossburg.
The problem was that city developers employed by Albrecht could not cover the full area.
I had a good plan, but I couldn't practically oversee everything.
Albrecht was at war more often than anyone, and he knew his plan would be futile when he entered the field.
So I didn't want to yell at the city developers. It was just reality.
Near the castle were mostly wealthy rich people and nobles, and large, large mansions and shops were neatly maintained.
As Albrecht rode the Lindehorn to the outskirts of the city, his economic standard of living continued to decline.
The road became much more complicated when we moved away from the mainstream areas of ordinary citizens. And then I started seeing unauthorized buildings.
A small stream flows out of the Blitz, and there are numerous shacks built around it.
It was a slum for all to see. Why do we always have favelas all the time, all the time?
When people got together, class would emerge, and the living standards naturally changed with the economic gap.
It was humanity's oldest unsolved homework, even in the modern world, and it was no different from the world Albrecht now lives in.
Albrecht knew in common sense about socioeconomic and structural hierarchical differentiation and conflict, but did not approach it lightly.
As Wittgenstein said, I thought I should be silent about what I couldn't say.
It was different from what he meant, but I thought it was better to just leave the unknown alone than to mess with it. It was a case dedicated to philosophical discourse.
In a narrow stream, people were smelling like laundry, bathing, lengthening living water, cooking and throwing it away again.
However, bright laughter blossomed on the faces of the women of Morgol who had plotted. Even though they didn't starve, they thought this place was heaven.
We have to be silent about unspeakable problems, but abandoning the bloodstream like that could lead to waterborne diseases such as typhoid, dysentery, and cholera. They were all plagues that didn't have an answer in this age.
Albrecht invited Lucretian sewer engineers to expand the city in the first place, along with the sewers.
However, the stagnant areas, such as the slums, naturally did not reach the sewerage system.
Technically, they were not poor. It was because he had gotten away with eating and living. There were still people everywhere starving to death when we got out of Wrightingen.
Albrecht called them slums because there was a huge gap between them and the average citizen without having to go to a wealthy neighborhood.
The reason they lived like this was because they could not afford the house price that had been raised according to the law of supply and demand, even though they had no problem eating.
As Albrecht rides past, the girls are holding their babies in their arms and looking up at the laundry. Albrecht pauses and looks down at the girls.
They had no idea Albrecht was king, and were wondering what the rich were doing in this ugly neighborhood.
The stench irritates Albrecht's nose, but Albrecht's expression does not frown as much as the smell from the soldiers' bodies on the battlefield.
I just swiped a soft, single blonde behind my ear, looking at them with a pale blue eye.
“Any discomfort in living? ”
Albrecht's nonsense told me that the girls stopped the washing bats and looked up at the crumpled posture, but there was no answer.
Rich, but the scar on his face and the huge size of it, they thought it was unusual.
How rich can he be with two swords? Look at that cape. I could feel its softness with my eyes.
“Why is there no answer? I asked if it was worth living. ”
Albrecht asked again with a bold expression, without a red face.
The girls stare at each other and look back up at Albrecht.
“Don't you see? Where is this paradise worth living in all the world? ”
“The rich lady thinks we look like rats in a ditch. ”
“But I still look like a man. Man of the night, I wonder. ”
“That's right. But isn't the bottom just a pinky? Rule.”
“Maybe. I've seen a lot of guys like that. Rule.”
The women boldly harassed Albrecht. Albrecht simply smiles. I didn't think there was a problem with living, so I thought that was it.
But I called the city developers, and I thought I'd put a sewer here, too.
Wrightingen's Sewers were the Blitz River to the south. Dozens of kilometers away from the Buzzer River to the north, and I thought I'd build a waterway there if I needed to.
Of course it was also a large-scale construction. If the dwarf hadn't had a loan, it would have been insurmountable.
Albrecht tries to make his way through the girls again, but he hears a thick man's voice next to him.
“Hey, hey. Rich guy.Why are you picking on the ladies? Do you like it that way? ”
Albrecht turns his head and sees a large man looking at Albrecht. There were four more of them, just as big.
The expression of the women who harassed Albrecht hardened in an instant. Then he quickly bowed his head and pretended not to see or hear.
I quickly tried to get the laundry out of the way, but two men stopped them.
“Where are you going? My rich man seems to like you guys. Hold on a second. ”
“Don't be ridiculous. Out of my way."
“Hey, this lady. If we talk about it, we could make a month's worth of living. Just a little longer. Here you go."
A huge man forces his henchmen to take them to Albrecht.
Albrecht felt disgusted by what they were doing. It was a gangster thing. They weren't prostitutes, they were trying to coerce her to Albrecht.
They didn't need logic. Albrecht spoke to the ladies and said he was interested, so he would let go of the coercion if he didn't buy it.
When it got crowded, people were looking over here from a distance in an awkward atmosphere.
They were all plotting together, but they were not dry or unable to eat.
“Don't touch me. ”
“Let go, let go. ”
The chicks try to rebel, but there's no way they can fight back from their physical strength. Their forearms are their thighs. The babies on their backs burst into tears.
Albrecht secretly looks at the sheep on the horse, and one of the loafers says,
“Hold still. Who does this rich guy look like? ”
“Who?”
“Huh? I think I've seen him somewhere. Were we at the gambling parlor? ”
The five loaves stopped and looked at Albrecht quietly.
Albrecht glances down at them with a grave look. Unexpectedly, the girls also looked up at Albrecht.
One of them said,
“Weren't there scars like that on the king's face? I think the king was blonde, too. And two knives. ”
The man's words became cold water, and he was trampled on people. The people inside the intestine remained motionless as if time had stopped.
After a while, they looked like they were fucked, and then they all threw out at the same time as if they had been pre-made.
Albrecht thought it was a bit odd that someone that big would be able to run that fast.
He would, too, because they were running for their lives. Albrecht drives his horse after them.
The women behind you look dazed. Who is it?
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