Alchemist Yuki's Strategy

"Well... fucking bald, when's the first time I've seen you like this?

"Ahhh? Are you done, fucking grandpa? No. I don't remember knee-jerking each other since I became Alliance Master, and you're like 20 years old?

After a troublesome look, he was guided to the reception room by a waiter who had refrained before the look.

Yes, that's why I was summoned by Sir Arzis von Klatt.

After a few minutes of waiting, Sir Kratt, who had changed from a luxurious costume at the sight to a solid outfit, appeared, and the baldness and gray hair were not knees, but corners.

"Ha ha, you don't seem to have fallen for a boring man drooling over authority. Best of all, fucking bald"

"Temehe seems to have drowned in power and not become a rotten Imperial nobleman. Above all, goddamn it. No."

"Ha ha!

"Kuha!

He's grinningly shaking his hand on the surface, and I know he's actually close, but the hand being exchanged has tremendous force, and the ground being stepped on is smudging and screaming.

... young people will have to come forward to make peace in the Labyrinth City.

"Ah, Duke of Krat, with all due respect, I would like to take your leave."

"Oh, yeah, he was. He was. George, I don't know about this fucking baldness, but you don't have to be afraid in an informal setting, do you?

"But..."

"I don't mind. Anyway, I just want to appeal to the dragon hunters to get along."

As good as it gets.

But... in case Liberlion fails treasonably, I feel like he's going to be beaten first... well, let's take care of the relationship I said this to increase our success rate a little bit.

"I will now call you Lord Arzis."

"Um, do it that way. You should make it easier first"

"Ha."

Sit back on a luxury sofa made of fuge-class Lizard leather as prompted and confront the Duke again.

"Well, there's nothing else I called you about the reward."

At the same time as facing each other, Lord Arzis turned the atmosphere around.

I was given a bag that already contained large gold coins when I saw it... Is this you? Eliza and Al said...

"of the honorable Duke of Krat's house."

There he is. It's a ministerial consultation. I remember the conversation well together.

I need to say no properly.

"- Wouldn't you be the next principals?

"Much appreciated. - Huh?

"Good. Will you take it? Now my daughter will be happy."

"Hey, huh?

"Well, at this young age, a class A adventurer, and a dragon slayer would never match his character."

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"So why don't you tell her I'll see her once?

Both the fucking grandfathers who nibble managed to solicit excuses and were thrust down to the prepared drop point.

To hear the story, Mira von Klatt, a Labyrinth city-born son, said she admired the adventurer and wanted to hear about the A-level adventurer.

The story of the dragon killer was worth a thousand gold or something, and instead, he promised me that he would pay me all the loans for the Liberion clan homes and carriages in the Kingdom of Kranzel apart from the big gold coins in the prize.

I don't know how much money Eliza and Lier actually make because they're doing it, but even if they're making enough money, it should be a good amount because they've expanded for five years or so at once.

Gilmouth and the Duke still had things to discuss, so I got to meet up with a bunch of dukes soon.

Unlike the path leading between the sights, he proceeded with the guidance of the samurai through the corridor of the making not of luxury but of a solid quality, as if it represented the character of the Duke, and went out into a wide garden.

A beautiful girl who loves flowers with a young samurai in a garden flower bed would be the Duke of Mira von Klatt warrant.

When the samurai noticed this way and struck Miss Mira in the ear about something, Miss Mira stood up with a momentum that seemed to sound badly and turned this way.

The samurai fell brilliantly. My husband doesn't realize that.

The maid who was guiding her puts her hand on her forehead like she was attacked by a sudden headache, and Miss Mira and the beautiful girl with chestnut hair run over this way, putting down the fallen little maid.

As far as it goes, I've heard of your wife, but it seems to be an incontrovertible fact.

Miss Mira, who came running this way, still showed her as a duke's maid or as a brilliant curtesy.

"I will write to you first. Dragon Slayer, Dear George. My name is Mira Kratt. Please feel free to call me Mira."

By the time Miss Mira was able to finish her name in one breath, she was the same age and thought maid who had fallen and refrained behind Miss Mira with a clear face.

This one greets the girl looking up at this one with her uplifted cheeks and moist eyes on one knee.

"I will do as you see first. Dear Mira von Klat, I am here for you."

"Dear George, please don't be so afraid. If you let the legendary Dragonslayer crawl to the ground, you will fail to honor the Duke of Krat's house."

Miss Mira pulled my hand and made me stand up, taking her straight to the white chair by the pond.

"Come on, hang up. Please let me tell you something about George to poor me who can't get me out of my house."

Miss Mira, who meditated one eye adorably and smiled fun-filled, sat opposite it herself as she sat me in a chair.

I'm having a little trouble even if they say so... do you want to work hard?