Card collector from different worlds

A vote will be taken today after the meeting.

As a result, even on the way to the conference hall, the dwarves walking down the street are softly restless.

As early as today, a king will be born.

Most importantly, few people think it will be decided today because the names of the king candidates we are proposing at this stage have also been made public to the people gathered in this town.

Still, there are only a few possibilities, so we're all looking forward to the evening's announcement.

And the second day of the meeting was started with everyone in place, and now it's already a afternoon break and an afternoon meeting.

Waguni stole Daknival by the side.

Up to this point, each of the Selection Marshals is heated about his or her proposed candidate and is theoretically armed to try to argue the other's claims.

So far, there has been no selection marshal who has changed his own claims.

During the solemn meeting, Waguni was attentive to Daknibal without distraction.

There's something before the vote...... Daknival is bound to hit me with some kind of hand, that's what I've been wary of all morning, but I haven't tried to get it moving yet.

"... weird"

That is Waguni's honest sentiment.

I have hired people to do various jamming operations until I took risks.

All in order to be able to take on the king the person he himself pushes.

No means were chosen to eliminate the intruders.

Then isn't this a legitimate place where you can't give in?

Waguni had therefore intensified his frustration with Daknibal, who never tried to move.

"... why are you setting me up with nothing"

On the other hand, neither the comrade Ankle nor Peeler cared for the creepy quiet Daknival.

At the countermeasures meeting the day before, Daknival stated that he had declared defeat, but the two believe the situation is five and five minutes.

Only one man can win if he draws into the camp.

We both don't understand why we're not doing it.

It is as if Dachnibal has given up on being able to take on the king the one he elects.

That's the impression I got.

Running out of money?

No more status to give?

Any other reason?

Ankles and peelers had also intensified frustration for a different reason than waguni.

Waguni, behind that and the thoughts of the Ankles, the afternoon meeting will be about to come to an end.

After this it will be a vote and the results will also be communicated to the assembled people.

It is also the moment for the Chosen Horseman to do his true work.

"Then I think we've come up with an argument, too. It's time to get into the vote to elect the king of my clan."

According to the chairman, the secretary and the inspector bring paper and a pen.

"Write here the name of the person you will name."

Seven selectors hold a pen and write down their names.

The chancellor gathers that and reads it out on the spot.

"Then read out the name. Cohen Eldi Sprime, Fulpo Hidu Roguen, Darven So Diller, Cohen Eldi Sprime, Fulpo Hidu Roguen, Cohen Eldi Sprime, Fulpo Hidu Roguen. That's it."

The secretary was even transferring the current contents.

When the names of the seven names have been written, the tallies are made.

As initially expected, I got three votes each for Cohen and Fulpo, and it looks like Darven got one.

"This shall leave Darven So Diller with one vote and tomorrow there shall be a final vote by Cohen Eldi Sprime and Fulpo Hidu Roguen"

"Ha."

Gradually, the chairman declares, and the seven behead.

This opened the second day of the selection meeting.

The meeting is over and, following yesterday, it is the second counter-measures meeting.

On that seat, Daknival bowed his head toward everyone.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't help you."

"What do you say"

"I may still have my hands. Be sure to take it in now..."

Ankle and Peeler say it orally, but Daknival just shook his neck sideways.

I didn't spend any time with Daknival before. I've already promised the other selection candidates the most concessions, and they still didn't shake their heads vertically.

I don't think I'm going to change the purpose after what I've talked about in the last few days. That's only because it's a Daknival that actually worked.

"Then give me one last resort..."

"No, let's stop the rare thing. Now when we're female, we decide to assassinate here, and if we fail, we lose everything. Even if we succeed, I don't think our wishes will come true. Then it's not too late to choose the time and have a winnable formula."

That's why Daknival says wait now.

As early as one or two shifts, there could be more full-pops, and now he says don't push it.

Conversely, ankles and peelers do not readily subscribe to Daknival's words.

I can't wait, not because I know what he will do by waiting.

Reverse the king of the Dwarves.

That's what Daknival says.

It's not like putting a king candidate or a selection candidate in your hands.

Dachnibal says he wants to make the king of the race a deceased.

Will I be able to make it that far?

They looked at each other.

But here's what Daknival said as if he saw through it.

"I don't know when an unfortunate accident can happen"

"Oh, yeah."

"Not at all..............."

Hahahahaha and a dry laugh echoes indoors.

And despite his progress and retreat, Fulpo yawned so loudly that he left me alone.

Seeing that, the meeting was now open.

Tomorrow is the final vote.

Meanwhile, Waguni went back to the inn to tell the Veloslavs what was going on today.

What's the problem? Waguni wondered how to tell his surprised son what his concerns were.

I mean, you're too grown-up.

"Dad, which one of you thinks they're up to something behind this?

"Well...... right"

The second day of the meeting ended without any turmoil.

This was an unthinkable event for Waguni.

Dakunibal, who had previously visited Waguni to recommend Fulpo, tried to be flexible with his interests, rather than speaking with reason.

I suppose I'll have gold, status, woman, honor, everything, stuffed with what I want.

I still remember the madness of that time.

"This guy sucks"

There was something in Daknival that made me think so.

He said he was a chosen candidate of civilian origin. That kind of thing seems to happen occasionally in history.

So that's good.

Because the Lords have no ancient knowledge, it is only natural to travel around the place.

But he is very different from the other chosen candidates.

The chosen statue of the Marquis and the common Dwarf he thinks is somewhere off.

"He's up to something. I can see that. I know... I don't know what that is."

"Then we can't take care of it."

"Regrettably, I may be."

What I really regret is not being able to speak well of this' deviation 'in Waguni's mind.

Waguni actually touched on his essence by meeting and meeting with Daknival.

I know his danger, his greed.

Veroslav, on the other hand, did not fully understand what his father feared because he could only learn about Daknival from such a father's words.

For this reason, even if the slightest temperature difference talks about the same person, there is no good communication.

Veloslav decided to keep Daknival's name in mind because he was a dangerous figure for his father.

And it wasn't until years ago that Veloslav remembered this day's conversation.

Tomorrow is the final vote.

Waguni also cut up the conversation and decided to go to bed.

Veroslav also recommends it. Tomorrow is the showdown, and he said to rest his body quickly.

On the night of the second day of the Selected Horsemen's Meeting, it was thus further improved.

And the next morning, the day of the final vote.

On this day, for the first time in more than a decade, a new Dwarf king is born.

In an attempt to see that moment, a third day of meetings began as many Dwarves watched.

In anticipation of the birth of the new king, many liquor-loving dwarves withheld their liquor.

To swallow after a decision is made.

It was also the only prayer the Dwarves could make.

Less than eight hours until King Dwarf decides.