Civilization Game

"I know. That's why I'm not trying."

Rod tapped his shoulder with a tough look. In the meantime, even the dark circles under his trademark eye were rarely recovered.

"But you're stuck in a losing ritual, and you're just a dog, right? I hope you don't treat me the same way."

That said, Phoenix gently changed it.

"Just settle down? Do you think we have time to fight amongst our brothers? It's all about the Jo Fox Clan versus the integration! To break that damn chain you told me about!"

"Wouldn't it be much quicker for everyone to get together and have a conversation and come to an agreement?"

Phoenix shakes his head with a stiff face.

"Power is everything to us. Cooperating with the Coexistence? It's absolutely impossible for gangsters who have lived their whole lives advancing into the dirt of the back alley."

Rod smiles as he listens to him.

"You're right."

A piece of paperwork fell through Phoenix's eyes. He looked at the document with a curious glance.

"What is this?"

"Martin's list of favored Jofoxclans."

The impression of Phoenix looking at the document was sharply frowned.

"Did you think Martin favored you Brass?"

Lord smiles and speaks.

"He has carefully observed your forces and supplied you with different weapons and supplies to keep your balance of power tight. And I encouraged you to fight each other. That way you'll know better."

Martin was quite wary of the emergence of forces that would threaten him, just as he had oppressed the crown and even handed over the king's basic military authority to the Underheim guards. The Jofoxclan was in a similar context. Martin always wanted the Jo Fox Clan to collapse into the back alley and pay back their winnings, but he didn't want their union.

"……"

Phoenix sighs heavily as he looks at the document.

"…… we were guessing. But as I said before, it's inevitable. Gangsters are all about power. Coexistence and cooperation cannot exist until someone declares defeat and obedience."

"Do you want us to help you?"

"…… what?"

Now there are all the stories they can hear. It was time to get to the point.

"Unlike Martin, our royal family intends to ‘discriminate’. I'll help your brass defeat the Joffolk Clan from behind."

"…… How can I help you? Each clan has a balance of tension between them. Our brass wave, number one, doesn't have a lot of steel and power cars in second place."

As Phoenix calms down, Beatrice stands on top of him and approaches the side of the road. Lord stroked her head and said.

"Thirty assassins and Beatrice."

"That's it... What, what?

Phoenix's mouth widens.

"Why are you short?"

Phoenix shuts up. It was overwhelming for someone. Beatrice alone will wipe out this world. Thirty assassins there… except for an army that cannot be mobilized directly into back-alley combat, which in effect supports the majority of the royal forces.

"Instead."

Rod raises his index finger.

"You do me a favor. Since then, we can go our own way without any debts. What do you think?"

"What is that request?

"Uh, um... I haven't decided yet."

When Lord says so, Phoenix smiles bitterly. Phoenix takes quite a long time to worry and finally opens his mouth.

"Hehe, I like the cunning side of Abyss. Good. But we have a condition."

"On what terms?"

"A promise to do me a favor must be honored in the name of Phoenix. But if the content of the request directly threatens the survival of our organization, I will have to refuse as the leader of an organization. If you're the boss, I think you can understand my position."

Lord smiles slowly.

"I understand, Phoenix. So we're friends now?"

Lord did the jaw. An assassin approaches and frees the rope that was holding Phoenix. Phoenix woke up and said,

"There are no friends in the organization. There are only ups and downs."

"Haha, that's too bad."

"Don't bother. The more urgent and desperate side down here, the better. I don't know which man's plan came out of his head, but you've pierced through the most desperate part of me."

Phoenix bows.

"Farewell, Elder Brother."

Rod looks a little squeamish and disgusted.

"Ugh, that's gross. Are you sure you want to do that title?"

"You and your brother are the only members of the organization I've ever known!"

"…… Oh, okay."

"When are you going to support the Assassins? This is not a good situation. The Misrellians took one of our workshops."

"Take the horn out of the box. We can start tomorrow. I think it's best if you join forces as soon as possible."

Beatrice grabs Rod's sleeve. Lord looks down, and she looks up at him as if she doesn't want to go to the dentist.

Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough! Is'

Rod's body twists. Seriously, this cute thing was lethal.

"I'm sorry. Bea, but can you do one more favor for me?"

"……"

Eventually, she agreed to nod shyly. Lord looked back again, he said.

"Phoenix."

"What?"

"If you do anything strange to her, I'll kill you."

Lord raises his eyes wide open. Phoenix nods quickly, flawed.

"…… Ah, I see."

"Good. Then we're done here, right?"

Rod says as he runs along the base. As he turns his back and tries to get out, Phoenix suddenly cries out, hesitating about something.

"Tongue, brother!"

"What is it?"

"…… Maid Blessing."

The road stands still. Phoenix mutters indifferently, blushing his face.

"Mee, please allow me to just dress up like Mae...!"

"……"

A moment of silence flowed.

"…… you bastard!"

Lord approaches. Phoenix did not back down, but walked with an exaggerated expression.

And no one was the first to high-five the two of them slammed their hands together. A cheerful sound echoes through the building.

"I knew you knew something!"

"I thought you'd understand!"

Soldiers and members of the group cheered as they saw it. It was once again a historic moment for royalty and tyranny to become one with the Maid's clothing.

'This country is finished.'

And the female assassins who were watching this took retirement seriously for a moment.

*

"Now, is this the next one?"

During Martin's free time on the Drug Farm, Roads intended to maximize his influence as much as possible.

And the most important puzzle in this plan. Even if you bring in another clan, if you don't have one, it's all meaningless. It was one of the three great forces of the Abyss, the 'Black Wing' of Unibell.

Rod takes a deep breath and looks at the building above the Black Wing Merchant Guild.

"Let's go, Bea."

"…… Yes, sir."

It was appropriate to say that the situation was hopeless. In the past, Unibell hates Lord horribly. And I wondered if the Abyss' top merchant guild, which had already been stably rooted, would hold hands with the royal family with only the possibility of instability.

But Lord needs the power of the Black Wing more than anything else. As long as the second ranking black wing helped me, I could compare it to Martin's mafia.

Rod enters the Merchant Guild building and rolls his head constantly even at this moment. As soon as I revealed my identity, I thought of the possibility of being beaten by the gate. What if I can't even meet Unibell? Do you think he'll listen to you if you grab him by the throat? If it were stretched out in front of the Chamber of Commerce, would it be embarrassing to let you in?

"Welcome. Thank you for visiting us at the top."

An elderly gentleman dressed in a suit bows and greets with one hand on his chest. Rod looks around for a moment. I saw flashing marble floors, staircases, vintage furniture, and bright lights on the ceiling. It looked luxurious enough to go to the palace.

Lord opens his mouth carefully.

"I'd like to meet the merchant owner of the Black Wing."

"Excuse me, sir, may I ask your honor?"

Lord is forced to remove the hood from the robe.

"I'm Rod Polentia. This is Beatrice on my escort."

"Oh, excuse me."

The old gentleman bowed with no surprise.

"This way, please. Your Majesty."

'… Huh?'

There were no anticipated doorways. The old gentleman gently led Lord and Beatrice to the third floor.

As you walk down the hallway, you see Demibeasts with weapons guarding the hallway in the middle. The old gentleman turned his back and said,

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

"What's the matter?"

"From here on out, you're on your own."

Beatrice raises her eyes. As her hands reach for the pocket on her thigh, the guards flinch and raise their spears.

"It's okay, Bea."

"…… Master."

"Nothing's going to happen. I'll be right back."

Beatrice looks anxious, but nods reluctantly.

Rod takes a simple body search to make sure he doesn't have any weapons on him, and then walks back down the hall. After several more passages, the old gentleman stopped walking in front of the room. And I knocked.

"Merchant. You have a visitor."

Just beyond the door! I heard a sound. That was about three minutes ago.

"Yes, tell them to come in."

Heave-ho. As you walk through the door, you see Unibell sitting on the couch. Her red hair is slightly stretched, and a rash of smudges breaks out.

"... What was that, you?"

Unibell narrows his eyes. Lord waves his hand with a smiling face.

"...... or don't sit there."

'Have a good time.' The old gentleman bowed down and greeted them, closed the door and retreated. As Lord sits on the couch across the street, she sighs and rises to her feet.

"Drink something."

"…… Huh?"

"Oh, my fucking ear is stuck! You asked me what I wanted to drink!"

The angry Surprise Road would like a quick 'large' coffee, please. 'I said. She stares at the road once and then starts boiling coffee, sweeping to the corner of the room.

"…… They let me in quicker than I thought."

Lord scratches his head and says,

"I was expecting a gate brace. Or is that it? You're gonna drag me so deep, you can hook me up without a sound?"

Unibelle turns her head and shoots at Lord once.

"First of all, this is inside the Merchant Guild, and I'm the merchant here. If I met you outside, I would have turned you into a bloodbath, but you're here as a guest, so don't get me wrong."

Are you saying you're covering for him? Lord smiles faintly. I saw her again just a little bit.

"Oh, of course."

She puts the coffee down in front of the road, making a loud noise.

"If you came here for nothing, those things you said would come true."

'… Hiic!'

She returns to her seat, sipping a mouthful of fruit juice, which is her own.

"So, let's hear what kind of balls you got here."

Lord slowly calms his trembling heart. Then I raised my cup of tea and tasted a cup of coffee.

It was pretty good. It was a little sweet, though.

"I'm going to the stonewall."

"…… a spur? I don't know what it is, but tell me."

"Come join me and hit Martin."