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The room is smelly and the walls are decorated with nets, ropes, and giant fish bones.

Huge barrels instead of tables. A smaller barrel surrounds it. He seems to be replacing the chair.

When we got to our seats, they put in some cheap wine.

Chelina, for sailors, cheap wine doesn't seem to rot. It's a water substitute.

It was strange that there was wine even though it was not a land where grapes could be picked, but I'm sure they were imported from somewhere.

I decided to drink it lightly because it didn't seem like alcohol was that strong. Originally, it's strong for alcohol. It would be no different to water for a Hug who is a dwarf.

Elf Yalarai also spoke without changing one complexion. Is the elf in this world resistant to alcohol?

"Well, let's talk a little bit about sea dragons first. In the first place, an organization called Sea Dragon was a mutual aid organization that brought together people who were dissatisfied with the policies of this country."

Hmm? Mutual aid organisations? Aren't you a resistance organization?

"Of course I wasn't willing to be hostile to the country, even if I was dissatisfied.... at first. Hailong had a representative known as the Three Executives. Me and Paul Mormole. And Cargo Veriero... that's Cerina's father."

"Huh?"

Thinking stops at unexpected people.

"Initially it was an alliance to help each other survive against repression, but gradually radical opinions emerge. Well, I was stirring it up."

So Bakhar smiled bitterly.

Who's Paul Mormole, by the way?

... right. The president of the Chamber of Commerce, who had been pushed from the country to dispose of impurities and was about to crumble. I remember.

"I couldn't stand to be treated like a bug. In fact, a large number of humans who agree with the sea dragon also began to lean that way. Then Cargo Veriero said he would pull himself out and leave the surrogate behind."

Hmm... so Chelina's father has nothing to do with this one?

"I'm that deputy, but I was a man I didn't know how to handle from the start, but the information and funds he prepared were too appealing"

"You used to make such a suspicious man an executive."

"If it weren't for Chelina's introduction to her father, she wouldn't be able to hire him. But my father had his heart beating that he was all right."

"I told you... hey, no way about Chelina this time."

Bakhar stirs cheap wine all at once in a wooden cup. Don't be like that when a colored black man does it. Shit.

"I'm not that stupid either. I was always on guard against him. … but"

"But?"

Suddenly Bakhar threw the cup at the wall. The giant fish bones that were decorated crumble and fly.

"What betrayed you! Paul Mormole! That son of a bitch! Forget I ever owed you. You sold Chelina!

Me too, if the cup in my hand was a glass, I would have gripped it to pieces. My head is going to boil.

I take the cigarette and lighter out of my pocket and light the fire.

I feel like I finally caught up a little after taking Nicotine into my lungs as much as I wanted. Ashes dropped to the floor but no one complained.

"So, what's wrong with that mortar bastard?

"He was wearing a cat at the three-executive meeting. Let's get Chelina on the flag so we can get in tune. If I do it for it, I'll be checking out the details of the operation. If I thought about it now, I'd have bought you some time. Thanks to you, this place is surrounded."

"Hmm..."

When I inhale cigarette smoke hard, it turns to ash all at once, I said as I lit the second cigarette.

"But isn't that odd?

"What is it?

"Because this is the headquarters of the Resistance. I have three executives. Chelina's the only one who can grab it."

"Hmm. That fucking pig king would have it"

At some point Bakhar drank the grape wine directly from the ceramic bottle.

"I can't see around at all. You think you can crush us at any time. So I grabbed only Chelina with my own desire priority. Yeah, and by the way, the Mormole bastards followed the soldiers who took Chelina while rubbing hands. Because the bounty said so."

"That's garbage."

"Oh, he's a cunt"

Burning gaze crosses. I wonder how much you like Chelina. Hopefully this goth will work out for you, Bakhar.

"Captain!"

A man dressed as an armed fisherman broke in with the momentum to kick through the entrance.

"There's a representative of the area!

"All right, let's go"

In this way, new allies were added to the operation for the recapture of Cerina and the overthrow of the State.

Is that it?

You smell like sweat if you do something?

――――

"We're going to the square first!

A colored black, balanced slim muscle man screams.

The city was so full of chaotic noise that I couldn't hear it without screaming.

"Missouri! Suppress all those rioting idiots over there! You stay put and kick your asses around as a vigilante!

"Roger that!

A young fisherman called Missouri rallied his fellow youths and slammed them into a mob about to smash down the store.

"Hmm? There are some nice things about you."

"... what are you talking about?

You're taking the young one off the front line. How did you find out? Brain muscle, but not a bad one. It doesn't look good. I wonder if Chelina has a good man close to her, too. Even a fishery guild guild leader wouldn't be bad.

The boulevard ahead that ran through was so full of people to say where there were so many people.

"These slums are getting together, too. Just fine."

Color Black fisherman Bakhar looks niggardly and bad.

"What?

I didn't have time to hear back. I reached the square of examples. It's a circular square lined with new dewstores of bored memories in sandals.

For some reason, there are several carriages gathered in the center, surrounded by fishermen and armed humans to protect them around.

"Are you ready?!

"Well, that's..."

The man Bakhar called for walked out of the wolf.

"Problem?

"I don't know what to say."

A man questioned by Bakhar is moving his hands and feet hard, but if he doesn't move his mouth, I don't know the story.

"Let me explain that to you."

Man from behind man again.

You're just a guy......

suspicious wrapped around a pitch-black robe...... no, he was a perfectly suspicious man.

"It's you. I thought you left the partition here.

"Hmm. I finished everything I needed"

If he does something, he looks great. I don't want to be your friend.

"But when I look at this guy, does he seem to have a problem?

Bakhar thumbed at an earlier man.

"It is your subjectivity. We haven't had a problem."

"Though it looks like it's occurring?

Bakhar sighs.

"I must apologize to you."

I don't see any indication that I seem sorry from the black robe guy for using the word apology. Bakhar prompts ahead with his jaw.

"As a matter of fact, I am only the proxy of the Lord. I'm sorry I cheated."

Bakhar sighs again. Whatever you think, "I knew that" attitude.

"Sort of? Which one of you is the real representative?

I guess this is the one who came to replace Chelina's father in what I heard at the Fisheries Guild. Apparently the funds and information were a luxurious patron presence......

"Akira...... Kao?

"To?"

Turning to the unusual call, there was that man (more so) there.

"My lord?!

Yes. It was Baron Lettere, the man who appeared to sneak in with Kosokoso from between the carriages.

"Why are you here?

What an incredible thing to have a man in the center of it who doesn't look the best in this place with all the rage.

"Oh... I... am the real... three executives."

"Are you serious?"

I poke Bakhar with my elbow.

"I was thinking about the possibilities. But most unlikely. To be honest, I was clawing that I was Special Minister for Brow Sauer..."

He answered in a whisper.

"Why is that where Brow's name comes up?

It is the name of an angry man.

"He's been treated cold in the royal palace even though he's so capable. Apparently King Pilates in particular is raising discontent day by day. Honestly, if Brau was an executive, it would have been like getting this revolution."

"Couldn't you have checked in advance?"

"Are you a sea dragon executive? But you're telling me to go ask? This is still a secret organization."

I smile as I subtly say something that smells like a cook.

"Baron Lettere is bettered with King Pilates. I can also tell by having various privileges despite the low title. But financial and intelligence are impeccable."

Me and Bakhar look at each other for a few seconds, then peek at Baron Creepy's face.

"Hey, what is it?

"Yes, no, I wondered why a fine man like Baron Lettere would have participated in every such project."

"Oh... oh..."

Otsey or not.

"Che... for Veriero's daughter."

"Chelina's?

I can't see the story subtly.

"I really want to be your daughter-in-law. Che... Veriello, your daughter hates me..."

Did you understand?

"Of course I still think so. But maybe I can't do that."

Kimodev shrinks. Out of the way. That's funny. This guy.

"But His Majesty's... His Majesty King Pilates II's... Only your daughter-in-law... I can't forgive you!

It was a kimeface. It's creepy... but no, you're a man's face. Nice face, Baron Lettere.

"I also got a story from Cargo about the executives to protect your daughter... I can do my best for her!

Cargo...... Chelina's father?

You're firmer than this guy looks.

"Your Majesty's... daughter-in-law... everyone... it's broken."

"Break?"

I accidentally spoke out.

"Your body... and your heart... whoa?!

Your Excellency screams. Look at my face.

"Excuse me. I got a little blood on my head"

He must have had an awesome look on his face. Calm down. I took out a cigarette and lit a fire while I thought it was rude in front of His Excellency.

"I was frightened. But it's as bad as that..."

"... that's garbage"

He threw up in a surprisingly sharp voice himself.

"Oh, you scumbag"

"Only your daughter... protects you"

Me, Bakhar, Baron Lettel spit out a strong resolve.

"Then let's run the operation."

Bakhar and the Baron climbed onto a steeply built platform in the center of the square.