Hakai no Miko

What, this old man?

Without such a mixed glance of criticism for everyone, Solon walked over to Zukazka and Michena.

"Oh, my God, look at me so hard. My father-in-law came here to see you do your job. Can't you just greet me like this?

To put it that way. Solon raised his index fingers on both hands, so he pushed up both ends of Michena's lips and forced them into the form of a grin.

Michena, whose emotions were dull from hard work, is also shamefully minded by this.

"Please don't! What the hell?!"

To Michena, who pays her hand hard and screams, but Solon makes her laugh nicely.

"I thought he looked so hard that he was dying, but he still seemed fine."

And Michena gets stuck.

Though my heart was broken until earlier, my anger at Solon's rude behavior only slightly revitalized my mind.

The treasurers who were there watched the interaction with surprise.

If the treasurers had come with Michena from the city of Bornis, they would have heard of Solon for a long time.

He was drinking for me in the city of Bornis, a twisted old man. Somehow the Ethereal Horse likes it and has often been seen immersed in the office.

Rumor is, he seems to be an old man with a lot of knowledge and knowledge.

But that went too badly anyway.

It was every night that he drank it at the Affordable Tavern. It is no longer a routine tea meal to see you getting drunk on the streets of the city with all the lord's mansions.

That's all I have, and I even have a background in crowd circles, of bashing my lord, Ethereal Horse, into a stick. Even after that, he hardly even showed his face in court to thank the Ethereal Horse for his grace of being promoted (just) to a legal counsel instead of being tied up.

For the most part, the lawyers of the day were also angry.

But since Solon fumbled out only once about what whim he caused, that changes, too. The lawyers began to say teethy things with their mouths together, "He's not like he's involved in local law."

Everyone rumored to each other how hard it must have been for Solon to swing at me to keep me away from this until I used such a fool.

For this reason, many finance officers' perceptions of Solon were described as "a very annoying old man".

Everyone watched Michena in surprise as Solon, such an annoying old man, and Michena, their own superior officer, were their parents and daughters.

Mindful of his men's gaze, Michena dares speak of her relationship with Solon.

"That's what I promised you I'd adopt, too, but you don't have to come all the way here."

Michena was relieved (mostly) by how her men understood the situation. Solon suddenly said something outrageous.

"Okay. I'm not free to just watch my daughter do her job. How about a little help?"

That being said, Solon prepared a desk on his own, which he had placed in the corner of the room, and sat there.

When this happens, Solon doesn't even move in Teco. Besides, it wasn't something I figured out what I'd do again if I left it alone.

Michena, who knew so little about the character of such a solon, leaks one sigh, speaking to a young financier who was nearby.

"I know it's hard right now, but please assign some work to Master Solon"

Though the young financier agreed to Michena's instructions, he was inwardly lax.

I just can't get my job done. Mendax says it's enough to pull a leg in a situation like this, but it's taking care of an old man who doesn't even know how. I couldn't help it.

But he looks like a dirty old man, but he seems to be Michena's stepfather, the treasurer. You can't treat that coarsely either.

The young financier, who had heard that Solon was teaching the orphans arithmetic and letters at the orphanage, first found it hard to look at the paperwork that would only require simple calculations, and handed it over to Solon.

You told me you'd help out from me, and to Solon, who looked slightly dissatisfied when he received the paperwork, the young financier said, "Are you sure you'll do it?" And I get anxious. However, he stroked down his chest, ho ho ho ho ho, even though Solon began to turn the paperwork.

This will buy you some time to get to work on your own.

He was a young financier who thought so and went back to his job, but was immediately called by Solon.

Anyway, I guess there was something I didn't know. I hope you don't add more good work, and when I went to Solon with my inner stupidity, I laughed with a makeover and said, "Where didn't you know?" I tried to ask.

But sooner than the young financier spoke of it, Solon pushed the documents he was given a long way forward.

"It's over. Bring the next one."

No way, the financier thought.

It is certainly a simple calculation document. But I gave him a good amount. Whatever it takes to finish it all, it's too soon.

I hurried on the spot to confirm that I probably did it properly anyway, but as far as I can tell, there is no mistake.

Turning to his suspicious eyes as to whether this old man had indeed calculated, Solon looks musty and says, lowering his voice.

"Bring the next one"

It is an outrageous thing.

Besides, the young financier, who came to the caddie, deliberately put a certain document on his desk with a sound twice as loud as earlier. And when I snorted tiny enough to just say, "Let me just do it," I went back to my job.

Oh, boy, now you can finally get your job done.

Yes, the young financier thought, but it was premature.

In no time, once again, the young financier is called by Solon.

Solon pushed all the way through the paperwork that he had just been given to a young financier who came to think no way again.

"It's over. Bring the next one."

The young financier was surprised.

I rushed over the paperwork, but it's definitely all over. Besides, from what the young financier has confirmed, this time it doesn't seem to be a mistake.

Even while that's how the young financier checks the contents, Solon taps his desk with his fingers in a grumpy fashion and urges him.

The young financier, in that attitude, was once again kachin '.

The young financier, hurried back to his work desk, grabs a pile of paperwork that was behind him beyond his control. And when I took it back to Solon, I piled it up right in front of me.

"Okay, I'll take this, please"

The young financier went back to his work after telling him, out of the blue, "If you can do this, do it".

Exactly, only this time they won't call me as soon as they did earlier.

Besides, the young financier remembered an unintelligible sense of accomplishment.

But it is also between the bundles.

After a while, Solon called me again.

"Hey, what is it...?

Though I don't think that's possible, Solon pushes the paperwork he's been given all the way to a young financier who will ask you in such a way as frightening (Shinsen Today).

"It's over. Bring the next one."

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The young financier, who was half suddenly self-absorbed by something too unexpected, was forced to bring one unprocessed document after another as Solon told him to. Some of them were elusive and important things that just me or anyone else in my colleague didn't want to get their hands on, but Solon was rather even entertaining "to this extent, okay".

The young financier, who was driven away by waves just saying he was no longer in use, began to check the documents mechanically organized by Solon, still unable to get himself back. But it also quickly goes woo.

All I can say is perfection.

It's not just being put in place without deficiencies. Even if I just read through the inventory that was created, I can see roughly the entire compiled document. I mean, that's all they put together so easily and beautifully.

Then, for organized documents, sticky notes (fluffs) are inserted everywhere, and detailed annotations are included. When I did that annotation, if I looked through it, even I threw it out without everyone knowing, "Oh, this is what happened! It was that I would strike my hand by accident." All that, even pointing out mistakes in records and numbers, and being corrected, the young financier asks, "How can you do this?" and I hold my head.

Is this what that filthy old man did in this short time?

As the young financier stares with such astonishment and suspicion, Solon looks up when he realizes it.

"What? Do you have any idea?

"Yes, no. Not like that..."

I remember being a young financier swallowed by Solon's transverse narratives and answering a lot, but I was stuck just because I didn't know what I was doing.

The young treasurer hesitates a little, then takes the paperwork and goes to Solon and shows it to Solon in such a way as to be terrified.

"... I'm sorry. What am I supposed to do here?

"Ahem?

Solon, who glanced at the documents shown (the best), shows who had a desk where a young financier sat with his chin croaked.

"If you count that with that red belt you took earlier, you'll soon find out."

Once he looks back at his desk, the young financier says in a trembling voice.

"Excuse me, could you remember?

"Is that bad?

Not bad. Not bad, but as far as the young financier remembers, that red belt paperwork is one of the first ones I gave Solon. I can't believe I remember every single piece of paperwork I gave you just to check the simple calculations.

But when I checked that for my hand, the details and figures listed did match.

Nonetheless, work can now proceed. He was a young financier who so relieved and resumed his work, but he stumbles into a difficult spot again and gets stuck.

He was a young financier who often alternated between the book in front of him and Solon, but once again speaks out to the dreaded Solon.

"Um..."

"Oh? What?

The young financier offered an open book, whilst being distracted by Solon's outrageous remarks.

"What can I do here?

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Every time I get stuck at work, a young financier goes to Solon, and if anything is taught, I brighten my face and go back to work.

The sight caught the attention of the others who were all around them.

If you look closely, the work of the young financier is clearly progressing. Everyone has a hard time just checking the contents of the paperwork. That was a sight that could also be called an anomaly, given that the young financier was inexperienced and inexperienced and was never the quicker to work among his colleagues.

My colleagues' finance officers looked at each other for a while to see what this was all about.

Then it is Solon who really turns his attention.

Solon had amazingly fast piles of paperwork and books carried in by young financiers. I thought I was throwing it out because I couldn't get it right, but when the paperwork piles up, the young financier carries it nicely and cleans it up.

Wasn't that, like, possibly all finished processing?

At last, the finance officials looked at each other in incredible circumstances.

In the meantime, when one of the financial officers went to Solon's, he offered a scary open book.

"I'm sorry. What am I supposed to do here?

"Ahem? It's..."

Bad mouth, but the teachings of Solon are a clear word. With such a refreshing smile, the treasurer said, "Thank you," and returned to his desk.

Co-workers' finance officers look at each other sideways in the light of the sight.

Then when he stood up with the paperwork in his hand, he came to Solon ahead and said this in a different tone.

"What can I do here?

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"... What the hell does this mean?

Michena was half-witted to hear the words of an old stock treasurer who was also a friend of her father's.

The Treasury's air was changing.

Until recently, everyone had a dark face in the work that never went so far, and there was more gloomy air indoors. It was now that the finance officials had found accomplishments in their work that made their faces shine, and the air was so light that they had the illusion that a refreshing breeze might have blown through them.

To this sight, Michena also had no choice but to doubt my eyes.

An ancient stock treasurer asks Michena as he looks at the solon now in line.

"Who the hell is your stepfather?

"Come on......?

Michena had no choice but to return it.

I often see him having some more elusive discussions with the Ethereal Horse than before. There are also countless people who have been given appropriate advice where they themselves are in trouble.

But it is something I never thought I would have seen more of.

"Perhaps this is not a compliment that the lawyers were saying."

What was on the face of an old stock treasurer who joked and said so was the pulling look of a failed attempt to laugh.

But there was nothing laughable about it now.

"Either way, we might be able to figure it out thanks to that one"

Everyone nodded, beginning with Michena, to the words that someone had spoken.

I don't know who Solon is. It is true, however, that the ever stalled work has begun to turn thanks to him.

"I'm sorry I have to thank you in person for this."

An elderly colleague grabs the treasurer's shoulder when he tries to get to Solon.

"Wait, wait. To thank you, do you need to take that?

What older colleagues showed with their gaze was a bunch of documents that their treasurer had in hand.

"No, is this at last..."

Treasurers, including Michena, laughed at colleagues who wandered off and gave explanations.

But such a bright atmosphere is blown away in an instant.

From the end of the aisle that leads into this room, we hear a raging noise.

Besides, Michena and the others smile disappear from their faces and their bodies twitch with tension.

It was the lords near the king's capital.

Today, he also brought in a large amount of materials and books to harass Michenas.

The finance officials ask Michena what happened to the noisy noise that approached them.

I get so much blood from Michena's face. Still, Michena moved her trembling lips and tried to say she would respond.

But slightly quicker than that, the sound of passing and tall.

Caught by the sound and everyone turned their attention, it was the sound Solon put down to slap the pen in his hand on his desk.

Solon, who gathers everyone's gaze together, tells them roughly.

"My daughter. You focus on your work. Whoever gets in the way, come here."