Hakai no Miko

"Oh, my God, you filthy little jizz."

Its lord, who was passed before Solon, said so first and foremost at the opening.

The contempt was obvious, but Solon began to check the contents when he scratched the documents that his squire had carried without moving a single eyebrow.

Even in the meantime, its lord keeps saying nethineties and dislikes.

Do it, the lower bitch is not handy. Do you understand the record to the ignorant? Do it, you can say that the Royal Castle's treasury has lost its character and so on.

But I still don't deal with Solon at all.

I turned the letter at a rate that made me wonder if I was really looking through it at all, and when I spread the material, I repeatedly closed it, followed the book figures with my eyes, and just wrote it down somewhat on the paper of the hand as if I had come up with it from time to time.

Lords are frustrated by Solon's attitude.

"What, the jizz like a fish stuck in this water!

In the western realm there is an adage: "Poke into the water in an attempt to drown the fish".

Naturally, you can't stick it in the water or the fish can drown. Because of this, actions taken with malice, harmfulness, etc. were meaningless and did not give them any itching. Or it's a word used in a bad way to say who this one is not serious about, no matter what it does.

And Solon didn't even care about the lord's curse or anything like exactly the fish stuck in the water, and he quietly checked the material.

Solon's hand finally stops where the lord's frustration finally reaches its limit to such a solon's attitude.

"... well. May I?

The lord, stared upwards at by the solon while sitting on the chair, somehow gets barometric.

For such a lord, Solon opens one of the books to show.

"Four years ago, there seemed to be a lot of spending, but what exactly was it used for?

The poked book did state significant expenditure. But it was four years ago. often the lord explored his memory, wondering what exactly he had used it for. But I never thought of it. The squire who was entrusting him with the finances of the territory he was accompanying also only beheaded.

Before such a lord, Solon lets another book spread.

"Taxes paid by water trucks on the territory have turned four years ago into borders. Even though the tax you get is significantly less than the water wheels here and here, the whole thing hasn't changed much. And then..."

Next, Solon widened the paintings in the realm.

"From the terrain and the position of the villages between the two waterwheel huts with reduced revenues, perhaps here. Did they build a new water truck that wasn't on the surface?

To the words of Solon, the lord opened his mouth to Ah. I do build a new waterwheel cabin four years ago. But shortly after that, the descriptions were probably leaking in that Gotagota because of the sudden death of an old man, his predecessor, who had until then entrusted him with the management of the finances in the territory.

Moreover, what Solon pointed out was exactly where that new water wheel was built.

To the upset lord, Solon giggled and showed.

"Bring it without stating the waterwheel cabin that will be your important tax income. I didn't try to hide it, did I?

It would be an outrageous felony if the book were kept hidden with the intention of a waterwheel cabin, which would also be a tax requirement. The lord drew blood from his face.

"The description was leaking. Let me change it right away."

Are you sure the description was just leaking?

Though he thought there might be such a tough pursuit, Solon caught a light spear, "If you're left," he said.

But it was also between the bundles that the lord appeased.

"- So, here's what's next."

In addition, Solon continued to point to deficiencies and misrepresentations in the book. Every time I get one point, the shoulder that was against the lord's dignity falls off. And finally, it was finally "coming back out".

Dropping his shoulders and walking away with Tobotobo, the lord lined up behind him hummed his nose.

Anyway, the more confident lords are in martial arts, the more they look down on their finances as gold accounts and throw them round under their ministers. Odd, he also neglected to check it out for himself, so I guess he got interacted with by such a dirty old man for good. If you think so, you deserve it.

The lord, who laughed so spirally, stuck out the paperwork to Solon in a dignified manner that just told him to find the deficiencies if he could.

But that lord and soon himself will drop their shoulders and follow.

Solon, who thus repelled the two lords to continue standing, grins and smiles at the remaining lords.

"Well, who's next?

The lords were confused by this.

Look at each other in the face and restrain each other with your eyes who goes next. Silent traction lasted for a while, but one of them pushed the Lords in front of him and came in.

"What are you afraid of, little dirty jizzy? - I'm busy. Hurry up."

That lord of the blurry narrative put the material he had brought before Solon so that he could throw it away.

He is a typical militant lord who is confident in his own martial arts to see and, on the other hand, takes fiscal and other affairs lightly. And that's why I still found a lot of flaws and mistakes in the paperwork. But even if Solon pointed that out to me, I wouldn't even be evil, like, "Don't say the details" or "That's about as good as it sounds".

Can't you even get a solon out of hand for this?

Solon laughs nicely at what the treasurer thinks when he thinks about it. And he stuck out his hands with only his index finger up against that lord.

"Is it good? When you add one and one together..."

Slowly close your hands with only your index finger up, and when you bump into each other, turn two fingers with your right hand up. I stuck it all the way to the tip of the lord's nose.

"Thus, it will be two. - Do you understand?

The lord was also distracted by this.

But as soon as he returns to me, he returns his anger.

"What the hell are you talking about?! I don't care what they say!

Solon answers this anger as it exhales fire.

"No. Hi. You don't even seem to know the basics of arithmetic, so this is how I teach you. I teach arithmetic to the city's orphans, so I'm used to it."

To this the lord was cut.

Even he is a man of high temper. That's what the city's troublemaker, the orphan, was treated like. There's no way I'm not excited about this.

"You jizzy bastard! Are you trying to fool me when you're a bitch?!"

To put it that way, I laid my hands on the pattern of my lower back sword.

"Wow. Do you want me to pull out my sword?

To Solon's pale words, the lord who was putting blood up his head was also hacked.

It is a felony equivalent to death to cause a blade wound (carrot) in a castle. Not to mention if you're going to blade the Son of Destruction. It was still shallow since he threatened to put it together and target you. At that time, for whatever reason, I'm sorry if I slaughtered and killed the servant of the Son of Destruction for free. Though a bloody lord, I had enough distinction to see that.

But I can't pull in like this.

So when the lord rattles his nose, he speaks of what looks great.

"No matter how low the bitch is, cutting a guy without a sword is going to scratch my martial name. You're thanking me for my mercy!

Saying so, the lord showed his breasts in a dignified manner.

But Solon laughs against his chest.

"You seem to see the sword I have in my hand."

To Solon's words, the lord frowned.

I don't care how you look at it, it doesn't look like Solon is wearing a sword. The cane on the desk was also threaded, and it didn't look like something to plant a sword inside.

In front of a baffled lord, Solon rises out of his chair in all likelihood. Then, sticking the tip of the pen in his hand to the tip of the lord's nose, he cut it off.

"Look at that! This is my sword!

Solon barks even more, pointing his pen at a snotty lord.

"This is a sword that controls the life of a nation! You can't compare a sword to a sword that can kill every human being!

What a stupid thing to do!

Yes, the lord tried to say it back.

But I can't get that word out. It's like clogging your throat, words don't leave your throat.

And it was Solon's temper that was making him do so.

You look just a dirty old man. But there was often a majestic temper from that old body that overwhelmed the lords who ran through many battlefields.

Feeling the fear as if he had been stuck with his real sword at the tip of his nose, the lord sweated all over his body.

The often tight silence falls.

It was the lord who could not bear it before.

"Phew, that's unpleasant! I'll let you go home with this!

So he left behind the abandonment dialogue, and his lord walked away with his footsteps absurd.

But no matter how prestigious it was, it just seemed to be running away from anyone's eyes.

The solon left sighs one thing, as I say, "Oh man." Then he drives the leftover material aside and then smiles at the still remaining lords.

"Well. Who's next?

The lords are frightened by this.

From the lords who had witnessed previous interactions, the dusty and smiling solons are like beasts stripping their fangs before their prey. If you jump in poorly, you'll just get buried and chewed out of your head. Ugh, it wasn't something I could get out front of here saying, "Then I will."

The Lords have been pressing each other with their eyes for a while, "You go," but no one is going to step forward.

One of the lords opened his mouth.

"There may have been a deficiency. We'll check it out and then we'll get back out."

That being said, the lord who returned his heel on the spot would leave early enough.

Cutting it off, the other lords began to open their mouths.

"I may have forgotten my important record at home. Let me go back and get it."

"Something I forgot a little too..."

"I remembered the emergency, so I'll see you later"

The Lords, who uttered excuses to no one, began to go home with the shittiness.

If I realized that way, only one lord had been left without the opportunity to walk away without being able to read the flow of the spot. Its lord looked around for a while, but suddenly he said, "Itatatta!" and hold down his right shoulder.

"The old wound to his right leg on the battlefield suddenly hurt! I'll be excused for this, too!

That being said, he somehow quickly moved his right leg, which should have caused him pain while holding down his right shoulder, and disappeared from the spot.

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The treasurers were flabbergasted by this sight.

It was not long before the lords, who had tormented themselves, wrapped their tails around them and dispersed.

The treasurers said it was exactly what was happening in front of them, but they could hardly believe it, and they had their eyes blinked (if only) over and over again wondering if this was not a daydream.

A young financier speaks out in horror to Solon, who was back in the paperwork as if nothing had happened.

"Um... Did they check all the records in that little time?

From the initial troublemaker treatment, Solon replies after tongue-in-cheek to a young financier who asks him how he was.

"These records are usually set in the wrong place. You just need to focus on that. And if you find a slight deficiency, you just have to do it with your face that you know it all later. That way, you'll mistake me for being seen through everything on your own."

Waving away a young financier who would look admirably at the answer, Solon glances at the exit of the room.

Then there was the hindsight of Mendax leaving the room with Kosokoso to steal the eyes.

And Solon, humming one nose a little smaller. Then, as soon as he lost interest, he began checking the documents and books again.

Michena and the Treasurers of Ancient Stocks stared at such a solon with dismay.

"Who the hell is your stepfather...?

That was the same word as earlier. But the thoughts put in there are so heavy that they cannot be compared to earlier.

"Come on?

That was what Michena wanted to know.

"I was joking when the king told me I could entrust my country..."

Such Michenas suddenly called out from behind.

"I'm not kidding."

When the surprised Michenas look back, there they were an old man with a bald head as small as a child.

"That one, Navas, the former king of the Romanian kingdom, said," He (or) is a great wonder under heaven who loves his talent but finds it difficult to use it. "To King Dordea, who was a prince: 'Our good fortune is not that we were born royal. He's such a wise man that he made me say," I'm friends with him. "

The old man sighed one more time.

"What would have happened if I had been the prime minister of the Romanian state without anything? When I heard that I knew King Dordea and I really thought about celebrating."

Something was thrown at Michena and the treasurers as they watched who this old man, who described as smudged, was.

It was the thin piece of wood used instead of the notebook that hit the wall behind the old man and made a noise and rolled onto the floor.

When I saw him flying, Solon with his right hand up, who had just thrown it, was staring at me.

"I didn't summon you for nothing! Raise the civilians who are not Roku!

To the fury of Solon, the old man smiles bitterly as he strokes his head.

"That being said, all those who were my men were banished to the province. Even if we try to call them back, they've already put their roots down everywhere, and it's hard to come by."

And Solon threw up.

"Then why don't you work for me?" Pull the paperwork you need out of the library for what's written there!

If I had taken the piece of wood thrown earlier, it would have written down the documents I needed in detail.

"Yes, sir. I get it. People are rough, aren't they? - Excuse me, can you give me a hand?

The second half of the old man's words were directed at the treasurer who was nearby. The treasurer somehow feels like a disobedient elegance when he says he's a total stranger old man, and accidentally obeys him.

And it came to pass some time after the old man took the treasurer to the library.

Once again, from the end of the hallway, I heard a doozy noise.

The Lords came back out early?

The finance officers who stayed in the room thought so.

But that expectation was off.

It was several men in high-ranking official clothes who jumped into the room early.

One of them said his voice absurdly.

"Out of the way, civilians! This is our place of work!

It is the ascent of the treasurer of the Holmeer Country, who until then refused to appear.