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Viscount Mathieu Toluille Mansion Great Hall, Tuesday 7am......

"Your husband! Although I don't see Fabrice Boy in the room!

Now the Trouilles are breakfast time.

Matthew frowned when he heard the servant who went to see how it was because his son Fabrice was not awake and reported it out loud.

"Uhm... you Fabrice. Ujenny, don't you know?

"It's okay, you went out for another night out anyway, right?

Viscountess Ujenny, who had been drinking tea, flatly returned it as if it were the usual thing.

There was no emotion on her face that worried her son.

On the contrary, Ugeni says nothing.

"Hey, you. Wouldn't that guy from the Migrataire Chamber of Commerce be coming? I don't have any pennies anymore, I like that guy because he pays better."

Mathieu was stunned by his wife's blatant remarks and accidentally struck her tongue.

"Idiot! Don't talk about that before the servant is here! What are you thinking?"

But Ujenny was not at all frightened by her husband's reprimand.

They say the couple's groove is pretty deep.

"What a fool! Leave me alone... you have a woman outside anyway, don't you? I can't do this without liking it too!

"Say stupid! I'm going to work!

Mathieu seems to be getting more and more reluctant to deal with his wife.

Seeing the atmosphere, Ugeni shouts decisive things too.

"Please break up with me! Because I wouldn't say Fabrice's custody or anything as long as I get enough compensation!

"Shut up! I don't even pay a penny for breaking up!

"Ugh, I don't want to anymore! Such a life!"

I don't mind Ujenny crying, Mathieu just went out.

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The Kingdom of Valentine lays down a unique centralised system.

No territory was given to all nobles, and the consideration for their work was paid by the royal family on salary.

It means separation of soldiers and farmers, so to speak.

It is a national policy set by the king several generations ago to prevent certain nobles from having too much economic and military power.

Local officials, who were small and medium-sized aristocrats under the policy of such a kingdom, acted like deputies, so to speak.

This is no different even for the senior aristocrats of the region known as Borderline Uncle.

Among other things, Bertrand is positioned as the only exception as a special city.

The Duke of Dumaire has ruled it from generation to generation because of how it was formerly the capital of the king.

By the way, Viscount Mathieu Toluille is an official of the Regional Urban Superintendency of the Kingdom of Valentine.

A Local Urban Supervisory Authority is an office that manages small and medium-sized towns and villages in the Kingdom, and its main task is to act as a link between the central ministries and local authorities in the Kingdom.

When it comes to connectors, they are stores of everything.

From tax advice to the good offices of public utilities.

Because of this, adhesion can easily occur, the Local Urban Supervisory Authority has taken measures such as changing the district in charge every two years, but it did not completely disappear.

It was in a toasty state, so to speak.

Nor was the kingdom wringing its hands around this.

In particular, Philip, the king's real brother, who hated the corruption of officials, set up a special task force of the Ministry of the Interior, which, in addition to the original task of special protection of the royal family, did not win the knight, placed him in charge of fact-finding and solemnizing the corruption of officials.

In fact, little by little, the effect was increasing.

Matthew was careful in that.

He used a surrogate when he feared he would grab his tail when he responded directly.

It was the Hooknail Regiment (Talon), a regiment of fools who had shredded their sneeze as competitors for the current Steel Chamber of Commerce (Callups) formerly Iron Blade Regiment (Eienblade).

Mathieu left the Regional Urban Supervisory Authority after work was also done on this day.

As he gets off the carriage, he cares about his tail, while walking into a certain one tavern (bistro) to be discreet.

This discreet shop that entered the back street is run by the Fools Regiment, Hooknail Regiment (Talon).

Mathieu was using this place as a connecting place, avoiding people.

The second-floor private room is a secret meeting place with them.

Mathieu knocked.

A low voice from the inside asks me to say the right word.

This is a precaution not to suddenly eat care.

He turned the door knob and opened the door, so he slipped inside.

Confronted were the middle-aged man in the chair and two men, a total of three, who refrained left and right as if to defend it.

One of these days the man in the middle chair talks to Mathieu.

Apparently, this man is the leader.

"Well done, Viscount."

"Oh, Sadero. My son hasn't arrived yet."

"Is that Fabrice? No, you haven't."

Originally, the Hooknail Regiment (Talon) was a regiment of fools held by his son Fabrice as a subordinate.

It was motivated by my father Mathieu's offer to use them as well when his son boasted of his way of committing crimes.

It is precisely if the child is a child that the parent is also the parent.

"Quickly, let's get into the conversation. I would have made quite a bit of money last month."

Just as Mathieu laughed, so did Sadero, the leader.

Earned… would mean accepting bribes from local officials and merchants as a convenience point.

"Oh, about 1,000 pieces in gold... that's pretty good"

"So, as usual, would you like me to deliver the remaining 700 pieces of your 30% commission to my mansion later tonight in a discreet manner?

Sadero hung up when Mathieu tried to make arrangements.

"... I have a consultation"

"Consultation?"

Mathieu surprisingly returns.

Sadero says it clearly when he sees it.

"Oh, consultation. Nothing else, you're always muddy in a safe place even though we cross a shitty bridge directly. I'm a little upset there."

"Shit bridge? What are you saying? Then I'm the same. I'm having a hard time putting on the steps."

"And our share is too small. Why don't you do this? 50% of the time, I'm not complaining."

It is a request for an obvious fee increase.

That's also a huge increase from 30% to half 50%.

"50%? Don't be silly. There's more money I need to put away from my share."

"That has nothing to do with it. If you say no, we'll snitch on the guards and dive underground."

But Mathieu also had a liver on his feet.

It seems to have struck my hand in anticipation of this.

"You can't drink any demands. I'm looking into all of your escapes, even if you're trying to escape. If you do, you'll be a Lotus Student."

"Oh, my God! What the fuck!

Sadero surprised by the unexpected counterattack.

It was that moment.

Mathieu's soul sounded an unfamiliar young man's voice.

'I'll give you one last chance.... reflection to atone for your sins?

Mathieu was confused by the sudden inquiry.

"Ha!? Who are you? What are you talking about?

'Let's hear it again. A lot of corruption I've done so far... if you're going to admit, reflect, and atone for your sins, I'll help you. "

Sounds like a voice to reflect on yourself, but such a thing is a shit-eating mood for Mathieu.

"Reflection? Atonement? I'm not doing that!

"Well... my sons, he's a fool"

It was too much for Mathieu to think that Fabrice had something to do with the man's grunt becoming unknown.

"That Fabrice is an idiot!? What have you done to my son? You stupid son of a bitch!

"You're the worst fool I've ever seen! It's a disposable pawn."

Mathieu has cursed Sadero, the leader of the Hooknail Regiment (Talon), even more in reality.

Sadero, cursed in front of his men, is staring at Mathieu in a frightening shape.

Men of this race hate being crushed in the face the most.

There was no mistake that Sadero had reached the point of anger.

It was a mathieu I havent noticed but his nasty gossip never stops.

"I am a chosen aristocrat. It's not like human trash scraps like you!

"Ki, you! Let me tell you something."

"If I have to, I will sin against you and I will get away with it! Ha ha!

Then, stupid!

Why am I talking like this?

Strangely enough, words come up that have nothing to do with Mathieu's will.

But these can also be said to be the true meaning of Mathieu.

You couldn't stand the anger anymore, and finally the men left and right in Sadero pulled out their swords.

The blade gleams when it is exposed to the light of the magic light.

Whoa, whoa!

Stop it!

Please don't kill me!

Such a Mathieu soul cry naturally does not reach the men.

As if in slow motion, the moment the men rush in and hit Mathieu, he feels severe pain in his stomach.

Mathieu's consciousness sank to the bottom of a distant Nara, which he could never return to.