Guaran has previously objected when he was questioned by Caliguda for the possibility of assassinating Matou, who made Matou expand his forces.
As a reason, there are currently a large number of people, junior soldiers, dissatisfied with the status quo as a reality. I advanced that it was not a good idea to contain these humans with power.
Caligda looked unpleasant for a moment, and the heavy towns around her looked frightened, but regardless, Guaran continued the conversation.
Disgruntled molecules cannot be suppressed. Once suppressed, new dissatisfaction molecules can emerge and eventually become more powerful. In that case, it's no trouble.
If so, let Mattow conjugate its dissatisfied molecules to extract gas from those dissatisfied molecules and prevent outbursts first. On top of that, he strikes out some measure of pocketing against the people and shreds Mattow's political power while spreading popular dissatisfaction.
This is less risky, and without diminishing national power, it can also take on the popularity of Marshal Kaligda. Guaran suggested that if you control it in such a direction.
Caligda initially glanced at Guaran with a root dark eye, who denied his thoughts, but reacted to the "can be popular" part of Guaran's story. And laughing, moaning at his belly as he swelled his military uniform forward in large measure.
"It was also one of my ideas"
I said, at that time I drank Guaran's suggestion, and gave Guaran an an order to proceed as such. As if that was my original idea.
But after about two months, Caligda flipped the order. After all, he said it was a good idea to assassinate Mattow. That was the beginning of Mattow's information to the United Nations that he was intensifying his lobbying efforts. Everyone was surprised if that was true, as the information was not grasped by the heavy towns, and it was Kaligda's own information.
But Caligda did not tell us where the information came from and decided to assassinate him in a strong tone. This is definitive information.
Moreover, when Kaligda launched this assassination plot, he said that the plot would be carried out by Kaligda himself. Caliguda gives orders until now, but seldom takes command of his execution.
Guaran was also quietly staring at the rough caliguda with its nose, but he, along with other heavy towns, admitted that he could no longer oppose such a decision to his own caliguda, without saying any opinions.
(Now that I think about it, I guess that source is this guy...)
Guaran stares at the dubious hooded man in front. Earlier, Gualan also understood that he was this creepy man with the Caliguda guest that Captain Kingsguard said.
When Caliguda decided to assassinate Mattow, he did not use the special forces in the country, but hired people with powers of alien powers who were said to be "capable men”. The other heavy towns, including Guaran, were surprised by this, but Caligda only made sure to be satisfied with the surprised face of his subordination.
From this point on, Caliguda has frequently been secretly talking with these monstrous people, and no one even knows what kind of people they are about their ability to be hired.
The only thing I knew was that they were very creepy, inept people. Everyone wondered whether such people and the top of the country would be intimately associated with the purpose of the assassination, but there was nothing that could be said of it to Caliguda.
(Capable people... I've heard that there are such people, but what a thin creep they are...)
The man in that hood stopped when he came to the side of Guaran and took the hood. And then I bow my head in a daze.
"This is my lord Guaran. How would you like to add or minus?"
"Hmmm... did you say rocchialum"
Guaran responds to Rokialum's greetings while suppressing unpleasant feelings.
"It's the left. It's an honor to be named Prime Minister Gualan."
"... is that your real name?
"Dear Guaran. There's no point in our names or anything. But now it's just called the Rocchialum."
"Right...... well good. So I hear the Mattow assassination hasn't progressed as late as possible?
"Shall I say this is a boulder, your ears are fast. But don't worry. It is necessary to fulfill Kaligda's request."
"Well, I hear you're blowing a lot of rewards. I'm not impressed... what the hell did you want with your Excellency?
"This is a fear. But we are rootless. We cannot ask for a reward commensurate with the difficulty of the request. Please, understand. We will not imitate the reward in a meaningless way. Credit comes first in this world…"
"Well said...... So, you hoisted the money..."
"No......"
"Hmm...... So, what is it?
"We wanted land."
"Land? Is that... that you wanted Miremar's land?
"We've been wandering for years and felt a little tired. So I was also looking for a place to live in peace. Of course, wishing for luxurious land in urban areas is devoid of ministry. Besides, such a place doesn't suit our skin. So I asked Lord Caliguda to give us our land because we don't care if it's a remote neighborhood."
…… What are you gonna do there?
"No... I haven't thought about it. If you accomplish this request, you will also enter the small sum. So I'm foolish enough to live in seclusion with my people."
"... well, okay. Like not betraying your expectations."
"Of course it is. I promise to work with expectations necessarily. If your Excellency needs anything, please give us a call. It is a presence that draws to the edge, but if your Excellency so requests, it is a presence that quickly falls into place."
"Hmm... then, let's think. Okay, good enough, go."
"Ha!
Rochialum bows his head deeply to Guaran and leaves the spot. Guaran glanced at the figure and walked out to go to the second reception room.
(what... white)
Guaran is a man who has risen in the military regime where many of these people live. For this reason, he is excellent at trying to make the person while constantly speculating within the relative human belly.
The guaran was convinced.
(That guy named Lokialum... he hasn't even vomited a lie... I haven't told you anything true......)
Guaran maximized his vigilance against a man named Lokialum.
(I don't know yet... I don't know, Lokialum... would that be an obstacle to our (...) plan...)
Guaran cages his strength in his eyes behind the Kingsguard and bites his lips.
(Almost there. Almost got a plan. Here...... don't let such a person stand in the way)
Guaran consolidated his resolve and opened the door to the second reception room in the marshal's office.
Rocchialum wears his hood deeply, leaves the marshal's office and disappears all over the city.
And that mouth is ugly and distorted.
"Kukukuk... Guaran... he's a smart man"
When Rocchialum squeals so, he enters the unpopular slum city of Napie, the capital of Miremar, and moves his mouth.
"No, good. I've already made my way. The story is simple. After that, kill Mattow... and take this filthy country as our Bridgetop..."
"Hey! Temei"
Suddenly, men living in slums before the Rocchialum blocked the way to go. He watches as he tries to pinpoint the Rocchialum while nibbling. But Lokialum doesn't stop walking like he ignores it. Keep going and pass the spot.
The man who seemed to be its leader grabbed the shoulder of the Rocchialum.
"Ooh! It's Temei! Jizzy, where are you looking? Are you out of your mind? Who gave you permission to go through here?
I was grabbed on the shoulder, but still Rokialum is talking to me like I'm talking to myself as I keep walking.
"Kukukuku...... right. Guaran is... you mean... Thank you, Neesbeck..."
"This guy... what the hell... he's disgusting. Oh, don't ignore me! You have about the money, don't you? Oh, Cora! Wait for me!
A man who grabbed the shoulder of that rocchialum pulled up the hood to be worn by the rocchialum from behind at will. The hood of the rocchialum is removed, and any hairless head of it is exposed.
Its head was obviously not so much the color of a person's skin as the blue and white dull, lifeless color that only the blood vessels swelled up greatly.
"Ugh!"
The men, for a moment, are frightened when they see their heads exposed to that creepy skin.
Lokialum stopped and slowly looked back at the men.
"Ahhhh... what the... heh..."
The men looked at the rocchialum with its gray eyes without its eyes and unconsciously rocked their knees, some of them out of their hips.
From that unpopular (one-sided) corner of the slam, the screaming of several young people sounds….
"Cook...... Needs Heg, Mizgard...... Kill Mattow. That land will be our sanctuary!
Beneath the laughing rocchialum were scattered chunks of meat that would have been a few people......