Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 142 Daytime Chamber of Commerce Dailibaur

The demand for taxes and supplies sounds good, but it is worse than the forced collection. A small object that uses the name of the country and only borrows its authority, a small use of the dark part.

"Miss Elius, it's a national decision. No way, the meeting of the famous family, which would also be the Dailibaur Chamber of Commerce, said the law couldn't be followed?

"Suddenly make laws and obey them. It's not even the case with the state. If we enforce laws like this, our Chamber of Commerce will only relocate bases from the merchant country. Do you understand that if we do not have our Chamber of Commerce, which is currently the only one purchasing goods from the Kingdom, if we live in a merchant country, we will not be able to trade in the merchant country?

It's broken. Evidence that the merchants are no longer the ones who want to gather because they have no basis and no money, even though that is to say that they throw their credibility and credibility into the ditch (dob)... ugly.

"I'm not here to make a deal, I'm here to tell you that I've made up my mind. Besides, are you willing to expose a major player to the shame of escaping the country of commerce, which could also be the Dailibaur Chamber of Commerce of a major chamber of commerce? Your ancestors will mourn."

"My ancestors would be mourning for a long time, and when distribution is what makes people happy, they will go to all the villages and believe that they opened the wasteland and aspired to a commercial union that does not belong to the state... The mourning will have to be collected, without shame on you"

A distorted expression appeared on the face of the official who spoke only of his demands to the parrot with guts, and the margin that was willing to intimidate the little girl collapsed, making the smile look ugly.

"If my little girl... doesn't follow the country, she's a sinner."

"I am abiding by the law, it is you who are breaking the law. Why not be ashamed to have a government born in a country that is unable to comply with the law in order not to yield to unjust demands between nations, when it is demanded by officials who cannot even protect the law?"

Officials were born into a nation where only merchants gather and become politicians and insult business, not merchants at a time when the country thinks it's all. It formed commerce by political force and force, but had no power to produce or distribute things for it, and most importantly, it had lost its will and even sold off the credibility that was the treasure of the merchant.

"If you use force against merchants in your own country, the merchant country will be over, and no more merchants will remain. Know that this country is a merchant's country, whether you are a politician or an official, what you get because you make money on business, salaries, etc., and that you will lose a lot of money and get your hands on others!

The profit is reward, that's what's merchant. It is the pride of this country that protects merchants and businesses and receives rewards from large businesses, but the administration of our country and everyone is expected to continue to be merchants.

The darkness that broke into the gap between the insane mechanisms corrupted the country, the politician flair underestimated and allowed the darkness, and the shameless merchants followed made things worse... A coalition of merchants was imprisoned by the pressure of the state.

He glanced at me and suddenly tried to pull out his hips sword while standing in his seat... he noticed that he had a blade on his neck and became stiff. Stupid, sure, merchants insulted officials, but it's something officials lick.

"I just want to do this! Don't let my little girl get on with it!

"No, no, no, no, no, no, the merchant's building is extraterritorial, where you put your hand on the sword. Which is just fine?

I didn't expect the merchants to lay their hands on the sword on the territory, the enemy land... even if they suppressed the national territory, the merchants of independent walking within the merchants' country, the merchants of wandering the insecure land without national traffic are weak?

"Ha, Hulse!? This Reaper is a merchant... he refuses to honor the Yagami and sells his charm to the merchant style!!"

"No, no, no, no, no, I miss being a reaper. I'm going to be a merchant since I served my predecessors who met a mercenary kid who could only kill him in a remote village... do you want to see Reaper?

The air freezes, it doesn't have to be different in character, it doesn't have to be compared to the reapers who the country's prestigious wooden officials kept walking in the dead. How many times did my father meet a ghostly boy hunting for secluded demons and bandits, and he liked it a lot.

The boy who purposefully displaces the poor and dangerous secluded areas only knows to kill and fight, and he is just an empty child who fights for someone if he hears what he wants... he told the child, "If you want to displace the village from the village anyway, take what is not in the land and in need," he told him the distribution of specialties, and every time he met, he gave him information on new merchants.

The boy, who could only fight to kill, was feared by anyone, even if he was killed and thanked by demons and bandits, it carried goods and was hugged and thanked by an old woman crying one day when she sold herbs, and when her grandson's life was saved, she was held by someone for the first time in her life - a child called Reaper.

And Reaper, who had no expression and had dark eyes, had told his father that he wanted to be a merchant, that he had originally had a clear brain and remembered all the markets, and that the merchant, who did not hate dangerous places, had revealed his head and ascended to one arm of his father.

"Ko, Ko, take this matter back to the official residence and report it to the appropriate disposal..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, so you want to be unable to go home, just report it to your neck?

Messengers retreating and fleeing frightened, about to lose their hips with a pale face. A boy once called Reaper and never hugged by anyone...... yes, he's scared of his face. Now he's misleading with his beard and glasses on his smile, but that makes him so frigid?

"This country ends first, or those royal government officials crumble first... that's remarkable"

"No, no, no, no, do you want to bet, lady? I wouldn't be spared to bet my soul on all my fortune, because that boy told me he was going" next time ". There is only one thing left, you will only be reborn... like the Kingdom of Diorail, where all you could see was that future of annihilation, if you resist that scourge, you will have nothing but annihilation, so I will take your bets."

The empty boy called Reaper just wanted to do something for someone, wandering with a sword because he only knew to fight and kill. To the needy, I just don't know for myself... so I liked that weird, bigoted, stubborn father.

There comes a boy whom that reaper believes and admires and fears... a boy named Far Ahead who could not reach the reaper or his father, a boy called "disaster of happiness" in the land of the endless nightmare called the end of the world.

After my father's death, the Dailibaur Chamber of Commerce, which does not follow the system of the current country of commerce, was put under pressure and lost a large number of manpower and deals, and the Hulls still followed me. And my sister on the border, who was always nice to me when I met her, said she was the biggest on the continent. Zuzaka-Lya Chamber of Commerce. She was there to save me, and promised me a brunette warrior... because when I went everywhere to buy and let her go everywhere, it was the same word as my father's belief.

Whether you're a helpless little girl or not, can you walk away with this much support and trust me! But the soldiers move.

The fact that we don't have time, that we can't resist the force of the Chamber of Commerce alone, that we've been pushed out and forced, should be ready to cut our feathers over there.

If you fight, you lose, but even if you escape, the gate will be blocked by soldiers, when the decision is imminent... the roar will roll, the soldiers prepared in front of the gate will perish, and every castle gate will collapse.

Reminds me of a distant exotic language, the home of a bunch of brunettes who taught the brunette boy during his visit to the border. That's a "disaster roll" I promised when I heard that word… "I'll go everywhere, so just spare me that country".

"Has disaster come?

"No, no, no, how refreshing. I'm sure I've always wanted to laugh sincerely, hey, I finally get it...... what a pleasant thing to laugh at happily. A disaster has struck you."

The reaper, wandering with empty eyes in search of happiness, laughs heartily and happily, looking up at the broken castle gate with a full grin and laughing... you're scared of your face, aren't you? No, seriously!