Marielle Clarac’s Engagement

Bliss ran lightly as he was fat, but Paul had won better, both in leg strength and endurance. The distance between them is gradually packed. Bliss also jumped into a narrow alley and was desperately trying to get the pole over by knocking down the trash cans and turning corners around, but it was clear that it was a waste of resistance.

Still, I couldn't catch up right away because Paul was apologizing to discipline every time he hit a passerby. There were occasions when people complained and bowed their heads until Bliss' minute. Marielle and I are chasing her from behind, saying, "No, go home!" Because he was careful to speak up and so on, he was turning back the situation that the distance was open again when he approached him.

Still, Bliss bumped into people again when he finally seemed like he was going to catch up. Now it was a group of several people, and those who had glimpsed Bliss's body turned upside down, and when their luggage fell to the ground and scattered, it was a terrible thing. Occasionally the screams and curses go up, but of course Bliss can't afford to apologize. He jumped up in a motion that impressed him whether he had rolled, and ran again without even looking back.

"Hey, you!

A successor Paul is thought to be one of them, and he grabs his arm and pulls it off. Though sincerely sorry, Paul shook his hand off.

"Sorry, I'm chasing a thief! Complaint goes to Editor-in-Chief Loran of Dezier Publishers!

It's something I'm already fired from, so I'm just going to leave it to myself to take the Editor's responsibility and go after Bliss. I was in front of the park when I jumped out of the alley.

Bliss enters the park in the dark. I can't seem to see around you. You won't even be able to recognize where you're running. Paul caught up with his last force, jumping from behind to Bliss and pushing him down to the ground. People who enjoyed an idyllic stroll were amazed at what happened.

"Damn, which is worse... I'll have this back"

Paul also takes up the envelope with a breath on his shoulder. Bliss just returns a rough breath with his thrust. There is no power left to do evil either. Standing up, Paul looked down in his breath and wondered a little whether to walk away like this or say something before.

There are so many things to say. But now. The main culprit is the editor-in-chief, and he'll be complaining to Bliss opponents in line here. I got the manuscript back anyway. I exhaled loudly at the end wondering if that was okay.

"Bye. Try harder to get a good piece of work written than to try to do something like this."

Return your heels and try to walk away. That's when Bliss, who was all over the place, came back to me.

"Oh, to you... what do you know..."

A dirty face looks up at Paul. Not long ago, a man who was smiling spirally with a sense of superiority came at me with a hurtful look.

"You and the editor were just kidding me, you were just talking about stupid dream stories, and don't make any effort to get easy results... I don't know how I feel about geniuses like you..."

"Who's a genius? If it was that easy, I wouldn't have a hard time."

Paul says back as he pays the dirt on his clothes. Did it look that way to Bliss? But it's a hell of a mistake.

"You're saying I'm not making any effort? If that's what everyone thought of me as well as you, it's a shame. I've been thinking a lot about how I can sell it. I took a trip to bookstores everywhere, and I went around asking the readers for their opinions. I looked up what the public might be interested in, and I thought to myself with a writer about whether I could take it into my work. If there was something different about you, I wouldn't have pushed you. I'll come up with a plan, but it's the writer who thinks about the story. I just asked for the necessary modifications to make sure my readers were properly entertained so that the work wouldn't be solitary, and I tried to make the most of the writer's personality. You were the other way around. I would have pushed it from my head to a writer to write because this would sell. You can't have fun writing that, and no, no, no, what you wrote doesn't make it interesting. I've told you many times to respect the writer's wishes more."

"You didn't let the writer do what he wanted. Because so did the editor!

"So there's a part where you can make them like you and a part where you have to pull the reins. If you keep pulling the reins, you won't be able to walk."

Sighing, Paul stood back and bowed his hand to Bliss, his crying face. I still feel angry too, but there was nothing I could do about this man looking more pitiful than that.

I guess Bliss was also getting depressed after what he didn't do well. He was troubled, too, as Paul bitterly chewed up his impatient thoughts. When I first became an editor, I wouldn't even have thought about stealing it. I should have worked with dreams for him, but the inability to achieve the results I thought kept me in a hurry. I can only say that the path I chose there was a mistake, but Paul also knows exactly what it felt like to have had a bump in the wall.

They're all worried about the same thing. There is no easy job to get results from. We just have to work hard, fail, and work hard again, worried.

"First, go back and pretend to remember what story you want to read. What kind of story does my breasts jump on? Tears for what story? Forget the selling line or whatever, remember the story you liked. Take care of that feeling and face the writer - stand up."

Grab an arm and pull, and Noronoro and Bliss will rise up without resistance. Paul turned his back this time, lightly paying for the clothes of a man who could lose his temper.

So I dressed up if I could walk away refreshed, but Paul also had to stop. I see men who can tell I've been chasing them to my turned vision. The shapes rushing this way were so swordswallowed that I could accidentally pull my hips.

"Ah... look, because you bump all over and annoy me"

"Oh, it's my fault."

"Who else is there?"

"Even you!

They also come as we speak of Bliss. It was a man who looked like a very normal company employee who entered, but the guys behind him seemed to have a bad pattern. They're all the same young people Paul and his age, and if you look closely, what is it, even those who already have a knife in their hands? I thought Paul would be so angry.

"Oh, thank you, I'm sorry about this guy. Excuse me..."

Something's gotten me into trouble. Paul almost apologized for lowering his head early and asking for forgiveness, but the other guy stuck around trying not to even listen.

"Give it back!

"Huh?"

An outstretched hand tries to take the envelope from Paul. Paul slipped away.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You really are cop spinners. How did you know about us?"

"Hey, what are you talking about..."

Bliss hides on Paul's back. Paul made fun of his former colleague.

"Don't shield people. I guess it's because of you bumping into him."

"No, wait, you mean cops. Aren't they the bad guys?"

Complain and you will return frightened words. Paul turned his attention back to the knife that was going to make him flicker when he knew it was going to suck even if he didn't say it.

The city of Saint-Terre is the only metropolitan area with many crimes. It's not uncommon to rob and blackmail if you go to Lower Town, but Paul blurred inside, even though this isn't such a bad patterned area.

"Just calm down, please. All right, I'll give you the money. But I don't usually have it. Don't stab me in anger because I don't have much."

"It's not gold, it's that envelope! Give it back. It's on me!

"What?"

I don't immediately understand what they say, and Paul and Bliss both expose their dumb faces. Why would a robber want a manuscript? Unexpectedly, you and I meet each other in the face. The men stuffed me up again, letting me cut a numb on such a reaction.

You can't just relax and wait to get stabbed, but you can't win if you quarrel with more than double the number of opponents. Paul grabbed Bliss's arm and flinched himself as he pulled, saying he had no choice but to escape if this happened.

"Let them get away with it!

"I don't care, fall apart!

A gruesome voice comes after me. The two blues moved their feet desperately, turning their gaze around in search of salvation at the same time. Passengers who perceive danger are fleeing early. I'd appreciate it if someone called the cops, but when I expected them, a strange voice went up behind me.

"Wow."

"Bye."

"Become... ugh!

The robbers who were trying to attack Paul and the others are screaming more. I couldn't help but see what had happened, and Paul turned around and saw a situation that I still didn't understand.

There is no one left to attack Paul and he is lying on the ground. Some people can't get up and groan, while others seem to be completely lost. Paul and Bliss didn't know what happened.

"In a place like this...... unexpectedly insecure around here too?

As the big men grow gobbly, one person stands in excess. Not one of the robbers, of course. He was probably a young man of such an even physique that he looked slender and taller.

It's neat that he wears a hat deep in his eyes to keep his face from showing as much as possible. I could see a pretty neat face in white to look below my unhidden cheeks.

Is it a brave and kind passerby who came to help me when he saw the Pauls being attacked? And you think you put this number on your own? During those very few moments? Both Paul and Bliss felt incredible and stood on their bars, looking pompous like fools.

The Saviors, who noticed the sight of the two, came here with long legs crossing the bodies of the robbers.

"Excuse me, it looks like we switched each other's belongings when we bumped into each other earlier. This envelope is yours, isn't it?

Walking in tight and talking with a clear pronunciation is somewhat of a military man. but more than that, Paul rounded his eyes to the envelope offered. That was indeed the envelope of the manuscript that Paul was retracing. There is also a stamp marked next to the company name. Then this one and if you look down at hand, it was clearly a different envelope. If the company name is not included, the seal is different. I didn't think it had been replaced, and I was desperate to get it back.

"Wow - sorry for the inconvenience"

Remove the envelope in advance and replace it with the other person's. He seemed relieved by his envelope, which was back over there, and faintly lowered his clean mouth.

"I'm so sorry. And, uh, you got help, huh? Thank you, thank you…"

Say thank you while you're still feeling a little incredible, and they'll be short for "no".

"Maybe you were glad it turned out. I'm surprised there are people who work robberies in places like this during the day."

That being said, he repels the robber who has tried to wake himself up and beat him behind his back without looking back. What have you done now? and Paul and Bliss blinked their eyes. My arms and legs seemed to move at the same time, but I was too fast to be sure. I understood only that the robbery, which was supposed to have targeted my defenseless back, blew away lightly and stretched out to the ground again, making me unable to move this time.

The person in front of him is flat, as if even the worm has driven him away. Then I turned my face around, and I saw that the police force that had been called in had finally arrived.

Let the rushing policeman take care of the rest, and the Savior walks away refreshed. No, Paul dropped off half impressed and half impressed. Well, it would be eighty-nine soldiers. Definitely. Should I say lucky that the person who happened to bump into the wrong envelope was a military man? But no matter how many soldiers, I don't usually feel that strong.

The robbers are also taken by cops. That and the girls appeared in the wrong place.

"Oh, I finally caught up. Mr. Satti and Mr. Bliss are already too well."

Paul had to laugh at the girl running disturbingly. Did you end up chasing me to the end? Aren't you too well for the noble princess?

Although she had come to the side, Mariel could only breathe for a while. Natalie the faithful takes out the handkerchief and wipes the sweat floating on her forehead. Her hair and dress were also fixed quickly and returned to their original proper appearance while Mariel was still talking. Paul is a little impressed. Natalie herself is not nearly as tired of running, but perfectly at work. In addition to being serious and competent, it has been conveyed that I take care of your daughter. I feel like a good woman. Still a teenage girl, but enough to want to invite her to dinner if she grows up a little more.

"The manuscript... you were able to get it back"

Mariel finally calms down and asks and realizes what Paul has at hand. Relax your face, but I snapped my neck right away.

"Has that got Mr. Satti back? Did that guy have anything to do with it?

"That guy?

"I don't know who it is, but someone came after me from behind at a tremendous speed and overtook me in an instant. I thought they were after Mr. Satie."

"Yeah, that's probably who Bliss bumped into. He had a similar envelope, so he mistook it and ran away with someone else's envelope."

If you look back at Bliss a little while shrugging your shoulders, you look away with a swollen face. I just had to laugh anymore. I looked at Paul and Bliss with no evil, just pointing that way, and Mariel nodded as if she was convinced of something.

"You seem to have settled while I was mottled. Either way, the manuscript is back. So, what do we do now?

"Right. Why don't you return this to the author first?"

"If they returned the manuscript that was supposed to be a book, I wonder if the author would be disappointed"

"That's because you can't put it back in Dezier Publishing. Then there's no point in getting it back. I wish I could bring it somewhere else..."

"Hey, what are you talking about? It's the manuscript we asked for."

"Who was trying to steal it and get other writers to steal it?"

Bliss comes pinching his mouth and it's going to be another offensive vibe with Paul. Behind Mariel, who matches the two, Natalie says, "Oh?" He raised his voice.

"What, Natalie"

"Um, there's an envelope there, too. What's that?"

Everyone turns to those she shows. A similar envelope had indeed fallen near the implant a little further away. Mariel peeks into Paul's hand and compares it to a falling envelope.

"This one comes in the manuscript, right?

"It should be... yeah, it's my landmark"

"So that's someone's drop?

"No...... hey Bliss?

If you look back at Bliss with a bad feeling, your face will wander off again.

"Well... when I bumped into you, there were two similar envelopes, and I didn't know which one right away... pick them both up like that"

"Did you just run away?!? You said you even took the envelope of the person you bumped into. - Aah!

Suddenly up loud, Mariel jumps a little.

"What, what is it?

"An earlier robbery! This is what he said about the envelope! Oh, my God, are you an innocent good citizen, not a robber? You're the victim of just getting annoyed by the convolutions? I turned him over to the cops!

"Eh, what happened?"

"Bliss, because of you - take responsibility and go apologize to the police!

"Become, no, wait, 'cause those guys even brought out a knife and they attacked us! You said kill him or something, you're not a good citizen no matter what you think!

"Well, so is that... no, but what if it is? When there's something in there that sucks, like it's related to crime..."

Bliss, blue-blued by Paul's words, flicked himself around and fled again.

"Oh, I don't know anymore! It's an irrelevant envelope, so I don't know!

"Wait, you must be the culprit!"

There's nothing to say back to Paul yelling at, and Bliss runs away. Paul sighed majestically, hissing his head.

"Damn that idiot..."

"Crime... something dangerous in that envelope? Well, what do I do, my breasts are pounding?"

"Don't do it sometimes, you too! Why are you here?

I also get stuck with Mariel's strange reaction. With the wind blowing wherever she was yelled at, Mariel rushed over to the groom and implant. Pick up the envelope that fell in front of you and pay the dust. The back, the table, and the seal began to unwrap without hesitation.

Paul can only be dismayed that it's a lump of curiosity. That made Natalie laugh bitterly at him.

"A lady can't help jumping if there's something that's going to be a creative story. This is all the more so because it is rarely seen as a criminal object. It's like showing a cat a mouse."

"I'd love to be a writer, but I'm not happy to get involved in crime."

The Pauls also head to Mariel as they wave their heads. I peeked into the contents of the envelope she took out, together.

"... what is it, full of paperwork that seems difficult"

As Mariel spilled, it was some paperwork that came out. I look through one at a time, and Paul puts his neck up, too.

"In the title to the land, someone's background check report, huh? And a will...... some rich man's inheritance issue? Amber Barrier... I think I've heard something..."

Paul grabs his memory by remembering his catch on the name in the will. Quicker than he remembers, Mariel answered sayingly.

"I'm a bourgeoisie who died the other day. There were a number of people who ran the company, and you have three sons, but you are all in dispute over your mother being separate and who will inherit the estate. Mr. Barrier didn't leave a will, so he didn't have a successor."

"Oh, yeah, I saw it in the paper - why do you know so much about it?

Regardless of the problems between the nobles, the Viscount's Lady knows all about the inheritance of the common people. To Paul, who was a long time old, Mariel had his chest stretched again.

"We collect information every day through our eyes in every newspaper. I read from the condolences section to the home section without leaving a single letter. We also know that the cat in the Inspector General's house has finally had a baby because of the wild cat in the neighborhood."

"Fine, but 'La Mome' is full of almost fabricated articles full of gossip. Don't take the whole thing seriously."

"Oh, did Satie read that article, too? It's a smiling story."

"The director seems furious when the drowning cat gets his hands on him. Besides, why is Mr. Barrier's will here? But there was no will left, so I should have."

Because the bourgeoisie was still too early to die with his fifties, he was not ready for any inheritance. Brother, the fact that all mothers are different is also why they put the process behind them. Thankfully, it was troublesome and I hadn't got my hands on it yet that I didn't need to hurry. He died early where he thought he would need to be about thirty years away, so the people left to contend.

"According to this will, the whole property is to be received by a completely different person, isn't it? I mean, you have another son who wasn't revealed, but that's kind of obnoxious, huh? You attacked Mr. Satie and the others, robbery, right? I wonder why those people had it. You think your fourth son's a little dangerous? Or...... yeah, this statement of rights doesn't seem to matter at all. I wonder if they put all sorts of paperwork together."

Mariel goes through the paperwork one after the other, convinced by herself.

"The land in this letter of rights was also inherited some time ago, wasn't it? I wonder if you're an attorney with papers on the inheritance of unrelated people? But if you have such a clear will, you're putting it out, aren't you? And this is the roster? Something's wrong with your familiar name... you're just rich."

"Hey, let me see it"

Paul reaches out with a bad feeling. Mariel has honestly given it to me.

"Yes, pay attention to your name with the mark written on it. Don't you remember? This is still the house where the inheritance issue arose some time ago. They thought it was settled, but it was a case of fraud caused by a bright red fake."

"- Oh!"

I also recall Paul for pointing it out. Yeah, that's the case Grace at the boarding house said this morning, too. He said that he had been deprived of all his property and disappeared when he realized it was a fraud. He said the land and household belongings were both sold off and couldn't be recovered - and it had something to do with that case? So, what about all the paperwork that was in this envelope?

Paul with his face up and his gaze on him, Mariel smiles. The girl said reluctantly, as if she did not know the seriousness of the

"Maybe the robbers and the ones who attacked Mr. Satti must be the culprits of the fraud. Isn't this the supporting document?"

"... that's why you've changed your blood phase so much to get it back"

All I can get out of Paul's mouth is a sigh anymore. Change of plans. I have to go to the police before I go to the writer and give this to him. What a day it is at all. When I left boarding house in the morning, I didn't expect so many things to happen.

"If you want to go to the police, please don't let me accompany you. This is an opportunity for irresistible coverage. Please."

Contrary to him being sloppy, Mariel is so lively and eye-catching. That sounds fun, Paul looked out at the sky with a distant eye. Natalie looked at him like she felt sorry for him like that.

For the record, Paul, who delivered the supporting documents, would receive a heartfelt reward from the police. I was laughing a little swollen, and one of the victims thanked me a lot at a later date, and now I'm going to get quite a thank you.

I was about to be deprived of my property, and I thank you for preventing me from doing so - even so, it was a passing military man and not himself who beat up a fraudster and turned him over to the police. It's also Bliss who took the envelope from the scammers, but Paul is complicated. Mariel laughed and said to him.

"God has given good luck to Mr. Satti for his hard work, I'm sure. We're going to need the money, so thank you."

The strange lady was quite tenacious. And as she put it, extraordinary income helped me a lot afterwards.