"I don't know... It's a day to remember."
Mr. Samuel managed to smash the pulled face, smiling bitterly and saying so.
When I was at the night club, I had my hair lined up behind me, but now that I've left my hair intact, it seems a little familiar.
"I got a visit from the Dragon Killer Holy Knight, and I'm going to be very proud of him. - Whoa, did our maid not be rude? I'm a worker, but I don't like you very much."
"No, you have been kind. - How are the wounds?
"That's all they cut nicely, it healed right away."
In the meantime, slap on the arm that I caused the laceration.
He nodded and walked in front of me.
"- Withdraw all insults from the previous evening and apologize. The verse was truly sorry."
And I stopped and lowered my head.
The fold was correct, it worked beautifully.
"Will you accept my apologies?
"Yes, of course. - I won't leave any remorse on the lights."
"Well, I'm relieved."
Saying so, he laughed breathlessly.
"If they resented me, I was going to sail my ass and run away. You're too much of a boulder to turn to your enemies. I stained my skeleton."
He offers his hand with a teasing, summer blue sky-like grin.
With a smile on his face, he exchanged a handshake of reconciliation.
For once, as a very basic preparation, basic information about this person should not come after examining it.
- Samuel Sanford. The son of Baron Sanford, who rules the port of Sanford in the southwestern part of the Kingdom of Fur Tiles.
The Baron Sanford family is a commercially successful aristocrat who has successfully developed around the port of Sanford, where the title was low with the Baron but was a natural good port, profiting from the transaction.
The current lord, Baron Sanford, has a warm personality, but he's sick and weak, and he hasn't moved his territory much since he lost his wife.
Instead it is he, Mr. Samuel, who is moving as a nominee in the capital.
He has all sorts of disgraceful comments.
The appearance is refreshing, the personality is pleasant, family-minded, and sociable, and the likes of throwing money like this in poverty relief activities.
In addition, your father was sometimes a martial arts aficionado due to his illness and weakness, he taught prominent samurai entering and leaving the mansion from an early age, and he is also a master (master) of several kinds of swordsmanship.
- On the other hand, he's an enthusiast, and he fights fast anyway.
One night at a club, three ill-galled aristocratic brothers insulted me about my father, and I talk about being cute and challenging everyone to a duel, knocking the three of them down together with non-minor injuries to withdraw their remarks and make them apologize.
Thanks, they roll there in a bad direction when they drink, and there's a lot of duel and quarrel about him.
He said it would be a duel with a sword for trivial reasons, and besides nobility, he had also beaten merchants' caution sticks, etc., because he didn't bump his shoulder.
But it won't pull back.
Fortunately, the skill and distinction between not letting the dead die remains intoxicating, and when he becomes facile, he makes a proper apology and settles the matter.
Adding up around that area, a lot of people appreciate him to the extent that he "entertains unproductive powers and frustrations" and "when he's young, he wants to try his arms".
Even marriage would calm you down, so it would be nice if you could consolidate yourself around Miss Cecilia soon, but some nobles said so, etc.
I just don't know if he's the most popular person at all.
If he got drunk and cut, the fight against me was too staged - there's something about him that catches on.
"So we talked about the wound. - I don't think you're really hungry to see me, have tea, talk to me, or go home?
… So today, there was a settlement and I came to make sure of it.
"To tell you the truth, just have a cup of tea and you and martial arts rigging, that's what appeals to me."
Talking to a talented swordsman who has worked out so far seems very exciting.
I'd like to ask you about fine swordsmanship and previous martial arts traditions, but, well, as a later pleasure...
"- Frankly, who asked you for that duel?
In the meantime, I decided to cut in.
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"... what a head-on battle"
"When you can do that, I think it's best to do so"
I don't have the delicate brains to be able to accomplish it brilliantly by exploring far-fetched measures.
Let's just push it a lot when we can.
"If you're going to apologize, show me your sincerity, sincerity!
Let's keep pushing!
"Slurpee!
"... hey, was that apology a lie?
"So don't let the Holy Knight fool you in the face or anything! I laugh!"
He broke his face and shrugged his shoulders.
"... we haven't articulated the flag yet, but the relationship itself is huge... before that feast, the Young Defenders set it on fire."
Burned.
"I can't say it out loud in advance, but His Royal Highness the King has rebellion," and "I wonder if you are using exaggerated rumors, such as the Dragon Killer's Holy Knight," and so on... "
Turn your finger as you twirl.
"You know, on the same day, they said, 'You're a soft man, but you're sitting on your ass in that childhood shrine,' but they said, 'I don't have the courage to dictate to a woman,' so I was drunk.
Yeah, I thought there was something about it, but I didn't know if it was shame to stir up alcohol. That was the failure, if you think about it.
"If you're a softist, you're one of the prostitutes." I came across you brilliantly when I said something about Miss Lunaria.... Well, it's a drunken momentum, until who said "
"It was primal, wasn't it? … and it was obviously more complicated."
"Hahaha, I wonder. I was drunk. I can't remember."
From a few parts of the word, I feel signs of a lie.
He knows I'm an armed wizard too, and he's so crude as a lie, so it's probably a premise lie to be known as a lie.
... I know what that intent is, and in this case I can be reassured the other way around by being lied to.
Honestly, because if you're going to be given a name here, you're going to have to think a little bit about the confidence of the information from Mr. Samuel.
It's just a little overconfident to think that you're the only person in your class who sells acquaintances easily.
And... besides not selling acquaintances easily, he gave me some information.
After all, I'm pretty sure it was the Defenders who targeted me with that noise.
But I wonder how he got himself out of this one. I don't think he's the kind of person who gets lightly danced.
And then. After all, as he circled - and so on, he narrowed his eyes,
"Ma, the biggest harvest was knowing that The End of the Holy Knight was his arm and character as rumored, eh?
I held up the edge of my mouth, smiled happily, and said so.
No sign of a lie at all. The words of the man.
"... to be sure, is it a duel"
"The best way for samurai to understand each other is to exchange swords. - Besides, you can test your sword against the Holy Knight opponent with the strongest border, the protection of the God of Lightning. Isn't that an interesting matter?
As far as it goes.
And I'm sure that's not a lie.
"Speaking of God's protection. - I still feel the sign of the Fengjin Warr from you.
Did you get your protection, too?
Predict the timing and try to cut back.
As I once felt the strong protection of the thunderous god Vault from Temple Chief Bagley - somehow I can see that the atmosphere of someone who is also gaining a high degree of protection.
His is so thin, I can't really prove it...
I was thinking about various patterns of how he would respond to this topic.
"Protecting the Worl? That's not true."
"To?"
But it was an unexpected instant answer.
"I did make it to the patron saint that I was born in the harbor... but in the meantime, I lost a lot in a beating that I thought I could do, and I was fooled by childhood training.
The wind god who didn't let me win over there is the worst gut evil, at all. 'Cause look at all my losers, Guerraggera. You're laughing, what a blessing. Get to work, motherfucker!
Oh, I see.
It doesn't seem like a lie at all, and it's a good answer.
I wonder if I can get certainty about this. [M]
"Cecilia and I are really close."
…………
The moment I spilled that name without any other intention. His grin, which did not upset him when he gave the name of the wind god Whirl, became much deeper.
A slight peek at the signs of a blade of escape. Much sharper signs than during a duel.
I felt at that scene of the crime, signs like leftover incense and that went a long way.
Diseased, sharp, light - and it enclosed both the inner and outer sides.
"That's a good girl, but I think it's important."
It was an inclusive word. Very.
"Nothing like your concern. I just happened to be there during a walk by His Royal Highness Brother Wang. I'm so sorry about the duel you plunged me into."
I raised my hands to the signs of that tingling.
Apparently, the steeple was here.
Thanks to this, I was able to grasp roughly. I've been visiting because somehow I didn't think so - after all, maybe he does.
"- I am not going to have another duel with you. Hopefully, as much as I'd like to help."
"Ho."
When I told him that, then the signs pulled in.
The tingling sensation disappears. Easy going in and out, brilliant stuff.
"Damn, it's horrible what" Dragon Killer "feels like. It's all about logic and being straight."
"Even myself, I have a little extra time.... That's it, right now, how about 'Progress'?
"It is difficult to navigate. What we need is time."
When he asked, wearing the skin of the woman's story, he answered with a glance on his face.
"If I may, may I ask where the problem is?
"Multiple locations (...)"
I looked up too. [M]
That was the worst answer ever.
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Mr. Samuel seemed to think something of me when I was silent by accident.
- And when he nodded one thing, he said it as if he remembered.
"That's right. Hey, I need a favor from you."
"Please?
"Oh, I'm paying for the poverty alleviation project, but these days, some of the temples in the favelas and colored streets seem a little harsh."
"Tough?"
"If the political situation is confusing, nobles and merchants will go into protection………"
With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.
When large supporters reluctant to invest, the neighborhood goes first.
"We can't give enough money to tilt the house either, and we've been 'busy' lately, and we're stuck in it. Let it go, and the place will be a hotbed for" Never. "
"Yeah… that's certainly a concern."
"God of Lightning. Thick, besides making money with white magnets and dragon treasures, right?
If you don't mind, why don't you bite a piece of the Holy Knight? Merchant over there, I saw it as the vault number of the Holy Knight's Palace to look into, how about it?
"Yeah, of course. … Other than that, I'd like to talk to you about Sanford Harbor."
Shaken by the topic, Mr. Tonio smiled until now silently - silently observing Mr. Samuel.
"Hahaha, you don't have a loophole. Nevertheless, it is under the jurisdiction of my father. There's nothing I can do about it."
"Enough. So, we'll get back to you later, and we'll have ongoing negotiations."
"I see." Continuous negotiation "… the contact point is important."
"Yeah. Nice to meet you. … I was wondering if we could provide adequate support for the project."
"That would be appreciated"
Mr. Samuel loosened his mouth and nodded at me.
"If you can ask me that way, it'll help even me. - If there's progress, we'll be in touch."
"That was helpful. It's really nice to get to know someone familiar with the city."
"What, an apology for bothering you. If you stay close to me in the future, I won't be lucky enough to beat that."
Though it was a conversation that didn't touch the core.
Still, Mr. Samuel's words contained intimacy and respect.
"Mr. William, have you been working for a while on your existential appeal about His Royal Highness the King?
"Yeah, I think that's what's gonna happen in the end"
Well, then, what is it? - And he's a little rounded up.
"It might be an extra favor.... the capital is a lot of trouble, and you may not know who to believe.
When the things you can do, the things you might want to do, and the things you need to do pile up, if you realize it, your thoughts are dispersed all over the place, and then you don't know why.
- Freedom isn't always good. "
Pompous, and the words Samuel spilled, had a real feeling.
"In that case, we're going to reconfirm our vows to God and do every single thing in front of us. If you notice, you'll see the way."
"…… Thank you very much.
I smiled and nodded at the thoughtful words.
... In the end, whether that prediction is correct or incorrect, His Highness has a vision of something and will repeat his inflexibility and persuasion for a while to put it through.
There's not much I can do about it.
The extent to which you behave quite generously and show your presence as a pawn to His Royal Highness Brother Wang.
If possible, somewhat, if you can take people into "pioneering", it's about all hail, and that's not mandatory either.
As for the families of the evil gods, I will now discuss this if I have any information from Mr. Samuel, who has made a dark agreement.
I manage to find an excuse somewhere to visit Uncle Dagger, who was the original purpose.
Though I feel the situation is getting a lot more confusing - sure, it's hard to think about it, other than me, and it's simple enough for me to do what I have to do.
Help people in need. If I had an evil family, I would take this.
As I once swore to God.
Mr. Samuel is right. - Don't let the difficulty of the capital fool you. Let's straighten it out.
"Speaking of which, this is of interest.... What an oath did Mr. Samuel make to God?
"When things got a little rough, I swore," Three times, I'll risk my life for you, "and I hoped for protection..."
I wish, I repeat, he looked extraordinarily sinister.
- As far as I can tell, the number of activities of the mysterious bandit Skywalker has exceeded ten.