Price of Management

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He said, "A woman must look good! ’It was the political substance of Miranda Jed that I focused on,' he said.

If I was an ambitious and wicked woman who liked to hide her insides, I would try to use my hands in refusing this tale. It was because it was obvious that if we brought such a woman into the house, our father and even our three brothers would try to use her as our stepmother.

Think about it!

Stepmother like Wolfgang Lanzhel? I'm scared!

Fortunately, Miranda Jed was a woman far from politics.

No matter how selfish a woman may be, she cannot completely hide her true nature as long as she is human. Every little action reveals its sincerity.

For example, an ambitious person like Louis Concern or Julia exerts a terrifying amount of observation, moving their eyes rapidly in a short amount of time. And it's a habit of calculating profit and loss based on that learned information.

Such a person does not deceive my eyes that are approaching the age of 100. I've met a lot of people like him in my past life as a merchant. As long as you're not an ice man who doesn't have feelings at all, like King Kars.

Miranda Jed was just an innocent woman. Of course, she would not be a naive woman who knows the world at all because she had already been married once and lost her husband to illness, but she was also not a wicked woman.

Earl Ranzhel apparently did not give his daughter political education. Well, he didn't want his children to live in the mud like he did. That's a relief.

Returning to the place the old steward had prepared, I heard Julia yell at me.

“Phew, really! I was scolded because I was ashamed.Do I even have a face as a noble? ”

“Do you think I'm a person who takes things like that? ”

“Phew! I can't live! Do you like having a dignified attitude as a promising person in the future? Oh, my God, exposing his father's nakedness, that's crazy. ”

“It doesn't matter because we agreed to keep it a secret. Miranda Jed seemed to like it. ”

Julia asks, "It's amazing."

“How do you know that? ”

“My heart skipped a beat. I can feel it in my spirit senses. ”

“Still, his animisty.... ”

“All right, all right. Let's forget the past. ”

After a moment, Julia gives me a silly smile as if she were Yalmab.

“I'd love to. My father-in-law was twice the size of you. ”

At that point, I felt a mental shock that seemed to be beaten with a hammer.

“What, what?! Well, well, well! ”

“Oh, what do you think? I was talking about your father's size. ”

“Ugh!”

“How can your abs be so firm and your unmanned? It's different from the sky and the earth than anyone else with a belly. ”

“Vee, don't compare! And not to the point of wandering off! ”

“Ahh. Sometimes I put my arms around such a strong, muscular man. A woman's desire, Roman. ”

“Grrrgh!"

I was angry, so I didn't know what to do.

I know it's obvious, but... It's true that I haven't been exercising at all lately, so my body is a bit plump. I can't stand being compared to my father!

“Mr. Wooey! I'm going out for a drink! ”

“Hoho, bye. ”

“Haha!”

I open the window, using Wounded's power to regulate the fluid, and the roof rises.

Nowadays, I only went to meet the tall ones and drank only good wine. Sometimes I wanted to drink a cold beer like I did with Dean's mercenaries.

When I found the bar, Wounded's senses played an important role. Beer is liquid. If you go to a place with a lot of beer, that's it.

I soon found a tavern and flew to you.

When I landed on the street and got inside the tavern, people started buzzing. The sound of laughing, chattering and drinking was confusing. It seemed to be a popular tavern after all. Does that mean the beer tastes good?

“Here's a beer! ”

“Yep!"

The old man who appeared to be the host responded pleasantly. Shortly after, the host brought a large glass of beer. After one sip, it tasted good.

Oh, that's nice. Compared to ‘home of beer breaks’, it doesn't lag behind.

However, it was a shame that the temperature was a little warm. I wish it were cooler.

Hmmm?

Then why don't we cool it off? I'm a spirit.

I immediately got Wounded to cool off the beer. The beer in the cup swirls for a moment, and the frost is cold enough to let out.

Even the cup made of wood was cold.

Then where is it?

I drank a sip.

“Yaa!”

I was amazed. The esophagus, as well as the stomach, seemed to be cool and damp. I thought all the spirits contracted with Woundee were lovers.

But it was then.

A man walks into a tavern. The man looked around, then looked at me.

I was turning my back on him, but the spirits' senses kept me going.

The man slowly approached behind my back.

…… Hurry?

A man puts his hand into his arms. And he grabs the handle of the cold short sword inside.

It keeps coming at me.

I observe it quietly with the senses I share with Noonum and Undine.

Are you an assassin?

But for an assassin, it's a bit of an act. I can't believe we're doing this in a crowded bar. I was intrigued by my skills, I was not a professional or I looked like one of them. It doesn't look like a professional. Carefulness and vulgarity attracted my attention.

Anyway, I'm going to have to hold it and ask who bought it.

Soon.

“ ……?! ”

The man tried to take out the short sword. But I couldn't get it out. Earth's hand made of sand is grabbing a man's wrist.

The other Earth hand grabs the man's shoulder and pushes him to the seat opposite me.

I raised my hand to the host.

“Two more beers! ”

“Deposit!”

And then I stared at the clumsy assassin sitting across from me.

The clumsy assassin caught in Earth's hand looks at me and grins bitterly.

“Looks like the basics are in order. ”

“Because you're not exactly an assassin. ”

He was Baron Evan Taylor.

I'm surprised Evan, deported from Earl Ranzhel after the death of Earl Wolfgang, is still here.

No, I don't.

Come to think of it, it seems I was expecting you before I came here.

“You may speak comfortably. I'm a wanderer who's been banished from Erl Ranzhel. ”

Evan said spontaneously.

“Hmm hmm, should I? Well, then, let's not make a spec. ”

That said, I looked into Evan's movements.

Now, Evan doesn't look so clean. Of course, I was wearing good quality clothes, but the brown cloak on the outside was covered in blood. I think I've been through something terrible.

“Something bad happened to you? ”

I looked at the blood on my cloak and asked.

Seeing Evan's bloody cloak, he smiles deeply.

“It's no big deal. In the Slum, a few of them jumped and killed them all. This is their smoking. Three? They're garbage beggars. ”

It was Evan who still had a rough and gritty atmosphere. It was like 'janitor of Ranzhel’.

“What brings you to the Slum? ”

“I wanted to see where I lived as a child. ”

I was a little surprised by that. I knew he was from the commoners, but I didn't know he was from the Slum. It seemed to have lived a much tougher life than I thought.

“I'm surprised you were from the Slum when you played such an important role in the elite postnatal affairs. ”

“Earl Ranzhel had only one criteria for seeing people. Alive. Alive. ”

I just had two beers. Evan starts telling me his story while drinking a beer.