Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

Dear Brother in law,

How are you?

Didn't that kid pick up something weird and eat it?

Hasn't the Archdeacon given you too much snacks?

Didn't Master Lillick get away with nervousness?

Have you been taken to visit the city at night, calling it an interview by Master Yorch?

In former Yumanist territory, I heard that kid was very popular as a weak character.

When I help you in court, pure people seem to honestly appreciate it.

And you think a dog man gets motivated to be an asshole and make a brilliant resolution?

I'm glad I could help you.

--Well, the civil unrest in the empire is converging.

Between the Tsubaki and the Snakes got worse for a time, and the Tsubaki Alliance broke down early.

He said it became a triplet in the main three races and the invasion (and retreat) of Dragon Man space stopped.

But we need to conclude a peace treaty again after each country is independent.

I have trouble staying close all the time.

In particular, we need you to settle for the battle of certain women.

I want Mazo to put on a proper bullet.

And in the Kennel kingdom, thanks to the recent activation of commerce and distribution, there is trouble in the country —————

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"You're in trouble..."

I was troubled in the king's office.

Next door is Master Darius, who looks at the paperwork.

You can hear the paralysis and the scrolling of paper.

The chair next to the left has a round golden retriever plush toy.

At his feet, Master Mars sits back as a white dog, yawning.

Problems plaguing me.

Those are the two reports brought to us by the captain of the fourth unit in front of us, Lady Rascal von Malamut.

One is a report that some underground tunnels are no longer available.

The other is the big fight between the top two snack makers in the country.

"The former is a very difficult problem."

'No, Your Majesty. The latter is more problematic'

Lady Rascal is in a very good mood for narrowing the eyes of the almonds, who did "wow" to thank her for bringing the report.

But we are strongly bound on this matter.

Apparently, the home of one of the crew members is one crack in the snack maker fighting......

You think you're not coming back from vacation all the time?

That's worrying.

'Chihuahua, without you, no one else will lend me money for a snack. We're going to have to stock up on the Fourth Squad snacks.'

It was a really private (and thus) reason.

First of all, the problem with the basement.

I had no idea of this.

The plan to use the underground tunnel for the distribution of food has solved the food distress for refugees.

Instead.

The presence and location of military roads have been discovered by the people.

The people saw the underground tunnels where horseless rides dive in, smaller than tanks.

The first thing I thought of when I saw the black space.

It's

"Perfect for summer protection"

That's what I meant.

Fast deciding citizens.

They went into the basement with lights from next to next and started using them for their afternoon nap time.

A bunch of wonks who tummy out in the middle of the road and sleep.

I was scattered with even a cat man (in) who was illegally in the country mixed up with his stomach. Boulders are people who are good at finding cool places.

Roads that have been occupied.

Horseless carriages carrying food from the countryside caused traffic along the way.

A soldier out of the driver's seat protests against the sleeping wolves in front of him.

"Hey, get out of the way."

'Cause it's cool in here.'

"This is the military road for once..."

Sure, this is supposed to be a military road.

If the route becomes public any more, there is a risk that it will be used by spies from other countries.

"I like to dig it, but I don't like to bury it," said the Fourth Unit hole diggers, stupidly, while building walls and blocking roads leading from near the Imperial border to the Wang Capital.

As a result, distribution to the Wang capital is lagging behind.

Summer was originally difficult to obtain ingredients for Wang Capital other than the neighboring countryside, but the underground tunnel was used to make it convenient.

But the sudden closure drove the food processor's production plan crazy.

It's a fight between two major food processors that happened in there.

Besides, you think the top of this Chamber has been unfriendly for a long time, sticking around on something?

(Even though we finally have a vision for the transporter of immigrants. You'll have problems from next to next)

I decided to listen more deeply to the circumstances to Lady Rascal, who complains tearfully about 'I can't believe I'm missing a snack'.

Rubbing are "Wonko Confectionery" and "Wonko Foods".

Wonko confectionery is, as the name suggests, the number one manufacturer in the market for sweet confectionery.

Aside from confectionery, he also has his hands on dairy products and pharmaceuticals and has a wide range of business.

I haven't spoken publicly to the public, but my favorite [Kyrowan] is also a treat here.

The chairman is Mr Konni Chihuahua.

It's a dandy that doesn't look sinister at all.

The other is Wow Foods.

I specialize in unsweetened treats such as bones and jerky, and my main business is the processed food industry. I also buy business hams and sausages here in the royal palace cafeteria.

The [luxury sweetbone] that you are bound to see at your lady's tea party is said to be a hit product of this Chamber of Commerce.

The chairman is of the same age as Conni Chihuahua, Piompion Papillon.

This is also a nice middle with a total loss of tannins.

Fighting between the chairmen of the two biggest food manufacturers in this country.

That was a direct cause of the ingredient mix.

"Even in the summer, it was caused by the combination of sunny ingredients. Few caves and wind holes are suitable for preservation, and most are used by winemaking grape farmers and silk Caico farmers."

But there were other causes that made things even bigger.

It was the cancellation of an international food contest.

"Rumania Food Quality Review".

With headquarters in the Empire, this is the best food contest on the continent.

The Chamber of Commerce, which won the Gold Medal at the Quality Review, has the advantage of printing "Rumania Gold Medal Winner" on a package of eligible products to be widely advertised.

Except for this award. It's also famous for the black rumor that "the judges who got paid behind are ranking" because the gold medals are so rampant.

The two chairmen are rivals in the cooking sector since the time when the Kennel Kingdom's quality review (dog contest) was taking place.

They have fought for the Rumanian Gold Medal with their prized products, even since they launched the Chamber of Commerce with each other.

By the way, what was always shining in first place in the contest sequence.

This is Alan Bloodhound, chef of my royal palace.

He said he was scared to say it.

'I think it's stupid, really. Those guys'.

Because I had a talent for management that I didn't have, I thought I wouldn't be able to rub it so far just because of my confectionery skills.

The time when Mr. Bloodhound reigned as the culinary dog of the dog contest everlasting victory.

They said the two wankers always competed over how to get the bloodhounds down and up the bloodpath.

But the contest was interrupted by the death of the royals.

Bloodhound's departure from the surface stage as a single cook did not end the dispute between the two of them.

Disputed on the scale of the Chamber of Commerce.

Disputed over the quality of employees.

Disputed over the share of goods.

And at the end of the day, they were deciding to win or lose each year by putting together a gold medal at the Rumanian Food Quality Review.

"It's only a snack making battle, and I want to go above the sequence!

And the reputation was cancelled because of the civil unrest in the Empire.

Where there was a build-up of frustrations that could not be settled, ingredient attachments.

The two chairmen toured the ingredients and started a duel (dogfight).

The people, like nobles, do not easily quarrel in the appearance of dogs.

This is not quite the case.

It's just...

At Lady Rascal's plea, we partly took the first unit and headed to the broken coliseum near the Royal Palace. That's where they say the battle between the two chairmen starts.

Mr. Bloodhound, who knows the two well just in case, has also followed me.

Coliseum, which is also a circular theatre.

An employee is filling the guest seat.

Two small dogs hanging out in the center.

Trouble is, you two are very cute.

"Father, let's not do this any more. Your Majesty is here."

"Shut up, Coo! Watch the man's will, you idiot son!

'What? Surely this smell... Your Majesty! It's an honor to have you here! See this wonderful Papillon victory!

"No! Your Majesty is going to see this Chihuahua masculine win!

Can-can-can-can-can-can!

(Trouble...... you're adorable......)

I put my hand on my cheek.

"You two! Why a duel? Wouldn't it be better to compete in the arms of cooking"

'No! No matter how many fights we've had over the years, we can't settle at all!

'And like fighting, the Wang capital doesn't have enough ingredients! If you have any extra ingredients, I want to turn them around for the product!

"Then the last resort of our battle is duel only"

"Stop it, Father. No. It's just lack of exercise and bad hips. Come on."

I'm impressed.

The ingredients are only, the attitude that we want to use as food for our customers.

"You haven't even raised your prices at this time, have you?"

"Yes, the Chamber's mission is for the people to be able to buy goods in a stable manner.

They couldn't beat me as a cook, but as a merchant, they'd be number one in sequence. "

I nodded, "Right."

Mixed with them.

Harassment and watchful families and employees.

Two people supporting the country, a serious look.

I looked up to my neighbor, Master Darius.

He narrowed his watery eyes and nodded.

- --Then.

As queen, I will make one decision.

"You two! Let's still cook for the duel!

'What are you talking about, my queen!

"Even the ingredients are lagging behind."

Two small dogs that I'm sure will stare at.

Looking down at them, I made myself clear.

"We will open all military underground roads in the country to civilians. Perfect for both heat protection and storage, and will drastically reduce heat stroke patients in the future"

Of course, I'll bury them under the royal palace, but I added, they didn't seem excited to hear much.

————— Why do they get so excited.

If you have a basement with a typically low temperature, you can store a large quantity of ingredients that you need.

If there were more places to cool down, the basement wouldn't be filled with heat protection.

This proposal seemed welcomed by all the dogs.

But there are two sides to everything.

One dog that I would love if I decided, and at the same time, a grieving dog comes out.

I was in the office, and now I was being blamed by two different people.

"Your Majesty! It's so lamentable!

Deepening the frown wrinkles in front of you and getting angry is the Knights of the Borders, who are guarded around the region.

Dear Jack von Russell Terrier, its head of the regiment.

She is a little child-faced and youthful, but her hair intersects with gray hair and she also has wrinkles in her eyes.

In fact, I am over fifty and five years old.

This one is stubborn, in a different sense from the Afghanhound clan bigotry.

You're the type of person who sticks to so-called habits and past ways of doing things - -.

"This is the military road we've been running in secret! Wouldn't this find out from another country!

If the Puppies (Puppies) try to head to another country in the future, they will be immediately perceived!

"In the first place, I don't plan to invade another country."

"Always think wartime in time of peace! This is the soldier! You should make as many mechanisms as you can to hold the root of your opponent's neck!

It's not what started him now that he's prone to anger.

But he said the reason he decided to direct the trial was to interact with the Dogs (Wonko), who began summer shelter near the imperial border, and the Knights of the Borders.

All over the underground, snuggly herds of locals.

Captain Bulldock of the Knights of the Borders was angry at this appearance.

"You guys! Don't use it on your own any more! What if another country finds out! You should give up the place as a loyal dog to your car!

Some of the dogs wake up in the rage of the old dog Captain Bulldock.

And I haven't stopped paying any particular attention, and I've been telling you the other way around.

'Uh,' cause it's good for you here. He said we should all chill out on summer afternoons. I also wonder if only rivers and tarai can cool outside. The cave is pointy and dangerous. '

"There's no bat shit coming down here, either."

"The distribution authorized by Lord Afghanhound is also temporary due to an emergency! That's about as much patience for the people!

The old dog was only emphasised by the military secretary as temporary, but the opposite was argued.

"But that military director sent a circular to the bureau, didn't he?" Apprentice the Dog (Dashiva) to reduce stress "'

'Think about it, it was tough during the war. Many times it was painful. I couldn't help but wonder if Master Lieselotte would hate us and leave. Are you tired?'

'You don't have to do it anymore and show His Majesty the good, do you? You're not leaving us, are you?

"Your Majesty said," Wow, wow, wow, that's fine. I want to live happily and amicably every day, "right? ————— Then let's all get healthy for now and show some good hairy gloss'

"If you think about it, it fits well with the doctrine of Wonko."

In their words, the deep wrinkles of the Bulldock clan were carved deeper.

"Reason!

"Well, the captain's off, too. Old age, old age, you're tired of getting slapped by a magazine. Spring got snagged by the heat of the fire, and it was tough. Come on. Get some rest."

"It's easy for Grandpa."

"Hey, hey, ah!

The dogs get up one person after another and drag Captain Bulldock into it.

And he said, "Oh, cool......" zero, and he was sucked into a cool space and fell asleep. You were tired. Good job on your job.

Never put it in your mouth......

The Knights of the Borders is a famous place of employment (a snack) to enter in Conne, if you are not able to get a job even if you are happy to be born.

He therefore has a strong rival heart for the Central Knights, and the Russell Terrier Corps is also at its head.

"You can't forgive me! Permission to get rid of the people who are now perplexed!

"That's right! Close the tunnel!

Another direct referee barked today.

I met you the other day, Ilata Water Spaniel, president of the Kennel Tarai Sales Association.

He is very obsessed with his interests, as far as I can tell from his recent collision with the president of the Pedestrian Traders Association at Family Size Talai.

"Wouldn't Tarai stop selling!

Once the people are all able to take shelter in the underground.

I stop buying the life line (Tarai).

"Talai sales to Talai artisans, intermediate Talai suppliers. Ten thousand at least! Are you willing to make them unemployed!?

"Consider other ways to sell it."

"I'm not kidding! We came from generation to generation with a single tarai with plenty of water to cool the fur. Money has gone to the bucket vendor when the bucket, and what the hell does His Majesty think of us!

"It's an important citizen."

"If so! Let me make some money first!

You're truly honest.

Now that I'm impressed with this, at my feet, Master Mars says, 'Can I kill you crisp? Your husband'.

Dear Darius had also given his consent immediately before.

But now you're looking at me quietly.

And the doctors at the lab and the Afghanhound clans have given me some proxy paperwork that they thought of.

(In addition to mad dogs, there are a variety of wax in this country. Then we have to show each one a compromise line somehow)

I made a suggestion to the two rough guys.

"Both of you, a treat! Become a dog."

"Wow!"

I came close to the two of you who sat down.

And all right, all right, head on. So, I said with forgiveness for their high emotions.

"I'm counting on you, aren't I?

First of all, Russell Terrier Head. You have strong connections to local blue dogs everywhere. Extend the tunnel from the military tunnel to the center of the city. Make it property as cooling for the town. "

'Can I dig on my own!?

His short tail is shaken abruptly.

I went on to say the words as I saw it.

"I forgive you. Give your permission to the Lords all over the country in the name of Lieselotte. Submit your blueprints here and you will supervise them as soon as the technicians are in place. As the queen's eyes, I give you responsibility."

"Her Majesty's Eye!?

Oh my goodness......!

Usually most of the major events are lit by a flame of motivation in his eyes, which were filled with dissatisfaction with the Central Knights. A short tail moves hard.

And to Mr Spaniel, who has an unfaithful face, I suggested talking about making money.

"And give the Tarai Sales Association the right to advertise as a matter of priority"

'Is that an ad? Instead of writing to Tarai?

"Wouldn't a bigger publicity place be unleashed from now on"

- - - - - - Please jack the walls of the basement and use them to promote Tarai.

I explained making all the underground tunnels an advertising space.

Hole digging dogs are graffitied everywhere, but you'll be fine if you repaint them.

'It's...!

"From now on, it will be famous as a national underground or resting place. Ads full of walls will also be easy to attract customers to. Take time to develop other useful Tarai usage and other products while advertising for Tarai. If you have invented a wonderful invention, I fully commend you."

"But what if. Yes, sir? Still a loss, if anyone claims it's not enough... '

"That's too much."

Lady Darius gulps...... and notes in a low voice.

Chairman who will be even smaller.

I said, "That's okay," and I gave you permission.

"A really great invention is a product that I made, sold, and bought that I think was all good.

Don't stick to your interests, suggest good ones, chase usage. I will gladly untie the ribbon that binds this hair on the spot and tie it around your neck. "

"Her Majesty's!?

The chairman startles and extends his tail perfectly.

Yeah, and I nodded.

And then continue with "but".

"I won't forget what you said about shutting down the basement.

If I continue to think only about making a temporary profit of my own and act to the detriment of the people... I will be angry too. "

I didn't smile.

But just a little bit of the end of my mouth, I raised it.

That only solidified the chairman, 'Hi-ha, hi-ha!!' And he jumped up and left.

The head of the Knights of the Borders, who was at the same time consolidating, rushed to thank him, and as he walked out the door - - Master Darius asked.

"If war really is going to get rid of this world, you won't need a secret underground tunnel. I will follow your thoughts. But there's no such thing as zero possibility in this world."

"Yes. So let's dig again. All you have to do is dig deeper and sneakier."

There was a substitute proposal in my hand called 'Sneak Dig'.

"Dig a hole in the military that only some things in the country know about."

All you have to do is build an emergency military underground in the basement.

If we're really going to keep it a secret, we should minimize the people involved.

Master Mars peeks into the paper as a person and laughs at it.

"Your husband's a lot worse, too."

"I want to grow up soon."

"But don't just push it. I love your clumsy husband."

"... you're not being praised. But thank you."

Master Darius says nothing and gently puts his hands on his head.

"Thank you. But I'll try."

I put the paperwork on my desk and called in unit four.

Now that the crew (Chihuahua) is back safely and loose by securing a large quantity of snacks.

They're going to help us with anything.