Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"Perfect, you look great. That's cute."

In the morning when he went to Ellistar Castle, Baron Brigal's castle, Ishur was dressed in Furne with the clothes of Imal's retreat.

Pretty, I'm getting too old to be happy when people say that.

Moreover, on the inside, adding the portion of the previous life, he is old enough to count as a hundred million. Because I'm just a young man growing up. No, I'm pretty sure I can stay young because I'm strongly influenced by my normal life as a boy.

Today, as the baron himself may have seen, Imal was going to wear a pair of clothes that he had made up when he hadn't even come to the Chamber of Commerce.

A well-tailored shirt with a scarf, tunic feathers, a hat on the head and a slightly shorter boot on the bottom.

"Cute, even if they say so"

"Oh, yeah. It's a boy. But she's cute."

Mr. Furne......

"Ishur, you look great."

Imal called out with his smile and face down.

"Mr. Seville wants to talk to you. Can you come here for a second?"

When Imal took me to the warehouse behind the house, Seville was waiting. When the three of us went to where the small wooden barrels in the back of the painting were arranged, Seville said, pointing to the barrel.

"This is the liquor I've been purchasing from Frontera for about a few years, but it's the one that barreled the distilled wheat and put it to sleep for four or five years. It's a pretty good booze, and the royals and the rich are starting to drink it, even around Frontera, and quite Alva, and the King's Capital. It's a little priceless."

Seville cut the phrase there once, on the tannic side,

"I'd like to sell this to the Baron. It's not going to work."

"Even Ellistail is starting to get drunk among rich merchants. The baron is either stingy or conservative, like an old-fashioned, less expensive distilled liquor. I hear you're quite a liquor lover, so I think you'd like it in person if you let him drink one or two glasses," Imal said.

What Seville calls distilled wheat liquor that I put to bed for four or five years would be whiskey. So, what the Baron drinks is something that's barely mature. It is something that has long been consumed by diluting it with water or mixing fruit water.

The city of Frontera and Alva is the capital of the Borderline Lord. There is a castle for the borderline uncle. Frontera was in the middle of the kingdom, somewhat southeastern nearby, a stronghold connecting Ladislaus, the king's capital to the west, and Alva, the capital of the borderline uncle to the east, and commerce was thriving.

"I'm going to deliver the brown sugar I showed you before today, but it will be a month before I go next. I was wondering if you could give me a good start so I could buy this booze somehow."

I see.

I have no hands. Ask some questions.

"Do you deal in brown sugar in other merchants?"

"Oh. Of course that is. We're just the cheapest and the quality is good. It's cheap from the head office. You can get good stuff around."

"Uh, do you work under your sleeve or for the Baron's family or something?"

"Oh, I'm doing that in moderation. But if you're a businessman in and out, that's what they're all doing."

"Yesterday we talked about it, but there's still going to be more Warcraft, and the price of essentials will go up, too, right?"

"It's not like it's going to be a war. However, there are items that cannot be made around here. That kind of thing could soar quite a bit. Salt, for example. Of course, I'd like to raise the price a little for the liquor and brown sugar we're dealing with."

"Well, the brown sugar I'm taking today, let's just raise the price"

Seville and Imal have a look of doubt.

"Uh. Well, it's not a big deal..."

I told the two of you about the operation.

He held an affordable size of liquor from the wooden barrel and came to the front of the castle gate facing that square about Seville and Imal. The castle gate is still open today. I guess I can't close it at night or unless something happens.

Once inside, a large stone building is embellished. Beginning with the Merchant Guild, the city's leading guilds, the temples of the Cathedral Church, and climbing the gentle slopes, there were Knights' government buildings in the back.

In the deepest part of the inner and outer contours of the castle, the high inner walls that hit the main circle soared, and there was a slightly smaller castle gate at the front. It was open there too. I went inside and saw the main entrance to the building as I went under the camphor, where only one was growing.

Ishur and the three others were put through in a room to carry out affairs in the rear rear rear of the ground floor. Though stone castles, the floors and partition walls inside are often where wood is used. The room seemed to have a lot of season in it and the floor squeaked when I walked. There were a few people in there doing their affairs, and the cool-looking youth, still young at the far back, were looking out the window in their spare time. You don't notice or ignore this one approaching, you don't react.

"Mr. Verse, we're out of time."

Seville calls out with a voice that sells her flair.

The young man, called Verse, immediately looked back.

I don't have any expression on that neat face. I'm just staring at this one blurry.

"It's the Seville Chamber of Commerce. I brought you brown sugar every time I ordered it today."

Seville sits back and talks with an outspoken rub.

"Oh, very much so."

Brown sugar, the look on Verse's face moved slightly to see if Seville remembered anyone with the word.

I don't even remember my face.

And Verse glanced at the little jaw of brown sugar that Immal had, and smothered his chin upon him that was doing the affairs,

"Then give it to him and get the money right and go home"

That's what I said.

"That's... there's something I need to talk to you about today"

"Consultation? What?

Verse narrowed his eyes and for the first time he looked firmly at Seville's face.

"There was a warcraft at Ceuta's the other day."

"Oh..."

Well, the operation has begun. But this man, he's an impenetrable, unpleasant one. Whether or not this one will go according to this ambition.

While they were talking, Imal, who was lying next to me, looked at me and whispered.

"That's the baron's family order. Pretty good eater. Come on."

Is this the guy? The one who came to the village to hear from the Bersch family when he informed Brigal of the death of the witch in the woods. At that time, Ektor responds, Paul is called along the way, and he also goes to see the burning marks of the witch's house.

"... so I had to wear a stronger escort on the road. As you know, this is the cost. I'd like to talk to you about the price you're buying."

"I'm in trouble for that. I can't decide. I need to ask you up there."

Who's up there? Aren't you the baron? Like a knight captain? Or a baroness or a relative of a baron?

That's a bad way to put it.

It is this operation to notify the price of brown sugar and provide the example distilled liquor, "whiskey”, free of charge at the service instead of increasing the value where the target is reluctant. It is the main thrust of this operation that wearing free “whiskey” will alleviate the dissatisfaction with the increase in the price of brown sugar, allowing you to simply drink expensive liquor, or make you think that if you don't drink “whiskey” you will lose money on the price increase and let “whiskey” mouth you.

The aim was not only to make it easier to accept the price increase for brown sugar, but also to get a bite of that distilled liquor that the baron hates fur to know how good it is, leading to a subscription.

If this isn't actually the barons themselves buying brown sugar, for example, the baroness women, things change a bit. I can't say it's unlikely because things are brown sugar. If even the money to buy is out of the women's purses, instead of letting them buy “whiskey” unless the women are liquor lovers, raising the price of brown sugar can be a hassle to negotiate and be broken.

Verse is deliberately blurring out the decision-maker. I hope it's just a pain in the ass.

"Now, speak directly to the Baron..."

At the end of the hallway outside the office, there are signs that some people are walking this way. There is one guy who walks majestically with a big strand. Is this the Baron's appearance?

"No, I'll talk to you about that. Today, once you bring it home for later --"

I could clearly hear the footsteps approaching me with a large strand.

Verse cut the words on the way to speaking and rose out of the chair. Those who worked indoors also get up.

The baron came into the room.

"Verse, there you are."

Was the Baron a few knights behind him or was he carrying men of good stature in leather armor? On the other hand of the crisp and pleasant motion, the person had a short body with a round belly protruding, a dark bearded round face on his blackish hair, which was not a very good one to look at. If it didn't feel pleasant, it was the typical bad baron that comes in the story, the way it looks.

I just had firm muscles around the baron's shoulders and arms. One might say a typical samurai skin lord.

He was out at the stable.

So the baron glanced at Seville, who bowed in haste, for a moment in his sudden appearance. This one also bows with Imal late.

"They are."

"It is Seville of the Frontera Chamber of Commerce. I brought your order today, brown sugar."

Once he looked up, Seville raised his head even more.

"Oh yeah, Seville from Frontera? That's hard work."

"Thank you. So I just spoke to you, Verse..."

Seville started talking over and over about the brown sugar price increase she was telling Verse.

When he heard about the price increase, the baron gave him a blatantly grumpy look, but soon he came up with something, a way to think about it and smiled like a stomach on that face.

Anyone can think about it. Lords also collect anything but wheat. If we're going to raise prices, that's for each other.

Verse stays on the spot and sticks a thin smile on his face and says nothing.

"So, this is the liquor you brought."

"I bought some crystal glasses from Wangdu before today, and I was wondering if you could enjoy them."

Seville took out a satin cloth wrap from her nostalgia and put out a glass shaped like a small, slightly snoring glass of wine from inside. The colour didn't match, but it had a fine patterned relief.

Ishur removed the lid of the liquor lid he held and offered it to Imal. Imal pours liquor into that glass. The glass was filled with amber glowing liquid.

"Lately, Uncle Borderline and the royal family have been drinking this little bit while savoring it."

"Ho."

The baron's eyes floated with a desire for color, and his gaze poured into the glass.

Excuse me.

Ishur apologized to Seville.

"No, no, it's a huge success," Imal said.

"Mm-hmm. They're going to be able to buy barrel liquor. The margin of interest is thin, but the glass was told to be more convenient."

The three of them have just come out of the gates of Honmaru, the inner details of the castle.

Ishur put in an apology because he gave the baron a crystal glass poured with “whiskey," in short, it was taken. The aged distilled liquor turns brown. It was Ischl who suggested pouring “whiskey” into the glass to show it to the baron, saying that you can also enjoy the amber color flavor if you pour it into a clean glass.

Seville actually drank it with the nobles of the Wang capital, and the result was to offer expensive crystal glasses.

"Well, you could have raised the price of brown sugar. It depends on the demon."

That's what Seville grins sarcastically.

If no warcraft emerges near Ellistar in the last month, the price increase for brown sugar will also be undone next month.

But that won't happen. There is information that there are more warcraft in the Borderland. There will be more Warcraft around here for a while, but there will be no less.

"No, Ishur did a good job anyway. I've heard rumors about your village, but it didn't just seem like you remembered things."

"That's not true. Anyone in business would be doing that."

"Well, that's right"

Seville gives a nosy look.

Ishur had a familiar look that I had seen before with no one else.

"Ha. Ishl is amazing, but I knew he was different. Usually at that age, no one would think about that."

Imal still has a good smile on people's faces.

"Anyway, thanks to you for doing so much so quickly this time."

Seville walked inside, saying "I'm going to stop by" as she came all the way in front of the Merchant Guild.

Across the diagonal street is the great temple of the Cathedral Church.

"I'd like to stop by the temple, okay?"

"Hmm? Do you even pray?

"No, I've never seen such a big temple before."

Oh, you did, and Imal stood first and put Ishur around the front of the temple.

The front of the temple remains unchanged from the temples of the villages of Bersch and Ceuta and their physique, but they are just different in size. For the most part, it was quite majestic.

Once inside, there was a large, undivided space. The interior of the Temple of Cancer was dark, and only the lights of the fire lit on the candles of many candlesticks lining the back came into view. Illuminated by candles, the statues of the eleven pillars of the gods, centered on the Lord God Jerez, are blurred up. Several of them were kneeling straight on the floor and praying. Not a single chair, desk, etc., has been placed. In the back I could see a child cleric apprentice moving his arms backwards, even cleaning around the foot of the statue of the gods.

As my eyes got used to it, I could see relief posted on both sides of the left and right walls, on the top, probably carving the underworld on the left and the spiritual world on the right.

The style of the sculpture is similar to that of ancient Greece and Rome. It has not been colored.

Step, step in the back. When I looked again at the gods in the back, my eyes stopped at the stone statue of God, who is considered the God of the earth. The god of the earth is called Oomeo in the masculine god.

The big cane in my hand was the one that was different, but the figure looked just like the old man I saw in that meadow.