In a room in the Lark Mansion, I called Lark and the Alchemy Division in the name of a future policy meeting using the authority of a regiment leader to hold a rebellion to crush the ambitions of Altamia, an evil witch who defies the ethics of the world and who can become a spirit and live eternity by contradictory witchcraft.
"In other words… it is clear that the price fluctuations of the aforementioned instruments are due to the result that the value of the instruments is fluctuating significantly and Nargarn shocks are being caused, mainly in the phage territory," is it more robust than Nargarn scaled armor "and" is there a point where differentiation can be measured over Nargarn scaled armor "
I slap a piece of paper on the wall with a cane.
The paper contains a large number of illustrations that Meir has drawn.
An arrow has been drawn from Nargarn, whose eyes are marked with a batch of armor, leading to a large quantity of armor, which is driving around existing armor.
"Naturally. If the scales of Nargarn go out and lose value, the value of all the weapons and materials below will drop even further. Blah, blah. Nobody wants it. Even I don't take that kind of trash. It's a complete personal look, but I was wondering if it would take three years for the market situation to revert somewhat. Many merchants should already have heads and resent Baron Lark"
Next to me talking, Meir is standing somewhat shabby.
Meir waved small at her because she and Altamia met each other.
He's an enemy, I want you to feel a little more nervous.
Altamia also waved back rather modestly, slightly puzzled by how Mere was doing.
A collector who came to chill sits behind the Alchemy Division and at the rear of the line.
I'm out on this occasion in the form of a tour, but I'm probably not going to join the group, either, fine dust.
I'm just sparing some time.
I wanted to make it off-limits except for those involved, but for some reason, collectors were allowed to do whatever they did in their territory, even though they did nothing in particular.
Oh, now I'm stretching out.
"What I'm trying to say is that if you do a mass production of phantom copper (oleicalcos) weapons here and elsewhere, that's already equal to an economic attack on other territories! It used to have to stop, but now it's stable in phage territory. Why did you talk about starting manufacturing phantom copper (oleicalcos) weapons so that they can be folded up, even though they also impose restrictions on the distribution of Nargarn weapons?
I slap my desk with a cane and I give a hot valve.
"It's just too shallow. I do not consider the impact on other territories. Lord Alta, you are trying to use this territory to carry out the alchemy experiments you wish to carry out, even pushing the country into chaos, while remaining in your own desire for knowledge and exploration. That doesn't fit the policy of the Alchemy Division here! Isn't that right? Baron Lark!
For the sake of justice, we can never condone the tyranny of Altamia.
It's my duty to stop the witch for freeing her from the seal of the tower.
Altamia was too dangerous. He's a witch who was chased off the surface stage by obstructing his research madness.
One day when I run wild, I should have doubted it and hung up.
"I never! I'm not obsessively obsessively obnoxious because I've been saved from a hefty plan! I'm saying this plan is what causes so many people to be unhappy!
I told him.
Wiping her sweat, she glanced slightly at Meir, who tilted her neck for a moment before clapping her hand and beginning to applaud.
No, that's not the place.
Lark looks complicated in his arms and looks at Meir's painted illustrations.
Many of the Alchemy Division are looking at me with the eyes of "What are you talking about?"
The collector slept in the back. What are you doing here?
"Um... did I say something, something wrong?
What should I do?
Somehow, it's not what the air in the field wanted.
When it's quiet, you hear the blur of the members of the Alchemy Division.
"The Alchemy Experiment with Privatization, according to you, says the captain..."
"Captain, maybe I am, so it looks that way no matter what the others do"
"Mr. Alta, I tried to hit you, but my license went crazy and I hit you in the mirror."
"That way of putting it, there's a real possibility that you're unconscious. Someone needs to tell you...... Mr. Linoa! Linoa would have done something without a corner standing......!
"... I'm getting results, and I have a contribution to make to the territory, so suit him appropriately. This is Lark's will, too."
"That must be so different from Icarus, who was suffering so much from past achievements, Master Lark?
"Oh, bye! Captain, I'm looking at you! Front, front!
The back of my eyes is getting hot.
I threw down my cane and ran away from the room, hiding my eyes.
Meir, standing beside me, stared at my back, but came after me momentarily late.
"Ah, Captain Abel! It's okay, I was listening!
"Excuse me, it's a joke, a joke! Look, I dropped my cane!
"Somebody, Abel, secure you!
"You might as well not have us chasing you badly! Leave it to Mr. Meir!
A collector who was supposed to be asleep until just now was looking at me with a full grin.
Satisfied, lift your hips gently. I would already be leaving Lark's mansion to go home.
After me, part of the Alchemy Division and Meir are coming after me.
"Careful, the captain got his hands on the sleeve! Hidden wand!
I use a spell to move three autoems that were decorated in the aisle.
The three Ortems leap forward in front of the Trackers, blocking their footsteps.
I kept running in the meantime.
- Five minutes later, it was the witch Altamia who appeared to me hiding in the warehouse and buried herself in the storage oatem.
"... you know? It could have been a bad time, but apart from Atashi, I'm not thinking about taking over, is it?
Altamia sits triangularly tapping on my shoulder.
I got a peek in my face, so I kept my dignity alive by burying my face in my own chest.
…………
When I remain silent, Altamia opens her mouth again.
"Look, you showed me before, I really liked the theory of the Magic Wave Tower, and the Atashi, but the Lords refused you because of the funding, right? I was trying to figure that out... and right after that, I left the territory, so it just so happened to be a weird time."
If you ask me, before, Altamia had shown interest in my demon-led cell phone, Magiphone, by showing me unexpected eating.
Even when Lark stuck up on account of the financial difficulties, he seemed to be putting his hand up on his chin and working on the gold measure.
"A, Mr. Altamia... Me... Me...!
With eyes still in tears, I look up at Altamia.
"Damn... that girl was worried, you see. To start something new, you lose your efficiency without you, so don't save it. Besides, you're not as avoided as you think you are."
Altamia shows you outside the warehouse by hand.
"It's Abel! I'm kind of dying to carve an autoem!
I hear the crew looking for me.
I sip my nose and wipe my tears with my sleeves.
"Just a little more...... can I hide here until I feel calm?
"... you're the troubled captain. Whatever you want, I'll hide with you."
I just figured out a little bit why Altamia had a desire when no one followed me.
"... well, I wasn't obsessed"
"The point itself is best. I didn't pack it yet, but I left it behind. Keep restrictions in place to reduce market impact first."
What is this man, a saint?
The rear light appears.
"Um, Altamia..."
When I tried to speak up again, the warehouse door opened with momentum.
"Hey, hey... Ah, Lord Abel, I finally found you"
It was Eurice.
I am somewhat stunned by the appearance that shards don't read the air either.
"Well... to Lord Abel, I am a customer again. Apparently, we're in a hurry… could you please come to the room immediately?
"To me, customer...?
Well, whoever it was, I tilted my neck, and I heard voices coming from outside.
"But, Abel, you're in a naïve condition right now... well, if you wait in the guest room for a moment, I'll take you with me right away..."
"So where is Abel! I don't care about naves or anything! I'm asking you where you are! We're in a real hurry! Stop imitating me like I'm hiding!
Lark's persuasive voice is followed by a cursing occult voice.
"Ah, Mr. Peter..."
"... Peter?
Altamia looks surprised.
Peter's face peered this way through the door of Eurice's open warehouse.
"Look, you're not here! Abel, for heaven's sake...... hmm?
Peter and Altamia's eyes met.
"" Hey, why are you here...?
Two voices, beautifully aligned.