Once it burns, the flames don't go away so easily.
Until the day of the auction, I had managed to pray that the rumors would subside, but in the end, the disturbance over the "Converting Person (Reverse Face)" never subsided.
The lady must have caught fire by being stirred up by Citrine.
Rumor has it that he raises funds by saying considerable impossibility to his father, Sir Gladys. Even if you say you are usually a little grown up, do you mean children? I guess emotional control is still sweet.
Usually, there are a few rumors about eye-catching products before the auction, but this year's Imperial Capital was the topic of "The Converting Person (Reverse Face)".
It seems that some hunters would really get on if we talked that far, and unlike what I imagined, the situation was extremely confusing. Even if you go to the lounge, that's all the talk that leaves.
It seems that only me and Eva, who are supposed to be Teng himself, are fed up.
Slumpy in the clan master room, Citrie is wary and puts a trunk one turn larger than the trunk case he showed me before in front of him.
My pale pink eyes were burning quietly. It's not something full of energy, like Liz, it's a quiet battle that doesn't leak brilliance outside.
"We collected about 900 million and 10 million geels together with our marriage funds. I will definitely finish it. Tino also donated just a little."
I'm telling you I don't need to collect anymore... Teach me a false cap and keep it up to tow, and I get a weird laugh at the extra very unpopular.
It was as comfortable as if it had been embedded in a bottomless mud. If we get this far, we'll have to take it to the grave as to why I craved The Converting Person (reverse face).
For a while now, Eva, who was powdering herself and running to the sedation of the situation, says with a drawn look.
"Mr. Klee, we're approaching eleven digits."
"I know..."
Winning alone this time would be about Arnold bringing in treasure gear. The commission for the auction should be greater in proportion to the amount of sales, but you should miss the huge amount compared to the amount you originally assumed, no matter who dropped the competition.
The race was thrown. There is no longer a way out for me, and even if I do, the fire will not subside.
I don't see the landing spot at all. Wouldn't this... benefit me no matter how I fell?
"... what do you think?
"Honestly, you're at a disadvantage when you get here. When it comes to the Count Gladys family as well, there should be as many chambers of commerce that receive debt offers. It depends on how far Sir Gladys listens to Miss Eclair's" Please, "because Sir Gladys is also quite radical..."
Eva's expression is not excellent long after the auction-related disturbances began.
power, assets, and force. It's hard for us, the common folk, to beat the genuine nobility of all three. That's what I knew.
That's why I went to persuade you. Though I have made a minor mistake.
I guess a wise citrie shares the same opinion. Nod small and look up at me. [M]
"That's right. I'd like to negotiate with the Chamber of Commerce to borrow money if I'm going to make sure..."
"You don't have to."
"But..."
"Not necessary"
Being a good alchemist who doesn't fail to drill, the potion she produces is more effective than any other alchemist or pharmacist makes and produces tremendous wealth.
The Chamber of Commerce, which will take the offer of debt, will find several if you try to find them. But you should also understand what it means to offer debt at this time.
Let them even dispose of spare equipment and stockpile potions. Now, if you make a loan now, it could have a negative impact on Citri's future activities. I can't take that.
Citrie swelled her cheeks slightly and had a disgruntled look on her face, but smiled like she'd given up when she laughed at her.
"... ok. If that's what Mr. Klee says, I guess you don't need it. I don't know what your intentions are... but it's also possible that your sister will still bring home treasures that sell at a high price..."
"Uh... yeah, right"
Nod and show, but it would be quite unlikely that Liz would bring home expensive treasure gear.
The treasure hall near the Imperial City this time of year is the focus of the hunters' attention. Treasures will be taken as soon as they show up, and treasure is not something that appears so often in the first place. Liz is strong, but there are limits to a treasure hall where you can ladder with solos.
No matter how the result fell, this time it bothered everyone.
Liz in Citrine, Eva and Tino - and Mr. Martis.
And some clan members will have a narrow shoulder because I, the master, am at the center of the commotion.
This auction is not a war. It's a festival. It was supposed to be more fun.
It was in scattered eyes. I will never again offer anyone a debt for treasure. [M]
Loosen your forehead and loosen your facial expressions.
Yeah, enjoy the auction. This is not war. Without that treasure trove, I wouldn't die, and the lady I got was disappointed, not what I found out.
"When you get here, all you have to do is leave your luck to heaven. Let's celebrate again after the auction."
"That's nice. Let's call Miss Eclair then."
Citrie says with a full smile. Apparently, she's willing to win.
On second thought, isn't all the culprits in the arc that brought that young lady?
All right, let's give Ark some leisure time to celebrate. I didn't put it on the table, I carved it into my heart. [M]
One day after the auction begins - finally, the battle begins.
§ § §
There are times when the proud Zebuldian aristocrats must not retreat. Sometimes we have to penetrate even if we don't want to.
The Gladys are not poor aristocrats. The territory is not larger than other houses, but the Knights, who have a reputation for surpassing hunters, maintain security, and the territory is moistened by hunters called by the treasure palace in possession.
But even for a house of aristocracy with sufficient authority, the gold of 200 million geels is never cheap. At least, it's over the amount that Eclair, who is neither current nor present, can handle on his own.
after a meeting with the abominable Thousand Changes. Father - Count Gladys said to Eclair, who talked about reporting on the content of the meeting and the need for 200 million geels.
A deep red coat with a wielding sword at the waist. Orchestrated burnt brown hair, too pointy eyes and forged flesh for nobility.
Eclair's father - Van Gladys - is a samurai at the same time as a nobleman. He is a man who sometimes even commands the Knights on his own.
To that sharp gaze directed, the anger Ecclair held was quenched in an instant. Calm returns to my head.
'... let's be good. Win, Eclair. Stupid thing. I'd avoid arguing with the famous Footprints for treasures I don't use, not even in time of war - but if I retreat directly here, it's - Gladys' name break. Though children, if the reputation of being barely pressured by hunters spreads, that's what you face your ancestors. '
The tone was a quiet one, but Eclair felt a strong pressure on that voice.
In the first place, the beginning of the matter lies with Eclair himself.
A man known as Arc's rival, whom I met after I dropped off Arc, and the treasure that the man is looking for, not to mention. When I found out, I was gathering that information and boarding the tavern.
Impulsive behavior without thinking is what this father hates the most.
To Ecclair, who tries to thank him, Sir Gladys frowns and says clearly:
'Don't get me wrong. I don't have the kind of money to waste in my house. Eclair, I'll just lend it to you. Sooner or later, I'll have it back. Eclair, even though you are a child, you draw Gladys' blood - action comes with responsibility. My first daughter. Did you raise her too much to run away? But this is also a good opportunity. "
"This is the order of the Gladys. You win at all costs, Ecclair. The Gladys don't need the weak. And know the consequences of your actions. Let Montaul cooperate fully. He's a thoughtful man."
The words had clearly impeached Eclair.
You have to win. It was Eclair's fault that he was insulted. And that fact must be snowflake at the hands of Eclair himself.
"Ma'am, I contacted the Vers Chamber of Commerce and promised to borrow funds for a time when I had to"
In the reception room of the Imperial Mansion, an elderly man approaches Eclair, sitting faceless.
A gentle voice in the sensible eye that is not afraid of ecclesiastic looking ecclesial either.
Montor. A man who is one arm of Count Gladys. He is a man who, in a different way than force, was contributing to the Count's family.
"... how much can I spend?
"Amongst the funds we have stockpiled at home, there are currently roughly an amount of money that the lady has no problem using - 500 million guitars. And the amount you can get a loan from the Vers Chamber of Commerce is even more - 500 million. It's not impossible to send it out any further, but it will be very difficult to return it."
"... and more... five hundred million...?
Eclair opens his eyes to Montor's words, which he has known since childhood.
The amount that that abominable woman was saying - is 200 million. If we can have two or five times as many, it seems like we can win without a problem. But in Montor's words, he has negotiated with the Chamber of Commerce and even promised a debt.
To Eclair's expression, Montor distorted his appearance that seemed mild.
"Ma'am, no one honestly tells their competitors to cap. Not to mention the opponent's" Thousands of Changes "- he's a man of intellect. Above all, from what I've investigated - the woman who came with" The Thousand Changes "- Citrine Smart has more than 200 million geels and so on available."
"What...!?
To incredible information, Eclair turned bright white in his head.
The opponent declared war on Eclair with dignity. I ran out of words that if I had more than 200 million, I would admit to losing.
Will there be others who lie to the nobles?
The serene appearance of the woman standing next to The Thousand Changes comes to mind.
Very incredible. No, I didn't want to believe it.
"That's... stupid... oh, my opponent said that with over 200 million gears - he would admit to losing! If we have 200 million, we should surrender..."
"My husband wants a definite victory for his daughter. You should be prepared. Unintentional strikes are fundamental even in the battlefield. In the first place, it's no exaggeration to say that advance intelligence warfare is the real deal at auctions."
Montor says pale to the depressing ecclesial.
A guaranteed victory. Stand by. Montor's words are good.
All I needed was to live up to my father's expectations.
Eclair was shaking without dropping his shoulders for a while, but he spoke out to squeeze them out.
".................. oh. Thanks, I guess. You should be prepared..."
This is just a prep. If you win with 200 million gears, that's fine. If you can't win with that, then all you have to do is smash it with all your might.
The auction is only a few moments away - the truth will soon come to light.
Montore looked calmly at Eclair holding his fist and dropping his gaze down to tell himself.