Sweet Reincarnation

A month after the pirate riots.

"Dry."

Kin, and it sounds tall. It's the sound of a silver cup bumping into each other. The contents are a secret liquor kept by the Bombino family.

In some of the halls, silver and wooden cups are raised in the same way. Naturally, these contents are also liquor.

Most importantly, two of the silver cups have faded considerably.

Anyway, these two are boys who have not yet been able to do their body, although they have only completed another ritual of holiness.

"Oh, that's delicious. Sir Mortairn."

"I agree. Is it the winning wine?"

The large hall of the Viscount Bombino family. The fold of the dinner party was also held here.

This room, which was maintained as the best possible spectacle of the falling Viscount family, is also now regaining its original brilliance.

New lighting, new decorations, new rugs, hand-in-hand dishes and all make you feel fresh and rich.

And most importantly, the faces in line are very bright.

Even when it fell, all the people of the house who had ties to the Sanbombino family gathered together.

There's one reason for that.

"I didn't expect to celebrate the victory this way... since my predecessors, so I thought maybe it was shabby since about before I was born. This, too, is all thanks to Sir Mortairn. I appreciate it."

"I ask you to thank everyone who has done all you can for your home. I'm not alone."

"Still, if Sir couldn't stay, he wouldn't have been in these places either. Please accept my thanks."

"I can't shy away from being told that much. Okay, I'll take it."

Once again, Pace receives the replacement. And again, the two cups made a beautiful noise.

The contents were almost the same wine as water, but this is delicious if you think of it as a flavored cold (hiya). At least, it suited Pace's mouth.

"Nevertheless, Viscount Rehazik's apoptosis, that was amazing. I didn't expect to fall that far in just one month."

He said, "You deserve it."

During the earlier pirate disturbances, the Viscount Bombino family took over the village of Montvier.

Besides that, the supplies stored were transported by Pais to Mortairn territory and the port town of the Bombino family within that day in the name of the recapture of the pirate seizures, but the subsequent apoptosis of Viscount Rehazik was so terrible that even Pais, who had set it up, had pity.

Originally, the village of Montvier housed collections of supplies from the Viscount of Bombino and from the Viscount of Rihadzik. It is not unnatural to carry all supplies in the streets from rehab territory without the sea.

In the alley, Aloc, Viscount Rehazik, who was quite a doer and rumor. He preferred to prepare everything around him, but he also had the character, and had already decided exactly where to sell and how to use the supplies he collected.

Among other things, it had already received an advance for livestock and crops, which it planned to send to more than one territory in the near future.

That's where the "damage caused by pirates” happened, so much so that we would blow a bubble and fall.

Even if we buy and collect livestock and crops in order to protect our credibility, because winter was the current season, we are preparing slaughtered animals and preserved food in every village for winter, and there is no decent residue. It seems that the few remaining items, such as livestock, are for breeding the following year, so they can be seen at their feet and blown tens to hundreds of times the constant market value.

There is no such thing as a house that doesn't prepare livestock for winter. More than that, none of them. If you're going to keep livestock, you can't be unprepared for winter, and houses that aren't prepared for winter for livestock don't have livestock in the first place.

The Mortairn family is the only good exception. Many livestock were still kept this season because of emerging houses where there is no custom of slaughtering livestock for winter. That was the case.

We sell here and elsewhere for two hundred times the price of one goat when we buy it, and we make a lot of money. I knew who had planned it, but Viscount Rihadzik bit his umbilical cord saying he couldn't replace his belly on his back.

Viscount Rehajic is also so bad with the star patrol because he still can't keep his contract and in the end his liquidated damages claim popped in.

As bills began to fly from everywhere, Viscount Rehajk was also crippled with boulders.

"That anger will be in history."

"Right. So, under His Excellency Bombino, was there a sister from Ratesh who had just gone to the army to yell"

"That, too, was Sir Mortairn's take-up. I was ready in advance, and I got in touch with you quickly. Thank you."

"Of what. If it's about a message, it's about part-time, it's not a big deal. And the Ratesh family did it to protect the interests of their home."

Angry emotions were also revealed, Viscount Rehazik, who had raised his army only by last resort, but in the end this stops.

Originally, it was the Viscount Bombino family that had the great name, reason, merit and official documents, so Uncle Ratesh, who was behind them, of course, all the neighboring territories took sides with Viscount Bombino.

In the first place, there is no such thing as a southern nobleman who can blade toward the face and toward Uncle Ratesh, who is also the back shield of the Bombino family.

The House of Viscounts of Rehazik vs. the conflict that has taken the form of the Great Union of Southern Territories. The result is, naturally, the disastrous defeat of the Rehazik family. The man, who suffered an unbroken defeat without half a day, became the feather of being deprived even of his fame as a knight.

As a result, many houses asked me to compensate for all the money I had accumulated so far, and now I'm in debt.

The logic of a weak and forceful diet that gathers all the time here in the fallout is also a sad manipulation of the aristocratic society. Sadness that he will continue to be ed by other territories while still struggling to maintain only the territorial capital.

Now rehab territory is a hunting ground for bald takas and hyenas.

Against the Viscount Bombino family took a leap, becoming a man of time.

A little too many “pirate loot" to be mountainized with the Mortairn family, with which all the accumulated debts are paid off. Not only was I able to thank the house for my support so far.

Moreover, compensation was paid afterwards, so the apocalypse has restored prosperity as if it were a lie.

Besides, it has both South Street (Southey Rhodia), which can be considered a golden tree. Synergies in conjunction with existing infrastructure are immeasurable, as they take the form of a whole swallow of gold veins that have supported the Viscount Rehazik family.

There is no doubt about future developments, and so many nobles began to visit under Viscount Bombino.

Viscount Uranta of Bombino is now seen as the most promising stock of its age.

It is only for the record that there is a silver-haired boy who laughs when a vault is created instead of just the right one.

And today.

Because His Majesty the King had also taught us to work on the pirate crusade, and we celebrated the end of the disturbances and had a dinner party.

Needless to say, it was Pastry that Viscount Bombino invited him first, no matter what.

"I think we're going to have a long relationship. I would like to ask Lord Mortairn to teach me many things in the future."

"This is the one experience I have had that I have learned a lot from and have had a difficult time with. I also got some delicious fish."

"It's cheap for you to that extent. I'm ashamed it's trivial compared to what I've been given."

The kind of seafood the pastries brought home, along with massive supplies, after the pirate uproar. There is no way in the kingdom of God that we will not gather our ears and eyes in Mortarn territory because we are returning with a lot of fish that are considered luxury fish, freshly picked.

The stories of people who had eaten souvenirs before spread, and rumors were calling for rumors, so people who wanted to eat very badly gathered from all over the main village.

If you can't cook at once by yourself very pais, you decide to use most of the fish as a preserved meal and as a cookout for labor services during the winter.

Labor service is supposed to be part of a tax that originally means labor force contributions to lords, but it kills me to recruit for the cooking eaten by Pace.

It is also a joke that there has been a strange sight of people competing to pay taxes.

"Well, enjoy your meal."

Viscount Bombino, the organiser of the meeting, is busy.

The chat with Pais is there, too, and I go talk to another human being again.

Speaking of Pais, who was left alone, this one was also going around saying hello to various people.

I deal with the shady protagonists of this uproar in a way that does not place the face gathered nor below, because it is a secret that everyone knows.

Such a pais called out to one woman. Only around the woman is like a pompous open crater. Convenient for Pais in that it was easy to find because people were so obviously apart that it seemed so.

"Mr. Nilda, how's your meal here?

Nilda the Sea Serpent. During the pirate crusade, he fought as Pais' staff officer, head of the water dragon's fangs.

I wore a red dress that looked brand new no matter how I saw it, and Pais called me out where I was eating the dishes prepared by the Viscounts.

A party dress for women also has some skin exposure, but the dress doesn't look good because it exposes muscles that are more successful than any woman in this venue and burnt skin every day.

This outfit, the mouthless people of the water dragon's fangs, etc. may as well be dressed as men, and Nilda sanctioned them with iron fists. The payment, by the way, has the Bombino family for what it means to be rewarded. It is abruptly distorted, and therefore the feeling of brand new remains everywhere.

Due to the position that he was Pais's squire and the unusual position of being a meritorious man in his naval staff, he was exceptionally allowed to participate in dinner parties. It is a great measure of Uranta.

"That's delicious. I'm not gonna eat this good food again, so I'm not gonna eat it anymore."

"Really? But it might never happen again, right?

"Oh? What do you mean,"

"If you want, you may have a chance to eat these dishes in the future."

"Mortairn boy, you're a learned and retarded person. Tell me exactly what you want to say."

"Then I'll ask you straight in. Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to recommend that the Bombino family hold the Fang of the Water Dragon as a squire. Don't you think so?

"Huh?!

Nilda nearly took off a plate with a pile of sautéed white fish.

Because they said something completely unexpected.

Indeed, the story of ordinary people handled on the battlefield and drawn to the attention of nobles as squire is a common success story. Nilda and I have heard so much about the hand that it rots from a young age.

But I was a lower class of people, and I never thought it would happen to a woman's self, etc.

That was why I was surprised.

"In the future, the Bombino family will need manpower. The most needed and hardest to employ of all, people who know the ocean. Yes, people like you. If I strongly recommend it, I will definitely be hired first, because I am sure it is necessary. What do you say, don't you want me to give back to the people around you who've been scorning me here?

"... I have trouble suddenly being told. I want to talk to my people. Some of them don't like nobles."

"If you are willing to do so, give this to Viscount Bombino himself. This is my autographed letter of recommendation and my feelings in this crusade. I was hoping that you would continue to serve us, but there is no sea in Mortairn territory, so it would be a waste of your abilities. Then it makes a lot more sense in the sense of connecting connections than serving a house where we are selling favors. Think positively."

"Oh."

Nilda stayed put, stirring up booze.

Somehow, my head doesn't go with the dramatic change in my situation. That's why I wanted to drink for now and not think about it just today. It's supposed to be a pretty strong booze, but I'm not going to get drunk around today.

Pais left the field to see how a woman could do better than a lousy man.

It would be more convenient for him to have a powerful handkerchief in a friendly position. If, in the future, we need maritime power, we can pass through quite a bit of impotence.

And most importantly, the Bombino family will feed the usable people, the water dragon fangs, so it won't even cost to maintain them.

Pais decided that it would be more beneficial to let the Bombino family carry them than to carry them ourselves.

Apparently Pais hit another hand, what only hit him.

Naturally, there were some eye-catching things that I noticed.

It is also a strange edge to have been a woman. Maybe Pais has something like a woman in distress.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen"

"This is Lord Ratesh. Thank you very much for your help."

"It's okay. We had quite a few extra locks, and we could crush some depressing rehab families. I want to be held and held."

"I know you're right. Have, have, coexist and prosper is the ideal."

Though the House of Ratesh is under southern rule, there are several houses that disagree with something.

There was often a disagreement between the highly upward-oriented Rehazik and the stability-oriented Ratesh families. With that in mind, just legally crushing one political opponent was something of real significance to the Ratesh family.

merciless judgment and action. Dada doesn't call me Girl.

"If there's another delicious story, I'd love to have one bite like this one. It's me and you, and you don't have to be shy?

"Ha, I will continue to take care of you, my lord. But are you sure? Some people try to pull their legs with all sorts of rumors, even if they're not very close to other men?

"Oh ho, that's okay. We talk a lot between me and Serjan, and so far there are no misunderstandings or differences. Maybe they'll burn you if you're a jerk."

"Looks like we're close, and I'm happy to be the one who introduced us"

Uncle Ratesh affirms the relationship with confidence. I wonder how well you and Serjan are getting along.

Even as a man with two friends, that is a desirable result.

Pace responded with a smile all the time saying he was smiling at Uncle Ratesh, who eats sautéed white fish with plenty of citrus juice squeezed in.

Actually, the problem, if Serjan and Uncle Ratesh get along well, even if it's a paice with it, it foils.

The two collude in a glowing way.

"Oh yeah, another time, we're throwing a little party, too. Don't worry about it."

"If it's convenient, I'd be happy to ask."

The two busy men smiled until the end of their time off the scene.

After that, Pais can still speak from here and there.

Among them, the sale of lowly aristocrats was amazing. Uranta, the Viscount of Bombino, the host and lead actor of this dinner party, cannot be heard from himself by a lowly nobleman because of the titles.

Otherwise, there were many people who spoke up to Pais or asked him to take it up or introduce it.

I don't know what else to do to make it easier.

The dinner party was over, there was social tiredness, and the greeting was there and Pais returned to Mortairn territory.

If he comes back to the house, his fiancée's smile will labor the labor.

"Welcome home."

But things were different that day than usual. Girls are better, not. The boy is better.

Liquorice, who welcomes him, asks as she leans her neck, that her fiancée had some rushed atmosphere.

"Mr. Pais, what's wrong?

"Does Rico now have something called courtesy clothes that fit his size and season? It's not a simple ceremony, it's an official ceremonial costume."

"Huh? I don't have it..."

"Then please arrange for it to be tailored immediately. I will contact your father. [M] Oh, and my dress needs to be tailored in a hurry..."

Liquorice was puzzled over Pais returning the question with a question.

"What the hell happened?

"... Uncle Ratesh's wedding has come up with the possibility of being significantly brought forward"

Later, when Pace's prophecy was centered.

It was a great disturbance in the kingdom of God.