Sweet Reincarnation

Dang, and with the loud noise, the wrapped men are thrown into the room.

"What the hell does this mean?"

"This is the one who wants to know what it means."

Late night Nottengeyer Chamber of Commerce.

Everyone was supposed to have a forcefully broken guest at a time when he should all be in his dreams.

No, not to say customers. Noisy.

People who make their swords brilliant instead of wallets and bring wrapped people instead of merchandise will not be called guests.

One boy. Behind it all, four men were sloppily lining up to intimidate branch manager Yatchmonk.

"These are the people who have pushed me into my room. I asked about the situation a little roughly, but I confessed that I was a man of this Chamber of Commerce. I also pick the back. This is about me. It is an unforgivable outrage on Pastry-Mil-Morthern, as well as a criminal act against my Mortern family. Our family is a pride and pride in bestowing a quasi baron over His Majesty the King, and pulling a bow on our family without any great cause is considered an act of treason against His Majesty. Therefore, in the name of Mortairn, we will receive all of this Chamber of Commerce branch."

"Become!!

"We will now restrain you and conduct a thorough search within this Chamber of Commerce branch. I do not recognise the right to a defence. Everybody, do it."

First decree of Pais.

Four people move out: Shiites, Douglad, Nicolo and Tobiam. Those whom Shiites had handily tied up the branch manager and lived in as employees of the store gathered in one place while Douglad and Tobaiam were sequentially detained.

With this in mind, Pais fished with Nicolo for the eye-catching planks and parchment to check the contents.

"Do you think such outrages, will be forgiven!!

"You say strange things. The people who pushed me with their swords where I was sleeping confessed to being your courtesy. By the way, the innkeepers are officially testifying in front of someone I know, so the evidence is secure. It would be a natural response to forgiveness or nothing."

"Stupid. We are not letting the Mortairns attack us!!

"It was supposed to be a Nata Chamber of Commerce person who made you attack, wasn't it?

To Pais's word, the branch manager is visibly wolfish.

"Why did you do that?!

"When greedy, people's eyes are really cloudy. Don't you recognize me in my face?

"Huh? Ah, Rice!!

The sleeping head at midnight can be suddenly flattened.

The Branch Manager was stunned to find out now that it was the face he saw during the day.

"Hairstyles and hair colors alone are a lot different from people's impressions. It's easy for me to [transcribe] my hair color. If you did a little research on my presence in the Mortairn family, you'd soon find out, and you're likely to notice that there's a back end to the story that's too delicious..."

"Normally, I don't think noble children would bother to get on board with other territories, and I don't think my hair color would suddenly change gallantly yesterday, and I don't think nobility would stay in a lodging even though I don't have an escort busy."

"Does that mean my flexible ideas were good?

Let's talk about Boy being insane. Come on.

Shiites, who finished tying up the branch manager, turns to the help of Pais.

"Shit, I want you to do this and don't think it's just gonna work. We are those under the refuge of His Highness the Viscount of Rehazik, under the permission of Uncle Ratesh."

"Are you threatening to fight the worst Viscount Rehazik? Fine, I'll take it and stand... I see, because that rehab Viscount fell and fell, were you exploring your own financing? You've got less than a third of the profits in the past. Well, this is a list of houses where we handed out armor candy. So you thought our gold pulse was sugar-related and you were going to take the whole thing. It's a big chamber of commerce, even if it rots, even though my ears are getting worse. Not a bad place to look, that sugar and candy would make money. It was intentionally aimed at us, a return of interest. Is that a rebellion?"

"Boy, where did you find that?

"I hid it. The little villain in this hand has no guts, so he can't keep evidence of his evil out of his sight. And you should be able to dispose of it as soon as something happens, and if you observe the Branch Manager's gaze, you'll quickly know where you don't want him to look"

What Pace had in his hands were letters and back books. A bunch of evidence. He pulled a part under the floor and came out of it crunchy.

There are also hundreds of gold coins as hidden property, naturally confiscating them all.

"Well, the problem is going to be..."

After finishing the forensic investigation, Pais shrugged.

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"My lord, I need to hear from you ASAP. Wake up!!

One woman wakes up to the sound of Don and his bedroom door knocking.

Then soon, the man who slept nearby, apart from the bed, woke up too.

"Hmm? What's up?"

"You can go to sleep. Because it's my job."

That being said, the woman responds to the noise of the door by weaving her thick jacket over her thin sleeping clothes. The man also wakes up when he tells me to sleep.

"Coreton, shut up. Absolutely, but it's a weight, sleep-deprived body. I am. I want you to work a little bit."

"I can't say that either, my lord. In the territory, nobles from other houses were attacked"

"Whatever!!

To the report, woman. Ratesh Uncle Briosh is astonished.

Serjan, who slept in the next bed, also jumps up, not in order to work with her mother.

Get him out of the room by the bedroom as soon as you can, head to the office, and hear the report.

"Coreton, tell me more."

"Ha. Unknown last night, a thug broke into an accommodation outside the West End. He said he attacked the noblemen who were inside him and his servants."

"Outside the West Side... it's not a favela. Was he attacked and killed?

"No. Fortunately, it was seized by the parties inside." The number of perpetrators is several, and there are no dead victims or perpetrators. "

"Yes... salvation wasn't the worst case."

The worst case scenario is when a nobleman from another house is killed inside his own territory and subjected to various reprisals on that grounds.

As Uncle Ratesh, he is a human being who has lived in the ranks of manipulators. Sometimes you can plot an assassination of a hostile human being by making him look like he was attacked by a thug. As much as possible, it was also possible to turn a suspicious eye to the fact that this case must have been.

You will have to plead not guilty more than it is a misunderstanding, but it will only appear dishonest from the victim's side, and if emotionally brought about, it is a straight line to military clashes.

Even if it just didn't, I'm relieved first.

"Where were you attacked?

"It's in the Mortairn family."

"That boy... you did it in our garden. I wish I was caged in the territory for a little while."

"We gave you permission to enter and stay, so there are no procedural defects (marks) in his boy?

"That's why it's depressing."

If a person from another house comes, a person who has not applied for prior permission is an illegal immigrant.

Naturally, applications have been made for permission to cross and stay from Pais, and it was the Count himself who gave the permission. I just remember signing, and it doesn't end well.

If there's nothing wrong with the attacked side, it's natural for it to be worse to attack. Regarding the attacked side, too, it would be troublesome if they told me that responsibility for the disturbance of security lay with Uncle Ratesh.

"Who attacked you?

"They say it's the Nottengeyer Chamber of Commerce. The identity of the person who was the Lord this morning and the deed of impartiality summarizing the testimony were deposited. We are in the process of corroborating the contents, but I was wondering if the facts of the assault by the perpetrator were definite at the moment"

To the fact of the shock, Uncle Ratesh has a crease between his brows. It's the same thing as Serjan, who was beside him.

"A civilian attacked a nobleman? Is that in our territory, too? Isn't that a big problem?"

"That's right. Otherwise they won't wake you up in the dark in the morning."

"When it comes to the Nottengeyer Chamber of Commerce, the Great Chamber of Commerce. I don't think they would commit such a visible crime..."

"There should have been a rapid fall here these days as the rear shield Viscount Rehazik fell. I'm pretty sure the accuracy of the information network was extremely cloudy. How big a profit caught you in a beating, or you wanted to hide more scandal than a raid on nobility..."

"Didn't you attack him without knowing he was noble? The place is a ghetto, isn't it?

"Well, that's certainly possible."

You're a pain in the ass.

"Whatever it is, you should make it clear why you attacked me. If you attacked with greed, it could be a single crime, but if you were trying to hide evil, it would be a potato ceremony."

Couples express their opinions with each other.

It is rumored that with the activities that have become active here recently, this has led Uncle Ratesh himself to take corners and give rounded instructions.

"It was also in the evidentiary material given to us by the Mortairn family. Unpacking in the harbor, buying and selling goods, bribes, tax evasion, etc. by deceiving the name of the Mortairn family… it seems to be the first thing to be wrong if you were afraid of discovery"

"That's all the evidence you've ever had."

"They countered immediately after the raid. In doing so, he captured the person responsible and searched the Chamber of Commerce building to secure the evidence."

"... you're too handy"

When you're heading out to the territory of another house, you're attacked by a thug. Normally, they wander off. Even if they don't, they must first check their affiliation or, if they were employed, find out who hired them.

Confirmation alone takes time, and if you listen, it's impossible to do it late at night.

Attacked at night, secured to evidence during the night, and resolved refreshingly in the morning. I was too handy no matter what I thought.

No matter how good the mortarns were, they were clearly unnatural.

"You think it was a plot by the Mortairns?

"That's likely. I'm pretty sure."

"On what grounds?

"That boy came out with a scarecrow, and he was accidentally attacked, there's no way. Well, will the Chamber of Commerce, which was detrimental to the Mortairn family, give me a chance to purposefully exhaust it? A pile of evidence if you look it up? What kind of coincidence would make things so convenient?"

"Have you been moving in our territory for the Nottengeyer Chamber of Commerce since the beginning? Were you getting any information in advance?

"Yeah. We'll deny it, but I'm sure of it first. The cunning that moves in the back... it doesn't seem like a conspiracy by the Associate Baron himself"

A pile of evidence is zaczak if we are conveniently attacked by humans who will be detrimental to us and try to return it.

Whoever sees it, what only smells like conspiracy. So much so that I want to say if you're willing to hide it.

No, probably not. If we get our hands on ourselves, we should be seen as combining a demonstration of matching the same eyes.

Yes, the two nobles conclude.

"Just hang in there. Does that mean there could be a Mortairn handler in our bellies?"

"I guess so. It would be easy to insult the information network of the House of Associate Barons. But he's the hero of the war and the silver-haired kid. If you keep your mouth shut and watch, you might get caught up in the middle of something... we need to take care of it."

"How about rigorously checking in and out of Mortairn-related in the future on the grounds of this trouble? I can't afford the same kind of trouble over and over again, and this will be just the right big name."

Serjan's proposal was a military-like opinion.

When there is a visible threat. Eliminate it by direct means. Simple and lucid.

If the Mortairns make suspicious moves, if you tighten up all the humans involved in the Mortairns, they will certainly solve it.

However, problems also arise.

"No, you can't."

"Why? If you're in trouble, the surest solution is not to include anything suspicious."

"One is the issue against the royal family. Now, Secretary of the Interior, the construction of a hectic national highway is going on? If you come in there and tighten up the people involved in the Mortern family, it would be a direct violation of the policies of the royal family and the Secretary of the Interior from elsewhere."

"I see."

The streets currently under construction are constructed at State expense. The aim is to revitalize the logistics of the southern part of the Kingdom of God and to ripple the dynamism of the region currently rising on the right shoulder into other regions as well. It is a so-called national policy.

Do an imitation that would get in the way of this. From a human being who doesn't know the circumstances, it makes it look like Uncle Ratesh is openly disputing national policy.

Riding the thoughts of the Mortairn family is a shame, but it cannot be denied.

"Then why not, as the doubtful also miss it for now, definitely eliminate the mortarns and the humans who know?

"I can't do that either."

"Why?"

"What I'm under contract for. For candy related matters, the distribution shall be as convenient as possible. There is nothing wrong with the Mortairn family in this case. Nonetheless, if we defy the contract, the spearhead of that criticism will come to us."

"... hand-wound. Were you even reading about that?

"I was reading the development, I don't want to think so. I want it to be a coincidence."

A new tea tasting was held last year, and a contract has been signed between the Mortairn and Ratesh families. Agreement to facilitate the distribution of candy products containing armor candy.

Anyway, if the Mortairns broke the contract, it's obviously unreasonable to break this contract for something completely different. It would be seen as Ichamon.

If it comes from the circumstances of the Ratesh family, who do not want to turn the Mortairn family against their enemies, it is not something they can do.

That is why we were able to carry out an obvious demonstration in this raid.

"It's troublesome to be liked."

"Oh. Same again next time, I'll have trouble getting noise in the realm"

"... you need to stab the nail, right?

"If you think about the future"

Coreton, who was still listening to the lords and their wives beside him, perceives with a gaze at himself pointed at him.

"How about inviting the Mortairns to celebrate your fertility?"

The chief squire's suggestion did not even seem particularly problematic, nor was it sufficient to justify inviting the "intimate ones“.

"So let's go. I'll take care of it."

"I'm in awe"

Raised even in the dark in the morning, Uncle Ratesh leaves Serjan to return to his bedroom.

I went back to bed in the dark and whined.

"Not at all. Pregnant women are hard."

Her stomach was already big enough for everyone to see.