Sweet Reincarnation

"What can I do... what can I do? Trouble. Oh, my God."

Baron Duban Owen was troubled.

I was worried so much that perhaps it was since the time I decided on my son's name that I was worried so much.

I can't think of an idea to worry about. I know how bad I can be, but I still worry about it. I get upset. groan. And distress.

"Father..."

"What can I do!! No way, I can't believe the Mortairns would mention that!!

Owen's troubles are about an engagement declared void by the Mortairn family.

I was worried about a situation in which I thought I was certain that I had turned my roots upside down.

"I didn't know my father was distracted from writing important matters in his diary... do you think you could imagine that?

"I don't think so, but there's no way I'm going to set up with the Mortairns like this."

"Naturally. My father said it in his lifetime. Don't insult the Mortairns. He said he was one of the few comrades enough to get his back protected. As a knight, you can't set up with my father's benefactor."

Josephine of the Mortairn family. I've been blowing her engagement all over the place because I thought the Mortairns were aware of it, too. I have insisted on the heavy towns of the faction, as prescribed.

Admitting that was now a mistake would be a serious lapse as a nobleman.

or so, it is also unsavory to push and quarrel with the Mortairn family. There's no way you can hit and win a casserole that can be considered a master of irregular warfare and a head-on. In the first place, there is also a great deal of inconvenience in spreading the story on its own from before even taking confirmation from the other side.

I can't pull, I can't move on. I don't know what to do.

It's at this time that I think I want an excellent staff in wisdom, but the Baron family has a thin layer of people who specialize in that hand.

"Trouble......"

Since the fall of Viscount Rehajk, I also want to resent the fact that my house has continued to be a disaster.

I even want to curse God for what the hell I did.

"Sir."

That's why I don't even notice my subordinates calling.

Yeah, roaring, I wander around the room and indulge in wasted thoughts. He wandered around to the left to the right, just like he deserved to go to the right and left.

"Sir!!

"Whoa, what?!

"We have customers coming. I am serving tea in the reception room because I am a customer who looks about ten years old."

"Holy shit!! I'll be right there."

After hearing reports from his men, Owen quickly heads to the reception room without asking for details.

I only know about the pastries I met earlier, such as a 10-year-old who comes to my house, which is rarer than my former visitors. No, you must be.

Make it good news, make it bad news, make it wait and you'll be in a bad mood. Just hurry with feelings similar to hurry.

Before entering the reception room, check your preferences for once, take a breath and enter the room.

"Thank you for waiting."

When I go into the reception room, I call out, but what got into Owen's eyes is dark green hair. Unexpectedly, I was not worthy of being old enough to be scared properly.

I do look about ten years old, as my men said, but I find myself the first person to see it. Furthermore, a middle-aged man stood behind the boy.

Not the person I imagined.

I've been opening my mouth for a while, but still my sense of responsibility as a baroness owner pushes my back.

If he sat in front of a strange boy, he greeted him with a respectful attitude.

"Be the first to see you, Sir Davan."

"This is politely, Antonius-Rihazic-Mil-Davan. And you..."

In the words of Baron Daban, a boy with one grin.

"My name is Ulanta-Mil-Bombino. I am keeping Viscount Bombino's territory from His Majesty. If you are, please know me later."

The conspiracy by the boys has been set in motion.

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In Mortairn Kochen, one boy worked.

With a pristine face of blue and silver hair, she squeezes her mouth tight and herself takes the lead and sweats.

What we're doing now is prototyping sugar.

The next stage in the journey to remove impurities, contained in the juice squeezed from the corn. Moisture removal process. The task of removing crystallized sugar and discarding moisture from the juice, which contains sugar called juice.

Because the juice really needs to be heated for this, some of the barns in the workplace were in a very hot cage.

If you are there, sweat will come out to you no matter how long you say spring ahead.

A very blurry smiling pastry, dripping every drop out of his jaw. An artist who expresses pleasure in his body.

There was a man who spoke to him like that.

"Boy, I need to ask you something, okay?

"Oh Shiitz. It's unusual to show your face here rather than brewing"

It was the Mortairn family squire Shiites who spoke up.

Even from the fact that there was a slight mustache around the jaw, I could hear it laying on my liking due to my busyness.

When it's out-of-heart that you were told as if you were a drunken soldier, you approach the pastry with a shrugging shoulder.

"I have a position on this, too."

"When Shiites comes all the way here, you mean your sister, right?

"Good guess and helpful. Come on. So, son, what happened to your daughter Jose?

"As I reported to my father."

With Shiites approaching, Pace stops making sugar once and for all. Wipe sweat with a beautiful towel.

"So you're sure it's from over there?

"Yeah. Safe, you told me it was invalid from the other side. Were you also dissatisfied with something?

Because of the engagement disturbance with the Baron Davan family in question first.

Pastry's activities, which moved with permission not to mention the total strength of the Mortairn family, turned out best: notification of the annulment of the engagement from the other party.

Casserole herself didn't expect to go this light, and Shiites came to listen because she leaned her neck.

"It's the best result, so you're not dissatisfied there. But the question is, come on."

"Doubt, hey"

"I'll be frank with you. What did you do?

"What you did is a terrible rhetoric. I did my best."

Shiites had a hunch. No, it should be called certainty.

Receiving a parent book from Baron Davan, his engagement to Josephine fitted in with the result that he would confirm that they were invalid from each other. Behind there, there's always something. Whatever, it was Pais who was moving.

The casserole and the like, if the results were good, would have been fine, but as for the worrying squire chief, I wanted to make sure I got to the back.

No, as a position to assist, I have to make sure.

"So? First I ask, why did Baron Davan withdraw his foreword? There's a mentz over there, and most importantly, if you pull back for free, you'll just lose the whole thing."

"Because I gave you a great profit, subject to confirmation of the annulment of Sister Jose's engagement"

"Big profit?

"Yep. Bulk purchase of wine, by the Viscount Bombino family. It is also a quota system regardless of the inability to do so. It's a blessing above all to the Baron family who wanted stability in their management."

Sudden scale size. Target the White Horse Knight, the savior, against the needy Baron family.

I should have been surprised, but the squire of the Mortairn family is not surprised by the boulders. If that's what you're going to do, you just need to sigh.

"Well... the Bombino family drank that story a lot. Does the Viscount Bombino have a profit? Jose, if you're ashamed of your love for your daughter as a shield, you'll owe it to the Viscount, won't you?

"It's a deal that benefits Lord Uranta, too. If you buy for a long period of time at a flat rate, you can averaged good times and bad times. Wines of the year are worth more over time, so you can expect revenue as an investment."

Averaging the wine's incapacity will require a long period of continuous buying and a lot of money to support it. That's enough money to carry the whole Baron family in.

At least, this is not possible in the Mortairn family. All we can do is say that the Kingdom of God is wide open, and none of us are less than ten fingers.

A financial or internal affidavit with royal financial rights, or a military affidavit with military rights. Or Fourth Uncle.

Otherwise, the Viscount Bombino family that led to huge rights on the southern streets.

Big money can just rock society. It takes talent to discriminate.

The possibility of sparing the great gold pulse suddenly obtained by the Viscount Bombino family was also rumored in the Societies, and an excellent and reliable investment is needed to make effective use of it. If you're just saving money to die, it's just as if you don't have any great rights.

Invest in the military for hegemony, invest in internal affairs to extremes the riches, or invest in diplomacy to buy status.

The use was rumored to be varied.

But where you are, you always make enemies.

If there is more military power, it will be feared; if there is more richness, there will be more bugs, and if there is more people, there will be more fences.

But wine investment is a different story. Extremely good as a stable long-term investment. Anyone who can will want to invest.

Except that even the lowest units of investment can't be handled by those nobles there.

The Viscount Bombino family is in full swing if they gain the means to take advantage of the gold pulse without making enemies. Nearly confirmed the great leap forward twenty years after the fruitful decade of investment.

"... I never thought I'd have that kind of hand."

"I have priority negotiating rights to the Viscount Bombino family at the corner, so I need to use them effectively. My father told me to do whatever I had to do."

Heavy Shiites have no choice but to hold his temples against the next lord who hastily softened diplomacy involving other houses.

"But that's all it took, and it's your daughter's bachelorette that we got. Oh, you're gonna miss it. It's better not to lose money."

"Shiites, why do you think I moved so conspicuously?

"... is there anything else?

What I'm hearing right now is hard enough, but I'm surprised it's still there.

"Douglad and Nicolo moved while they were drawing the Baron's eyes to me. If it works out, you think it'll sprout in a few months, right?

"Sprout?"

"Yes, I did them to the winemaking workshop and spreading rumors to the artisan apprentices"

"What kind of rumor is that?

"At home, we hire people who have a taste in liquor brewing with broken treatment. In fact, I'm still an amateur at making sugar, so I really wanted someone with expertise. If you are a famous baroness craftsman in winemaking, you will find it difficult to train your apprenticeship. I've been sprinkling gold, including travel expenses, so it should work."

"Did you sprinkle the gold?!

"I was told not to ask about the means. According to this, I was ready to work through all the winemakers over there. Let's give it a break with the apprenticeship because it's over for a moment."

He said it was mild to Pais, but Shiites doesn't even sigh anymore.

I would like to say where it is convenient to pull out all the craftsmen in the core industry, but Shiites is a struggling man with an adult attitude.

"How many pieces did you sprinkle?

"About five hundred pieces in silver coins have been scattered economically well. If you think you can buy craftsman knowledge, it would be a cheap purchase."

Approximately one silver coin equals the farmer's cost of living in January. Five hundred sheets is a lot of money to the extent that escorts are also needed to carry them. At least, it's not cheap enough to pom at the thought of a child.

"I don't know how the kid feels about money. Why do we need to hire craftsmen?

"The difficulty with brewing is temperature control and improving the environment. Things may be grape juice, but they may be corn juice, but they don't change their nature, but you can't just buy experience. Big name in the corner. It's foolish to waste money on shopping you can't usually buy."

"Heck, I'm an idiot anyway."

Shiites raised his hands only to surrender this time.

Because you see fools when you go out with them properly, outside the standards of the next lord.

"So, Jose, this is your daughter."

"Do you still have something?

It was Pais's turn to wonder next.

Josephine's engagement disturbance came with a paragraph, and he thinks he's done enough to explain it, so he leans back and asks if there's anything left.

"No. I was happy to prepare tea in the morning. This is how the boy makes sugar in the morning, and Master Liquorice and his wife will be running another errand. I wondered who you were going to have a tea party with. Don't you have any idea?"

"... ahhh!!

"Something about that strange voice. No way, kid."

"... my promise to my sister, I totally forgot!!

Pace that solidifies to make noise with piscilli.

Sugar making was a difficult future.