Sweet Reincarnation

Run calmly and depositionally.

It seemed contradictory, but all I could say was that the status quo was exactly so.

Something. It's about Pais.

"So this is an opportunity. Now that they're reaching out all the way, it's a great opportunity to challenge the new sweets. The time is now, exactly now!!

An exaggerated gesture, his son eagerly appeals to his father.

Only the enthusiasm is well conveyed to the father, but not at all about what is at stake.

"Easy, Pais."

"I'm calm. You must be very calm. It's normal driving, no matter where you look from. So it's a new one!!

The father sighed that there was nothing he could do about this, in view of his son's situation.

"Let's follow the order. First, you saw my letter, didn't you?

I'm sure I'm watching. Whatever, because as soon as Casserole used magic to send a letter, Pace jumped in.

Still, I needed to make sure it was a conversation.

"Yes, Viscount Vetzen has asked me to tell you how to make the Russet of Draje that I gave to the Ratesh family."

To his father's inquiry, Pais is finally decent (?) Reply.

"Correctly it comes from the Viscount's son, but the Viscount leaves practice to his son, so I'm pretty sure the substance is a request from the Viscount family. So, do you even know what I think of the Viscount's request?

"... There's just something about snorting, but if you make it an enemy, you get a May fly. To the extent that you can't lick it if you can, it is desirable to smile and smile even as you slap the hand you have reached for behaving badly."

"You seem to understand."

Casserole nodded satisfactorily.

On the side, my son, like a horse who gets his tail haired out and rammed, is satisfied that the situation is being properly argued.

"I know about that. So it's a new one. Didn't you just say that!!

But that satisfaction won't last long either.

"I don't know where it is. How do I connect with what I just said?"

"May I, Father? The opponent is looking to replace the faction, in the mood of the next generation of faction leaders and their successors, and with that they are trying to increase their voice and authority. If you want to help yourself, you can take this into account."

"Uhm."

Oh, boy, the face of Pais like that. The complexion of the father who sees it is only bittersweet.

Pais' face. Casserole also thinks it would be the other way around because this is the kind of face I would tell another ill-defined child. Of course, I know that my son is not the only one, so I keep talking to him.

"What the other side wants is only what pleases the giver. Unusual or delicious is a means and not an end for them"

"Hmm, you're absolutely right"

"I mean, what they call 'bean treats' doesn't necessarily have to be dragees either. No, I'd rather be happy to take more deserving treats. Clearly say no to what the other person has also demanded of his thick face, and flicker on top of it another thing the other person wants. This is the best solution. That's why it wouldn't be useful as a diplomatic card to have new sweets that the other person might want prior to negotiating with them"

Calmly listening to Pace's opinion, Casserole was somewhat convinced.

"I see. I get the point. Instead of accepting the other party's demands as promises, once you say no, you sell in something even better and bring it into a conditional struggle. Let's admit you have a point in what you want to do. But I don't think there's any need for what you sell to them to be confectionery. It would be nice if it were something else unusual or delicious. You must be the one who said that. Isn't that a contradiction there?

In addition to confectionery, there is alcohol in the Mortairn family. That's what casserole smells like in the dark. It is rare enough to be a mortarn liquor. Whatever it is, it hasn't come out yet. Recently, with artisan habits, it was reported that improvements in taste were also progressing. There's nothing wrong with a small amount of gifts.

They came in contact on purpose. It is a feeling shared by both parents and children that they want to use it as a chance to gain some benefit rather than pay off it as depressing.

Then it's inside the casserole that it seems like it would be good to just open the now hand-held down bill, regardless of the "I don't even know if I can" treat. In this regard, there is a temperature difference with the paice that I am convinced a new work can be done. In this case, it is the casserole that is common sense.

"In just something rare, our interests are over in kind. It will be possible to scratch a lot of money temporarily depending on the negotiation, but then it is too tasteless."

"If it's sweet, you say it tastes good?

"Naturally. This time the Viscount has piled up money and flickered his power to come into contact with our house, if there was anything called Draje. If Sweet culture spreads at this rate, our home with the sugar industry will make money from poppy on wet hands. They say the corner opponent promotes our treats. If you can use it to sell new products, use it."

If sweets become common, the distribution network of confectionery ingredients can naturally be created. That way we get one step closer to Pace's ultimate goal, his dream as well. Confectionery country, you'll see the best sweets ever made.

Pais tries to persuade his father, not even to give it a bite of the truth, for example.

This boy had the prospect that if the Viscount were to use Mortairn sweets as a gift, he would invest in propaganda.

Generally speaking, a gift tends to be an appeal match. How much did it cost to get it? How much trouble did you take to get it? How rare and worthwhile it is. In order to attract attention, it is decided to blow with exaggerated momentum.

His Majesty the King admires. The Ratesh family took off their hats. In addition to this, the first time in the world, the Viscount must boast of their contents with his nostrils. However, with the exception of the Mortairn family, which is the head office.

They advertise the brand on their own. It's weirder not to use it, says Pace.

"... well, it would make sense later to try new and done productions, even if they failed. I'll leave you to it."

"Thank you"

"But it's five days if we can pull it off. If you can't deliver results within that time, I'll have another alternative, not what you call a new treat. That's good."

"Yes."

Neither Casserole nor I am blind while trusting my son. In preparation for my son's failure, I thought I'd have my insurance hands ready.

Fortunately, we have obtained a variety of rare handouts in Wangdu, and the idea is to purchase something rare with something that won't rot. The idea is that even if it didn't turn up this time, it could be used for something another time. There should be more help to relieve anxiety.

The most disturbing thing is that Pace adds a hell of a disturbance to his new treat.

Pais, who is still so floating about to fly in the sky, had already considered his next hand, roughly because of such a father's worries.

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"Ghost!! Demons!! Murderers!!

Mortaire Territorial Thursden.

There was a man screaming loudly enough from inside the Lordship Hall to be heard by people outside. One circular in his hand. Unmerciful and irrational circular.

"Mr. Nicolo, what is it?

"Joan, listen to me. The young man is trying to kill me!!

"What, isn't it always the same"

"But this time it's terrible. Look at this. That guy spent all of this month's budget without consulting me!!

"Yes!?

Nicolo-Nono. The best senior in the Mortairn family of young men.

A vault number that manages the Mortairn family's budget and takes care of its finances in one hand. A person who is accurate in his calculations, familiar with the home style of the Mortairn family, and has no doubt about his excellence.

A prospective executive candidate who plans to inherit the status of the lead struggler from Shiites.

It is also a sight as usual for the man to headache at the impotence, impossibility and difficulty of Pais.

"It's noisy,"

"Ah, squire."

The noisy situation, what happened, came to see how it was the current lead struggler, the squire chief Shiites. Newlywed whisperers. We usually carry out management tasks such as coordinating personnel in various locations and distributing materials, and everyone acknowledges the belly of the Mortairn family.

After marrying him, he faces his juniors while scratching his head, still dressed somewhat like a little girl.

"Mr. Shiits, it's tough!!

"Shit. Oh, can't you be quiet? Niccolo, you have to show your juniors. Whatever the time, be calm, don't tell me."

As a boss, Shiites craves a noisy, noisy Nicolo.

The attitude of trying to teach juniors with gravity and majesty is splendid.

Joan, who was watching it, explains the situation briefly and clearly on behalf of his hotter predecessor.

"Chief squire, the young lady spent all of her budget for this month. Not a single robni left."

"Hmm!! That gacha!!

"Sergeant, calm down, calm down..."

The person who preaches is mostly the one who puts himself up on the shelf or in the face. Shiites doesn't leak into examples either.

Seriously, for Shiites, who is going through a time when he has made a tearful effort to even one piece of copper coin in the poverty zone, he hastily searched out Pace, saying that it was no match for him to be drastically crushed on the budget.

No, I didn't look for it, if I'm right. I didn't even have to look, I had a good idea where I was, so I was right to yell at you.

There was a most important reference person in the kitchen that smelled sweet.

"Fong!!

"Oh, Nicolo in Shiites, and even Joan. What's the matter with you in such a hurry? You can't have a pinch today, can you?

"Boy, it's good to have you explain the situation!!

Distracting Shiites. Niccolo and Joan with rugged faces, as you would imitate it.

Even in the Mortairn family, which is in the tone of enlargement, the situation is not enough, no matter how much money there is. It's weirder not to be angry with a human being, being made Buddha in a single day with a budget that he made by fooling his colleagues who messed with a limited budget, broke it here and there and yelled at him.

"Take it easy, Shiites. We need to stay calm at all times. Shiites is in a position to be an example to those below. My lovely wife gave it to me, and I need to be a little more calm."

"My daughter-in-law won't matter. Don't go out of my way."

Of course, I know exactly why my men yelled at me, even at Pace. I knew from the beginning that this would happen and there was only reason to act.

I've always been told I'm using reason the wrong way, but there's no way Pace weighs himself in front of me with a treat.

"So, what can I do for you?

"About running out of this month's budget. Let me explain something to you."

"Oh, is that what you mean? Because there were unavoidable circumstances and there were many purchases that really needed instant gold."

"An inevitable circumstance?

"Yeah. Within five days, we have to make a new sweet. Now that this is our top priority, I know I'm sorry, but we're behind on everything else."

Making sweets takes precedence over everything. The only way for Pace to behave like he's reopened is to shut up.

Even so, Pais explains what was decided in the discussion with Casserole earlier. Hearing the polite explanations of the next lord, his men also found that his boy's errands were indeed a matter of haste.

Not so much an emergency, but a relatively high priority. I learned that Pais was not the top priority or, unfortunately, completely unfounded, and for the time being, the angry faces subsided.

But it's a different matter of whether or not you're comfortable with Pace's behavior.

"Whatever you say, I already have a payout that I have attached, and I will have used everything. What are we going to do this month?"

"Don't worry. I'm telling my father to exempt me from sending him regular money this month. It also allows you to get your hands on the preliminary expenses in case of need. For now, we're going to be able to do it."

"I've spent the extra money, and what if it happens even in a disaster?

"That's when it is. This budgetary measure will be taken as an emergency measure under your responsibility as a Lordship Agent. Do you understand?"

"You don't have a choice."

Pais and a responsible position for operations within the territory. I don't like anything and want to abuse my men.

"You seem to understand. Now, please help me."

"Yes?"

"I used handouts here and there to collect various beans, including foreign items. If you know what beans are, you can't make bean treats, and there are quite a few mixed ones. We have to sort it out first."

But sometimes it's inevitable.

A wide variety of beans are piling up in the kitchen until they run out of a month's budget. It would be hard to sort it out.

Who will sort it out?

The poor lottery has a set market when the hard worker pulls it off.

"Ugh, I knew it was the devil!!

Nicolo hallucinated how feathers were growing on Pace's back.