Sweet Reincarnation

At the beginning of last month, the year will also press on.

morning on a white-frozen day when it gets very cold and exhales.

A middle-aged man came into the office of the Lords' Palace, Thursden, Mortairn territory. He has a forged body, but this man is newlywed, even if he looks like this.

"Uh-oh. It's cold. Boy, give me tea."

"Normally this would be where my men make tea to their bosses. Why are you telling me that?"

"My hands are weak. Come on. If you've been in your room the whole time, don't you think?

"I didn't like it and pulled it off."

As the fire in the fireplace heats the room with a patchy sound.

In the office, Pais was moving on to work.

Pais responds to Shiites' inexplicable demands while relaxing the muscles that were solidifying while sitting in a chair. The hot water that was on fire was placed in a cold tea and leftover teapot. If you like tea, it's an outrage that hangs your eyebrows, but fortunately Shiites is not a bothered person with the taste and aroma of tea.

"No... Ugh. Warm up."

"Thank you for looking around."

"Instead of the boy not being able to move. I don't know what else to do.

"When I try to go, we all want to stop. My body's about to get dull."

Child abuse in the name of work accumulated thanks to earlier “extra” reinforcement disturbances. Not by the time Casserole was as a lord, but the status quo is that there is only one boy who can make a ruling. In other words, people who can get rid of their accumulated work are not allowed to afford to play or anything.

Many merchants divide this world, such as debt and receivables due, at the end of the year. This time of year, the liquidation of money continues everywhere accordingly.

Come on, the year is approaching and, among other things, the deadline for money-related settlements is approaching, and the Mortairn family servants, who have a reputation for their patience, are united in boulders.

After imprisoning Pais and strictly monitoring him, he was begging him to do his job. When this happens, we have to work very hard, say Pace.

"So what happened to the waterways?

"I've sorted out the proposed waterway development by the glass and narrowed it down to three. The first proposal is for the development of the main village only. The two proposals are to develop only the main four villages of Kochen, Kirchen, Zarsden and Milotte. The three proposals, including four villages in the Eastern region, are to develop the entire Mortarn territory."

"Ho."

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm going with two proposals. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

Shiites is a heavy town in heavy towns, even in Mortairn territory. position to assist in the final decision by the Lords Authority.

So, I'm not taking my opinion lightly, but think carefully and talk.

"Why did you decide to make two proposals?

"I thought about balancing the pros and cons. Maintenance of the main village only will require a small budget and the measures will be completed quickly. However, if the amount of water is originally limited, I am dissatisfied with looking to the future, anyway, for some time to come. If we manage the waterways in the main four villages, we will determine that there are advantages to accommodating and adjusting the amount of water."

"Then the three proposals will be with you. Who doesn't have an eastern region?

"Because it will be over the mountain. When we do construction, it's hard to just bother building waterways in that mountain range, and the cost is not foolish. I think there is too much balance between the amount to be multiplied and the benefits to be gained"

"I see. Then I'm convinced."

Lords have a lot of work to do, but they often have to make up their minds about what can only be done at the top.

civil engineering related reports; and gathering information. If there is a separation between payments, the next step will be to recruit new recruits.

Mortarn territory is chronically understaffed. Since the good newcomers were in a position to stay as many as possible, they hung up recruiting in the legendary nobility and various places in the Wang capital, and regardless of their experience, they hung up recruiting with an emphasis on willingness.

That primary selection was also completed, when Shiites and Pais were consulting on the decision to make the secondary selection.

A knock sounded in the room. It was Joan who came.

"Young lady, the garment union (guild) is coming."

"Oh, it's an example, where are you now?

It's the reception room.

"Then I'll go that way. Please also call your sister and Liquorice. Allow access to private areas."

"Okay. Gufu."

"Joan, I won't forgive you if you do anything weird to your sister or Liquorice."

"I know. But a woman's room...... I can accidentally see her in thin clothes. Hehe. Duh heh."

Shiites and others just give up to young people who don't even hide their sketchy delusions.

"There can't be a guy in thin clothes in this fucking cold weather. Are you stupid or what?"

"Ha, for now, shall we go to the reception room? Joan, I'd like you to meet Rico and your sister."

The reception room is a room that has been maintained with particular effort lately. Because after the Mortairns became more prominent in the social world, and since Casserole began to keep a single army in the center, there have been more visitors who deliberately come to say it's a periphery. Some of them, nobles with titles themselves, came all the way here. When this happens, we can't treat it coarsely, and we can't even imitate what we think is poor.

Fortunately, in the Mortairn family, which had been indispensable to extraordinary income over the past few years, there was also a point in using the two names of Pais "painting," with many paintings by famous painters in the reception room.

It mainly collects landscape paintings and makes the lakeside resort a unified concept (concept) while in the reception room. Besides, let's be mindful of changing the picture seasonally.

The only person painting that stands out most is a group photo taken by the whole family. I wonder if it's sad, [transcribed] a picturesque painting that only the paisy person who is doing it is not picturesque, but it's more realistic and brighter in color than any painter would draw. That's pretty noticeable in size. It attracts people's attention to the extent that a brilliant merchant tried to buy three hundred pieces of gold coins.

"Thank you for waiting."

"Oh, oh, come on"

"Ki?"

"Thank you for your time today."

I guess it's because it's such a room.

Or because you rarely relate to nobility? About four men were nervous because they thought they were garmenters.

Though sitting on the couch for once, the moment Pais opened the door, he jumped up and stood up as if he was also set up in a spring, and uttered an unexplained word as he remained upright immobile.

"Not so nervous. Only in this room is it decided that whoever you are will be treated as our guest. You can talk to the children of your own relatives as much as you want. Well, please."

"Thank you for your consideration."

It was no good at all.

Whatever, because the child came where I thought the casserole herself was coming.

Thoughts cease when a man is thrust upon his will.

Whenever Pais talks about something, he gets nervous and tries to connect the conversation with a light question, but it seems that it gets a lot worse.

Whatever, it was the woman who came in at the same time as Knock who changed the uncomfortable atmosphere for both sides.

"Pace, what can I do for you?

"Sister, it's a customer"

"Excuse me. Welcome, sir. You're welcome. Oh ho."

It was Josephine wearing thick cat skin as soon as he entered the room, but from the pais it is a sigh. The struggle of my brother, who has a free-flowing sister so far. Treat your feelings to your heart only in front of the Guest.

"Rico, come in, please."

"Excuse me."

With Jose, Liquorice also came into the room. This one is born quiet and has no manners because it is well planted.

Proceed with a snuggle and sit beside the pais with a very natural behavior. Of course, don't sit around spreading your crotch, and sit shallow on the couch with your feet properly aligned without throwing them out. Unlike someone else.

"Well, this time I'm calling you two here. My wife, Liquorice, and then my sister, Josephine. 'Cause I wanted you to make these two costumes."

"Pais, I told you I was coming!!

"Sister, I'm in front of a guest."

"Oh, ho ho ho"

Pais sucks at Jose for trying to get up against his behavior.

The artisans managed to speak normally to the friendly exchanges between their younger brothers and sisters. Or maybe Jose was after this. No, is it a coincidence?

"Is that your two costumes?

"Yeah, that's flying out too, luxurious clothes, within ten days."

"Ten days!!

Normally, any clothes look at time for about a month. We make it custom-made from scratch, so it will be natural even if it takes time.

But Pace doesn't break the condition of ten days with a smile on his face.

"... really, is it?

"I really am. You all know that the dyeing guild has risen in our realm, right?

A middle-aged man, like a representative of the Alliance, nodded and answered Pais', questions that suddenly seemed to change the subject.

"Yes, I'm listening because we have a deep relationship with the union of clothing shops."

"There is still not enough industry in Mortairn territory. For my sake, the territory must be enriched above all else. Naturally, you've moved all the way to my realm. The artisans are prepared to provide the utmost support, but we have them."

"Support? Like, get a subsidy?

"What happens with such a shitty, dicky support? Teaching you how to pick fish is more about real support than giving them fish. The support of our Mortern family means giving you the chance to make your Mortern clothes the most famous in the world."

"The best in the world?"

The craftsmen who have moved to Mortairn territory have been invited by the external agents of the Mortairn family, including Lamito.

It is common sense in this world to grant exclusive privileges in return for enclosing the craftsmanship. Non-mainstream craftsmen who were tied to vested rights in other territories and entrusted (kako) misadventures were allowed to move to Mortairn territory, pulling out the pressure of the nobles who had come complaining about them under conditions of favourable treatment.

What they have in common with the craftsmen is their former dissatisfaction with their situation and their laid-back liberation in Mortairn territory. And unprecedented confidence that we can do it ourselves as one end craftsmen.

"I was informed the other day that a harmony had been reached with the Holy Nation. In form, it will take the form of a victory for our country. There will be a grand celebration ceremony to celebrate the victory of this war. The place is Wang Du. At a ceremony in which His Royal Highness the Prince and His Majesty the King also attend, the Prince is also called home. Here, we bring in a Mortarn dress, made in Mortarn territory. Opportunity to gather guests from all over the world. If we do well, it will also be an opportunity to get the best name in the world. Because I'm the best woman in the world to wear it."

"Oh, yeah, Pais is good, too."

"Sister, what I'm saying is, of course, about Liquorice."

"So I'm second in the world?

"Are you putting aside your mother or your Bibi sisters? Why don't you hit your hand with second place in the same rate?

Liquorice blushing beside Pais and Jose arguing against Pais's words if he remains infidel and corrupt.

The craftsmen who watched such a thing are still puzzled by the scale of the story.

"Everyone gathered in Mortairn territory has brushed their arms elsewhere. Different?

"Yeah, yeah. Yes, it is."

"In other words, there is a collection of technologies from all over the kingdom of God in Mortern territory. At least I didn't call you because I wanted you all to be small in one country."

"Ugh, huh? Huh?"

The satisfied craftsmen said it was great that they couldn't even let me work in a busy manner, take off the poor conditions and just be able to do business normally. In front of them are sweet monsters who greedily desire the best in the world.

Pace and craftsman. It also has a previous life when it was the most royal in the world. The height of the gaze he sees is not the only thing to see in Mortairn territory.

"I command you all, as lord's deputy in the territory of Mortairn. Gather the total strength of the craftsmen in Mortairn and make two of the best dresses in the world. No thread on gold."

A glittering Pais face.

In those eyes, there was a genuine color floating around without deception.