Sweet Reincarnation

The slums of Wangdu. This is the place where the shaders gather in the glorious King's Capital.

When people come together, there will always be an inequality between those who possess it and those who do not. The Wang capital is not an exception to this, and the poor and the unfaithful are driven to nature and certain places, resulting in the birth of slums.

downstream of the waterways of the sewers. This is prone to unhygienic environments with debris and excreta flowing from upstream. It wouldn't be a place I like to live.

North side of the royal castle. This is susceptible to the shadow of a huge castle and the sun is not good. I tend to suffer from jittery humidity, and this is not my favorite place again.

Outside the walls. A place right next to the glamour of the city, yet dangerous without being granted asylum. This is a place where demons strike, or if enemies strike, as they did more than twenty years ago, they can't protect them. If you weren't a man who couldn't secure a place to live in the capital, you'd want to avoid it.

There is land, there is a building, and more than people live in, there is a clear separation between preferred and not. And preferred places are allocated by things like power and financial power. There's nothing more we can do about this.

"Are you sure you're going to this place?

At the entrance to the Glades, a man in a hood cloak squeaks in his eyes. It's like wearing rainbow feathers on a sunny day, and there's nothing suspicious about them from the way they hide their faces. Late teens when I was old. Or atmospheres like the twenties. I looked around most of the time.

Besides, there was a small companion beside him. When you were a teenager? Or maybe younger.

"Of course. The Big Husband told me about it in the corner.

"But it's a suspicious atmosphere to see, isn't it?

Seriously damp, sunny and dim, lots of gala people, places to avoid and pass if you are a good citizen. I can see that from a distance.

"I know that. This is for business."

"Wow..."

The companion wears the same hooded cape, but this one doesn't hide his face.

Dark hair, female face. Or maybe the woman was dressed as a man, and a person walking down the street was watching her chill.

It makes me think that it is good to grow up, because of its good face. Even from the grand standing behavior, the atmosphere was unparalleled.

"If you're going anyway, shouldn't you go“ dressed ”?

"If that's the case, the name is too weird to be famous, and they shy away. I can't even speak for myself without being a merchant and being naive."

"Is that what it is?"

Their aim is to find a certain former mercenary.

Mercenary operations, hired for gold to re-war here and there, are far from fixed businesses that calm their hips in one city. Nor do they have the right to the asylum of their lords, the so-called citizenship, such as the right to trial or the protection of property rights. Many people are scorned as bitches by the race of mercenaries. Some people run mercenaries with nobility, but that's only the exception.

When a vagabond quits mercenarism, what he wants most is stability. Peaceful days living away from battle in one city. A restful life I won't ask for. An ideal place to sincerely desire.

Even in the Wang capital, there are many mercenaries and ex-mercenaries who come for it. But it is difficult for a man who has only ever experienced battle to take up a decent profession in the King's Capital. Those who start a business but eat up their storage without success, those who fight and shake up without getting hired or tamed, those who end up being hired in a way like a caution stick and can't get away from the battle, etc. It's more about failing.

I definitely want to live a normal life. Such ex-mercenaries rely on the same mercenary companions. A human being who is a former mercenary and currently holds a decent position. Rely on people like that and ask them to mediate their work.

If it is also a large mercenary regiment, there are many connections. At the same time as the former member of the group starts out as a liquor store or a rice restaurant, he/she secures the connections to serve as a receptacle for the quitting member of the group.

The place I'm going to visit is one of those "former mercenary hangouts," and there's someone there who's familiar with the mercenary situation in Wangdu.

That was also who the two of them would visit.

"Well, then, from here on out, just like the meeting"

"Okay, Pe... it's not, Master Rice"

A tall, older man, has corrected his posture.

"Rice." Yeah. Rice-Yakionigiri. Lamito, I'm your apprentice now, right? I'll call you by your nickname. "

For some reason, the way I thought I was younger blamed the older one. Normally, the opposite would be true, but for some reason the relationship between the two seems natural.

"Mr. Rice. Then follow me."

"Please.“ Brothers ""

Walk the Glades with you two.

The soil is a bumpy alley, and on the left and right of the alley we also see occasional sitters. Bad days and an environment I don't think I want to stay in for long.

"Right here."

"Really?"

"Yes. The shop where“ The Big Husband ”taught me is definitely here"

It was halfway through a narrow alley, a liquor store. buildings that I suppose would be.

I couldn't be cut off that the taller one was the place of purpose because its appearance was too lame. Sounds good when it comes to having the year in, but the atmosphere makes me wonder if it has been around for some time. Loaded with retro feel. If you don't know where it is, you won't be able to stop by fluttering first.

A pair that opens the doors of an old tree and enters the building.

A stabbing gaze, directed at you as you go along. That's multiple, too. People who also have tough muscles, people with old wounds all over their bodies, etc. The scary people who seemed to give way if they were walking round the clock were staring at the intruders at the same time.

If you were a little human, you would be blowing bubbles with this gaze alone.

Against the terrible and noisy gaze, the taller one shall dwell, and the taller one shall walk with dignity.

When they found an empty seat at the counter, they sat side-by-side there. A much older chair rings.

"Hey, look at that face."

Head of the tavern. A man, who would be called a master or a shopkeeper, called out to a new guest. No shards of love. Blurry attitude.

"Come to Wang Du for a bit of business. I asked the people upstairs about this shop."

The tail manages to connect conversations.

"Right. What's your order?"

The store owner listens to the order in a dossy voice. The tension is tremendous.

Exchange of requests for murder, so convincingly so, the drifting air hurts. An atmosphere that is tingly and free of shards of serenity.

"I'll take Ale."

"... well. What about that little one over there?

The shopkeeper who takes the order and takes out the wood jock from somewhere. The man at the tail accidentally confirmed what the shopkeeper had. Because it was a horrible move, so much so that I thought I might have even brought it out with a small knife or a short knife.

The shopkeeper, who poured the ale onto the wood jock, saw the one with the tail. Small is also absurdly small. I don't care how you look at it, you just look like a child, but I wonder why someone like that is here.

Such a boy, says the order.

This is another childish voice about "too deliberate”.

"I like milk."

"Buffoo."

The young man beside him erupted unexpectedly into the adorable voice of Suke Chibi. Moment after moment, they beat my stomach with something, and I get a slight thrust on the counter.

"Little one, this is a tavern. If you want some milk, go somewhere else."

"Well, I'll wait till your brother finishes his drink"

"Buheho."

Ale served. Cheap. That's what he had in his mouth. He spits out all the moisture he had in the word "brother," which he heard from next door.

A young man who can compete with geeks.

There's no way such a pair is inconspicuous.

Some of the guests approach the counter with a nibbly face.

"Come on, brother, you haven't been drinking."

"I can't. I'm here. Hey. Come to this store when you're a little older."

The people who come near me also have an atmosphere that seems to be working out quite a bit. It's a unique, swordswallowing atmosphere for those who have killed people before.

It is common for young, first-time drinkers to swallow alcohol when they drink fortified alcohol. The men thought that a little brother would be like that.

"Right. What do you want, a ride to the inn? As a token of gratitude, I'd like you to leave about half of your wallet."

"Haha."

Really understandable behavior. Mercenary operations are unknown jobs until tomorrow, and when you're hoarding money, you're sometimes targeted from around you. However, many people spend as much money as they have, and the lack of money is their best friend.

For them, such as the white honored man, their wallet is the same.

"Uncles, go away."

The child next to his tail looked disgusting.

I don't feel any itch for people who come specializing in rough things, such as kid attitudes.

"Pfft. Even if I say so, we need to talk to our brother."

"The only thing I need is a wallet."

"No. Hey. haha."

Bad galas make stupid laughs. If you were involved, I raised my anger that it was a good nuisance.

"Hey, let him drink quietly."

"It's still early for your brother. Like us, it's where we work out and then we come."

"That's right. This isn't the place for kids. It's a warrior's retreat, isn't it?

Guerra Guerra and the men who can't stop laughing.

In fact, this tavern is where mercenaries use it as a stash. There is also a good exchange of information on jobs, recruitment of work associates, etc. Even if there's a good man in there, it's an honest feeling that he's blind.

"So if we were warriors, we could stay here, right? If it's as good as your uncles, it's still enough."

The laughter of such men stops perfectly in the words of children.

"Hey kid. Don't make fun of me."

"Lick an adult, it hurts forever. I see you, Cora."

Adults who favor their children.

Mercenaries are businesses that earn their own strength alone. The tavern is also known to bring together powerful people, and half-breed people will be educated by “seniors” as they are now. If you don't like that, you have to brush your arms until you can return the favor, or you have to bring them to someone powerful who is already a customer of the store.

It's a shop only for the powerful and seemingly refused. I can get in and out of this store by myself. It's like proof that you're alone as a mercenary.

That's why we can't give up imitation that makes us doubt our strength, no matter what. Even if they're children.

"A joke? The jokes must be my uncles. A warrior's place to relax? I thought it was the orphanage playroom."

But the kid Cho's don't even move into the swordswallowing atmosphere of those guys. Instead, I started stirring it up even more.

"Right. You're a busy kid, Cora. There are limits to our patience. If you're gonna apologize now, I'll forgive you, okay?

Men who start to move their temples picturesque.

"Apologize? What are you apologizing for? Should I say I'm sorry I'm stronger than you are?

"You gacah!!

The men reached out to get the kid. Nobody tries to stop a busty kid from showing his painful eyes when it's also part of his education.

But the hand never grabbed anything. No, the other way around, the kid grabbed my wrist.

"Shh!!

Men's bodies dance to the universe.

"Oh yeah... this is what happens when it's for Master Rice!!

One shoulder while grabbing the cuff. He threw away a large adult in what he obviously didn't think was a child.

"Temeye!!

Is it because they threw my people? Or did you decide that leaving the dishonor of being stretched out by a child any longer would be more than a job?

The people around you are going to kill themselves and attack a pair of young people.

"Oh, hey, I said I don't like rough stuff!!

"That's pathetic. You'd die early in" our business "for that, wouldn't you?

Throw the people who attack you, if you throw them away. If one flies away, he rolls around scattering booze at the table ahead of him that flies away. If the next one gets thrown, he falls off his head on the ground and occasionally has a concussion and can't move.

In no time, all the people who attacked me became feathers to accompany them to the ground.

Ugh, and a child who took a breath.

Sitting in the chair again, he mouthed the order as if nothing had happened.

"Master, water please"

"... ok"

This also makes an obvious stand around, and it can't be that the boy in front of you is just a boy. The shopkeeper draws drinking water from the water and puts it out in front of a young customer.

"So... there's something I'd like to ask my master?

"What?"

I wouldn't have even dealt with them if I'd just come into the store, but if I could show you what's up to here, I'd have to look at you as a fine man of strength. Which means we have to admit it as an "official guest” for this store.

"I'm looking for people. I was at" The Beginning of Dawn, "and I was a Bamot..."

"... Bamot is me"

Called by name, the shopkeeper was slightly more alert.

"Oh, you were the Bamot of All Nights"

But to the words that followed, the vigilance was relaxed. Because the name the child has spoken indicates that it is so “close” to us.

Bamot has always been a liquor lover, and no matter how much he drank, he always insisted on "still having a good (good) mouth," which led him to be called by two names: Evening Eve. To the extent that he is entrusted with an important liquor store for the 'beginning of dawn' after his retirement, he has accumulated trust within the regiment.

"It's a terrible name to miss... well, you. No, you probably know Shiites-Beatwin?

The shopkeeper noticed once again. A kid who knows his name and makes such a big stand around. It is also easy to derive answers if you think of the house where the peeper serves, who was your own compatriot.

"Oh, have you apparently found out?

In the slums of the back alley, a boy named after a pseudonym, who said it would be troublesome if a noble child were to wander around. Whoever it is, it's a pastry.

I've magically changed the color of my hair and used my disguised identity to visit, also because Mortairn's family name is too big for me to be biased. If the raiders wander around with the ambiguous status quo, Mortairn's name hanging, it's likely they'll just get away with it. A pseudonym for that.

However, in total anonymity, you won't tell me what's important when you hear it. Because you need a good reason to sell your people. That's why I did the rough imitation.

As a storekeeper who got busted instead of a business card, I have to glance at the boy in front of me.

"No one between us knows' neck hunting '. No, I'm not. Ten or eighty-nine, the Shiites bastard's employer is a geek... I was wondering if you were the one?

"My employer is my father. I'm just being naive right now. I say Rice. This is my brother. That's a better position for each other, isn't it?

The shopkeeper nods softly to the boy who says otherwise, don't give me Mortairn's family name. I'm not used to respectful language, so is it something like your love that makes me weird?

"That means, after all. Right. Then you shouldn't be dealing with the people who sleep there."

"You were strong inside."

"... is that the word to keep them all stretched out? So, what can I do for you?

Bamot, the shopkeeper who just wants to get to the bottom of it and kick it out. Urge the requirements.

"Actually, there are people who attacked the Mortairn family carriage a few days ago. Probably someone hired, but do you know anything about it?

Chalyn, there's a noise with Chalyn.

Because on the counter, even like paying for a drink, a gold coin was placed. Gold coins where copper coins would normally be placed. I don't know what that means. It's not even Bamot, so I slip the gold into my pocket softly.

This industry has all the money. Even life is a business that sells for money.

"A few days ago...... Mortairn carriage...... oh I guess those guys"

"Things that come to mind?

"A few days ago, there was a bunch of guys who did everything they could to their daily lack of money habits. He said it was an easy job, but maybe they'd know something."

I see, and Yakionigiri. Pais nods.

The raid ended without risking your life. From a mercenary standpoint, it must have been a very easy job.

"Where are those people now?

"I got out of this town. I think maybe I went west, but I don't know where I went..."

"Huh."

"Well, gradually, I can follow the crossing..."

Pais loads more gold coins silently.

Bamot also told the generous opponent that his mouth would be lighter, just washing away the information he knew.

I guess I got enough information I wanted. Satisfied, two people with their backs to the counter.

As I look at their backs, I get a solitary leak from Bamot's mouth.

"I wonder if the Mortairns could hire me."

Bamot drops off the boy leaving the store.

It was only a few days after the assailant's identity was secured and his client found out.