Sweet Reincarnation

The history of the Kingdom of God is new from the perspective of the entire southern continent. Compared to around the long-held Nanoutech country, the precision would be about a third.

Born as an urban state, the country had a standing army of professional servicemen that was groundbreaking at the time, swallowing and expanding the peripheral states in the meantime with what was said to be unrivalled strength. Because the kingdom of God is called the kingdom of knights.

But not all of them, when it comes to those who are related to this urban state. In the course of the expansion of the state, there are examples where what was originally an independent state came under the umbrella as a result of diplomatic negotiations and military action, and was given the title of Kingdom of God.

It's like a venture expanding its performance rapidly with new technologies and groundbreaking business models, absorbing companies elsewhere that have been around for a long time, and welcoming the original management as executives. Whether hostile, friendly or diplomatic, it would not be a rare story even in modern times.

Friendly fit under the umbrella in diplomatic negotiations. A typical example of this is the Count Ratesh family.

Originally, local forces, which were independent enough to be called one nation, were awarded countenance by descending under the pressure of the expansion of the Kingdom of God and taking a tribute under his ministry. It is the beginning of the history of the Count Ratesh family, a militant who had been roughing up the surrounding waters for a long time before descending under his umbrella and also known as the Pirate Uncle.

The fact that it is a monetary casting right issuing the Reitesh territory's own currency, that it is allowed a larger army than the other Earls, or that some diplomacy allows for its own discretion, is a remnant of what it was when it was an independent state, a beneficial benefit that the Reitesh principals have defended even by renouncing the status of king. That the Ratesh family, made up of trade and trade and looting, gave priority to securing profits over decency. The family style of benefits over ideals and decency is the terroir of the Letesh family that remains today.

"We're out of time"

Visitors to the Royal Institute were Briosh-Salgret-Mille-Ratesh, contemporary contemporary of the Ratesh family. She calls herself age for some reason and has been twenty-eight for the past few years, and she is an ageless beauty who is also the mother of three children, even though her age is unknown. The distinction between beauty and ugliness is not due to a person's subjectivity, but at least, there is no human being in the Kingdom of God who demeans her appearance. Even if it existed in the past, it does not exist now. Physically.

A compiler of southern aristocracy, with the strength to mobilize nobility in the southern part of the kingdom of God with just one voice at the same time as being one of the best golden families in the country.

She was also a woman who was widely known by foreign countries for her name and, at the same time, a rare person to leave the territory.

As a result, the director of the Royal Institute is so uptight that he says he is a rare visitor that he still wears it. Of course I wear plenty of gems, and if I grab my figure, it will be a fortune.

The Director should be grateful that the meeting was not on the sea.

"This is Uncle Ratesh. Well done. Welcome. The institute will be gorgeous just because His Excellency is here."

The director snuggles up with a rubber at Uncle Ratesh, who is rich enough to be super attached, but rarely comes to Wang Du.

Uncle Ratesh has been attached as a patron to several studies at the moment, but I have recently heard that the Ratesh family is also a good winger. So you can expect more investment and donations than ever before. If the sesame seeds come out and the gold comes out, there will be as much. If the odds of a donation are to be increased by using a snack, it is common sense on this occasion that even monkeys are an extinct beauty.

If Uncle Ratesh came to a workplace with fewer women, the entire institute glamorously lifted them.

"Oh, really? I wonder if it's been about ten years since I've been with the director. Long time no see."

"It's been a really long time. I've met you before, and I'm sure you wanted my research."

The director also formerly belonged to a certain laboratory as a researcher. Magic was a specialist magician, but rather than research results, he is in his current position with the fluke of others and the good of the world. I wasn't incompetent as a researcher, but I'm also not bizarre enough to come up with dramatic ideas. If you look only at his abilities as a researcher, there are a lot of researchers better than him, but strangely enough, he's at the top of the list now.

"Yes, it was a groundbreaking study, so I wanted to ask you more."

"Then ten and... two years or so. Time is fast."

"That's right."

About ten years ago, the Director was titled Chief Researcher and Head of Office. He took full advantage of what he called the head of the department, and once he monopolized and redistributed his men's research results. Push your mouth into all the research in the lab, get your hands on it, and if you have any research that is likely to bud, move yourself to be the subject to get results. Normally, if my research can be decided, I would like to concentrate on producing results with it. An exploration of knowledge that explores the narrow range of things deeply and deeply anyway. That's the researcher, but he did the opposite. It can be shallow, so it's wide anyway.

And this will be evaluated later.

With all the research I've been looking at, my reputation is so good that I can answer any research that comes from elsewhere. While there were many researchers who were busy not knowing anything but their own research, such as being admired by professional idiots, they gave credit as someone who was able to comprehensively grasp the content of the research, established a reputation for broad horizons, became deputy director after a while, and stayed seated in the chair of the director of the Royal Institute.

People have history.

Uncle Ratesh also met with the director when he was “young”, when he was still a researcher. That is why we have been able to produce results from important research. I went straight out to get the results of my research.

"With that said, you were married. I'll be late, but congratulations. It was beautiful when I saw you before, but I was stunned to see you today and to see you even more beautiful. Women change when they get married."

Uncle Ratesh loosens his cheeks a little because of what the director told him. For her, and for the Ratesh family, the issue of marriage and succession has long been a matter of concern. It was the status quo that was being solved, every day I felt happy, and I felt that I could have taken insurance. The current situation, where something that becomes strongly stressful separates at once and several shoulder loads have fallen, she is fit enough to realize herself.

If you get married and they say you've changed, you don't just feel bad about being conscious.

"Thank you. It's been a long time since people have praised me because I'm married and I have children."

"Well, was your child born as well? How many are you?

Uncle Ratesh represents the year of the child with his fingers. I can tell how young you are just because you need one hand.

"You're still small. Now, that would be a cute meal."

"Let's see. It's healing to see a child's sleep."

For parents, talking about children is one of those iron plate stories. Treasure as a story that also has a definite reaction to exploring conversation intervals from social dictionaries and public discourse.

"Even so. Running around and noisy kids are also adorable as spirits when sleeping. Is your child your son or your daughter?

"It's my daughter. I just want you to grow up well."

Uncle Ratesh's three beloved daughters. Girls born of triplets. There is plenty at birth, and the cuteness is one thing only after a great deal of hard labor.

It may be a so-called (so-called) marriageable marriage that you had before you got married, but this is an open secret. In the official announcement, I immediately congratulated him on his marriage, and he was born early because he was a triplet. The house that stretches a decent information network over Ratesh territory is, of course, the guy who knows the truth and calls it an open secret.

"Ho ho, I'm sure you'll be a beauty in the future when you become Her Excellency's maid of honor. It comes to my attention that the men fit together."

"As a parent, I really want you to be tied to someone destined for you. My daughter teaches me not to let the good guys get away with it because it was a long time before I met my husband myself. Oh ho ho."

Uncle Ratesh herself has had several conversations since he was a teenager. A matriarchal noble family, a marriage that becomes the opposite of balls. He also has an excellent appearance. It already looked like a delicious prey to all the other nobles.

But contemporary Uncle Ratesh didn't have the personality to be an accessory to a man, and he was fully equipped with the temper and ability to fulfill his responsibility to protect the Ratesh family. Whether this was unhappy or not. At least, I worked negative when it came to my wedding term.

The greedy who only sees mountains and gold coins to be piled, the ambitious who, after entering as son-in-law, puppets his wife and tries to take over the Count's house, the impudent who only thinks of a woman as the gateway to lust, the arrogant who does not hide his attitude that he has no choice but to do so as a result of passive choices, as a product of overlapping compromises.

I bounced off all of that as unfavorable to the Ratesh family. When they told me you were going to compromise, I kicked the other guy's crotch up myself and broke it.

The vicious circle of getting older as a result and worse environments.

She had that experience, which is why she told her own daughter, "If it looks good, don't hesitate to eat it. I know what tastes good and bad after I eat it," I was going to teach him. It is an educational policy that should go through the carnivorous system and also be called the beast system, but only God knows what the consequences will be.

"The Ratesh family's education is unique. By the way, my lord, what is it for today?"

The subject of children was also greatly enlivened. The director cut to the point, trying to make the public story better around here.

"Actually, I wanted to make a donation to the lab. Separate from what we've always done."

"Well, that would be appreciated"

There is a grin in the director's mouth. There are no researchers who are reluctant to be told that they will give me money. Better if it doesn't come with extra strings. In that regard, the Ratesh family is a territorial nobleman on the southern border far from the King's capital. Longest in terms of string length. At least, a counterpart close to non-interference to a fairly preferred degree as a laboratory. It's the most desirable patron to give money and not talk.

If this is a court nobleman, he wants to interfere with something, and he frequently prompts the results of his research. In a month or two, I often yelled back to see if I could produce a decent research result.

"We have also been able to afford a number (how long) or finances thanks to His Majesty's grace and the dedication of his men. The part that wasn't my power, I could loosen up whispering. So you don't think it makes sense to give this back to the public at large?

"Good luck to you."

Not so much on the pre construction mouth, but if it's pre construction that gives me gold, I'll let it go and praise the director. It's an enviable story that we can afford the money. You call it loose in a landlord like the Ratesh family. hundreds or thousands of gold coins. How much of that will depend on the upcoming negotiations, but we can also expect donations that will take us on a thousand grand platforms if we estimate less or better. It is an ultra-large project that I have rarely seen in recent years, and it will be an oversized handle that I can brag about with my chest up even as a director.

"So, you mind if I show you some of the labs I've been looking into here?

"... depends on the lab"

I'm going to donate a lot of money, and I flinched out and told him to show me the lab. The negotiation of this hand is a director who has been rotten, so I immediately discern its intentions.

I have information about what technology I want.

"Of course, I'm not asking you to look inside a highly confidential lab. I'm thinking about a tour, first of all civil research."

"Oh, I see, because there are a lot of tourists there. Probably fine."

Civil Engineering Research, officially known as the Civil Engineering Practical Laboratory. Among the royal institutes, he would be a male in practical studies. Unlike such disciplines as philosophy and theology, which explore the inside of a person, disciplines focus purely and directly on the tangible benefits of society.

Research and development of effective ways to build embankments and new methods of construction, research to prevent landslides in advance, exploration of new technologies for road construction, etc. Whatever nobility you are a territorial nobleman, the research content of this laboratory is useful.

Therefore, it is one of the sign laboratories of the Royal Institute, which is frequented by visitors.

"Other, Laboratories of Medicine and Pharmaceutical Plants"

"You'll be fine there, too."

There are also many people who want research results funded by medical laboratories. People in power are the ones who become stronger when they want to stay healthy and live longer.

Incidentally, this laboratory is also known in the Kingdom of God for its many "purchases of slaves”. It is a world free of human rights awareness and other shards, so criminals such as murderers are trafficked as slaves and “exploited” for human experimentation with drugs, etc.

The research results thus produced are returned to society and in the interest of the good people. That is to say.

This is also one of the most popular sign labs, although it is a laboratory with constant black rumors of some kind, such as the suspicion of household laundering, which is letting big criminals die as a result of experiments, and the suspicion of pharmacidal research that one of the contents of the study was a practical and unproven poison.

"If you're in agronomy, I'd like to give you a tour of the Edible Plants Laboratory."

"Ooh, the boulder is Uncle Ratesh. Your ears are fast. The lab over there has just recently continued to announce useful research results. It's a very popular lab that's worth just looking at something rare."

"Can I show you the latest research?

"Normally, it's difficult… we've been providing extraordinary support to the institute from day to day, so if you're a Ratesh, there's no lab to say no to."

The Edible Plant Laboratory is, in fact, a laboratory very close to the Ratesh family. The sooner I say it, the sooner I say it, the better it connects with the Ratesh family and, to be precise, with the Ratesh territory. Although laboratories also improve existing plant varieties, novel foreign plants are available from the Laetesh family, which dominates the sea. It is also within the work to study this, examine the effects and explore useful uses.

From its inception to the present day, it is a laboratory with strong ties to the southern nobility, where agriculture accounts for a high proportion of industry, and it is also extremely close to the Ratesh family of the total former tightening of the southern valves.

"After that, I'm personally interested in beauty research."

"Ha ha, they want a good tour over there, but most of you are a disappointing place to go home?

With the name Beauty Research, people with pink heads imagine a harlem-like paradise, where all beauties belong. It must be a lab full of women, whether you turn right or left, where all the beautiful women are.

Therefore, although it is a laboratory that occurs regularly by male visitors, without exception, everyone will go home without expectations.

The lab here is beautiful because it's the research theme, but what we're doing is cosmetic research or research on anti-aging. It was the ”people” who needed it so badly that there was no cosmetics. For the record, Uncle Ratesh has been one of the patrons for a long time.

Maintaining beauty leads to maintaining power, the nagging people of the Back Palace are the main patrons, and that's why researchers are gathering talented people, but when we say talented people who have produced results there in the laboratory, that's why we have so much experience, and the early story is that the laboratory is full of old people and grandfathers. It is a laboratory with no colour filled with tears and whimpers, with a murderous atmosphere, constantly under pressure for results. Many people have white or lost their hair from stress.

In a way, it's a gray, starchy, black lab where the most distant people come together.

"I don't mind. And..."

That's about it for my eyeballing cousin, Uncle Ratesh, who shows his sleigh thinking about it for a while in an atmosphere like that.

Even as the director, I suspect there will be a main aim somewhere in the lab I just gave you. It is suspicious around the food planting research (Shikku) that has just been discussed in the latest research results.

Both I was thinking about.

It was Uncle Ratesh who broke the silence. Put your hands together gently and say what you want with a smile that feels like you've come up with an audacity.

"General purpose magic lab, could you show me?"

The director stepped in unexpectedly.