Sweet Reincarnation

In the western part of the kingdom of God, there is a group of mercenaries just a little well-known.

In the midst of a mercenary with many gorillas that, if singled out, are no different from bandits, a mercenary regiment also known for drawing a line with certainty of control and correctness of discipline, rooting deeply in the back and lower towns of towns everywhere, scouting and raising promising orphans and poor people.

Combat experts, who, in the areas bordered by the Kingdom of Voltuzara and the Kingdom of God, are a group of wars that must appear on the battlefield, as often as skirmishes occur, sometimes seen as important enough to determine the trend of the battle.

The name is called "the beginning of dawn".

If we follow the original history of creation, as the kingdom of God expands its territory, when tentacles have grown in the western part of the present kingdom of God, the groups assembled to defend their villages and their homeland are the mothers.

After an extraordinary turn, he became a mercenary regiment and stood on the side of the divine kingdom where the Asahi Sun gained momentum and made connections, and by becoming a receptacle for the displaced and the needy, he also had a history of becoming politically glanced at.

He also entered into several businesses, starting with liquor stores and whorehouses, based on money he earned heavily in wartime, apparently with a very high sense of management by his first regiment leader. The beginning of dawn has ensured a degree of stability that does not starve members even in normal times, while other mercenary regiments sometimes fall into situations that are no different from beggars in times of peace.

A brilliant battle group in battle. It is a kind of admiration from the poor, and it is also convenient from some kind of power, and at the same time very eye-catching.

There is a place in the darkness of the town that fills in the sun and the shade. They are the dawn itself between morning and night, but some of them shine a dazzling light.

Speaking of fame, the witch Shiitz-Beatwin is in the midst of a great battle, a lion's vigour, who made two names known not only in the kingdom of God, but throughout the southern continent, and who, on the defensive line of the capital of the Divine King, was so featured by a bard that he made a jump out of a floating orphan.

He is a brave warrior with the alias "Peeker”, made chief of the Mortairn family squire.

In addition, the Pyron, who has always been at the forefront of numerous battlefields, bears the two names of "red copper” as the current head of the regiment. “Axe Ghost” Stain, a rigid arm with the anecdote that he defeated the three in one swing. Former aristocrats but mercenaries, including Andrew-Morton, nicknamed “Your Highness" after a sophisticated battle, belong to a large number of fierce men who are placed both at first and second sight.

The beginning of dawn is a group of heroes for the poor.

Among those who retired from active duty, there are many celebrities. Bamot, who has the alias "Evening Night” and now keeps the tavern, is one of them.

He used to run around the battlefield and brave his name, but after retiring, he was a master working in a direct store in the back alley, at the beginning of the dawn known to all.

Rough guys are regular stores. Even today, visitors come to a noisy store that can't even be a guest in a half-breed person.

"Long time no see, Shiits."

The master of the strong liquor store broke his face when he saw the visitor's face.

Because I haven't missed him in a long time.

“Peeker“ Shiites. Try Bamot, he is a colleague and warrior friend from before he fit into the tavern general.

"Ouch. We're out of time."

That used to be the only liquor store that was immersed like every day. Shiitz naturally heads to the counter and sits in a chair in front of Bamot.

"Show your face more often. How many years ago did you come here before?

No matter what you say, a jock is placed in front of Shiites. Of course, the contents are not water or tea. Cheap ale just saying I should get drunk. A crude product that doesn't taste sour and doesn't even put it in the store if it's a little stylish.

However, sights swallowing it very few bites loosen their cheeks to a nostalgic flavor. It is an unpleasant, nauseating alcoholic beverage, but it is also a familiar taste of my hometown from a young age.

"Isn't that about ten years ago? You were with our general when he went to beat up the baron of pigs."

I just drank about half the jock lightly and my broiled bowel stuffs come out. It's a breath of abalone you can do because you used to be familiar with it.

Making a creepy sound, Shiites remembers the old days with nostalgia. Now is the time to be a squire chief, and to be greatly flustered, but only about a decade ago, the Mortairns were also poor, working with casseroles to do things like run mercenaries.

What did they quit the mercenary regiment for, when they were laughing? The nostalgia swells that it should have been roughly that time of year when we were collecting information and putting our faces on the store.

"Was it that long ago? That pig bastard's already dead, huh? Now my son is carrying on the trail."

"Seriously. How's everybody's life?

By the Baron of Pigs in Shiites is meant a territorial nobleman with a territory whispering in the western part of the Kingdom of God. It also goes through with the Kingdom of Voltuzara, and is obedient to the Kingdom of God. That's why there was a skirmish where I was having a lot of trouble, and because I didn't want to take care of it, Casserole was hired to go for my neck. It's one of those jobs from the past, but it's one of those things that used to happen at the time if you try Shiites.

By and large, a person who does something good in the back, while peppering the strong, is something that becomes thoroughly oppressive to the weak. The inhabitants of that baron's territory were all, pathetically skinny, gasping for heavy taxes. Such aristocracy was driven by tears and outrage with casserole, young (?) It is a smiling memory of the time.

"Not at all. My son looks just like my father. We squeeze it from the bottom, and we just get fat."

"Parents and children are not busy."

"Every nobleman is the same. How much you squeeze from us, you give me a bloodpath."

Dawn humans basically hate nobles.

It is a gathering of people who hate the fact that the collapse of vigilantes originally for self-defense is just the roots, trying to push them through impossibility in the context of power and force.

Dawn's stance has always been in a position on the civilian side, although as a guest I have known each other once and for all because employers are often aristocrats.

That's why Shiites, who mingled with Casserole and said he would fly a flag with her, had to quit the mercenary regiment.

I don't like nobles.

But there are exceptions to everything. Through Shiites, he has a fairly good relationship with several houses, such as the Mortairn family.

To the extent that those in the West joked that they also wanted the Mortairns to rule, they trusted the Mortairns. This is a feeling common not only to Bamot, but to the majority of Dawn humans.

The same is true of the fact that Shiites is there, and I suppose there is a weirdo whose Lord is sticking one foot in his fellow mercenaries. About half of it is a sensation in the body.

"How's the main business economy?

Shiites, who emptied a jock of cheap liquor and now ordered good liquor, asks about the economy of the ancient nest.

A good economy at the beginning of dawn means a disturbance in the western part of the Kingdom of God, so it is troublesome that the economy is better, but it is also troublesome that there are no jobs, a unique nostalgia of the mercenary regiment. Of course, Shiites knows the area well.

"That's not good. Some of you swung me around in Voltuzara, so I didn't even know what to say. You did something extra."

Speaking of some guy, I'm talking about a silver-haired confectionery freak, but in the first place, the Mortairn family is what your house does to prepare against the Voltuzara kingdom. Whatever the ploy, it is in the national interest to disturb and confuse the enemy nation. There are no reprehensible sardines at all.

Of course, the people in the tavern are aware of the area. Bamot's words may contain an obsession with Shiites. A half laugh would be proof of that.

"If you rub it over there, greedy will hang a little."

Therefore, Shiites boasts a little bit, drinking.

If you say your neighbor is disturbed, then as a divine kingdom, an ideal situation. And it is also time to attack as a person in the Western Valve of the Kingdom of God, headed by the Ruler Border Uncle.

Especially here. The eastern and southern economies are good these days. The south is in excellent economic shape, and even to the east, it is crushing the great nobles of its neighbours to expand its territory. As a western valve, it's not strange to lose.

"No, that's what I've been rubbing a lot over here. Look, Prince Wang's wife is from the north, right?

"Oh."

Speaking of the defence of the North in the Kingdom of God, the Enzensberger Border House. It forms the northern valves around his house and confronts the great powers across the principality.

Speaking of the recent big news of that Enzensberger family, Miss Oliga, her direct daughter, would have married Prince Wang to become the next queen. If there is a smooth replacement for everything, the next generation of the Enzensberger family expands its influence considerably.

Politically, it is a feat that has fallen short of one or two steps, and the North is in a festive mood that it will be bright in the future.

But what does that have to do with the West?

"It seems that the nobles at our place fought over the seat of the Crown Princess with the people of the North. There's retaliation for losing, so I'm running to tighten my inner circle."

"Oh, are they gonna switch from loser to winning horse?"

Both the south and east have gained their own influence. Originally, the ruler around the western valves may take the pronunciation, take territory from the confused neighbors and take the rights and interests by force. But the uncle has chosen a policy of going directly to take influence in the country.

As a result, he caught plenty of controversy over the Crown Princess, besides losing to the Northern Valley.

The impact on Uncle Ruler and his surroundings is enormous.

There are no good western valves in the east, economically in the south, and politically in the north while the stretch is remarkable. Geographically, it's too much of a situation for a central or northern neighbor to try to change a faction, and it's a really delicious attack from other conspirators.

As a ruler uncle, I have to concentrate on tightening up the people under my influence and preventing extra twitching.

"I don't know, but you mean the royal palace, right? Busy over there, quiet in the west."

"It would be nice if it were quiet."

Whatever thoughts you greats have, if there is no war, no conflict, no civil war, it's a good thing.

It is a troublesome situation because as a mercenary corps I do not have a job, but as a resident of the West I can send my daily routine peacefully, ideally.

But Bamot shrugs his shoulders that things are not that simple.

"If the people up there turn their eyes to the king's capital and stay at their feet, the people under them will be bad. Lately, there are people coming to our tavern to collect liquor. There's nothing I can do about it because I don't want to be extravagant."

"You're no different."

A situation in which the top of the ruling class, starting with Borderline Uncle, is desperate to lose influence and take it back from the political conflict in the King's capital and its defeat. If we are to mitigate the effects of the conflict, it is still best to work in the Wang capital.

Among the pawns of the frontier uncle, it is the best who are sent to the king's capital. Excellent military personnel, competent officials, exceptional intelligence agents and serious soldiers. That's why they pull us from the west to the king's capital.

So what happens to the West full of leftovers?

Lazy military personnel, incompetent officials take responsible positions, both defense and control become monkeys, and insincere soldiers become rampant.

As a result, more people skipped work, bribed and wronged, and broke the law.

I just complained to the right people, and with all the laziness, bribery, and incompetence, there's no way they're going to properly investigate me. The good folk are still adults, and it is there to keep them out of trouble.

The night stops running, and the woman locks herself in the house. Kids will be hidden, and they will even refrain from spending money outside.

It would be a miracle if this made the economy better.

The real feeling that the gold is getting worse is that Bamot, the owner of the liquor store, also feels it on his skin. I also recognize that if you try Shiites, the people below will struggle with the laziness and incompetence of great humans. Because Shiites himself is a man orphaned by recession, injustice and war.

It doesn't change. Bamot shrugs his shoulders at the words of Shiites, who hears about his nostalgic hometown and doesn't hide his cynical grin.

"Sort of. How about you? Seems to be active."

When booze sucks even when we talk about a recession, water is directed at Shiites who seem to have a good economy.

In economic terms, he is undoubtedly the man in the heart of the most stretched house in the Kingdom of God today. Bamot asked Shiites that there would be one or two good stories about the economy.

"My goodness. We're on our right shoulder now. I'm treasured by the Admiral, too, and he's doing well with the boy. He calls himself the Baron's right arm."

Wahaha proud shiites.

Normally you have to listen to half the bragging about these taverns, no, discount to about 10%. If you seriously believe all the talk about the tavern, the kingdom of God will be filled with rare heroes born in 10,000 units, and hot, extinct good boys. There is no such convenient world.

But when it comes to Shiites bragging, it's true without a multiplier.

For Baron Mortairn Casserole, the Shiites squire is one of his best friends, while at the same time being an irreplaceable belly-hearted heart.

In evidence, even Pais has not been informed of all existence, and the back of the Mortairn family knows only Shiites and Koanthro among his men.

Shiites if you mean right arm. Koanthro if you mean left arm. When it comes to brains, Pais is the person who supports casserole.

"I hear rumors. Lately, the south has a better economy like an idiot. It's an enviable story."

You owe it to me.

"Say it."

Lightly spoken, the laughter leaks.

At the end of the day, bragging is the way to go, and humility and humility are not the place to be. Thoroughly boasting, and derogatory from all around. This is the breathing in the tavern.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Speaking of which, I have a baby. It's tough with my wife every day."

"What!? You were married."

Then again, the master marvels at the words that Shiites spilled.

I thought it was some kind of joke, but the tone of Shiites doesn't seem like it. I mean, I guess we're really talking about having a kid in Shiites.

About Shiites, who was a regular in the colorful city, your child, and a woman who brings a kid who doesn't know any horsebone, it's impossible. But it's a child who really knows what Shiites is talking about.

Blue sky thunderbolt. Exactly the reward of the astonishing earth.

The guy who's getting married insists that his head is crazy, and a person who would also be Peeker Shiites, who was singing his bachelor full of eyes, is raising him to be a kid even with his girth.

It would still be a believable story to be told that a spear will come down from the sky tomorrow.

"Does that surprise you?

"Because, you know, peeper shites. Hey, aren't you a regular upstairs at the tavern? You used to come to my wife. What kind of woman is your wife? How old are you? Is the kid a man or a woman? Don't you want to come back here?

That shiitz gossip. This is something you will never miss hearing again from the dawn folks. That's the momentum to dig roots, dig leaves, and whisk up to one of the capillary roots, a storm of questions.

Soon people will gather around them, and they will fly extremely rude with Oi Seriously, Lies, Where I've Grabbed You, Finally Bogus or Jizzy, etc.

"My wife is fourteen beauties."

"Die, shithead"

Although it is a divine kingdom with no age limit on marriage, it is meant to marry a postadult woman once and for all. In other words, the marriageable age starts at roughly thirteen. Appropriate age is about late teens for women. After the age of twenty, it is normal for a large number of women to be married.

Shiites is already an old man over forty. It is normal to imagine that even if I were to get a wife, I would be talking about her husband and a widow who died.

Getting a young wife is a story I'm really jealous of from the guys at the tavern. The younger you are, the better, etc., the coveted terms when it comes to thirteen or four between adults.

And sadly the number of men who prefer such young women can be said to be high there.

In other words, a woman named Fourteen Beauties, etc. can look for as many people as she wants to find someone to marry, so from a man's side, she's a highly competitive person.

If an old man over forty takes a highly competitive woman as his daughter-in-law, this is already criminal through jealousy.

I can't forgive you, Shebaki, knock him down, and this is another noisy jerk flying around. As for Shiites, who are accustomed to this kind of atmosphere, they respond with funny and hanging.

The master asked me to be quiet if I was going to kill Shiites, and Shiites sat back in his seat.

"I'm not going to die until my daughter gets to my wife safely. Look for your son-in-law if you can."

People, too, are things that change if they change.

He said that the birth of his daughter made him a really good father, so he took his daughter's son-in-law and would work him out as a successor.

"Is that the son-in-law of Peeker Shiites? It's awesome literally. If I go anywhere else, you'll never believe me."

"Maybe. I think I'm too happy right now."

Shiitz is married, and the other guy is a teenage beauty, and he has a daughter, and he's looking for a son-in-law.

Either way, it's a matter of people pointing out that they're too drunk within their peers.

It's just funny if you look at it from Shiites, who laugh a lot, and you can also understand that your buddies receive it that way.

"Knock."

Chang Xiaobamot, looking bitter, places the glass in front of Shiites and opens the stopper and pours the wine he brought from somewhere. It's an abusive pour, but I can only tell that I'm careful not to spill it.

"What the hell?"

Shiitz noticed. That the liquor served was a namesake that was kept secret by liquor lovers with the alias Evening Eve.

"It's my luxury. If you're all happy, it's a big celebration."

"I appreciate the extravagance from you. Isn't there going to be a war around tomorrow?

Unmatched liquor lovers luxury people to take care of. This is not an early thing.

"What the hell? If you pull it out, you're gonna lower it."

"Seriously. It would be our pleasure to drink out of luxury drinks."

"You don't seem to have forgotten about us."

As the same alcoholic companion, the peeper puts up a cup and drinks silently. Drinking expensive alcohol is a truly unpretentious way of drinking, but as a person at the beginning of dawn, this is the finest way of drinking thanks.

"Pfft. Ugh."

"Or so. If you're gonna complain about the extravagant booze, put a bullet in your head."

It is the Bamot on the top of the Buddha as usual, but it is respectful that the mouth is slightly nibbled.

Whatever it is, it's a pleasure to say that familiarity used to make you happy with your belt.

"It's been a long time since I've had a drink like this... but by the way, I have one interesting story to tell you."

"What?"

In such heartwarming heartfelt exchanges, Fujitsu speaks out with a serious face.

From here on out, that's why he's here, that's why he's here.

"Dawn people, why don't they all come to us?

Shiites' proposal once again wrapped the tavern in a hustle and bustle.