Sweet Reincarnation

In the royal castle in the heart of the Wang capital, daily affairs are solemnly carried out.

From farming and engineering, or the day-to-day business of commerce and law, to matters that suddenly pop in. Many court nobles worked as bureaucrats and supported the country.

A man in the highest position among such court aristocrats. Home Affairs Letter Marquis Siebert. He, who presides over internal affairs in the Three-Power, was summoned by the Lord to serve, knocking on the office.

"Your Majesty, this is for you."

"Oh, Marquis Siebert. I waited."

Inside the lavish office was a man dressed in luxury goods, no less than an interior full of luxury goods.

It is King Carison of the Kingdom of God.

In originally counting the thirteenth generation of the kingdom of God, the former king often basically entrusted most of his affairs to his men. Just try to calculate everything, and most things go around fine.

But at the same time it invited subordinates to sideline. It called for a situation in which the king's life would be disrupted and, finally, a civil unrest, which, multiplied by the invasion of other countries, endangered the country.

In spite of such experiences, Carison thoroughly sought to strengthen his royal authority, externally taking on a policy of cohesion but also strengthening internal controls, solemnly by putting in place a system of centralisation. It was once the right of subordinate nobility to appoint, which was commonplace by the high nobility, or it took up the right to buy and sell goods given to it by the royal family on its own. All the nobles were appointed kings, and the royal gifts were allowed to be bought and sold. This has succeeded in preventing local nobles from forming their own forces and from using royal authority to earn gold.

Furthermore, many policies were discontinued, such as making marriages between high-ranking aristocrats permissive, strengthening royal prestige and increasing real power.

As a result of those numerous measures, the verdict, which until now had been verbally completed, had also become a document, and it was incumbent upon the King's work to increase.

The Marquis bowed his head with respect to the king, who was still canned today and in the office.

"At any time upon His Majesty's command. So, how did you do?

It's a good old marquis there, but I don't disrespect you in front of the king. While the king sits and works, he stands and talks with his spine stretched out.

"Um, actually, the petition arrived via Kadrecek. About Mortairn."

"Are you Baron Mortairn?"

Speaking of Baron Mortairn, it is such a famous house that there have been no rumourless days lately. As for the internal affairs of the coordinator of all things, you have doubled your work, and the hundred or two of the complainants are the people you want to bump into. If you can write your complaint down in a letter, the length of parchment you need must exceed the length of the hallway.

A petition that can be picked from a field that only plants such trouble. I don't care what happens, it doesn't seem like a normal plea, but if it was deliberately delivered via the Duke, there's no way I wouldn't ask.

"Oh, it's about the big guy."

"Dragon, is it"

The Marquis is also aware of the recent crusade of the Dragon by the Souss of the Mortairn family. I am familiar with this only because I was consulted by Carison on the consideration of whether I could do a parade by deciding to move on an order from the Royal Family even if I managed to follow it up, and whether I could do something about it that the Royal Family had also chewed a piece. Sometimes the rumors spread early as a result, and it became a story that it would not be possible to follow the boulder now. I have enjoyed all night in the year when wrinkles are engraved on my face, but to this extent it is a mid-level complaint of parchment.

"Oh. The Mortairns are asking permission to devote the skull of the Great Dragon to the royal family as well as sell it in Wang Du for other things"

"Are you selling it!!

A dragon crusade or something is an extra-large martial arts medal. The Marquis thought it was a martial arts tradition that was told to his descendants, and as a testament to that, the dragon was to be stripped and decorated. In fact, all the nobles in the internal affairs system should think so. In this respect, it would be like a habit of internal affairs thinking that is difficult to accomplish such a feat as can be called a handicap and wants a noticeable performance in anyone's eyes.

Home affairs jobs with a lot of backward work, such as detailed coordination, various confirmations, or various investigations.

If you've ordered me to arrange for when and by what up there, find out if I can get it, go through the buying process within the budget, and be careful until things arrive. If delivered properly, make payments from within the budget, see if they were properly executed, and record them.

Things go all the way. At this rate, without mistake, steadfastness, and certainty is what internal affairs require.

Routine work every day and every day. That is why people in the internal affairs system have more or less an admiration for what is called glamorous and brilliant activity.

In that regard, the military system that always prepares for things is different. When a soldier does a glorious job, he struggles alone in a disadvantage on the battlefield, or he engages in a spark-scattering battle with his awesome opponent, and anyway, he's back-to-back with a pinch that doesn't have enough lives. It is a natural idea to want to be spared such things as glorious activity, and it is the peaceful state of nothing that I sincerely desire. That is the heart of a military aristocrat.

Sell evidence of great activity, called dragons. The Marquis found it oddly convincing that this must be an idea that came out because he was a military nobleman.

"That's right. I mean the stage where we're still rooting in secrecy, but the ears are already starting to move."

"I guess. Let's decide to whom and what to sell."

What is limited in supply and high in demand is advantageous to the seller. Besides, if it's a sale of a single item that everyone wants, this is a situation where the seller's side of the story can already be perfectly put through.

Even a few celebrities want personal belongings and give money. Think of it, a dragon or something like that is a trophy a real hero has acquired, a treasure that can be loaded with any amount of money if you take it to the person you want. A substitute you can be proud of if you even get one of your nails, one of your scales. Unlike selling drops that fatalists accidentally get, if there were to be a number and quality that came together like this one, it would be more embarrassing not to get one.

Speaking of money, nobility. They are stunning.

What happens if you don't have dragon material?

If you had money, why didn't you buy it? Maybe you didn't have the money? It's about you even though we all have it. Pu dull. And this is what happens.

Modern elementary school students can have situations that all their friends have but not just themselves. Can what would also be aristocracy sit back on a situation that it does not have?

Humans who dictate dragon material are sure to gain a great deal. Whoever you sell it to is an important story.

"I mean, I haven't decided."

"Haven't you decided? Deciding to sell it, is it?

"That's right. They say the Mortairns are considering selling it in auction form."

"It's going to be a mess again."

Auction. It's also called an auction, but it's one of those selling methods where the buyer puts a price on it, not the seller side that sells things.

If there is more than one buyer side and the seller side supply is limited. Especially commonly used when selling a single point.

It is said to be an auction because the buyer makes them compete when putting a price on it, and the seller sells the item to a buyer who puts a high price on it. Since the story around here is on a common sense level, I will not confirm it as a marquis either.

Now, the Trouble-loved Mortairns are going to stir up competition. Whatever it is, it's no wonder.

"Oh. So it is the Kadreček family's request that the National Army be turned to security"

"I think it's a legitimate demand as a thing to control the National Army..."

The Central Army is also responsible for policing the Wang capital.

If confusion is expected in the Wang capital, it is only natural duty to prepare in advance.

The Mortairn family goes out to sell dragon material. That's at the auction, too. I'm pretty sure the Wang capital will be rough, so I guess I'll give the dragon's head as a nuisance fee. It's good to use the hunted animal's head as an ornament as a hunting trophy, and if it's also the head of a dragon, it's perfect for dedicating it to the royal family.

As a royal family, it is also a significant contribution if there is some hassle. For example, if a foreign dignitary came, showing the dragon's skull would definitely surprise you, and it would be a lube to facilitate the relationship as a conversation story. You would hesitate to blow a war on a country where there are people who can defeat the dragon, and you would be put on something and at a glance.

It is more than the only substitute for financial value.

"As for the budget needed to move the army, don't come and change with Dailong's head. As a royal family, I decided to issue permission. The problem is…"

"Economic turmoil, I guess"

"That's right. That's why I called you."

Carison called the Marquis because there was nothing resentful about the Mortairns or anything to include in the Kadreček family. Very simply, because it was most appropriate for me to be consulted.

Even though the Marquis is old, he is not the head of the Home Secretary to Dada. Immediately guess what the king wants to say.

"Right. Urgent measures will be needed. First of all, there will definitely be a crushing house."

"Mmmm... still?"

The Mortairn family sells dragon materials in Wangdu. This is no big deal when it comes to confusion. Although it is a rare commodity, there will therefore be a connection, but the disturbance to that extent does not fall within the confusion. Once upon a time, a single item of full-body armor had been sold made by a certain great nobleman to a well-known craftsman. It was a battlefield seizure, but this was also sold in Wangdu, which became a major topic at the time. There are past precedents, so I'm not talking about selling anything special.

The problem is in that the selling method is an auction, an auction.

If we conclude, at a time when this story is widespread as a fact, the Wangdu economy will be devastated at its worst. Furthermore, if the Wang Du economy is the only one, the economy of the Kingdom of God could still collapse.

People who think they're stupid don't understand the horrors of the economy.

"They say the most popular is dragon blood."

"Is it blood?

"You almost certainly seem to have the power to heal the wound. Whether or not you can cure your illness is an unknown finding."

"That again. There seems to be a lot to want."

Dragon material. That too, suppose there's something like blood out there that has the power of "healing" to hear rumors. The person you want is rotten. It is unlikely that the winning price will fall below the gold coin. Rather, it will be at the level of how many hundred gold coins will be needed.

An auction is a beating with gold. Harsh survival competition auctions when people with a lot of money kick and kick off people who don't and get what they want. We only have two choices: whether we can get it or not. It is also a brutal reality, where only the amount of money means things.

If you assume a competitor for a bid, the more money you have at your disposal, the better. First auction in history. There is no such thing as an assumed winning bid price, which cannot be expected. If an anxious person really wants to win a bid, it's only natural that they want to be full of eyes and ready.

I mean, everybody. Everyone he collects cash out. The people who were lending money would run out to collect it openly, and there would be a drastic decline in the number of new people who would lend it. Purposeful merchants and others also liquidate receivables and raise cash. And the increase in cash demand will create a chain of liability liquidation.

The value of cash rises all at once. And what happens is financial contraction.

Prices fall if the amount of gold that goes out into the city decreases, falling prices call for falling wages, and falling wages call for falling consumption.

If this were temporary, it would still be. The horror of financial contraction, however, lies in the fact that contraction calls for contraction once it begins to contract.

"Can't you buy it up in the country beforehand? Besides cash if you can."

"And will the royal family make it total? The royal family will buy resentment all over the country. Even if the economy is good, we'll be on the lookout for a coup next time."

A situation in which one seller's addition or subtraction creates happiness creates a stigma. If that is to resell, the jealousy directed against the profitable royal family is strong.

It's like buying up a mask and reselling it for a high price. I don't care what you think.

Then resentment and jealousy should be directed at the buyer, not the seller. That's why they sell it at auctions. That's where the Mortairns aim too.

People who could not be sold resent the seller because the seller has the right and decides who to sell it to in one lump sum or one lump sum. If you turn it into an auction, the resentment of the person you couldn't buy goes to the person you could buy, that is, other than the seller.

Because I know that, I can tell you that the royal family is bad at buying everything away.

"Then we need the means to recover the cash from Mortairn somehow"

The Marquis affirmed that.

Cash is only concentrated in the Mortairn family.

What needs to be done is legal and reasonable means of cash recovery. Or an increase in cash production.

"... if you're that heretic, maybe you've already hit the cure?

"No way"

Impossible.

I couldn't say enough about a word that was supposed to be a joke, because neither the King nor the Marquis could have stuffed the thought of maybe.