The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

What, this bucket of monogorilla? We have the second half of two meters.

The muscles are rough as well.

Besides...

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○ Iskandar

Status

-HP: S (99/100%)

-MP: E- (99/100%)

- Muscle strength: B (99/100%)

- Endurance: A + (99/100%)

-Magic Power: E (99/100%)

-Magic Endurance: A + (99/100%)

-Jun Min: C + (99/100%)

-Luck: C (99/100%)

- Drop: G- (99/100%)

-Intelligence: C (99/100%)

- Growth rate: B + (99/100%)

○ Gifts:

-Hero King's Shield

-Hero Hado

○ Title: King of Conquest

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My current status is almost equal to mine and holds two gifts. Existence itself is insane guy. Well, it's hard for me to talk about people, too.

"Sire, is this guy disrespectful?

The spear woman pointed her spear tip at me,

……

Iskandar does not answer the question of a blonde woman with a spear, and when she takes her gaze off me, she goes to the throne.

I had goosebumps a long time ago. Georg is sad, too. If a monster like this keeps his temper on national politics every now and then, he'll have no choice but to run national politics.

Iskandar takes the throne, and the woman with the spear and the man with the jaw choosen serve beside him.

A man with a Kaisel beard gave a salute to Iskandar,

"Starting now, we will begin the title award ceremony. Oscar Lanswick, Gray Ines Navarro, Gilles Carreras Previous"

Raise your voice.

What, Gilles? Was he called, too? But I couldn't see my face.

When I look over and step forward, my gaze hits a blue-haired woman. She turned her eyes against mine as she dyed her cheeks thin and peachy.

The appearance reminds me of one conclusion, even if it is not.

(Come on, could I make a big mistake?

"Oh, I think I finally realized that."

Ask yourself An angry voice that includes pity through the wrath of a wasting sword (murmur) echoing in my brain.

It's not awkward. What kind of face do I have to treat Gilles from now on?

While I'm forced to hold on to my upset feelings, I kneel one knee when I line up in front of Iskandar imitating Gilles and the others.

"Raise your face."

A voice echoing the powerful soul of Iskandar. When I look up, the man with the Kaisel beard takes the letter out of his nostalgia and starts reading it when it opens.

"Oscar Lanswick, you owe much to the Empire through the development of a number of life magic. Award this and award the Count 10 million G in gold."

The condition for acquiring the title of Empire is that where there are hereditary and martial medals, the meaning of this martial arts medal used to be purely meritorious on the battlefield, but the present emperor Georg tried to interpret it enlarged and give it even if it was close to merit, he said.

Most of all, it is still much easier to get credit on the battlefield. I guess the Oscars I got for life magic are pretty good.

"Thankful Happiness"

When I get up, I get a cloth bag and a batch of stuff from the guy with the Kaisel mustache. Perhaps that is proof of the title or something.

"Next, Gray Inez Navarro, accomplished a lot in the earlier undead raid. In addition, he decrypted some lost magic (Lost Magic) and was entrusted to a professor at the traditional College of the Great Knights of Magic. With these achievements we award the title of Viscount and 10 million Gs of gold"

"Ha! Thank you"

I just state that, stand up, go to the source of Kaisel's beard, receive a bag of cloth, a shield and an engraved batch of sword crest.

I don't want it at all on the inside, but this is what it's all about. I have no choice.

Return to the starting position and kneel. And then Gilles is awarded, and this farce is over. I'm going to have to make some regume for tomorrow's students, and when I'm done with it, I'm going home.

"Gilles Carreras, the movement to install hand pumps in wells throughout the Empire, the adoption of vitreous (glass) to buildings throughout the Empire and the discharge of water into the wilderness significantly improved the convenience of the Empire's life. By virtue of its merits, it awards the title of Associate Baron and 10 million G of gold"

It is also the result of Gilles' explosive growth in performance in recent years. I didn't know you'd win the title. Gilles seems to have had a complex on the throne all along, and I think this will blow it off.

Incidentally, while hereditary assault is not recognized in principle unless it is male, it is also recognized by women for the time being for martial arts medals (merits). If Gilles is a woman, this is the only way to get the title.

Thank you for your kind words.

Standing up, picking the tip of the dress and thanking her, she goes to Kaisel's beard, receives 10 million G of gold, returns to her original place, and kneels down.

All right, that concludes the ceremony safely.

"Now let's have a title award ceremony -"

The declaration of termination of the gentleman of Kaiserbeard,

"You're a woman who excelled in business with a fast head spin. A woman of unprecedented sorts."

blocked by such ominous words of His Majesty Iskandar.

In the noisy hall, the sight of the emperor was pointed, as if even by ordinance, and Gilles drew his jaw.

"Woman, did you say Gilles or something?

"Yes......"

Gilles nods with a voice that's going to disappear.

"You're just now in the other side room."

Next time the whole hall is surrounded by noise like bugs are ringing.

From this way of surprise, it doesn't seem that the emperor simply likes unmatched women. Then it's no bother.

"That Boyne Boyne lady is a noodle!!"

The voice of the depressing criticism of the Sword Waste (Mullah) is heard as an illusion so that it is surrounded by hustle and bustle, but shuts it down in any way thereafter.

"But I..."

I wonder how upset you are. Gilles' words are from when he was dressed as a man.

"Your Majesty, anything is too abrupt."

When Siege gave out the help boat, he moved his eyeballs from Gilles to Siege for the first time,

"We also need a king who excels in commerce. If the rest and the seeds of the woman, let them be excellent kings."

This guy is serious. It's not to satisfy your libido, it's not to have a perverted taste for women. Make a strong and wise king. Just for that matter, I'm serious about saying such crazy things.

"Your Majesty, on the boulder it is..."

"Sieg, do you disagree with the rest of the words?

"Yes, no, not like that!

Even that Zeke is like this. Wouldn't it be impossible for this monster to deal with him?

"It is the birth of His Majesty the King's sideroom for the first time in more than a decade! This is eye-catching!!"

On the occasion of Siege's fall, others mimic it when one of the Gatekeeper nobles raises his ecstasy on one side of his face and raises his voice.

In a whirlpool of joy, as Iskandar creaked his jaw, the woman with the spear approached Gilles without even hiding her uncomfortable face,

"Admitted by His Majesty. Busy. But it's an order, and I can't help it. I'll show you. Follow me."

Grabbing Gilles' right arm tries to pull him hard.

"Crap."

Gilles is my benefactor and one of my few friends. The significance of making that girlfriend's life crazy until she grows up is not great.

"Nope."

[Explosive thread] restrains the body of the spear woman and throws it quite seriously to the wall.

"Become!?"

The spear woman spun at high speed and was slapped from her face by a stone wall. Their physical abilities are, on average, C +. To this extent, I get one scratch.

"Well, I thought you were just a boring kid, but didn't you?"

"You!!"

rise out of the rubble, to the fiercely high spi,

"Spi, be modest"

Quiet, but life flies without saying whether or not.

"Ha!"

Agh, the spear woman on her knees - Spi.

Iskandar gets up and slowly comes down to me.

"I get everything I want for the rest. I have done that before, and I will continue to do so."

"If you can do it, you can try it."

Put your left palm up and I'll make a call.

"Repeated disrespect for Your Majesty! I won't forgive you!!"

The woman with the spear bleeds both eyes and drives with the spear tip pointed at me,

"You idiot. I'm not gonna let you."

A blonde beauty in a yellow dress that appeared like smoke - a hatch prevents that red spear with long left hand nails.

A man with a dictated jaw who saw it kicks up the ceiling as he leaps at high speed and spins in the air, marching toward the hatch. A man with a choked jaw enters range and tries to tap his right fist into her head, but is inhibited by a black thread.

"No!?"

From all directions, the yarn tangled at high speed, but the man with the jaw decided, immediately flew back and forth, escaping captivity.

"Dear Lord, please allow me to kill both of these idiots!

The hatch dyes its eyes golden when it licks its long nails.

"Please give us your orders. All the nasty big fat bitches in there will disappear from the world without a single fragment of the cell."

As if to respond to the words of a spy, a number of blackish threads are strewn in the air that do not seem like a joke.

In contrast to the hatch and the spy, the red-haired woman Spi holds a red colored spear while lowering her center of gravity, and the man with a choked jaw also cringes both fingers.

"Medium, good minister"

Iskandar speaks praiseworthy words, even as he raises his mouth angle.

"Yours too."

This is nothing but rhetoric. Both the red-haired spear woman Spi and the jaw-decided man are relative to both the hatch and the spy who got the title of [Remember], albeit bent. As a person in this world, it's just the strength of breaking. Above all, they asked about their maddening loyalty to the main Iskandar. The perversion of this hand never betrays the Lord, no matter what.

"You, what's your name?

He's been asking for my name.

"It's Gray Ines Navarro. You weren't listening?

"No. Your taste (...) name."

I knew it. Iskandar, ten, eighty-nine, this guy is the same former Earthlings as me. Well, so much so that even Sieg hasn't noticed, and he's a reincarnator because his origins seem clear. Don't really run into this guy a lot lately. It's like an Earthlings bargain sale.

I don't see the point in answering that.

Iskandar laughed with his nose even strangely in my reply,

"I sincerely disgust the rest of the inferior people who do not contain the rest of the blood. Your flesh is a filthy inferior, but only your soul is of the same kind."

I assure you so.

Does it not contain Iskandar blood? Indeed, in the long history of the Empire, it seems that marriage to the Imperial Family is centered on the Gateway nobility, and it doesn't mean that if we replace his blood with the blood of the Imperial Family, it will be out of bounds.

But that theory is exactly what authorises the royal chickens who laid it with an egg called Iskandar. I end up talking about exactly where the eggs go first or the chickens go first.

"What's so annoying about being together?"

Kind of unscientific superstition, such as the determination of superiority or inferiority by descent. Indeed, it is admitted that genetic traits make a difference in physical abilities, etc. But it's not superiority, it's just difference. It is not power or brains that dominate the world, but knowledge.

Daily blood and sweat efforts by politics, economics, clothing and shelter, countless people take over to the next generation, and the next generation elevates it to even new knowledge. A man's civilization is such a great mass of the Orphans.

And it has always been these paranoid dictators who have obstructed the evolution of that great science. It is extremely unpleasant, such as the same kind of dust scraps.

"Borderline barbarians and other inferior extremes. I tried to take away everything and crush it in pieces, but I changed my mind a little bit. Show your kung fu and strength with this farce at Magic Instruction College. Then I will wash away that inferior blood."

Oh, come on, washing it off, I mean...

"Unfortunately, Your Majesty, does that mean that you will allow Sir Grey to marry the royal family?

The whole hall is filled with noise, like a hive, in the caged language of some fever of Sir Horus.

Of course, all of that is negative about the sanity of the military secretary.

"If Gray shows any more merit and strength, he will give me Lillinor, my grandson, who will inherit my blood in colour"

Now it's time for a screaming and stunned voice to echo my ears.

"I don't care if they say so..."

I'm not kidding! Try that. That emperor will be my father-in-law, right? Any more headaches will be forgiven.

"What? Are you unhappy in Lillinor? How about the rest of the youngest daughter, Olivia?

"Unfortunately, His Highness Olivia has already just entered into a marital relationship with His Highness the First Prince of the Kingdom of Bitsley. Now on the boulder..."

A man with a Kaisel beard rushes into a halt, but is silenced by the glance of Iskandar.

"The rest of the words are absolute."

That's all he said, and that noisy hall quiets down as soon as possible.

"Don't take it personally. First of all, to the extent that you are married to the royal family by your reasoning, there is nothing left to do with that inferior blood. Didn't I?"

"Make a child with Lillinor or Olivia."

Again, the hall made noise as if it had been attacked by a whirlwind.

"Damn muscle mastery!! I'm not kidding!! The Lord is my..."

The hatch cried out loudly,

"It's all master, it's rubbing! Non also muffled with the princesses!

and a wasted sword screaming if you're a tear.

"So why would it be?

I can't follow Iskandar's twisted thoughts at all. I don't care, this guy's flying too fast.

"Lillinor and Olivia inherit the rest of the blood in color. The two daughters' children have no deception. Then you will have the rest of your blood."

In short, because the child will be royal, my blood, which will take over that blood, will also be an excellent lineage? Again, the theory of 'eggs first or chickens first'.

I understand now that it is thin. This guy and I have too much common sense to base ourselves on in the first place.

For the emperor, a country or a governor is probably something that governs and strengthens in the lineage of his salabretto. Not very much, but not contemporary thinking. Medieval, no, it's a lot more of a past idea than that.

"Get along nicely."

Even if I stay here any longer, I feel like trouble will strike me by forming a detachment party. It's time to beg from this occasion.

You can't leave me in front of a beast like this on a boulder. I softly hug Gilles, who has lost her hips.

"Huh!?"

Gilles frightened herself, but she came across my neck. I guess it was pretty scary because it shivered its whole body in small pieces. If you do poorly, you may have been deprived of your chastity for unscientific reasons. I don't know if I can do it.

Walk out, but stop and look back over your shoulder.

"Oh, yeah, don't get your hands on this woman."

"Well, can't you give me a minute to order anything else?

Both eyes of Iskandar glow suspiciously.

"That's right. Get your hands on it and I'll smash you to pieces by the end of your skin."

I thought I'd be furious, but Iskandar laughs out loud.

"Fine. Grey, at the dawn when you become the rest of your blood, the woman will give it to you too."

In the first place, Gilles wouldn't be yours. Talking to this beast (Iskandar) gives me a headache.

"Really, you're a good man to talk to."

"Wish me a good fight"

While I remember the emptiness as if I were speaking to a beast, I follow the hall.