The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"Nobody on the committee knows the minimum cost of living that ordinary people need a week.

Let me explain briefly. Since we talked about horsemen, errand boys, and cooks earlier, the example of a servant would be appropriate.

Low-ranking users usually receive 1,000 dinars per quarter. It's about 330 dinars per month, and 82 dinars per week. Instead, the employee provides meals and accommodation.

But now the mansion has collapsed and is completely submerged.

The maids and servants didn't even get paid this quarter, but all they had was a suit. I have no belongings or places to go.

It costs 92 dinars per week to lie down on a mattress with straw in a row of third-floor beds. 2Dinar is the public space cleaning fee.

Bread is 6 dinar 8 coruna, tea leaves are 3 dinar 5 corona, butter is 5 dinar 3 corona, or sugar is chosen instead of butter. Taking both is a luxury.

In such an inexpensive room, you can't do the laundry by yourself, so the laundry cost is 11 dinars, and the lowest item used by cutting off the soap by weight is 3 dinars a day.

Soap is a must-have item. No one wants to use a black user under their fingernails with a smelly head.

The minimum cost of living this week is 121 dinars and 6 Coruna.

So, as previously planned, let's think about returning your patients' treatment to a free clinic and waiting.

A simple calculation shows that it's hard to last a week.

If it is difficult to maintain a clean appearance to stop by the employment agency, and if there is an aftereffect of not being able to immediately deal with the wound, a diligent and willing worker becomes a poor person lined up in front of the employment center.

How can you say that there is less damage to property without breaking this link? The amount may seem small to the members who run the country, but the extent of the damage is the entire life of each person.

It's different from the weight of a couple of mana stones taken out of the family coffers by an immature child, one of several mansions owned by a wealthy heir.

What is more urgent?

Respectful Chairman, please reconsider the priority of compensation for the loss of money and medical assistance for victims of the collapse of the mansion due to the Ether reaction."

Commerce Secretary Roald Verme tossed his bloated stomach. The buttons on the vest twitched like a burst.

The three princes were increasing the time to testify without a blink of an eye at the attacks of the commissioners who had been bribed by Verme.

Anyone can tell that the main character of the day was Arthur Riorgnan.

The number of journalists stuck to the audience increased to several, and even that eye-eyed member of the House, Geston Palach, was present.

A subcommittee on compensation for property damage, which no one pays much attention to, has already been placed in the center of attention.

That was bad news for Verme.

I can't believe this is happening.

'When did the third prince, who only knew the sword, make up this trick?'

This was an easy piece of bread to swallow for Verme.

Ma-soo's attack was a very recent occurrence that the insurance company did not compensate for.

The acting king, who recently gained huge resources from the T-flume mine monopoly, has not been as fussy about the Senate's budget execution.

Since he had his own, Verme judged that it was a tacit agreement to preserve the rights of the nobles.

Baron Goffman, who inherited the Nodus estate, was the largest Adamantium mine owner in the Speculum Duchy.

A person who rarely shows up called in person and told me that he would return the reward if he received it generously.

For Baron Goffman, who married a poor noble family and bought a title, Baron Goffman's mansion was a base that could not be lightly disposed of.

Since the only basis of legitimacy left behind by the false title has been lost, the government's compensation amount has become a unit of Baron Goffman's status.

It wasn't just a matter of money.

"It was a big deal of fun to deal with, but because of that thunderclap...!’

In the spring of last year, Verme failed to buy land that could benefit greatly from losing competition with some ghostly man, even though he knew of the development plan of the O'Reiles district.

The next time it was a golden opportunity, I could not blow my teeth in vain.

The Marquis Berme was the successor to a truly barren blacksmith, and his greed for money did not fade even after he went into politics after building his business.

It was Berme's own idea to increase the amount of compensation for the mansion by reinforcing the testimony that the damage to the mansion was terrible.

It was as if my foot had been cut with an ax.

He ordered Arthur to leave for now.

Instead of disturbing the sacred conference hall with a preface far from what the committee is dealing with, ask the church for help. Above all, witnesses are requested to exit."

The clerk's hand moved quickly.

As congressional guards approached Arthur, who was not moving from the stand after hearing the order to leave,

Pascaux's own masterpiece bit them with his hand.

"Wait, wait. Rod Verme, I have something to correct to Arthur. Your Highness, there's an unemployment subsidy, and if you say so, wouldn't you mislead the servants? As if the members of this committee were blinded by self-interest and changed the order of treatment and compensation….”

'You idiot!

Pascaux, who was very angry at Arthur's provocation, had to turn his speech back to the ferocious prince.

Verme regretted not sending Pascaux off with Arthur.

He was a half-naked prince who had remembered the long number without a note.

The blonde replied as if she was ready after grinning spitefully.

It was a natural and attractive attitude.

"Lord Pascoe, as you already know, unemployment benefits are only given to heads of households. Most of the maids and servants in the mansion are unmarried.

They don't have industry-wide interactions, and individual homeowners are more difficult to persuade than owners of the Great Department Store. Who's going to raise their unemployment benefits?"

Verme couldn't fix his crooked outer-eye glasses and opened his mouth wide.

His face was flushed with anger and astonishment.

But the expression Arthur was still making was a polite smile. Not to match what he just said.

Arthur was not looking at the immediate committee members, the old, greedy and customary.

His attention was focused on the rare seating direction of the audience due to the poor back of two wooden benches and even the back rest.

A keen sense of the six-level prosecutor looks at the audience's faces.

A trainee reporter in front of the audience scraps his notebook with a pencil. It's very urgent shorthand. The boy, who left at his request, also brings in several more reporters from other newspapers.

The shabby-clad member of the House of Representatives, who entered a little later after the meeting began, stood up with the back of the audience. He was trying to listen to the speech more clearly.

Isiel is still looking straight at his back with a burning look, like her hair color.

Arthur's words are for them.

Mate

Clapping, clapping, clap clap clap.

Clap clap.

A loud applause broke in between the tightly contested members of the committee and Arthur.

It started with one man's, but finally everyone standing in the audience gave a standing ovation and became a thunderous sound.

More and more people gathered in the audience room wondering what happened.

Berme shouted with a grimace.

"Silent! Keep quiet in the committee room. You will be checked out if you violate the regulations.”

A group of congressional security guards, who had been called in, pulled out of the audience, Geston Palach, who had been standing to the end.

He shouted.

'What's wrong with you, the prince said the right thing! Let the servants be treated first!’

Palach had a voice trained in street fighting when he was a student.

There was a rumble from the second floor where the committee room was located to the lobby. His voice was filled with laughter.

I couldn't help but laugh.

The establishment of the parliament and the committee's auditorium was an ordinance proposed by Geston Palach when he was the first first working-class first-term lawmaker in constitutional history. He ran for the presidency with the union's support and returned the entire fund immediately after his election.

As a result, Arthur's speech was able to gain so many listeners.

The adjournment was hastily declared.

Originally scheduled to end once, the compensation calculation meeting was extended to two sessions.

Verme was heartbroken.

As I covered up from my own line, things got bigger, and I didn't want to say anything to the king's deputy because I couldn't solve this small matter.

It was a dilemma. He led the committee members to the smoking room.

The youngest journalists and trainees, who had all the records, began to run toward the building. This is because the Dong, where each newspaper office is located, was outside the common people's garden.

It was not until the committee members, who stared at Arthur as if to kill him, left their seats before Isiel came.

"Good job, Mr. Arthur."

"Wasn't it too dramatic?”

"That's not true."

Isiel smiles for the first time since the night of the invasion of the Kishion self- She looked as vivid as a summer rose blooming in the tender rain of early summer.

Isiel Kishion is convinced that his choice is not wrong.

There were two terrible nights in 1892.

The first night.

the invasion of the Kishion.

The home of my birth and raised was destroyed, and the elderly soldiers, who seemed like family members, died in a way that even the bodies could not be recovered.

My father went through hardships. He was forced to remain silent after enduring an unfair insult. by the will to defend the border properly

The second night.

On that day, Clayo was buried in a pit of no honor at the prince's command, and was almost doomed to become dust with all the ether ripped off.

When I woke up from my cot after receiving the treatment of dean Jebedi, the two main species of eyes met with the doctor's office's consignment between them.

Arthur, who had a white face from the ethers, told Isiel calmly that he should swing the pen, not the sword.

Arthur, who explained plans to use Palach and other media outlets, added.

"You know it's never done by altruism."

"I know it's not just selfishness, Lord."

Isiel knew both sides of human history.

Arthur did not want to confront the Secretary of Commerce only for the rights and interests of the affected users. I just realized that it's not time to lie down anymore.

That's why he's her master.

The dark green eyes and low voice in the dark reminded Isiel of the days of the past.

'She was like that back in the day.'

When he first met the abandoned prince of the Summer Palace, the abandoned infant, his true nature was very different from the rumors.

The boy, who was as small as Isiel, did not want to be commuted even though he blocked the ruins of a village with his body.

For the purpose, Isiel can never forget the boy's alacrity, which he did not care about when his muddy hands burst into statues and his bones broke off in a pile of stones.

The boy spoke like a man holding a royal hall in a voice that could not reach his voice. It was as if it was natural to take care of one's territory.

Arthur was then picked up by Mietz and came among the people.

Time has passed like that.

I also remember when the warmth of sea ice was young in the blue-green eyes, which contained only hard-line, and the hard-eyed eyes that did not distinguish anything from other villages while looking down at the village they had rescued.

Those times created this man.

Now Arthur Riorgnan has become truly a worthy man to offer his allegiance and covenant.

There will be those who are better and those who are nobler. However, only those who know compassion among those who can claim succession to the throne.

My lord.

This is my king.

The news that Geston Palach was taken away by parliamentary security for a standing ovation on the Senate seat spread to pubs and coffeehouses in Sovereign.

Critics, journalists, Hosaga and university students were all busy emptying their glasses with snacks.

Less than three hours later, a copy of parliamentary records spread among people.

The so-called "Prince's Speech" was buried in food with the typist's departure from work, and was transferred from hand to hand.

The typists were also more sympathetic to the situation of the maid than the nobility, so they were cooperative in the distribution.

The Evening Star ran a front-page article titled 'The Prince of servants, horsemen and errand boys.'

At first glance, it was a disparaging argument, but the headline became a great topic even among ordinary people without voting rights.

Arthur Riorgnan.

A tall, dignified young man, a knight-spiritual who achieved amazing feats at an early age, and a prince who uses the accent of the common people with a legendary golden halo on his head.

Instead of wearing red robes and blue bands, the three princes wearing modest black jackets were a kind of royal family they had never dared to imagine.

He drew the attention of the Lundane political community at one go.

with a single speech