The reborn aristocrat is ambitious! "You've got pretty good status, give em to me"

(yes or no)

Returning to Wellrod territory, Isaac was sprinkled with thought and convinced by himself on his way to Morgan's office.

Isaac said, "Isn't my great-grandfather Jude a reincarnator, too?" I've wondered.

"All the excellent generations in the Wellrod family are reincarnated, and they excel because of their knowledge of previous life," he said.

But I found that to be different.

Isaac was so sure for a reason.

- Too ambitious.

God of plots everyone fears.

Yet he did not sow and confuse the seeds of civil unrest inside the kingdom, multiplying them and taking over.

I lived only as a kingdom aristocrat and did not show a bare gesture of betrayal until the end.

Even if you're not as talented as Isaac, there's enough people out there to go for the bottom line.

If you have a plot like Jude, everyone should definitely be taking over the country.

- Even if you are talented, you do not aim to seize the throne.

In other words, my great-grandfather Jude was a man of common sense, not going beyond his framework as a kingdom nobleman.

I guess you didn't think about betraying me.

If you're a reincarnator, you shouldn't be able to tolerate the opportunity to gain power before.

It is convincing to think that I am just a "person in this world" who has been desperately learning and striving because I have become a trail for an excellent generation.

(Well, that's more awesome)

No bottom-up of intelligence by memory of previous life.

Nonetheless, a monster that retains its name in the history of the modern kingdom only because of what it has learned in this world.

I'm sure if you let me see your face, you'd be leaking too much shouben of fear and crying out.

Isaac is horrified that he's glad he's dead.

At the same time, I felt sorry for him.

(Lead kingdom your ancestors have protected.... I'll take it. Forgive me. It's confusing anyway, okay)

Pamela is killed by a foolish prince.

Maybe the Marquis Windsor family will be crushed as well.

Then use that mess to help Pamela and take over the throne.

Isaac joins his ancestors in his heart and begs forgiveness for crushing the royal family that his ancestors have protected.

While I was thinking about it, I got to the front of my grandfather's office.

There are no people around waiting to see you.

Other aristocrats have prioritized the processing of documents while away.

First of all, if you clean up your job, you'll be told to "do your job," and it's counterproductive to ask how you're feeling.

Isaac was also just fine because he was after people when they weren't around.

I can feel it interrupting just waiting to see you.

Nevertheless, I don't like waiting in order to get my surroundings to pay attention.

I thought maybe we should talk after work, but I could have expected Lucia and Margaret to disagree with what we were going to do.

I tried to get permission from Morgan, my lord, and Randolph, my lord's deputy, first so that I could push it off even if I was opposed.

Isaac knocks on the door.

I heard a response from inside and the door opened.

"Is that it? Dear Isaac, what's wrong with you?

"Francis, good luck leaving this time"

Isaac hands over a bouquet of flowers to a secretary called Francis, who is opening the door.

It is important to do these things on an ongoing basis.

"I got him, why don't I have him?" and I have trouble being dissatisfied.

"Thank you for taking the time. Could it be that you came for this?

To Francis asking the question, Isaac shakes his head and answers.

"I have this too, but I need to talk to your grandfather and your father about something important"

"Really?"

Francis looked back inside the room.

Randolph is now taking over as Lord's deputy.

They used to line up their desks like Isaac did when he visited this room.

Unlike last time, Randolph sat in the lord's chair and Morgan taught him from the side.

By letting him sit in the lord's chair, I guess he's going to make him feel as a lord, albeit surrogate.

But now their gaze is pointing this way and their hands are stopped.

"I don't mind. Come in."

Morgan encourages him to enter the room.

Isaac came all the way to this room.

If you chase me back here saying "no, I'm busy," I'm wondering what I'm here to talk to you about and I can't get the job done.

It might be a better experience for Randolph as a lord to hear it first.

If you think so, the option to drive back was gone from Morgan's midst.

Isaac enters the room and stands in front of Randolph.

"I'm sorry to bother you at work. I came for a favor. Could you please listen to me?

Isaac gazed at Randolph and Morgan and finally moved his gaze to the door leading to the next room.

The talking room next to the office.

It's a thick door there, so I can't hear the story inside leaking outside.

Isaac said with a gaze that he wanted to talk in the talking room.

This is not for me.

It's for Randolph.

Randolph has a rounded face when he says to his five-year-old, "It's an achievement to support your father," etc., in front of the clerks.

It's not good to embarrass you in public.

His pride is greatly scratched.

Isaac has also been through this in his previous life.

The manager was especially terrible when he worked at the tavern.

If you fail, it will be in public, but it will yell and scatter.

And employees who can be scolded in public are also taken lightly by student part-time workers.

I didn't want my father to think that, so I wanted to talk to him where the clerks weren't.

"If it's no trouble, talk to me here."

But Randolph didn't get that thought.

If it is in a public place, there is no need to come to the office and talk about it.

Instead of private time, I guess I received that it would be a good idea to talk in public about being here during work.

"It's not easy..."

Isaac had trouble wasting his own consideration.

Because when they say this, we can't talk in a separate room anymore.

If you ask for a story here in a separate room, the clerks might think something nasty happened to you.

Such an assessment will echo later.

I chose words to some extent, but I was prepared to "hurt my father somewhat”.

"Let us freely buy and sell Tilly Hill iron ore at 100kg per month, locally. Anyway, I'd like permission to go out."

"Huh?"

Randolph is surprised.

No, it was everyone who was here.

Morgan is out of line.

"I wonder why you thought of that... Tilly Hill iron ore isn't good, is it?

"Yes, I know"

Wellrod territory, Tilly Hill, a mining city in the east.

The city, with its small, high hills, is roughly four days away by carriage from the territorial capital.

This was a small city to call a city and a big half city to call a village.

Even though there are mines, there are reasons why they are so subtle in size.

Ore output in the Kingdom of Lead is accounted for by more than 90% mined in the territory of the Marquis Wallick.

Because it has excellent reserves, iron content, etc.

Iron ore calculated in Tilly Hill has a slightly lower iron content and does not yield anything commensurate with the effort.

It is cheaper to purchase steel-made items from Wallick Marquis territory than to be forced to mine them, considering labor costs and other expenses.

The mines are still being maintained in case of an emergency.

It is only insurance for when there is a disaster and it is no longer available for purchase from the Marquis Wallick territory.

- Hire people who can dig pits and maintain mining techniques.

Tilly Hill iron ore of no further value.

Why does Isaac tell you to let me go free?

I didn't know who I was alone.

"Your father told me not to speak like a child who had never earned his own money about the Braak Chamber of Commerce. So I thought I'd start by building a track record."

Randolph looks at Isaac's words.

I didn't expect a young child to think about making their own money.

It makes me a little uncomfortable, as if it were a hit on me.

"I don't know why...... Wouldn't it be better if that kind of thing got bigger?

At the very least, five more years could have been considered if they were getting older.

It's not something a child would say if he was still sweet to his mother.

But Isaac has a reason not to wait.

"No, I can't wait. Dennis at the Braak Chamber of Commerce tried to trick your father! Put it into your father's personality, don't you already have a hundred million leads? You will continue to deceive your father."

Isaac talks by holding his fist.

By contrast, Randolph is confused.

"But I tried to make amends with my apology. I've shown good faith, so that must have been some kind of mistake. People make mistakes. It's not a good idea to keep blaming your mistakes forever."

Randolph teaches Isaac the truth.

If we cut only what happened then, this idea is not wrong.

"No. Dennis was clearly malicious. I read that your father said the refund was useless, and he offered to refund it."

Behind Isaac's brain, he was reminded of a fraud who deceived Al Capone.

- I borrowed money when I said I would invest, and the principal I failed to invest but lost came to collect the gold and return it.

By doing so, he liked "I couldn't make any money, but he's an honest guy who came to pay me back properly" and was rewarded.

In fact, he said he borrowed money and didn't invest, he just returned the money as it was.

Dennis did the same thing.

Sell the scumbag gems in the bundle of three sentences and receive 100 million leads.

And then, a month later, I hung out to give Randolph his money back.

This alone led me to believe that Randolph was a man I could trust Dennis with.

Unlike Al Capone, there is a good chance that he will continue to be deceived.

You can't overlook that.

Some say it is worse to be deceived in the world.

But Isaac thinks it's worse to cheat.

A society where people like Randolph are never deceived is better determined than a society where people have only giggly relationships because they doubt when they will be deceived.

"Let me help my father," Isaac said as a first step, cementing his resolve.

"I love your father. So I can't wait to be cocked by Dennis. Give your father a chance to make a track record so he can believe my words and be vigilant against Dennis."

Isaac bows his head deeply.

so that serious thoughts may be conveyed.

And as just a few apologies.

It's not just about helping Randolph, it's about "taking the opportunity to fund his activities," he's targeting two birds with one stone.

That was just a little distressing.

"Isaac......"

Randolph was surprised not to see any more words coming out of his mouth.

I never thought I'd let my young child worry so much.

Instead, Morgan mouths out from the side.

"Isaac, how are you going to make a profit with iron ore? Iron ore is before iron is made. Even with 100kg of that stuff, I wonder if it will lead 100,000. It's about your penny."

Such a small amount is not enough.

Achievements require you to make bigger amounts of money.

"That's right -"

Isaac turns to the other side of the desk.

And then he asks Randolph and Morgan to lend him an ear, and he hears them both.

"I'm thinking..."

"Oh my God!

"Where did you learn to do that!

To their astonishment, the clerks who pretended to be working pay attention.

I can't help but wonder what I was hearing.

"I remember seeing your grandfather in the King's Capital. This is also within the limits of legality, right?

Isaac replies with a smile.

"Certainly not a bad thing. But it's not what kids think..."

Morgan holds his head.

Without knowing it, reflect on what has made my lovely grandson remember what he doesn't want.

My son says he's cute growing up, but instead of growing up on the run, he's warping.

Randolph was holding back around his eyes if he was feeling dizzy.

"Besides, I believe this also has the effect of setting up moxibustion at the Braak Chamber of Commerce. Would you allow it?

"Mmm."

Morgan roars.

I feel like letting you do it.

But there's a strong feeling that we shouldn't let them do it any more.

This is because Isaac is still young.

I was worried about going back and forth four days one way.

"Can't it be a deal here?

Therefore, propose safety measures.

It's normal to think that you don't have to bother doing business locally.

If there's a problem, Isaac's not normal.

"No. We do it locally, which is why it helps to set it up."

That said, I was feeling signs that Morgan wasn't going to forgive me yet.

(I didn't really want to use this hand, but I had no choice...)

There was resistance to the way he was forced to drink the suggestion, but Isaac swallowed it once and never opened his mouth to his will.

"My grandfather was in the king's capital, and he told me that if I wanted to be fulfilled, I would do it. Isn't this what you want to be fulfilled?

"Mmm, that's right..."

Morgan can swim his eyes, "Did you still remember that?"

The day I met Pamela, I was saying a lot to make Isaac give up Pamela.

That's when I said, "If you want to be fulfilled, I'll be fulfilled. But Pamela can't," he said.

If they bring that part up, it's hard to say no.

"Okay. Instead, we'll have enough escorts and caregivers around us. And it's like giving up and resting when you're sick."

"Thank you!

Morgan broke.

"Is it good, Father?

"I don't mind. But this is the only thing that's so lame about it."

"Yes!"

I want to say no from Randolph.

But there are so many more reasons to overturn it than Morgan, who is the current owner, has given permission.

Just “because I'm anxious as a father," then you won't be able to admit it.

"... Isaac. That's all I ask."

Morgan turns from a distressed look to a serious face.

And stare into the eyes of Ji and Isaac.

It's like trying to see through the back of your mind.

"Is it Jude, my father, or the rebirth of other ancestors?

From Isaac's point of view, too ridiculous a question.

But it was believed that there were spiritual things like that in this world.

"No, you don't. I'm me. Grandpa."

Isaac has a previous life.

But not Jude, not your ancestors.

It was a true, untrue word.

Feeling it, Morgan exhaled deeply and stroked Isaac's head to do it.

"Right. I'm sorry about that. Prepare references and trading permits as soon as possible."

"Thank you"

Isaac bows.

And then he left the room saying, "Good luck with your work," to Randolph and the others.

Morgan comforts Randolph.

"Randolph, you're hard. My father kept my head down, but you're in a position to stick it up from the bottom."

Morgan had an excellent father and was compared to his father as his son.

In contrast, Randolph will have an excellent son and be compared to his son as a father.

It was obvious which was harder.

"... I still can't beat you either."

Randolph said, but given the matter of the Braak Chamber of Commerce, he already felt he was in a position to be followed by Isaac.

He's only five years old.

But I'm not in a hurry.

As a lord, because I haven't lost yet.

He seems to be losing when it comes to intelligence, but life experience is different.

If you live long enough, the height of what you've piled up is different.

What came in that pile was important as a lord.

Administration isn't sweet enough to push things along with talent alone.

We must not just propose policies, but also act as coordinators.

Without that experience, we can't govern smoothly or anything.

(... Let's make a difference now)

Even Randolph is not a child.

I know how brutally the difference between talent makes.

I knew the day would come to be overtaken not so far away.

In the meantime, I was going to learn exactly what I needed as a lord from Morgan and expand my lead a little bit.

To delay the day one day when Isaac will overtake me, to preserve my majesty as my father.