From Kuforte, heading northwest again.
Follow the local Brotherhood.
The Brotherhood crowd left on Mel's mainland are people whose words are bad but rated "incompetent".
Both in the Far East, which is a battlefield, and in the Wang capital, where politics is complicated, the Brothers and Party were judged "unable to take them".
But that was thirty years ago.
The people who are now walking with them - the son generation of the Lords of the time - showed great activity in the next war.
"Even if you have a loss, will you educate your children properly and take it back to the next generation? That's brilliant.
"Excellent prize, My Lord Dexter. My father was an irremediable bonkla. Let me also cut off the education of my family heirloom. Thanks to you, I had a hard time.
To say humble...... the words are too tight.
Words that can be offensive, departing from the scope of the social dictionary.
But the Brotherhood just snorts at the words.
This seems to be the common perception of the young people who were made to struggle.
"You're stuck. So you worked yourself out and got a handle on it? Not splendid.
Raina.
That's exactly what Count Tachibana said, no, it's bad for Mr. Osam.
"No, actually... thanks to Mr. Mitterrand.
Even Dagda told me what Serge told me.
Mitterrand was apparently doing everything in his power for a mainstream system that his forces could not wield.
You said you were promoting education and creating jobs (pocket money) to train young people?
"Mr. Mitterrand was opening a private school.
"Yep. Learn to read and write counts there, or build your body.
"I miss you. Mr. Mitterrand's cliché.
I was stupid.
Without mentioning any of the handles, the ancestral territories were shredded little by little.
Without leaving it to me to think, I've been thinking about putting my incompetence on the shelf and pulling someone else's leg.
He was also preceded by his son and was no longer worthy of a handle.
But that's where I first woke up.
All the brothers and sisters left on the mainland are just like me.
All incompetence without chopsticks or sticks.
Don't let the next generation feel this pitiless.
My whole life was full of mistakes.
I can do it at Mel's house, this is the only thing you can do.
"The treatment of Serge was subtle. After all, because the Montesquieux are rivals?
"No, I don't think so. Serge always said, 'You're good. You must show your head corner even if you want to,' he said. I guess I felt honest.
Leave the talented alone.
You should be concerned about those who tend to be said to be "poorly done".
Is there something called "school" in Wang Du?
I don't know if that's a good thing, though.
Reading and writing counts, talent for command in martial arts. I hear it only opens doors to those who can.
I don't care.
Is it not a grip, such as he who can do it from the beginning?
The "good guys" don't know.
The feelings of those who can't solve the multiplication, the feelings of those who can't ride horses, the feelings of those who can't swim.
You neighbors know that, don't you?
My father was a "man who could".
I couldn't understand my bad behavior. I just blame you.
So I grew up young.
I know what it feels like to be "unable".
A clumsy person can teach you "steps" to be able to do so.
Genius and brilliance will also be needed by society.
But the battle is numbered. It is evident from the exploitation of our lord, His Highness the Duke.
Don't you think it's more meaningful that all the ruminants at the bottom are able to multiply and ride horses?
"Thanks to Mr. Mitterrand, we were able to brush our arms.
"Yep. Called to the Far East, handled. I got to snow my father's disgrace.
"Oh, no, the...
One of them is peering into the face of fellow Brothers Serge.
Serge's father was "pulled on his leg" by Mitterrand that young day and was badly injured.
He was an excellent cavalry leader, but he couldn't take part in the war in the Far East.
And Mitterrand was also a man of too much local love. Mel first, mainland fundamentalist.
So, take it easy on Alex, the son-in-law from another house.
Big loss in diplomacy, without trying to acknowledge it.
He was killed for not following Alex's policy.
"Are you a fine person or not? I don't know.
"Yeah, Mr. Hiro. I've lived in the mainland all my life, and I don't know.
To the surrounding gaze, Serge, who was pointing a soft meeting.
You're trying to keep your emotions moving, and you kept that smile on your cheek, and you were whining.
"My father was caught up in Mr. Mitterrand's plot and was seriously injured. But what I've known since I was mindful is Mr. Mitterrand after the remodel. But the last face I showed you, incompetent, rebellious, sideliner.
I swung up the horse whip for a spin.
"About the Mitterrands, is that good enough? The building that looks like that is the checkpoint on the state border. Welcome to Montesquieu territory, my hometown!
Serge's uncle was picking him up at the inquest.
"My brother/lord was impaired in health......
Welcome to the line with Dear Philia, head down flat.
I told the man, my nephew Serge, I couldn't help but feel awkward.
Ethan turned to the water.
"With that said, I used to say that the streets that run through Montesquieu territory are so well maintained that they are unbeatable both in the direct jurisdiction and in the mainland?
"Yeah, it's our pride. Take a look at the farmland and pasture you've got for generations!
... unexpectedly, it wasn't.
It is true that the road is wide and well made.
Though it's never bad.
Somewhere, like, "we're rustling".
The road shoulders are slightly missing, or weeds are growing.
No, compared to previous streets, though it doesn't have a shitty color.
"It would have been firmer if it had been" looks transparent, but it doesn't hang up.
People who work on farms don't have the energy either.
The ranch horse, too, seems a little out of his mind.
"This... this is not how it should be.
It was Serge who was more shocked than anyone.
"Don't worry about it. It's splendid. I'm so proud of you. What a mess my father made of my territory, huh?
"Yes, they do. You don't like it! Even I'd like to welcome Lady Philia and Lady Victoria to such a splendid territory!
A fellow local speaks up for encouragement.
I don't understand that voice color, Serge's heartbreak.
My heart thinks it's a "fine territorial state".
"Serge, you've been out of here for exactly two years, haven't you? Bring soldiers to Dagda and keep going into the war. If you put a lot of elite people out there for a whole two years, your finances are going to be bitter. If you have the financial resources to build so many streets and develop farmland, you will soon recover.
You have Ethan's, heartbeat.
But Serge eats and hangs.
"My father was indispensable in his daily care. Some accumulate over time. Deportation is a duty of the Brotherhood, but also a right and an honor. It can't be, like, shaking it for a reason. It must not be there.
"Mr. Serge.
Phyllia, one voice.
"This is an ugly place to be. In front of the facts, whatever you said was only an excuse.
Clean language.
But Serge's eyes on his uncle were tough.
My uncle, who responded, was also slamming his temper straight back.
"As far as I can, I'm doing it," he said.
Yes, I was telling you.
"I also put a hard time on the Lang Party crowd. Our Lord encouraged you to harm your health, didn't he?
Phyllia's words discourage Serge's uncle from wandering.
Bloody face, lay low.
"Ha. The condition is not ridiculous. I would like to ask for your forgiveness for being absent from the welcome feast as well.
"You mustn't force it. Take care, tell him.
Horses, deeply lowered heads.
A snorted philia turned her gaze at me.
Ask me what's going on.
For my fellow Brothers and Homers, there will be difficult circumstances to say.