South along the west side of the East River, a downtown area, across Wuwei Avenue.
A little bit into it, the mansion was built.
The word "mansion" or something like that might not suit you.
Small body making, with holes in the hedge, and flavors such as "Azumaya" as the source suggests.
How lonely it is to live around a bug not stopping until people get close.
Diving through the gate, I was surprised.
Unimaginable from the roughness from the outside, a tidy garden.
Surprisingly deep as well.
Because it's night time, because it's a cheap opponent for Timur Bentham?
Instead of the front entrance, I was led to the point where I was at will, so to speak.
The courtyard around the corner is a bow.
This is used every day to see where it has been consolidated and one weed has not grown.
Are you a deserter, a wealthy man, or a samurai?
I don't know one thing about the mansion.
Timur looked strangely at my confusion.
I have to ask.
"Am I still immature?"
"No, being reliable... excuse me. With the platoon commander I can count on."
"What!?
I lost my voice again in the face that came out to the entrance to the building.
Yusuf was there.
No, you're not. Very similar, but someone else.
In the so-called "character," the difference between heaven and earth.
"Again, Timur.... My brother seems to have caused you inconvenience and I can't apologize. I'm Moussa, Yousuf's brother."
"Pick a word, Moussa. This is the Commander of the Kingsguard Platoon, His Excellency Hero de Calewara, the fifth ranking subordinate and baron."
The interaction between the two was something that made me feel like I had a long relationship.
"Holy shit! So much for you, is it cuttlebeard, no chase, or break-in (peeve) robbery on your brother!? Are you hurt... Oh, no, this is... We've seen it."
Yusuf, how much? … and that's what I knew.
What you should be concerned about now is that you spotted me and Yusuf's skill, this Moussa.
Equivalent skill, after all.
"This is how I met you all. It wasn't even a bad night."
Though I was also going to block out greetings that made me feel heavier.
Half of them were also genuine.
I guess the thought also made sense to Moussa.
I've been changing the pace of the conversation.
"Better than among the trees, no, 'if you look at the moon than the cloud dwelling' (all wonders prevail)... I didn't know the Highness would come to such a splendor. Just people's own pity."
"" I even see the number of flying geese "...... that's the" Autumn Night Moon ". It's a good evening to talk to a fellow geese in line."
There are few conditioning items in the invited mansion.
To the thinness of people's signs, sudden pressed awkwardness disappears as well.
Tea bowl liquor in the car seat with a clear moon and soggy bug sounds in the dishes, with no master or identity.
Long fall nights, from song stories to martial arts rigging.
The personal stories revealed later after knowing each other's personalities were, however, quite heavy.
Hekmatial family, Twa descent. They were originally quite upstream, but by the time Ariel left the King's Capital, he had fallen into such an indescribable position.
But Moosa's grandfather, Mustafa's son, made the leap.
Mustafa apparently took a senior civilian exam from an official to the position of Sentence Doctor (Han Lin Bachelor) and went one step ahead of the Cabinet with the trust of his predecessors, His Majesty.
but weakened his forces in the wake of his replacement with his predecessors, and he was finally made to lose his legs.
The grudging words I vomited on the floor of death, that must have been awesome.
The Lord now is his son Muhammad Hekmatial.
It is in the status of "Dr. Rikkyo (Much Today)," one of the two "governors of the city". If you say it in the Edo period, the position you said "town service".
"The son, we, three brothers."
The eldest son, Tarhel (Baron), is out of the region. My second son is Yusuf, the brawl. Three men in this moosa, in hiding.
"Was it also natural to have a baron position"
For my grandfather's sake, I got a family name. That's why I have the title.
For my father's sake, it had fallen slightly. That's why I couldn't debut fifth place.
"But with Yusuf, your family, your brothers, aren't you all annoyed?
Though maybe it's where I should say "brother". I didn't feel the need.
Moussa turns a blind eye to my question.
Through surprise, he even looked frightened.
Timur asks me, "I haven't been in Tokyo for a while," and I give him a convincing look, sighing.
"It seems to expose the shame of the house," he prefaced, an outrageous story.
My grandfather, Mustafa, was a politician who stretched conspiracies and rhetoric to arms.
Moussa's brother Tarhel, who is out west, is half-pirate.
Instead of holding Taher and Yusuf, his father Muhammad strives to expand his forces by using them. He himself is suspected of sniping political opponents in the first place.
The Hecmatials were a family of Mafia politicians.
Moosa, who's finished talking, turns her gaze on me again.
I can't think of a word to call.
Ask for the moon.
The moon is beautiful and demonic.
In the prosperity of the Wang capital, Ya put it up to me and completely forgot it.
I don't know about different worlds, but nobility is about being a violent group linked by geography and blood.
Even in the Wang capital, its essence does not change.
I had been informed in advance that it was a situation that I couldn't even see.
Hated the strange atmosphere, or Moussa makes me try to put it away.
"I'm not encouraged by 'family business', which is why I'm a bad son to the Hekmatials. On the occasion of my marriage, I left the house. He's my half-pressed son-in-law."
The wife died early, too, and not to mention Moussa was lonely all her life.
"Rather, it means we're having an easy day of manhood."
I didn't think it would suit me.
Thirty man Moussa. To make me feel paesos, I haven't lost any fat yet.
Did they ask you to take it, or did I want to take it?
"I heard a good story. To me in the countryside, I didn't seem to have enough of a sense of crisis. It's only natural that everyone in Wang Capital is a master of martial arts."
Again, I put the rudder back on topic.
"No, platoon commander. We reflected on the exchange earlier."
Though Timur's words continued to lift me up.
A cut in that assessment also suggests his life and the slaughter of the Wang capital.
"While I'm a 'public' in my mid teens, my killingness towards me is real. I am not hesitant to kill. I won't quit using the baked egg either. Calm rush in that steep field. War-experienced, still not. In exchange, we. All the martial artists in the Wang capital were informed that they were only masters of Dojo martial arts."
"There" was lifted up and I finally remembered.
Where I stand.
The Karewala family is flattered with grace, but for that matter it is the "King's SS".
I myself have earned my current credibility by doing more warfare.
A dull battlefield survey… or an observational eye to the surrounding area, awakens from sleep.
Finally, I understand the "meaning" of this house.
I could understand Moussa Hekmatial's "Be People".
"The tear in the hedge is an emergency exit. The sound of a bug is a bell that informs people of their proximity. Wasn't it just a cover-up? I'm powerless, but I can make it if you're inspired."
This man is a martial artist.
The graceful wind currents are just for getting to hang out with nobles.
To see the traces of daily workouts, he also has a similar nail fang to his brother. I have not denied violence.
"It's dangerous to do that, you can't keep yourself," I felt, until I left Hekmatcheal's house. It's a utilitarian (pragmatism) based decision.
"What are you talking about?
Identification.
Thinning but not hidden glances.
"By the East River, beside the five latitudes. It's a passage from the Mel family to the royal palace. If you set up a mansion here, the first thing you should suspect is assassination.... but your aim in denying Hekmathial's home style is not there. You're gathering information for an opportunity to get in, aren't you?
Moussa smiles sarcastically.
"What can you do, if you understand?," his eyes tell.
"Follow me, I'll give you an official position about Yusuf if you're a Brotherhood or a Horseman. Or build wealth in the provinces?," I wish I could say that.
Now I can only let a Kingsguard soldier.
Even if you don't rely on me, it's something that Moussa can do with one of Hekmatcheal's personalities.
This man's hopes are a little higher.
What I can do now to get the help of others.
Handbills I have.
"What if I say, 'I am the guest general of Miss Six Females Filia, direct from Her Highness the Duke of Mel'?
"... I seem to have to thank my brother Yusuf once in a while as well. It's what raided people."
This way, yes.
It is significant that we were able to recognize the situation in the King's capital before acting with Philia Thousand Early.
The sound of my throat pounding on the booze strikes my ear.
Timur's face, illuminated in blue and white, was still smiling at that time.