The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

"More than Ariel has left, the capital has no mercy. From His Majesty the First Generation. This way, continue the battle. While the minds of the Miyakos are rough, and the degree of slaughter deepens with each passing year.

With that said, what about Tachibana? Though I hear it's a house for that......

Twist your neck and peek at Shimei.

Beautiful face, swayed to the side.

"Our Lord has died early in the last few generations. Uncle Osam needs you to work hard."

His Highness Hasan. I got into the recap.

It is as if unintentional, such as ear punching carried out on the pillow.

"It was good back then. Ariel wrote the poem, and we all played the music. Your Majesty too...... No, Your Highness and your brother are constantly smiling. Just the voice of the princess among the curtains, kill your breath and make footsteps.

Was His Majesty the one who was calm when he was young?

To the successor feud, the political struggle. Did it hurt my heart in it?

(You should say "stronger," Lord Hiro. In you, there is a commendable change)

(Yeah, right, old Molly. But you know who you are, right? I can't help but be sad)

"Shinobu Sagusa... Not really. It's a long time ago"

From the old man's face, I lost my temper.

The injuries are no big deal, but the strength is in this.

Your year is just your year......

"In exchange for that, what are you people now!

That's right, Jizzy was different.

"As long as you don't mind, such as coming to dictate the princess and ramming in front of that door. I can't even feel the pieces of ya!

Shimei shrugs her neck.

Well, sure, it wasn't a complimented behavior.

"Let the savage samurai wind hit you! You are in a position to treat His Majesty intimately, yet you have nowhere to be ashamed of!

I can't stop.

Between breaths, you can hear the blame and noise from the trachea.

I'm fine with my full strength, but I'm worried about this.

Do you know what this thought is or not?

Your Highness Hasan, cut it up in one word.

"You don't even want to hear a sermon at the princess's house. I'll keep it around here today!

Yo, get up.

No, I'll try to get up, so I'll lend you my shoulder.

He took the carriage he had called in advance and got nothing.

And as promised, it was the carriage of Brigadier Baron Kim Pi to His Royal Highness Hasan.

Subordinate to the fifth place, the commander of the Kingsguard Platoon, the right horsehead, the baron, against the public.

If the Associate Baron wants you to do something, it is the Kingdom's "social mindset" and "normal liturgy" that "gives thanks".

Although a lot of self-restraint is necessary because some noblemen "hit" the civilian population with such a spoken word.

Well, it won't be a burden because a quasi baron is a "big deal". There's not even one thing I feel guilty about this one.

As long as there is a "one seat" at the same time, nothing is wrong.

Though it should have been.

Subtly regretted it.

Associate Baron Bunois Kechlan, decidedly tasteless.

This is a teenager. When we met, the outfit was, the collar. At first glance "military aristocrats".

You remember how you grabbed the chest barn and pulled it up?

You only have plenty of strength, you know that there.

I wonder why you brought that to the "soapy pot store"!

"Whatever, even after this"

Thank you for your patience.

The round face, which was predicted or visible across the pan, did not move one eyebrow.

"Your Excellency doesn't make me envious. … with what I had recently felt fading"

Bunois from the old man talk.

But as I protruded through the golden foaming pan, the flow changed.

I was poor.

The rich, the aristocrats, couldn't help but envy.

Delicious mesh, expensive liquor, good whore. I couldn't help but want it.

I tried so hard to save my money watching my buddies plucking depression on the woman with their white eyes.

Once you save, the money calls for the money. I was happy with that and worked hard again.

"No, I'm eating something delicious, full of stomach. Drink more expensive liquor than you can bathe in. Spread the gold coins, surrounded by good whores."

Hmm.

"But look, it's those eyes. I envied them, they never turn their envious gaze to me. Your Eminence or like Sir Simei de Oranje in the meantime"

Oh, my God.

I feel like I've done something wrong.

Pan and dry sound.

"Another bottle, please"

Akaius, who slapped his hand, rocks his cock.

... right. I taught you that before.

"Play, envy gaze, etc. Even if we're dating, we don't keep ourselves. It's not good for each other," he said.

"That's what it is, and I started to give up. 'That's good. What I asked for when I was younger, I got it'. But when I get older, I can't eat enough. Deep alcohol is also rejected by the body. I don't feel well, either. I just feel faded."

Soup pan in front, though it's just a straight ball.

The words "nasty" and so on seemed to mean nothing.

To this man, because it doesn't sound.

Just as the nobility plays the gaze of envy, so too has the Associate Baron Bunois Kechran lived playing the gaze of contempt.

"... that's the time. I heard rumors about Princess Isabel. Wouldn't you say you're a poor princess? If you get it with the power of gold, nobles, no, excuse me. Reveal the nose of all the nobles. If I thought so, suddenly there was tension in my life. I got back on my feet.

Bunois' temper swells.

Was it that noticed or stirred by the convection of the pan?

Sooty's head stares at this one.

"" A good year Osama, "" How so-so with his appearance, "" To the civilian cunt, "" Let's make it with the power of gold, and so on, nasty "... I looked, voiced, and felt contempt. I remember the beginning. My thoughts on Princess Isabel, they burned more and more."

That too, love...... is it?

"It should be! As a 'nasty Osama', I kept fighting!" Young Monk, "" Gentleman, "they say... It is also in the main circle of the enemy, the elder of the royal family. It's shriveled again."

From a pot boiled and intensely scented, Bunois snapped his sooty head off.

Ugh, breathe, and chew all over your mouth as you say.

Open your mouth again, whether you swallow it or not.

"That can't be good! Were you feeling moody from falling over there, bad eyes or ears? It is so decided. I can't help but be sure. Apologies are an excuse."

Little cunt flew in. of medicinal leeks, pieces thereof.

Mr. Kechlan, who held it down with his finger, even throws it into his mouth.

"Whoa, this is rude. I think I'm a little too excited."

A decent guy with a good year, that should also be a pretty good player in business.

The reason why such a Bunois Keklan exposed himself to the truth......

At the edge of his vision, his tail was shaking.

Rip the soup softly in a small bowl and throw it into your pocket.

Mr Bunois Keklan's expectations were betrayed.

Even though he was heard to be an associate baron, saw him right around the corner, and received a greeting in calm circumstances.

Your Highness Hasan, not a single thing withdrew the foreword.

"In the meantime, young monk? You're a gentleman, so behave yourself!... Well this is also the trend these days, as much as it's lamentable. I just came to apologize, your lord is no better!

Well, hey. From the age of 94, 45 must be a "young monk" too.

Come to think of it, it's an amazing story.

A man who has lived for nearly half a century has not even turned around.

"Say Ariel's grandson, is that the oranier in the meantime? It's a name I won't ask. What, Tachibana? He told me to name that house again!... Anyway, and Lord, Kechlan? It is you young people who change this lamented phase."

Bunois is getting smaller when it comes to handling young people on top of each other.

The old man is stubborn. I do not intend to withdraw the foreword.

And the old man is forgetful.

"Some fools say 'not much more'! Totally lamentable, even though it would be 'make old times what they are now'!

Then again, for some reason, Bunois goes to His Highness Hassan's house more often than the Nascimento mansion.

The old man's blood colour and Bunois' fashion sense were to see improvements.

"My lord Karewala, you're not getting out of nowhere. We have to get him out of somewhere."

Bunois, who was able to interact, told me that.

"The number of guards should be sent out to the martial family. There are other kinds of lookout courses for Kingsguards, right? Fixing the walls is cheap. Instead, you can name 'royalty'."

"The royal family... oh, no, I see"

Royalty (of the ○ ○ family that draws on the flow of). I'm not lying.

"Few people want to give money. but things and effort are cheaper than gold itself, and it's easier to put them out on top of your feelings."

I saw a confident Bunois and was curious.

Give me a break.

"And the wallet of His Excellency Associate Baron Bunois Keklan, who acted as an intermediary between the vendor and each royal house, said it would add a little thickness again?

From the chin of Bunois, who shrugged his neck, the thickness was decreasing.

Between the collar, there is a gap.

"You're all the ones who dare to buy a reputation for not doing that, aren't you? Even though I'm not saying fifty years, there's still time. Because I am a young monk. I envy your nobleman Sama."

It is likely that the day will come when the old glory will return to the royal family.