If it's also the third year of noble life, you start to see a lot of things.
Military and martial arts are in their sixth year. It was becoming my strength and base.
Every day I get used to the clerkship and the government, and feel joy holding my head together with the Twa system.
On the other hand... what's missing is skill and socialization.
However, many skilled artisans and socialists should also be referred to as Tachibana temperament.
People like young people in and out of Roppongi in Japan (I'm not accusing them. I didn't even want to try acting like them).
And anyway, "not gala". It wasn't something I could imitate.
There was Olars Elan.
Twenty-six, same age as my real age.
Honest, heavy, stiff yet never wild...... on the contrary, a young man in the extreme of refinement.
The singing and dancing music doesn't go through, and the only thing I'm good at is the bow.
There is no lag in the sequence of taking and pulling the bow.
In conjunction with his standing, his beauty was among the best among the young.
Whether it's what Olars looks like you should be aiming for.
I have more respect for him than I have for military affairs.
This is the good thing about Kingsguard.
The kingdom also has the highest standards of talent.
We can always find a model case of the goals to be exceeded and the way they should be aimed.
"Kingsguard is the cradle of kingdom aristocracy," "a place to be incisive to each other".
Bite the meaning of that word conveyed by Rossiu Chen.
There is no such thing as an orace in the Kingsguard right now.
I am free from busy, albeit unwanted, things in person.
Then it would be best to ask this opportunity to teach.
Since the end of the war with South Ridge, Left Kyo had been passing through the Fourth Latitude Five Sutra and the Elan Mansion.
... invite the Kingsguard guys.
Its location, the Fourth Latitude Five Sutra, is not 1 km away from downtown Left Kyo.
Speak of your companions and enjoy alcohol and the days of avalanche in Orath's house.
Finally, I'm starting to show off my young, deserted aristocracy, too.
Luxury is luxury. I'm proud of you! Though I can feel it when people say...
No, no, I can feel it, etc. I shouldn't have thought of that.
Proud of you, that's where they always say you seem to be aristocratic.
But my roots are still common people. Poverty is not missing.
I simply can't afford to hang out at night or luxury alcohol without a back.
... had a purpose.
The majority works.
In anticipation of that gap where the liquor cups fly, we are sad and generous about the current state of Kingsfu.
Find out who's coming or who's not coming.
I see that political activity requires money.
I remember the gold that Shaosu Prison (former left horsehead) had offered me two years ago.
No, nothing is just such a nasty story.
There's another reason I went to Elan Mansion.
Though not a rebellious young man.
"It's unjust that you're forcing caution, eat 'advanced political judgment' and other shit!," well.
Unworded claims. So.
Anyway, I went to Orath's mansion to encourage some fresh play.
Every time I visited, I felt pitiless that I was getting back on my feet.
Because Olars had some slightly older youths going by, like his friends...... Maximilian Orwell and Vasco Feidamel.
Vasco tried to put it out on Etzio territory after the war, but it was hard to remember.
"Thank you for putting the elite troops ahead of us. I can't put any more strain on you" in response to a letter from Uncle Borderline.
It should be noted that the other same generation, Ferdinand Cubi, is still on West Sea Road.
Winter is coming, and I'd like to think the East-West battle is about to end.
Such a humid thought for you to talk about a cheerful young man and annoyingly come to someone else's mansion.
John Cubi, who was playing the harp, looks ironically at me hanging out on the recessionary side.
"One stomachache is political activity in the name of clean play. Look at the orace where people gather all around you", "Socialization of the Qing Yu, the idyllic, and the prince. I wonder if you don't understand."
When it comes to the Cubi family, it would be the prestigious (professional) of the Wujia (corn).
What's a fresh trip? You sound like a harp. Conch show.
But more or less, I guess this one's struggling to shape your suggestion...
From the side I tried to say something back to him, the loud voice echoed.
"Oh, you guys were the fall debutante two years ago?
He said it was winter, but he hung out and sunburned.
It's the type I hardly see in upstream aristocrats who rarely turn to field work......
"You switched with me. Konrat Kreutz."
The Kreutz family, a clan that specializes in agricultural administration. This is Mrs. Meadier's home.
Then it becomes this Konrat, Sarah Meadier's cousin.
A person who, I would add, acts as a pipe with South Ridge and is Nick Scheer's closest parent.
If you ask me, that guttural jaw, it looks just like His Excellency Uncle Borderline... No, wait, it was Meedier's gene with the jaw strained. Kreutz is a round-faced pedigree, isn't it?
No, no, more than that. "Replacement"?
"We're finally free from all around Dosa. No, I'm in! Sorry John, I blamed the Squadron Leader..."
If the off scales rush your ears.
It is not just Zhou Lang alone who looks at it, that is the Kingsguard.
You upset, John? What happened to Ilya?
... two and a half years ago, a battle against South Ridge.
John, whose control was disrupted because of the prominence of Konrat and several other public figures.
Max saved me where the troops were on the verge of destruction.
John missed the squadron captain, but the contort that created the cause wasn't there.
"I've been slaughtered four Chihuahuas every six months for two years." Remote assignment (to set up a surrogate Zhizhou and stay in the capital in person) is unacceptable. "That was a tough one. If you brave enough to return to the capital when you can return to the Kingsguard next spring, Isen will now come to" take a break ". It's a bad time."
Konrat Kreutz, 22.
He's the same age as Isen, and he's had friends since he was a young girl.
"I saw a sentence from Isen, but I hear he's looking after you. How's it going? I hear you got a woman?
Loud, unexpected topic.
I think it's military temperament...... this guy made a wrong tactical decision?
If you tell him what's going on in Isen while you go around your head on the extra.
Was it the original chat or how happy I was to be back in the capital?
Konrat's words stopped.
"Mr. Rossiu is still thinking in detail. Coming with an easy state, a normal state, a insecure state, Rust came with a facil only fifty years after the state was set up"
It was before the industrial revolution. The social fabric is a decade and a day. It is also a kingdom with a thousand years of history.
Maybe the description that sticks to the word 50, 2-3 generations is "yet".
And you can't possibly give me room for that kind of thinking or anything.
No less than a contort comes down loud.
"I hear you've improved your performance, Konrat!
"Oh, that's it, Max."
The tanned hand of Konrat has reached out.
"Thanks to your policy paper, military personnel have also been sent to the provinces. I was helped a lot and studied. I'm not gonna be such an asshole anymore."
Looking back, he was telling his fellow generations - no, more years than his age, is it right to say "to my fellow five to six terms above ours"?
"The crime scene is important. It's not a bad idea to go through this once somewhere, is it? There are some things about my house, especially because farming is sold."
You think Olars is next?
"Squadron Leader to Valentine," though it's a civilian-born course. You think it's not bad to come off that and "get out" once?
"Looks like there's a time for failure, too. Someone who can return in two years, someone who can't be squadron leader, someone who's squadron leader but can't be a valet."
Too honest to say sober seats.
Though I thought it might be unusual... think about it, John was only 22 or there.
"What to say, John! Think of His Excellency Mr. Meadier Borderline! In his thirties, he failed greatly, and his painful hands were full! It was rebuilt from there, that one."
A society that grows up fast.
In the early thirties, its status feels closer to the mid forties or more of modern Japan.
I mean... the failure there, it hurts. Still get up and fight hard.
Max's words always smell powerful and manly.
Maybe we shouldn't take this as foolishness. Rigid, huh?
A little bit missing from me here, maybe.
My eyebrows grew on my drunken skinhead.
When Max, who was showing the back of his head, was looking back.
"That's the thing, Hiro. You're too distracted anyway! A man can restore what he can accomplish with his own hands, even if he needs help!
Eight of them are older, and that's a man with a great crowd.
I'm worried, but I'm going to push you back, okay?
I find it difficult to elbow down there and be arrogant and demanding.
"I'm so prestigious because I graduated from Kingsguard. I've been forced to stay for two years. I can't even face seniors, can I? Max, you need to be a little more focused around here!... more or less, a left-hand transition from birth, I don't care? More like Meedier Borderline Uncle, Sarah. You haven't decided who you're dealing with yet?
"Are you thinking about marrying your cousin, Konrat? I wouldn't say it's not prosperous, but, well, is it good for a generation or so?
There is no prosperity… meaning "it makes it harder to hope for future generations to prosper".
Old society's rule of thumb doesn't seem to make an out-of-the-box fool of me.
"Oops, I'm a brother-in-law of a loving relative. I've been writing to Mame since I left, haven't I?
"Territorial aim... But agriculture matters. He's inside, and he's an outside pulse ant?
"But even though Kreutz and Meadier are good singers, you're a hebo."
"Mostly in that dirty letter?
"On your ass chin?
"Brother, you. I'll pull it off, honestly."
Oh, no more!
Tanuki, my father. I don't like myself when I was moving.
Technological communication, Kingsguard reform.
Do you want to rethink the way you did it?