The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

The Crown Prince of King Pawnsonian, the envoy of Austrine-Gi-Pawnsonian, arrived in Aguiar Paul. Sometimes it puts a lot of Gentiles inside the "tower". An unusual security posture is laid. Sensitive items of normal business were suspended for a few days, and those office offices were locked disappointingly.

Three days after that, the Foreign Secretary of the Kingdom, the envoy of the Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Pawnsonian Kjastria-Gi-Pawnsonian, enters Aguiar Paul. The "tower" is already ready for acceptance. The Secretary of State looks out the window as he crosses the bridge hung above him, rocked by a carriage.

"This is quite handy hospitality."

Not only inside the "tower," but also on the bridge, sloppily lined with fully armed soldiers.

His squires were trembling at the number of sharp gazes they pierced. It feels like an enemy emissary. Though the Bios Sovereign Nation should be neutral.

"but, Foreign Secretary, shouldn't this protest"

"Hey, what are you protesting about?"

"I guess we were called in for truce mediation. Yet this response of the Sovereign Nation of Bios is too harsh..."

Even now the air was so pressing that it wasn't strange to pull out your sword and jump at you.

"Even if we protest, His Holiness the Pope will only say: He said he would welcome the two forces he was fighting into the pocket of the Tower, so he deployed soldiers so that no problems arose -- and the Austrinean-like envoy would be in tune with that. In exasperation of His Holiness the Pope."

"Are you saying diplomacy has already begun..."

A squire gives you credit. "Ho ho," chuckles the Foreign Secretary, not breaking his laid back expression. He has long hair tied behind him, which is completely white, and his eyes are half hidden by white, long brows. Shitty faces are just right for hiding emotions--the number of training fields that have been creeping up is also out of step.

And more importantly, he is also prepared to die here. I have lived long enough, so I think that if I can reward my country at the end of the day, it is my hope. So I can afford it in my heart.

"Welcome, Pawnsonians --"

The "Red Priest", who welcomed a line of foreign secretaries, makes a face that oops. The envoy on the Austrian side had a blue face after being drunk by this swordswallowing air, but the Foreign Secretary said, "Hey, I've had a long journey," because he had a fine face.

"So have you received the foretaste of our king (...)?

I would like to say that the Foreign Secretary has already said that the king of Pawnsonia is Qujastria when he said "king" about Qujastria. Austria is merely a rebel, an intention that this is not a battle for the throne but merely a domestic conflict.

"Yes, His Royal Highness the Princess (...) has come to the fore"

The opposing "Red Priest" also figured out that much, only to call Qujastria a "princess" for the expression of will that this conciliation is a battle for the throne.

This area is well equipped with knowledge from Senior Secretary Katina.

"Did you meet the deadline of 10 days, which was a rather difficult order, under the Pope's Holiness?

You won't have to meet the deadline, the Foreign Secretary said in the sense that

"I got it within the deadline with no problems"

"... Hmm? The knights of our country have quite a sight."

I honestly thought the 10th would be difficult, Foreign Secretary, but if you are arriving within the 10th, that would be an unwanted pleasure. From the beginning of the ceasefire mediation, the opponent will not have to proceed with the prevailing state of affairs.

But the "Red Priest" shakes his neck beside him.

"No, Lord Knight was past the 10th. Looks like the adventurer delivered it."

"Adventurer..."

The Foreign Secretary reminds me of Senkun, an adventurer who was confident in the conference room.

(That's something like Rank A...... now let's thank him for his suggestion)

Thus each of the two forces' missions was put through to another building. The documents that the forerunners had brought as prior consultations had been considered inside the "Tower" and were listed on the points of contention to be discussed in this conciliation.

"Well, shall we begin --"

The Foreign Secretary line is brought to the room where the conciliation consultation takes place. Heavy doors open.

The "tower" was so nervous, but the whole city was as usual. People who go to the city are busy shopping and greeting the new year close by. New Year's Eve will be a festival everywhere, and it is a common "holiday" throughout the whole continent, which is arguably the only one.

"Good luck. You had a great day."

Other monks who spoke to "Ash Monks" Schuva-Bloomfield coming down from the stage. A lot of people listened to Schuva's sermon about how sincere it would feel to be at the turn of the year, and seemed more eager than usual to listen.

Many women in the city are overheard simply because the stunning Schuva preaches, but that's also the usual thing again.

"Yeah, it's great. You will guide the saints."

"Everyone in Aguiar Paul will now have a better New Year"

Then for a moment, Schuva's expression clouded, but the monk continued unaware of it.

"This was the last time today, wasn't it? Welcome back to Tower?

"Yeah, yeah. I have shopping to do, too, so I'll finish it."

"Later, then."

"Bye."

Break up with the other monks. Schuva walks alone in the city. If I mistake him for a familiar monk, I greet him, show his face to a familiar store and shop.

(And then, if I show my face to that hardware store over there, is that it? Um... it's definitely a shortcut down this way)

Schuva's chosen shortcut was certainly a shortcut but not a back alley. Even Aguiar Paul boasts beautiful townships, but it is a rare and insecure place with many dirty shops. But the day is still high, and Schuva is a young man. It goes a long way without caring —— and.

(Mm...)

I heard children screaming from the road further branching off the back street. I glanced over at you and saw the temple knight's back.

"Hey kid! You know what you did to me, bite me!

"Oh, you're so dirty, I'll show you! Oh, lick that!? And to me the man!? Already, let's go!

"Yeah!"

I hear you two kids are over there. The Temple Knight pulls down to the spot when he grabs the back of a child who tried to escape.

"Whew!?"

"Brother!

"-- who told you to let him get away? Kids, you must be homeless. There's no place to live in this Aguiar Pole."

"Bullshit... I'm desperate to live this way too"

"Ugh! Just do what I say!

"Because - I don't like it! —— Ugh."

"Brother!

The Temple Knight waves his fist down and the boy's body rolls.

Schuva looked familiar in that face. Among the "ash monasteries," there are cookouts that are soliciting willingness, children who come there. Slams have been swept away from Aguiar Paul by the Pope's policy. But I can't clean 100 percent perfectly. There are flashing boys and girls like them, and if you leave them alone, they'll drown wild. Saint Luzarka also used to give charity to the poor, and Schuva kept cooking out even though she knew she wouldn't look good in the church.

The Temple Knight who nabbed the child seemed to be getting excited and tried to pull out his sword. Bad, when Schuva tried to jump out.

"Ugh... what are you doing, Omei?

Across the back alley, another knight appeared. Shova hides herself -- because the color of the cape the person was wearing was blue.

"Ko, this is Master Gilberto!

It was "The Blue Knight" Gilberto-Gabras who showed up. Gilberto looked at the Temple Knight with his hands on the sword pattern, and then when he saw the two stray children —— you understood what was happening, he laughed and showed them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The boy's body blew away and rolled as Gilberto fluttered away and kicked him in the boy's belly.

"Brother!

"Oops, yabe, you've got too much power..."

The girl goes after the boy. And he held the boy, and when he woke him up, he disappeared straight across the alley.

"Even so —— you like Omei, too? What are you doing with a drifter?"

"Hehe... did Gilberto have a drink from the height of the day?"

"Well. Go outside. We're done for the day. Then drinking from the beginning won't change."

"No, when I can make as much money as Gilberto, I can go to a store with a woman..."

With a humble laugh, the two of them walk over here saying that. Schuva fled in advance.

(-- Is that the "Blue Knight"? Can I name that the same "knight" as the knight of Saint Luzalka!

The incident I saw hits Schuva's heart hard.

Schuva's legs, running away, gradually become dull.

(No... I'm with you. I couldn't get the boys into salvation right away. Nobody -- there's nothing I can save...)

I knew it. The fact that we lost the slums is not because the lives of the people in the slums have improved, it also means that we simply did a treat outside the city. There are also many "red priests" and "ash monasteries" and even "blue knights" who, from the Church's original teachings, have to twist their necks.

And for the sake of the children who are suffering in front of them, as they are now, they have also deceived themselves with the hypocrisy of cooking out.

"--What's wrong, Schuva? You look terrible like that..."

Such Schuva came across "Blue Knight" Conia-Mercouri all over the city.