To Deprive a Deprived Person

King's Road in Woodon.

It is a royal road stretching east, west and north from Tenkasi, king capital of the Kingdom of Oudon. The roads stretching from cities, towns and villages within the Kingdom of Oudon are bound to lead to roads that are more branched than the Kings Road or the Kings Road.

Naturally, urban camers don't leak into that example either.

Along the street that leads from the main road to the city of Cummer, the men wandered.

"Alright! I win! Hehe."

"Damn. I'll get it back to you in a minute!

"Nah, it's just a little ridiculous. Soon you'll be the usual basil."

"Tell me, tell me. Goblin's defeat.

Today I am loved by the goddess of victory. I'll even get you all butt hairs!

The men were thriving on gambling. There comes the women who can buy crops from nearby villages and pull carriages on their way back to the city of Cummer.

"Uh, I'm skipping here. I shouldn't. I don't think you should tell Mr. Einal."

Is one of the women, a young woman, familiar with the men? Speak up to chill the men.

"Whoa. Natalie, even if it looks like this, we're at work."

"It's Uso. 'Cause it's not the same uniform you always wear."

"He said it wasn't a lie. We're making a bet we don't even want to do this today to keep the peace in the city of Cummer. You know?"

"Haha. I'm feeling better now."

When Natalie laughed, the characteristic blush also seemed younger than her age combined.

"Hey, Basil. Weird people are coming."

One of the men raises his voice to be vigilant. When Basil and the others saw the streets, there was some sort of group of gorotsky coming this way.

The number of the group would be about twenty, or what the men were wearing, despite being gorots, was not something that could be easily worn by the very common people, let alone held by gorots, such as bracelets embedded in rings with beautiful gems that would be beyond reach if they were not nobles or merchants.

"Yaya, folks. Hello."

"What the hell?"

When Basil approaches both Gorotsuki, he speaks familiarly to the man who looks the greatest of them all.

"That's right. Get down on your hips. Where did you come from? I'll teach you a good shop, if you like."

That's what Basil said, the moment he turned his hand around a man's shoulder...

"Guh! What the fuck!!

Basil holds down his battered cheek and yells. A fellow basil watching around puts his hand on a weapon sitting on his hips unnoticed.

"Don't let a country monkey touch you with his filthy hands."

"Rural mon!?

"That's right. I am entrusted with the sixth branch of Lawrence. You touched this Stool's shoulder with your hands."

"Lawrence...... Huh! Lauren from Wang Du - heh!?

One kick after another is slapped into Basil's face. Stool's neighbors looked at the scene with a nagging grin. Basil's face swells and his teeth smash and splash while he sees it. He was one of Basil's people who tried to help, but Basil sends him a hand autograph. Don't move.

"but...... haha. And I didn't know. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

A kick hit Basil in the face again.

"Shit, my shoes would have been dirty with your dirty country monkey stinking blood. Lick it and clean it up."

Stool falls and steps on Basil's face, which doesn't even move with Pickle. To that much outrage, Natalie pops up watching in silence.

"Hey, hey! Enough already!! Though I would do too much of anything!!

"Nah... nah pretend, no... Ro. Ko, this oomph, it's not... it's fine. Phew, phew, do... get"

"Basil, it's okay!? Look, Ko-kaaaah!

Stool kicks up Natalie's face as she tries to cuddle through Basil without a clue. My fellow women take the blown Natalie, but they were unable to say anything about the doings of a bystander Stool, and they ate their teeth with regret.

"Fucking country girl, who's got her mouth shut? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Country monsters don't even have money to buy makeup? See?"

Stool's words make them laugh all at once.

"Mr. Stool, look at that. This wagon is a muddy vegetable."

"Guhaha! This is it. If you're selling in Wangdu, you're a laughing monster, right?

Stool's surroundings throw the vegetables in the wagon.

"Stop! That's an important product! Stop it!!

"Here! He's rolling over there, too!

"Well, if you think it's crap, it was a fucking vegetable."

"Gahaha! Hit that one. You suck worse than shit!!

"Terrible. This is terrible!

"Stop it! Higu, like this, everyone, uhh, made it so hard... wow."

Mocking at the women in a hurry, Stool and the others tear the crops of the carriage apart. When he threw all the crops that had been piled in the carriage, crushed them, and confirmed that they could no longer be sold, he left towards the city camer.

"Oh, hey! Hang on! Basil, are you okay!?

"Ohh... Ohh, no... it's..."

"It's okay, you. You must have lost all your front teeth."

"Oh, fuck... nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ah, oh. He's fainted, but he doesn't seem to have broken a bone."

"Hey, hey. Okay, well... well, let's do it... or let's not do it. Heh... heh. If you'll excuse me, I'll take care of the pretense... or I'll take care of it."

"Wow, okay! Okay, so don't talk anymore! Hey, you worn out crops, 'cause you're gonna tell our heads to do something about it. Can I get Basil in the carriage and take him?

"Ugh, yeah. We need to take Natalie, too."

Bringing Basil and Natalie to the carriage, Basil's companions rushed from another road to the city Cummer.

Three-story building in Slam Street. Einar, entrusted with Alcom, had a loving laugh in one of the rooms on the third floor where the security company Alcom's office was located.

"I'm sorry. Even at noon, don't even serve food."

"I wouldn't eat food from a rural slum town like this if it was served."

"Waha. That's too much, Mr. Stool, for whatever it takes. So, what could I do for you?

Einar and Stool face each other as they pinch the table and sit on the couch. Behind that stool were five surroundings laughing at Einar's men as if they were making a fool of themselves.

"Cummer's a good wingman lately, isn't he?"

"No, it's outrageous! It's enough to make a decent meal."

"I don't care about your dietary situation. Well, as far as I know, it's from silly decadence. I decided to build a branch for this Cummer."

"What!? That Lawrence creates a branch in a country like this?

"That's right. Be honored. I'm the head of that Cummer branch."

"But even though how much Cummer is smaller in the country than the Wang capital, is it okay with Mr. Stur and the five behind him alone?

"Are you nuts? I know this isn't all, but my men are here."

"Well, where are you guys?

"Am I right? A chicken pavilion is an inn. There's a billboard girl again. She's a good girl. After this, I'm going to adore you."

"Ahhhhh. Is it the Windmill Chicken Pavilion, there is certainly a good place to stay and a reputation.

Hey, you guys. Windmill Pavilion is a good place, isn't it?

"Yeah, it's a good shop."

"Ready? It's a chicken pavilion. Don't bother."

"I know."

"No leftovers (...), huh?

"Absolutely."

As Einar confirms, he asks his men again and again.

"But Mr. Stool, Melissa, the billboard daughter over there, is certainly a beautiful and sobering woman. This is the troublesome woman inside, and a bunch of guys confess that she's shattered balls, right?

"It doesn't matter. I liked it. I won't allow you to say no. I'll definitely make it mine."

Einar strikes the appropriate gavel, "Really?" And when I get up, I move to the window.

"What are you doing?

"No. Is it dry today? There's dust coming in, so I thought I'd close the window."

Einar said so, closing the window and locking it.

"Anyway, Lawrence decided to build a branch in Cummer. From today on, this is Lawrence's Cummer branch. You guys pack up and get out of here right now."

"Yes!? Mr. Stool, please don't be impotent. What happens to us?

"Know what? Are you complaining about Lawrence? Yeah, if it's anything, you can put it under my men. Even dull country monsters like you guys can do as much toilet cleaning as you want, right?

"Ha ha. Mr. Stool, that's too bad!!

"No, he's not! Gahh!"

"You look great on these guys!

Stur's surroundings mock the Einars. I guess I've beefed the back world of the Wang capital Tenkashi and have done whatever I want so far. I had no doubt that the transgressive attitude would lead us to believe that there was no one against Lawrence.

"Oh my goodness. Are you complaining?

Einar scratches her head as she looks down like she's in trouble. Stur looked down on the figure as if he had won. But when Einar's face rises again.

"It's up to you. Fuck you."

"- Huh? You, what now?

Stool and the others around him are distracted by Einar's attitude and words as if he had changed his panther, who had a loving laugh earlier. I would have never had such an attitude before.

"What? I'm not. I said I have a complaint. Are your ears decorative?

"Co, you bastard!! You idiots..."

I'm trying to tell those surrounding Stuart to kill Einar.

"But heh... and, heh... are you insane?

"Stool......................................................................................."

"Oh, my God. Please... kill me... eh..."

By the hands of Einar's men, Stool's surroundings were slammed from behind.

"Huh? What are you doing!! Oh, you, you know, this... I know, you know? It's Lawrence! We're Lawrence! You must know what will happen by imitating me like this! You, your family, your women, they'll kill you all!!

"You talk a lot, scum."

Einar punches his fist into Stool's nose as he swings his mind. Stool is blown to the door as he sprinkles a beautiful blood splash.

Stool rushes to the door knob when expensive costumes and precious metals are tainted by the blood that runs out of Stool's mouth and nose, but not when he cares about that. But that's when the door opens in momentum and hits Stool in the face.

"Guh!?

When Stool, blown up to the center of the room, confirms the face of the one who opened the door, instantly the blood draws away and blues.

"Oh, hey. Ha."

"Hi, Hiccup. Hi."

Can't you break all your front teeth and speak the language well? With his face swollen in bread, Basil greets Stool as he looks down.

"Einarhi. Come on, can I kill you?

"Well, wait. Looks like he's the only one wearing decorations that inhibit 'analysis', and I don't know if his name is a fake name."

Einar's men hold down a rambling Stool and mock his body.

"There it is. Mr. Einar, maybe this will do it."

"He wrapped it around his ankle and hid it."

"So, what's his name?

Stur Negello.

"Uh. Wasn't that a fake name?

So, that's the name on the list the boss gave you?

"Yeah. You're on it."

"Basil, I'm sorry, but I didn't kill you."

"Oh, somhoo!?

I found out they wouldn't kill me. Stool relieves me for a second.

"Don't you think it's too soon to be relieved, Mr. Stool?

Basil, the boss says you can do anything if you don't kill him.

Good for you! He's on the list, so I'm sure the boss will give you a gold stamp! Finally get those teeth and their frivolous faces healed too!!

My men laugh at Einar's jokes.

And if you don't kill me from Einar, Basil told me to like Stool.

"Take it easy, you can do it. Huh? Huh? Huh?

To Basil's horrible grin, Stool can't hold on to his body tremors, and he incontinences out of fear.

"Yes... I don't like it. Oh, you, Lolo, Loren, Lawrence, are not scared!

To Stur's words, the Einars look at each other with a serious face, but when they laugh out at the pretend, they just burst out laughing when they don't stop anymore.

"Haha! No, I know. I know. Puha. Lawrence's scared, isn't he?

Einar succumbs to Stool's side, where his men hold him down and he can't move. The face was up high on the edge of her mouth just because she couldn't bear to laugh. But suddenly I go back to my vegan expression.

"But? My boss is more scared."

When I say that, I leave it to my men to leave the room to me.

Basil laughs thinly and shows off the one he holds in his hand to look good on Stool. It is a tool for grasping wires and sheet metal, but what will be done now is a different use than it should be.

"Hiaaaaah!! Don't come! Don't come!! Wait!! Sorry!! Apologize!! But, hey, hey!

No one cared about the residents living in Slam Street, even though they would hear horrible screams from the office of the security company Alcom.