Tower of Karma

Shortly after Williams and the others went out on the ground, the morning sun burned a line of eyes. The morning sun the next day that you might not have seen. Williams and the others who see it never looked clear. It's supposed to be, too, and I'm still not comfortable living. Death is by my side more than I thought. I know that, and I can't stop trembling inside.

"Never again, never engage in darkness again. I can't beat that one."

I told Favera with a face like Kyle chewed up a bitter bug. Nodding Favera. The face may have been a little blue, with no expression.

"Carefully corpsed, eh? Thank God."

The bodies of Favela and his similarly-length assassins were rolling at the feet of Williams. I guess that means tailoring this to the last one. William took charge of the body and looked back to Kyle and the others.

"I'll take care of the rest. Favela has been troubled by Kyle for a while but it almost chills. Just in case."

William looked at Kyle mischievously. Kyle laughs bitterly.

"I'll keep my distance from you guys for a while."

Favela tries to open her mouth when she hears that. William opened his mouth to block it.

"Of course our bond remains the same. It's just that I'm also the Lord of a hundred captains. Plus, we have to start doing business. I'm busy, and I'll take the corresponding risks. Maybe it's been a little difficult for me and for both of us."

William smiles pitifully. Nor does Favela usually say anything about wasting time. There's no way I can tell you. Because I caused a lot of trouble to the two of you earlier.

"It's not like we'll never see each other again. It's just less frequent, and I'll see a lot of you when I'm busy."

Will William's busy schedule ever calm down?

"Be careful. I don't care if I don't die. If there's nothing you can do, you can count on me. If there's anything I can do about it, I can do about it."

Kyle's words give William courage. Is there a word I can count on so much? The strongest man William knows is William's best friend.

"If there's anything I can do, I'll do it"

Favela is also William's best friend. That's why you keep your distance. William got smudged in this case. In order not to lose something important, we need to stay away from the risks. By William, a lump of risk, it became a place I didn't want them to be.

"See you then"

William takes his gaze off them. It's not a lifetime goodbye, but I'm not willing to see you for a while. I don't mean to involve them in any more personal matters. It happened because I tried to replace William's revenge on this one. If so, Big Book is William's fault.

In the future, we also need to think about the battlefield, commerce and revenge, as well as the way we hang out against the country at night. Each is such an important matter that it requires a great deal of resources for thought, that danger attaches to everything. I take that risk on my own.

And after successfully clearing all of this, there's where William aspires.

"We have to get this guy handled right first."

The path to their place will not overlap with them. If it overlaps - that is, because it is the enemy. I have trouble getting them to overlap. William doesn't even want to imagine that. Who would want to see you burn down your friends in the business?

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"Hmm, drugs? You got your eyes on something funny."

It wasn't until a few days later that I was able to finish all kinds of crap and take the business story under Laurent.

Laurent takes a closer look at William's prepared plan. William waited with his chest up. You don't have to leave me alone. There's no way Laurent won't let this go through. Because of that certainty, William waits for that time with dignity.

"Yeah. You can move this way."

Results brought down too lightly.

William Lewius' life moves alot.

A place called the army is primarily a place to earn status and honor. But that's not the only height William aspires to reach. We also need money and financial resources. You should only have money. The lack of gold determines the number of options. I can't help but have gold, on the other hand, I can't help it without gold. We need both to grow up.

"Thank you. My Road."

Deeply bowing your head, William.

"I have a couple of questions, okay?

"Whatever."

Confirmation after a decision has been taken. I can't answer bad things, but I don't need to be nervous anymore. Whatever 'part' you delude, it's as good an excuse as it gets.

"First and foremost, you got this many suppliers. The herbs, poisons, and rarities that make up each drug are examined in detail. It would have broken my bones to gather so much information about this kind of industry?

Laurent is asking how he did it in the dark. You don't have to lie here.

"I got along with the seller behind me and he taught me on terms that I would incorporate into the merchant stream. I would never have gone beyond that if I could make money in business without taking high risks for him either. So in part, we're putting him through."

Laurent glanced at the plan. What I was also concerned about for Laurent.

"I see. Is that who this' Martin 'is? But it's a big budget. Both sales and gross profit are impeccable. Let's not ask what he looks like...... I can guess. I have trouble getting people to cross too dangerous bridges, but I can appreciate that they are properly sandwiched" between ""

A man named Martin. He was a seller and seller of different kuthuri in the kingdom of the night. When William started doing business, he needed to get first and foremost the 'info', the man with it is Martin, the resident of the night.

I had him bridged with an introduction by Nyx and squeezed everything out of him overnight. Information that is directly linked to the money that can be obtained. That is the list of suppliers.

"I found out about the supplier. Next time, yes. There are a number of chambers of commerce dealing with pharmaceutical relations. Large places also exist large chambers of commerce connected with the King's family. How do we beat them?

competitors. How do we beat them who naturally exist? I asked that.

"I'm not going to argue with you there right now. It focuses only on rare or dangerous items that they cannot handle or do not know. It's an area where unit prices are higher and you can't compete even if you try to compete."

Laurent nodded satisfactorily in William's reply. I don't fight unbeatable opponents. Business and war are the same way to fight. Fight with a sword, fight with gold, that's all it is.

"I see. So at the end of the day... what about the manpower? I can't believe you leave Arkas all the time. How can you do this alone?

Inquiry on the assumption of doing business. Well, he offered a compelling plan that would make money for sure. There's no way Laurent, a merchant, would deny it.

"I'll rent a few from the Chamber of Commerce of Frank and Ignaerts. You can't make bad moves if you're a business member under the Taylor family umbrella, and if you have any experience doing business, you'll have less to teach."

"Okay, then. Do me a favor, Chairman Lewis."

William joins Laurent in a firm handshake. The cold of that hand and the warmth of his eyes. I don't even have to think about which to believe.

"I'll take care of it, My Road. I won't let you lose it."

A great stepping stone to William's height. At last, William was still naive enough to gain both a martial arts and a business ring.

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"Oh, but, oh, but"

Pooch. Pooch. A basement with a smelly sewage stain. There's one light in the dark room that won't let you through any day. Every time that flame shakes, the man groans.

"What. Is it broken?"

What showed up there was a comedy mask of cheesy making and this again a cheesy seemingly wiggly redheaded man. The red-haired man brought the fire closer to the groaning man. As soon as...

"It's good to go. Ahhhhhhh"

Twist, twist, and try to stay away from the fire in a motion that you can't imagine a person. But a hard iron lock was restraining the man's hands and legs. If you look closer to the fire, there are countless burns on the man's body. His eyes were burned, all his nails peeled off, his whole body lacerated. Marks of harsh torture.

"Kuck. This is what happens because you don't break your mouth right away. I wish I could have spoken while I was a person."

The name of the man who is no longer a person is Martin. The end of a man who had also built a certain place in the kingdom of the night was such a tragedy. Heavy town of the Dark Alliance, which oversees the traffickers. But it was only a prey for a man who was bewitched by the king of the night.

"Well, thank you, my friend Martin. Your information saved the lives of me and my friends. So I'll thank you. Thank you, too. They chose me as my stepping stone."

The red-haired man hand-breaked the neck of the thing that was gently Martin. I'd like to say what the non-dying pain I've been through is. Lightly desperate.

"I'll take care of it, White Dragon. Keep your money for cleaning."

"... don't use me too easily. It's expensive. I am."

"Kuku. I know. Well, say hello to the King of the Night. Tell them to make money."

White Dragon left silently by the red-haired man. I guess I'll do the cleaning after the guy's gone. Well, it's not really the White Dragon who cleans, and the cake is the cake shop, the cleaner will do it. The man leaves the scene without any particular interest.

"So is business, but even the battlefield will be manipulated by a hundred men in the future. No, my arms don't ring."

The man very pleasantly took off his red wig and joking mask. What emerged was pure white hair and a beautiful, sturdy appearance that increases beauty with each passing year.

As it was, the man disappeared into the city at night.

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A little back in time - the morning after the raid.

A windowless study that I don't know day or night. A man in a mask imitating a dogma looks bored and despises tea. I haven't thought about one thing since last night. Only bitterness remains in the tongue.

If we succeed, good, we will bear the stigma that has endangered the royal family even if we do not. If the tide of blaming the man for his hobby had been created, it would have meant something.

"Sir. We have a report for you."

The report I've been waiting for, but it doesn't interest me that much either. Since that day, there has been a world of tasteless and odorless. Now what's the point of that man where he died? In her valves, the family is all heart-tender. Then again, it doesn't make much sense.

Let me ask you something, Grandpa.

Just free time. Because whoever loses what he has done will not be returned.

"First, the assassination ended in failure. Count Vlad is alive."

"Well, that's a shame."

"Then from the assassination guild, a proposal for re-assassination. Honestly, I doubted my ears."

"You can go on. I'll decide if it's ridiculous or not."

"Ha. Five years later, we'll make an assassination in a more tragic, dramatic way. So I want you to wait. Should I have kicked your ass?

"... Hmm"

For the first time since I came here, the masked man was interested in the matter. Self-evident reason such as the difficulty of re-assassinating. But even if the royal family were to protect it, it would be about six months to a year precisely. The problem is in his vices in the first place. Even if I protect you to set up a mentor, inside...

"Five years, huh? Much longer."

If the assassination guild is serious, we don't need Vlad's neck for about six months. Even under the royal asylum, it is easy to twist one neck with a slight gap. Would they dare to hang on to the idea of assassinating him for five years in preparation?

"With that said, who prevented the assassination? Bardias' grandfather? There was also a second son of Osvalt. A little bit apart."

"No, he said the most active was the recently talked about white mask, William Lewis. Did your husband know?

"... Oh, you think I picked Shrvestel? I'm getting a report."

"That's fast. Oh, no, naturally."

"You must be coming from an exotic country and wearing a white mask? Pretty crazy guy."

"I'm from Lucitania and I look like I have gray hair. Heard a lot of rumors about him."

"Gray hair? Not red hair? Well, don't you say that Kaios' blood is thick or that they're all red hair?... No, wait"

A man is delayed in his thoughts. The old gentlemanly servant uttered no words, motionless one and waited for the Lord's thought to come together.

"Lucitania... to Arcadia... why... Garias would be better if he was good... I wouldn't choose this place... it had to be Arcadia?... No, on the contrary, the need to be Lucitania... and gray hair, mask"

The man looks up.

"Grandpa, when did William Lewis show up?

"I don't know the details, but I'm sure it works in Laconia"

"Do a little research. It's time for me to go back there."

"I don't mind that, but what about Count Vlad?

"Five years is good. The drunkenness of an assassination guild, I'm quite excited. No, maybe this idea came from somewhere else. Anyway, check on William Lewius now. If you're a soldier, you'll probably see each other soon."

"Yes, sir."

An old gentleman's servant falls back, and one man stands in the study. The warm tea was poured in all at once and dried up without a loose taste. Slightly sweet.

Vision, the world, bright colors came back.

"If, as I imagine, it's all connected to William Lewis, to him, it's definitely a tragedy. I should not be pleased. I know, but how could I be so stupid?"

This study is lined with many 'exotic' books. Finally, the latest book loaded to the point of rubbing it off. Excellent translation, unlike spoken language, languages and letters vary from one country to another, and can't be translated without so much knowledge. Really, it's a great crystal of technology, these.

The man took a few of those books, barely read.

"My loss of you has made me self-absorbed. I'm far away at that price... at least to keep an eye on you, I can't keep my promise to you. But that's what I was thinking. I still can't. Again, I couldn't do anything. But..."

Holding the book in his chest, the man whispers small.

"If he is, if he is, even in hell, alive, we shall invite him here one day. And I'll prove your love. If you're alive, it'll come true. If I could tell you how much you loved him..."

Man's eyes, the gleam of peeking from the bottom of the mask was beginning to grow.

Maybe it's all too late. Still, in that hell, there was even a little salvation in this shitty world, something beautiful, and if by telling it, he has salvation - he can rise again.

I pick up my broken heart and am ready to live for it.