Tower of Karma

It was by means of Angelm's report that William learned of the battle between the hero king and Aoyagi. At first, Angelum seemed hesitant to tell William if he would overstimulate him, but he was getting anxious the other way because William was too calm.

In the distance of the Kruger family...

"Right."

That's all I'm saying, William drops his eyes on the material at hand.

"Is that all?

Angelm takes confirmation on the thinness of the reaction. I drew it from the three biggest stars, if you look at it as a defense battle, you can say it won hard. A topic that the world is currently shaking in its progression. I thought William couldn't have eaten it.

"I ask the other way around, does that story change my movements? Should I be excited that I have to work hard too because the same generation is working hard?

Angelm is stuck responding.

"The battle between Nedeluxe and St. Lawrence is still ahead of me. My powers have not reached that point. It's not a distant exotic person I should be fighting right now, it's a nearby person, isn't it?

William was uttering words without taking his eyes off the material.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think enough."

"Nothing good. Just keep your priorities in mind. Do what you have to do when you have to. Now, what you should bear in mind is this material you've been working on."

William sees a bunch of parchment on hand, and a bunch of parchment stacked on his desk. They were materials produced by Angelm himself. Some of them I did my own research, others I made them do it using various hands.

It summarized the friendships between Angelm and Vlad, and the connections deriving from them. Vlad has a wide friendship and also a lot of relatives who use their daughter. Networks cultivated in political marriages, connections as civil servants, and positions that have been constructed with an active face in the social arena. The value of their use is immeasurable.

The summary summarizes a variety of things, including the name, status, likes, and hobby preferences of the person who was the main one, and William taps them firmly into his head. And...

"We're going to be busy this winter. The knighthood I got in the corner, I don't have a hand in not using Vlad et al."

William raised his hair.

"War wins or loses. The point is, you can win. But politics is a little more complicated. The lines are vague and difficult to determine how to win or lose. Make a profit or make a connection. There are a variety of factors that come into play, whether you take immediate gains or long-term gains at the expense of immediate ones."

That being said, William keeps an eye on the material. We're not going to waste it temporarily, but we're going to smack everything in here in the head. Just need what you need. Anything that can do this completely is no longer a regular person.

"But this one is as simple as that. The bottom line is, you just have to be liked by people. Make a good impression on him, and when I have power, I'll be on his side with nature. That's why face-to-face with people is crucial. This is the same for politics and business. No enemies, no allies, nothing that isn't, no harm being liked."

That's why I don't fail to make an effort to be liked. People don't go under what they know well about themselves. There will be nothing known and offended. Nothing would make me less than happy to have my favorite souvenirs. Relationships with people are ahead of building them up.

If you want people to like you, you can give it anyway. That's the quickest way to hit interpersonal relationships.

William looked up from the dossier and gazed at Angelm.

"More connections this winter. I don't care if it's linked to profitability right now. In zero and one, the difference between cloud mud. Let's start with a number."

William Lewis is unshakeable. Just do what you have to do. Moving things forward according to a long-term perspective. While there was just so much to wait for this winter to pass, only this man could move. Winter was the belly that moves around vigorously.

Makes a difference to the world there. That's the reason for this man.

"And then there's Master William's 100-man squad, how are you going to assemble it? If necessary, Kruger, I'll let you collect the itchy ones."

This was also an important matter. Gilberto, Angelm and other celebrities still consolidate themselves with those itchy talented people. Even if it's not that famous, our own team of ten will have talented talent.

"No, I'd be happy to try and get it all together from scratch anyway. Even that Frank and Ignaz would have been useless if they had let him win a few fights. Even Carl blossomed if he had all that experience."

The moment I hear Carl's name, Angelm's face gets a little cloudy.

"I will invest in that part of it in any way. but I don't feel the need at this stage."

"But isn't it only by consolidating around with talented people that we can have an ever-winning army?

William is starting to grate the martial arts a little bit. That's what Angelm has been feeling lately. The origin of the White Masked White Knight is still martial arts and warfare. All foundations will collapse when things like losing here.

"Hmm, I lose, huh?"

William was smiling. A thin grin, and eyes staring far away.

"Is it that hard to win a battle that far?

Angelum remembered the feeling of poppy skin. I know this chill. Something I remember when I fought far above. namesake generals, and Euwayne, who had previously crossed spears. chills I learned when I fought them. But this chill was much deeper than those, and colder.

"Know the history of East and West now ancient times and chew yourself to life. Hold the information first and take effective tactics on the opponent. Knowledge and practice, how many opponents who can't win by doing all they can"

The chill deepens.

"Regardless, you don't think I can beat a giant star at this stage. Not enough wins yet. Victory gives rise to the next victory, and victory gives people a shine. Charisma in the winner, that is the weight of the general. Then you can win. You just have to keep winning as long as everyone no longer doubts my victory. By then, there will no longer be giant stars in the land."

Angelum was in a mood that seemed to peak in trance. The very disrespectful attempt to measure William on his own small scale. Watching is too different ahead. The view you're looking at is too different. The view of William was already far ahead.

"Naturally, I'll do my best to win. I'm also thinking about how it works for that. Creating a strong group isn't just about gathering strong talent. Hundreds of weak soldiers loyal to me take precedence over hundreds of Yingjie. Don't worry, Angelm. Win naturally. It's the way to keep winning."

Angelm trembled. The way of the Lord Himself. There's no shaking there, no straying. Then you can just push on. Beyond that lies the promised victory.

"Don't waste a moment after tomorrow. How much can the battle move there next spring? Winter for that."

Seeing William's confident grin, Angelm can't stop trembling. After all, my Lord is very different from other elephants. The nature I gave you that day glimpse, the beast of the beautiful moon, was still wonderful enough. To the extent that Angelum drowns his head...

(More beautiful, stronger.... Woohoo, I can't stop loving you!)

Monster trying to ascend to further heights. And Angelm was convinced that he was the only one who could keep up with it. There is no longer an elephant by the Lord named Carl or others. The Lord's right arm is alone. That certainty is the driving force behind Angelum.

"It just hurts to lose Carl I grew up in a corner"

Bikun. Angelm's body jumped lightly. Shivering stops.

"Osvalt's boy also does thoughtful things. Is this the exchange condition at that time? I hated it. I wanted to disconnect you from me until you bothered to advise me. I wanted you to get that far. You know exactly what you're missing and what shards you're filling in."

The parchment that William took in his hand had a chart of the organization of the army to be applied from the following verse. Staffing written there, William smiles when he sees it.

"Not if you're just looking outside. The closest competitor is probably the most troublesome."

William laughs. Without gazing at it, Angelum scratches his arm hard. Galli, the blood seeps in, and the appearance...

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Originally created by Hilda, my great best friend Rutgard and his late Carl, the usual three of us were out on the outskirts of Arkas. A picnic I called a bear hunt before going into hibernation. Never encounter a bear in particular, surround the fireworks and eat the dishes that have been made by Rutgard.

While trying to do so, the early horse arrived under the three.

Carl and Hilda look at the contents of the letter.

"" Ha?

Carl was stunned. Hilda, who sees the same parchment next door, was also flat. Although only Rutgard, who spreads the dish, could not swallow things, as usual.

"Hey, why are you, the baron, and you don't have one of the connections, the crybaby Carl is being organized into the Arcadia First Army!

Carl is pouting. Hilda kicks it gently. Rolling curls by the way. Rutgard picked up the formatting table dropped by Carl, who didn't even show a particularly panicky sleigh, and looked around.

"I appoint him Senior Captain Carl von Taylor, First Army of Arcadia and Deputy General of Division Chief Gilberto von Osvalt. That's amazing, brother Carl."

The words Rutgard released when he saw the paper. Hilda's face is distorted.

"Your fucking second boy! More so than that, I lost my eye on Carl. Sure, Carl said it was a little, a little better, but still not smart enough to do it in the First Army, or dexterity. You mean you want to do that and sharpen your competitors' power!?

Hilda was outraged. It is supposed to be a joyous story. There is no difference in each legion. Fools who believe in pre-construction like that won't find themselves searching all over Arcadia. There is a clear difference between the First Army and the rest. For that difference alone, what belongs to the First Army requires strength commensurate with the difference. I didn't think Hilda could stand that competition.

"Carl."

Carl regains consciousness. The tone of this voice is when Hilda is serious. If I was nagging at this time, her iron fist would fly. Back in the day, Carl was told with the same voice when he said he was going to be a soldier, and it's new to my memory that a thoughtful iron fist flew to Carl, who didn't retreat hard.

"Go to the First Army and resign."

"Oh, I can't do that. I don't know how I can do this with HR under my authority."

"I'll ask Father to put you in the Third Army. I could use your talent over here, and above all, I can protect you."

Hilda hasn't seen Carl. I haven't seen what Carl looks like.

Even then I was told to join a third army if I were to at least join the army. They told me I would protect you. The offer was delightful. But...

"Don't get me wrong. I just don't want to make Ruto sad. Even a little rut would be sad if you died. So I'm doing it for my best friend."

"I'm sorry. I'm not quitting. I'll try my best in the First Army."

Hilda gets stiff. And the face I see turned red.

"Oh, what a fool. How much I give you!

Gripping his fist, Hilda turns to Carl. That way Carl would always try to back down and escape. I've been chasing it and letting you hear what I have to say. There is only one exception. It was only then.

And now again...

"I'm glad you feel it. But you're mistaken."

I didn't leave. Just like then. And for being stronger, changes can also be made from then on. I got the courage to put my thoughts in my mouth.

That's why...

Carl moved on. Even though Hilda has her fist up, and she's appealing to you that Hilda's angry, she still takes it a step forward.

"I don't want you to protect me. I want to protect you."

To Carl's remarks, Hilda tided her face in a different way. The fist I set up forgets where I'm pointing, and drips. And it was my real sister, Rutgard, who was more amazingly eye-opening than Hilda. That brother stepped in, that brother did something he couldn't do.

"Sure, I'm weak. I'm not strong enough to protect you yet. So you're gonna be strong. I'm gonna try harder than I do now, and one day I'm gonna be strong enough for you to admit it."

Huh, Hilda noticed that the height difference between herself and Carl was being replaced. Carl is growing up without his knowledge. For Hilda to know back in the day, that was hard to believe and something she didn't want to believe.

It takes the form of staring indefinitely. Carl blushed with me.

"Oh, uh, and. Hey, I just remembered my errand, so I'm going home! See you later!

Carl got a little embarrassed or rode his horse and left the spot. The courage to move on does not yet seem to have been brought together.

Two left.

"Even if Hilda doesn't pull, Brother Carl won't leave you. I don't need to be forced and tied up anymore. Because your brother's a boy, too."

Hilda shows Rutgard her face, which Carl and the others will never see.

"To Carl's habits... because I'm busy"

Gladly, but with a complicated look, Rutgard, my best friend, graciously hugged Hilda. Time is flowing. We're both no longer boys and girls. Carl is no longer a weak man, and it's time for Hilda to decide her own path.

"Hey, what do you think Carl thinks about me?

Hilda asking weakly. smiling at it,

"I think I've always liked you. I've been saying this for a long time."

Gladly Hilda holds Rutgard. Hilda was always the one who wasn't really sure, and Hilda was the one who was anxious about the slightest Carl thought. Strength, irrational violence, everything is turned upside down.

Rutgard has always supported his so clumsy best friend. The surroundings and curls are wrong, but Hilda's spirit wasn't that strong and she was such a weak maiden that she was anxiously crushed without her only real best friend to speak to.

Carl's First Army, which was to change the relationship between the two a little. Times are imminent. Make it Carl. Make it Hilda, you can't keep staying like this. Time travels through the flowing times. There is nothing to know about what will happen to their future.

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William faced dozens or hundreds of people in less than a month. Well-researched souvenirs and visits that drew attention to topics that would be of interest, with some exceptions, were largely favourable. Standing around like a civilian, it was never seen with a good eye from a martial officer, but it was rare, odd eye half but quite the subject of a martial officer greeting.

Of course he visited various people not only as such a political move, but also as a merchant. In exploring new commerce alternatives to drugs, the story of other industries was interesting to William, and he also got some stories that were practical enough.

Beside moving vigorously, greetings to Vlad, which allowed such a visit, are indispensable. It would also be a good opportunity to appeal to the depth of the relationship by showing that offense to his father, Vlad, while plaguing his head with the Victorian offense that comes each time. Too close and not too far apart, this was the most nerve-dampening scene.

William's movements were seen with strange eyes from many, and his surrounding reactions varied. But sometimes this unusual move inspired interest in William, and I can say that it was definitely effective when it came to selling names.

Even among the old aristocrats who are oblivious to public opinion, the White Knight's name shows a spread. No longer do I know 'White Knight' William Lewius. Little by little, William's influence in Arcadia was increasing.

So instantly time flowed, and Arcas, the capital of Arcadia, was covered in bright white snow. Many poor people who never go outside and do not have a decent home freeze to death. White monsters run in a world that stops.