Tower of Karma

William had not spent the day at the Taylor family in a long time. When I ask why Carl and his legions are still in trouble with the Taylor family after they separate, Carl himself's strong hopes and every morning at the end of his training night, Rutgard grabs me by the sleeve, and Lord Taylor says with a smile, "I have nothing to do with it," to this day.

Appointments have already been made for tomorrow and beyond, and William memorized the hobby of those who meet there. To be honest, it was a situation where I was spared time.

…………

William was reading a book. It is a habit that has been absent for some time as I busily send every day. There was also an accumulation of books I wanted to read that I secretly imported mixed with the logistics of the drug, and set today as the day to digest it.

It's also hard to read in your cold private room, so William works in a hall with a large fireplace. Rutgard was sitting in a chair a little further away, working for a little bit and textiles.

In the living room at noon, where such leisure time flows,

"Hmm? What did I interrupt?

Suddenly, Einhardt appeared. William, his family, Rutgard, and finally the woman, the maid leader, showed mild surprise that Einhardt, who did not come out of her room very often, showed her face. Look at them. Einhardt smiles small and bitter.

"I'm just here to warm up a little. This one's bigger, no clearance winds."

That's what Einhardt says. He passes next to William.

Secondly, Einhardt dropped his eyes on William's reading.

"... Old estard letters? Can you read that?

William sees Einhardt with a surprised face. Surprise at what interests me, and Einhardt himself, who has knowledge of this letter.

"This book here is a Garnian war history. Something that brings together a wide variety of kinds of tokens and just copies them as they are without understanding the letter. There's a lot of national luxury over there. Even a Garnian human would be impossible to read it all. Is this Kaios' book? It's an old document. I can't even read it."

Einhardt looks at the mountain of books with interest. I take them from time to time, turn them, and raise my voice like "Hmm" or "uhm". And I put the book down, and I turned to William.

"Can you read it all?

"No, some parts are not completely readable"

"On the contrary, you mean roughly readable? A lot of knowledge."

To Einhardt's praise, William has no choice but to return it with a bitter smile. We cannot be perceived as the source of this knowledge. Though it's no longer a long time ago, it doesn't necessarily mean someone doesn't remember. Inside, so much so that I was teething that it was a mistake to be reading a book here.

"You could write Arcadia letters, right?

"Yes, I think I can write without a problem"

This one can't help but lie. He also wrote several letters for Laurent, and used Arcadia letters on Carl in the first place to give him homework, etc.

"Does that mean you can translate it? Hmm... I have a few books that are a little tricky. Can you get a translation of that? Of course the reward plays."

William thinks a little. Of course I don't think the risk of making a translation matches the time and reward of producing it. The value that William is making in the Chamber of Commerce and that would not be replaced by the gold or gold that someone he is now vigorously meeting would produce. I didn't think Einhardt, currently not working properly, could come up with an amount that would match those.

Seeing that silence, Einhardt grins.

"Yeah, don't look at me with your stupid eyes. What, I'm a merchant, too. I know as much as I understand what it means to bind your time. I'll give you a decent reward."

"No, such foolish eyes"

"Don't be so hasty denying it makes me want to think the other way around. Besides, your thoughts are not wrong. I don't have the money that came together for me right now, and it's impossible to pay for it with money. Well, what's the matter? What do you say, besides money?

William's expression changes. Einhardt did not miss that moment. William's good guess, that he also knows why his father, Laurent, uses it heavily. Pay with something that's not gold. It's the first time I've been interested that way. Einhardt understands that it has grown so much already. Hang up your own cards.

"You somehow know I was a merchant. I'll introduce you to the connections that I thought were interesting in that for the price of the translation. It's up to you to make it money or waste it. It's up to you how you find value. What do you say?"

The eldest son of the Taylor family. But now they're not treated as heirs. Neither does he feel that way at all. How do you rate people like that? Normally, I don't give a shit. Because people of that degree are known for their connections and so on. But...

"… I would like to accept"

William took the offer. Not that I was certain of anything. Still, it's true that I got interested in Einhardt trying to make a deal like that. Introduce those who produce it, not gold. William didn't know anyone who could make such a grand suggestion.

"Good. Then translate this book first."

What Einhardt took in his hand was a book by Kaios, William's belongings. The contents are already written about the history and culture left behind by the almost extinct people of Caios, and the various lost technologies that exist in them. It's not easy to get. It was destroyed at the hands of Candelario, the craziest king in the history of Estado, who had no interest in such things. Few literature was left behind and of high rare value.

"What's the deadline?

"Nothing in particular. I wish you could translate it in your spare time. I'll pay you when I'm done translating."

That's all Einhardt leaves to say and goes back to his room. I didn't have time to warm up after all, just asked William for a translation. William doesn't know why he just came out of his room fluttering, really wanting to warm up, whimsical, or intentional.

I don't even know if this deal is worth it in the first place. Translations are not an easy task. Especially this book that I got to enjoy the elusive translation work itself. How much work does it take to finish what people read? I don't know if I can create a worthy match for it, but I kill precious time without knowing. I think that's horrible. At the same time...

"I think you're right"

William turns to the voice.

"Brother Einhardt was said to be a bad way in the Chamber of Commerce. I don't think it was ever compatible with your father or the policy of the Chamber of Commerce. But it was Brother Einhardt who was making the most money. More than anyone else, more than even your father."

In Rutgard's words, a hunch that was nagging turns into shapeless certainty. Even William today is a little less than middle-class in the Chamber of Commerce under the Taylor family umbrella. It's amazing how much we've grown in this short period of time, but it's too endless a path to look up. The connections introduced by the man who reached there once. William became interested in Russia.

William stood up with the book. I'm free today. Then I have to do it today, right now. Time is limited.

"And please weave this one because I think your room is cold"

Rutgard gave me a wool feather weave that I had just finished knitting. "Thank you," says William, leaving the room with an apology. I still had someone in this house to cut me down. Besides, the opponent may be out-of-the-box.

That's why it's enough to take away. William couldn't stop the overflowing grin.

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William made time to cancel some appointments. William finished the translation with Einhardt at an incredible speed. A task I know for myself, when William was Al, the first 'power' I got, knowledge. It is the book that can be purchased most easily. The quickest way to get knowledge is to play with a book. That's why Al knocked on Norman's store gate.

The power of that time lived here.

"Oh, come on. This isn't the kind of place to dress like that."

Einhardt just weaved his coat in his usual outfit. Things look good, but they're just plain. William against is a noble outfit. It's not strange to see the opposite position if you're just dressed up.

"I haven't been informed that I'm going today."

"... ugh. Right. Is there a slight misunderstanding?"

Einhardt scratches his head.

"I'm going first today, but a certain luxurious three boy, is in quarantine. I'm not a merchant if I'm not noble. You just said" hobbyist. "

William widened his eyes wide behind the mask. Not that I thought I was fooled, but it's true that expectations dropped. Einhardt sighs at the air.

"I don't know what you were imagining, but right now, I'm gonna introduce you to a guy with money, whoever sees it, who's gonna be gold, and there's something I can do for you? You have enough 'power' to stick your neck in the business you have now?

William had no words to pinch. Einhardt continues.

"The drug relationship you're dealing with was a gap industry in this Arkas. More importantly, the guys behind it were unified and the front side touched it and it wasn't a good area. That's why you could win. But the reading only marked a gap. The power to eat vested interests on the front doesn't exist in you right now."

William, who doesn't even make a sound. Here's why it didn't really spread, even when I tried to actually spread my hand. In the end, William's chamber of commerce is weak. Even under Taylor's umbrella. William himself is still immature as a merchant. Knowledge doesn't have that much accumulated track record. And work does not come to those with no track record.

"If you succeed in invading your opponent's realm at last, your realm will now be invaded. Business is harder to protect than to attack. If the merchants come to crush us for real, if they attack us with all due respect, even you holding back will be erased."

William had an unpleasant sweat on his back. Because Einhardt knows. The relationship between William and the kingdom of the night. You won't know the details, but it's still good to see that you do to some extent. The fact that Einhardt knows that there should be little entanglement, that makes William sweat on his back.

"You don't have the power to devour into vested interests right now. And you wouldn't have time for that, would you?

Yes, William is a martial artist after all. Where William worked so hard, we need to go to war when spring comes. Spring, summer, autumn and time in Arkas are short.

"So you conquer the gap. More importantly, create value. Well, shut up and follow me for today. If you didn't like it, you don't have to make translations anymore. I can do it, too, to the extent that I spend about a day. That's it."

That's what Einhardt said. He took his gaze off William. Keep walking. It's a somewhat large street, but only some of it has been snow removed. Ainhardt advances his steps without worrying about anything like that. William switched his mind for now and followed Einhardt.

Is it worth it today? to create value? Einhardt's, and the day William's relationship was determined.

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It was a room stained with the smell of iron. Iron, smoke, and heat.

What the hell is this?

There was an incredible weapon lined up all the way in front of William. It was so curved, broken, twisted, it was all so unique that I didn't know if it was a weapon. And most of them...

I can't use it.

It was rubbish without practicality.

Einhardt was talking to the Lord of this room. The situation continues that Einhardt keeps hearing Nico that the landlord is talking and knocking him down unilaterally rather than talking like he's close.

(What the hell do you mean? Whatever it takes is too harsh. I know it's meant to be a creative weapon, but it's probably just a suspicious substitute to be practical before all the practicality. Even if they show me this stuff and tell me to create value, etc.)

worthless. In William's head, this one was about to be cleaned up.

"Let me introduce you, Lord Eckhardt. He's William Lewis."

Einhardt talks to me, and William and a man called Eckhardt stagger their gaze. Keep it up. Eckhardt comes by William and sees it limp and licking from close quarters. The body could not be seen as a boulder from the toe to the back of the head or to the top of the head because it was not that tall. and scratch William's head and observe it firmly to the top of his head.

(What the hell is this guy?!?)

A man who behaves too disrespectfully, though not in his mouth. Now I started smelling it.

"William Lewis, White Mask, White Knight, yeah. It smells good. The smell of iron, the smell of blood, and the slightly scented incense of evil. Your body is tight and your whole body is ideal. Is it something that can be elevated to this point while the foundation is poor? Yeah. Beautiful white."

I smelled Kun and licked William's neck as it was.

"Hey, stop!?

William distanced himself. Einhardt was grinning slightly when he saw how it was. The eccult of the day chews the beans and William in his mouth pretending not to be sleazy.

"I've never seen anyone like this before."

Sleepy eccult. I blow everything on my desk that's messed up as it is, spreading a piece of parchment and writing something down.

"What, are you going to?

William's question with an unspoken anger. The person I canceled today is not so powerful, but not a good one to leave without. I chose this one until I turned it down. That wouldn't be too good for meeting someone like this.

"He's a weirdo, as you can see. Three luxurious boys, not willing to inherit a house or inherit. This is how you do whatever you want in your own space. A deserter with no productivity. The weapons you invent are full of crap, and most things are as worthless as they are in person. That's what the world sees."

Same as William's standout. I don't think this is the kind of person I can use.

"It's worthless, or zero. No one's got it. It doesn't have anyone's dirt on it. If I could add value to this... your summation, right?

For a moment, fear ran on William's spine. William was going to see Eckhardt, and Einhardt. I thought it was only a position to identify. But that's only one direction. Einhardt had also identified William.

You want me to find value in this? What the hell do you have?)

William was making his head fully operational for the first time since he came here. A pile of crap that was overwhelming in a way. I see things that I truncate that I can't use before I see them firmly.

(It's still all rubbish. What is this cylinder in the first place? How do you use it?)

What William took in his hand was a cylinder of about a meter. William doesn't know if there is a blunt instrument or another use when he sees it reinforced with iron everywhere.

"Better luck. I thought that was funny, too."

William's brain becomes full of question marks. A blunt weapon-like cylinder in my hand on a whim. A little inconvenient to swing around, cavity inside and lack of strength. Then it's not light.

"The people of the east and I are friends who have crossed the desert. I taught Eckhardt the explosive powder he had for the scratch plug. And this is what I call a flask."

Fire cylinder. I can't pin how to use it when I hear the name.

"Simply put, this powder explodes in reaction to fire. Take advantage of that nature to explode in the barrel. Then the round stone inside pops up."

William thinks about it. There was a hook.

"The downside is the lack of power in the powder. Not as powerful as a bow because of insufficient explosive power. Even if the firepower increases at last, this time it cannot withstand it in stone. Well, that's a defect."

Einhardt laughs. William doesn't laugh. Stare at the cylinder and distort your face.

"Conversely, if you increase the power of the powder and the endurance of the round stone, it becomes a use"

There was a grin on William's face. I finally figured it out. It makes sense that you introduced me to this place.

"The advantage is that we don't use manpower. The bow limit is a person's limit, no matter how good a bow it produces, it never transcends a person as long as it is a bow. And how to create a force that is a completely different explosion from animal tendons and the like. It's really unique."

William connects. your thoughts, and the 'power' you have.

"To increase the power of powder, the drugs I deal with and their trading partners, the alchemists. Use them to increase the power of powder. Round stones should also be replaced with balls of iron. Sooner or later, I get dissatisfied with the endurance of the barrel in amateur making. Then you can use a metal processing professional under Taylor's umbrella."

I don't know if it will work. But if we succeed, we can oligarchy one weapon. Dangerous drugs, precious drugs are William's realm. Taylor Umbrella would also be William's realm in a sense. If it's money, Lord Taylor will definitely cooperate.

"I see. That's funny. This is it."

If you look closely, every crap is served with the intent of the producer. Needless to say it's almost all crap, but there are craps in there that are practical enough if you work out.

"You have a tank to put something in this. It smells of oil slightly. Flamethrower? Was it indeed the weapon of burning the sea used by the male Pale Polish Republic of the Central Sea, the predecessor of the Kingdom of Saint Baltic? Of course this is useless with just oil too. The mechanism of Pale Polis weapons is a mystery with now. Still, if you keep your wits together."

Some chemicals burn longer than normal oil. Above all, there are also chemicals that sprinkle lethal poison by burning. There are various challenges to complete, but this was also an interesting idea.

"Does this stone thrower not require manpower? What's this weapon over here? Crossbow? Is that a big version of that? It's a siege weapon when you get here."

William sees weapons with no utility whatsoever that only seemed crappy earlier. Certainly does not leave the realm of useless toys at present. Interpretive amateur making, no crossbow shoots arrows properly, and the stone thrower is too small a thing to the point of playing pebbles. But the idea is interesting. Ideas alone are not normal.

"The cost-effectiveness is honestly subtle. But if you're in a position to spend money like hot water? What if I had the power to focus only on the effects? That's funny."

Even the 'power' that William has as it stands gave him value for some crap. If we get new 'powers' in the future, we may find value in other things.

Why Einhardt introduced us here. Nothing is difficult. Zero is sleeping here. A pile of worthless crap that nobody knows and nobody can save. That's why, if you create value...

"White Knight, the weapon that pictured you."

Eckhardt appeared long before William's eyes at some point. Parchment depicting what is in your hand. William takes it.

"You are omnipotent. I can do anything. Kill people in every way. Beyond primitive intent to kill, a fusion of reason and instinct. The complete form of the current person. Kill him now. Kill the old humans. Kill the old days. Take everything and kill it all. I imagined you so beautiful."

William looked at the drawing and smiled.

"I still don't have the power to describe everything about you. You don't have the power to express everything about you again, either. Let's move forward together. To destroy everything."

Eckhardt is gone. Inside a crazy man's room, one of them kept going crazy. Eckhardt has made many things, but all of them were crap. Nothing has become one. But he had the most important passion for weapon-making. It's a destructive impulse. Passion to hang on to killing. A lump of killing intent that wants to destroy the world.

The art that exploded it is the essence of Eckhardt. At first glance it was a pile of crap, but it was because of its passion that I could see that they were all weapons.

"Pleasure."

William took Eckhardt's hand. At that moment, Eckhardt smiled so pure that he had never even seen Einhardt dating there for a long time.

Given the meaning of that smile, Einhardt remembers the chill.

Genius of taking away from people and genius of the idea of killing people. The two intersect.

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It was the evening when the sun had already begun to set that the two of them left Eckhardt's room. William understood the nature of Eckhardt, and based on that, he had a lively discussion with Eckhardt. When I said arguments, they weren't rational, though they were only bumping into each other's view of how to kill people in the abstract.

"Are you satisfied?

Einhardt was just watching the debate from the way in. William smiles and concurs. There has never been a more reckless but beneficial time. William thinks so.

"Well there's nothing to deviate from. It will be a long time before Eckhardt comes to fruition."

Einhardt gave up making Eckhardt gold as a merchant. That is because he had no connections to the army, he was also oblivious to weapons and, above all, he could not understand Eckhardt. William had all of that. That's why Einhardt was the first to introduce him.

"No, I bought one idea quickly"

Einhardt looks out for a quick move. I don't know which idea William had his eye on, but buying ideas instead of manufactured weapons is not a bad choice. Eckhardt's weapon is an idea. That's all we need.

"Eckhardt told me I didn't need any money, but any day it could be a big business and people would change. My surrounding eyes change even if Eckhardt doesn't change. Not necessarily no one tries to take advantage of it. That's why the contract should be strictly, and we should have something that doesn't even have some leaks. This is what your father taught you."

Perfect. These small individual cases tend to be nasty. If you put the tie in even if you get slightly harder to retreat, it could become a spark later. The essence of business is protection. From the beginning it is the pinnacle of stupidity that makes the defect.

"Fine. You won't even have to say anything about it now."

Einhardt circles his back in the cold. White arcas with breath and scenery. Sunset Zhu was accenting the white scenery. The White World, also the Red Lotus Day there. The view of Arkas is beautiful. I don't think the weak are suffering from the cold and hunger.

"Dear Einhardt, What can I translate next?

William's question. Einhardt laughs bitterly.

"I'll tell you something first, all I can introduce is a gap. Or just the ones that are considered worthless at this stage. Most of them won't be, and in the end, all the projects I couldn't do business with either. I don't know if it'll fit."

Stop. The red lotus makes the color stronger.

"I have been doing business in a narrow perspective to this day. That Einhardt adds value to the zero that he was saying. That it's not just business to take it away from others. I understood it as a real feeling today. That's the only way for a weak man like me to win."

Einhardt sighed. William Lewis is definitely

"I could create value."

It grew overwhelmingly in one day today. Not just as a merchant. Growth as a person means broadening our horizons. The world expanded in him. That would be advantageous for application in all areas. Just one day, just one encounter accelerates people.

"You understand very well. People's connections create value. You're right to meet people vigorously. It would be rare for that to be done in your generation. All the more so if you are a martial officer. Even if it wasn't for today, you'd have made it. That's what you were doing."

"It's worth what I just realized. Even a day is a shame to me."

"You're very diligent. I'm scared of you."

"Just kidding. I'm more terrified of your ignorance."

Einhardt, at least, looked ahead to William. Someone not so tangled up. It should have even been difficult to grasp your standing around. Still, I've grasped the status quo and been around with the kind of person I needed for a pinpoint like today.

"If you think so, be a little more vigilant to your father. That's stronger than me."

"Is it? I think you're better up there."

Someone I've never been very interested in, rather than alert to. Carl's brother but not his successor. I only knew the extent of it. That's why I think William is horrible. The presence of a secret monster who had hidden so many nails under the same roof.

"Because you don't know who that man really is. I didn't beat that guy once after all. Even if I won the sale as a merchant, the place I was standing was on his built castle. It's only at the knees of Laurent von Taylor, the best jeweler in Arkas. A merchant monster with no blood or tears."

Einhardt's face was distorted. William is a little surprised to see that. For the appearance was coloured with obvious intent to kill and hatred. He didn't look good toward his flesh parents.

"Well, you never see that. He's already eaten up. I can't flip an anti-flag on Taylor because of clothing. That's the kind of situation I created. An iron-walled castle that cannot even be attacked. That's his castle, Taylor."

William didn't understand it when he said so. Sure, Laurent recognized himself as a pain in the ass from the first time he saw it, but now he doesn't seem that much of an opponent. At least, as far as today, I felt Einhardt was up there. Einhardt looks deeper at things. That is William's perception.

"I can see it now. Why Taylor didn't reach out more than his clothes. The strength of a castle called Taylor. Protect the basics of commerce. Some strength you can't attack."

That's what Einhardt starts walking with. He said not to follow that back.

William was standing alone. Things I've been thinking about. Maybe we'll work it out. That's why we should act with Einhardt for a while.

"Well, we need to reschedule."

The top priority has been consolidated. This winter's primary purpose was set.

The sun goes down. Red lotus and white are covered in darkness. William was alone in it.