Tower of Karma

William was on his way to market research for Ulterior. I look around on my feet at what items are sold in what price range. Citizens also have a life, not to mention that the festival will continue tonight. If you stretch your legs a little, an inward-looking space with a smell of life appears.

"It's not even a thing to say if it's cheap, but this makes too much of a difference"

I hope I took a good look around the momentum, but William had a slack in the view that was too different from Arkas anyway. Preferences are high and necessities are cheap. Good stuff is expensive and there is a good reason for cheap stuff. It's just like Arkas.

Now, there was a big difference in that line.

(Something that hits luxury goods over there is sold here at a price that is also in the hands of citizens. High average. Even Arcadia is the Seven Kingdoms. If this is the only difference in various industries, then there will be a difference in national power.)

There was a big difference. There's not enough difference to fill.

(Plus, there are a wide variety of preferences. evidence that the country is rich and capable. This is gonna take decades to fill. I'm not even talking about winning a war. That idea doesn't make the difference.)

William was attracted to the strength of Gallias, Ulterior. I guess the thing that produced this was looking to the future, so far away that it was not even comparable to who I am today. It is not possible to speak of a nation overnight. It's a long, varied pile of things to finally take shape.

It is far-reaching. It is huge. Magnificent.

"I can't keep my mouth open."

A rolling word. A small, and then a huge difference, I can tell because I was in business. The difference between a single piece of copper coin is transformed into silver and gold if it overlaps.

(I'd be more interested after the festivities.)

For once, William wanted to spend as much time as he could trying to walk around the whole of Gallias by popping out of it. So much for this Ulterior, the country of Gallias was full of charm.

If he was indeed William of Lucitania, to the point where he wanted to move without even the brainchild of the king, the status of a hundred generals from left to right.

"Well, I can't help but have a dream that won't come true. Walk a little more..."

The moment William stood on his back trying to get up, the scream of a voice like he'd heard somewhere. Many times, many times, there were screams, along with the sound of a full-sightedness.

"... not at all, shitty shit"

William turns to you with his feet crooked.

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"You fucking kid! Get your hands on an important product!

There was a boy there who was flogged but nodded so that he could hold him, resolutely letting go and eating his teeth. It was the sight of what William had imagined, but only the boy's eyes floated in a different color than he had imagined.

"... but what cause and effect is this again? Too much."

I was interested in those eyes. An eye that has the calories it deserves to grow as a part of the business that it should exchange. I didn't even want to get it until I looked for it, but that meeting was inevitable if it was so marginal.

I was skeptical of William's own way of thinking about destiny and fate.

"Keep it that far. Any more cage leads to death."

William stops whipping at the boy. The answer shows by gently twisting your hands, even if you glance at the merchant to keep you out of the way.

"The thief's kid is dying because of you."

"It's a kid from another country. I'm not an Arcadia kid. Can't you see that at this time of year, in this place, the very fact that you guys make a scene is annoying to me and to him?

William whispers something in the merchant's ear. Amazingly bouncing merchant. A few glances, checking the ground hair peeking through William's wig, and several times the merchant starts to bow his head.

"I don't mind if I do. I'll take care of this. That's good."

"Of course, sir. Then I have a business meeting here."

Merchant after the occasion.

The only thing left was William disguised as a nagging boy.

"So, what do you have in mind for the afterlife?

……

"... Hey, kid"

…………

"No way."

When William pulled the boy over again, the boy was losing his mind if he couldn't stand the pain.

"... ha"

William sighs deeply and leaves the spot holding the boy aside. Seeing the 'thing' the boy lost his mind but didn't let go, somehow guessing the situation -

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Zabu. The boy jumps to sudden sensory changes. I look around for a moment with a question mark on the wet situation for some reason. It was the mysterious man with the bucket that immediately caught my eye. The dude in the suspicious mask and the cheap wig said, "Good morning."

"Congratulations!?

Sprinkle the boy with the water he just drew from the well.

"Are you awake?

"You were awake before I called you!

"I thought you were sleeping. Just right for drowsiness."

"Think about this season!

"That did a bad thing. Sorry."

I just took off my winter and although it may be spring on my calendar, I still have chilly days. If you took a water bath or something in such weather, then naturally it makes sense that you can't help but be cold.

"So, what did you think to steal this stuff?

The boy changes his blood phase when he sees the 'thing' that a man has.

"Give it back!"

"That's not a line of thieves. Assuming this isn't yours. It's not mine, but it's practically mine, so I'm not gonna do it to you."

"I don't know what that means, and give it back!

The boy jumps on a man. The man gently restrained the boy.

"Let go!"

"You're a kid with a lot of orders. 'Mercury' won't do you any good with it. If you think of this guy as a panacea or something, it's a big mistake."

"Liar! I know who you are! Furo-joo's medicine!

"There are few cases where mercury is used as a medicine either as it is, an alchemist of old knowledge or a private therapy. Human experiments in Marcia proved it. Well, where it has strange properties as a substance, I don't even know what to find... this is poison"

"... but"

"An ignorant fool like you is fishing for this guy's price. He said it must have some special, special potency because it looks so mysterious. Stupid private therapy is still spreading around the world. It's also true that there are idiots who pay high bills for it."

"... but me -"

"Kid, are you ready to make me a debt? I'll decide how to repay it. All you have to do now is make a choice. Borrow my frigid hand for a fee. Bring home the free poison you stole and got. One in two, pick whoever you want."

The man stands still, staring into the boy's eyes. Straight, shooting gaze. Many times the boy looks at the mysterious fluid of silver that a man and a man have.

And...

"Mmm!"

The boy shook the hand of those who did not have mercury. The man smiles.

"You shopped high now. And that's often the right thing to do. Lost money on cheap shopping, nothing more expensive than free money. It's also hard not to be a thing to say if it's expensive...... by the way, you know what it means to be paid, free?

"I don't know"

"... I thought so. Well, I'll have it back someday. I don't like it."

The man strokes the boy's head around slightly stronger. He was a boy with an unpleasant face on his face, but is it because of his somewhat pleasant, happy face -

"So? What are the symptoms, symptoms, and condition of the person, the sick person, who wants to use the presbyterian medicine?

Man's, William's question begins to be followed and answered.

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The woman heard that a sick person had left the 'family' and immediately got a work day off and jumped out into the city. Run through the streets floating in a festive mood, restraining and dragging your primary darkness doctor in a lonely suburb, but with all your strength. Winter is scary, but so is the change of season.

A man's death is never far away. Especially for them.

And I have another concern. If you hurry, the disciple of 'family' thoughts may do something stupid. The boy has a priori. It just so happens that things went well before this. Not necessarily this time. Hurry anyway. Hurry, solve, reassure.

Because I'm not a helpless girl who can't do anything anymore.

"Sister! Yab, I brought a doctor!

"Hey Misha. Don't call me Yab. It's gonna blow me away."

Woman, Misha jumped inside a lonely church. The doctor being drawn gives up his face.

What I saw there...

"Ko, of!

The appearance of a painful disciple with multiple overlapping earthworm swelling whether he was whipped or not. And next door is a suspicious man talking to Sister. I don't have to talk about it.

The killer...

"What have you done to my brother!

It's you. Early on, when I met him all the time, a tension fully set up the escape burst into the man's cheek. A wig flies with every cheap mask. The man, who opened his eyes to surprise, looked like he had seen somewhere, but to her angry he was just an 'enemy'.

"If you want money, I'll pay you, so get out! How dare you do this to Claude?"

It was Misha trembling in anger, but there was indescribable air flowing around it. Sister held her head and sighed, and the kids around her also had a niyanya grin all the time saying, "Oh, Misha, I did it".

"Is this what you think you've grown up to be? You don't grow up."

Smoking a uniquely shaped pipe, Sister sprays smoke on Misha. Misha coughs up "cheeks" in an ambush. And I was standing in front of her after the smoke cleared.

"This brother. You helped me."

It was a worn out disciple. And when he bites off that statement and sees the man scratching his red-dyed cheeks as if the bulbs look bad, Misha finally understands the situation.

"Sorry!"

Running past at a fierce speed,

"No, I don't mind. Or are you..."

"... ah, virgin, huh!? Shh, sorry, overlapping!

"... ah, oh. It doesn't matter. It's true."

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me!

The two meet again.

"Nah, brother. How do you know about Misha?

"... by chance,"

William strokes Claude's head and deludes him. I even forgot to ask if that made you feel better, Claude. It is a little.

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"Oh, it's a big deal. I'm studying a lot."

The Dark Doctor also roars at the type, usage, and dose of medicine prescribed by Yab Doctor.

"Because I run a chamber of commerce that deals with drugs. Occupational patterns, some knowledge"

"I don't know what it is. Whatever it is, you picked up your life. Never difficult, but life-threatening if prolonged. You should be thanking this Misha for her involvement. I'm sorry, but I can't prescribe these drugs. I can't say."

"Is it that expensive?

Sister asks as she exhales purple smoke. I don't care, but I'm a monk in the service of God, and this woman likes the pipes, the monastic clothes will collapse, let alone slit into the clothes, whatever she wants. I pray to God. I haven't shown it as a one time thing so far.

"It's expensive and rare. It's a small amount, but my supplier has a mix of things that I can prepare."

"Oh, that's awesome. It's a big deal. By the way, I'm not paying you."

"I don't expect it from Sister. I'll pay!

"That's why I can't. Unless we can talk about Pong and his own ransom money, but we don't have that much company, do we? At the end price, that's not enough."

"... ugh, lie"

Misha looks at William. It was also once that I saw my sister sleep easily and stroked her chest down with relief, this time in a way the biggest problem lay in her place.

"He's the one who pays. I said Claude, or I'll make this kid pay back."

"Oh, that's impossible! This child is a child!

"It's not you who decides that. And my face is close."

"I am Claude's sister!

Misha comes even closer. William deflects his gaze with a troubled face. A woman similar to my sister who I thought I would never see again. No way, we met again the next day, and I didn't intend to end up face to face like this.

"It doesn't matter whether it's my sister or my mother. That's what Claude chose. He'll pay for it himself."

"It's common for families to replace their debt shoulders!

"That's good. He's gonna make a lot of money. I can't believe Claude."

"You're great as a mistress. I wish I had some money."

"It's not like I'm confused. Just go home, Dr. Yabb."

William gazes at Claude, ignoring his surroundings.

"You're gonna let your sister carry your load?

Claude, who shakes his neck to the side many times on that word. William smiles.

"Then it's good. Do you know a country called Arcadia?

"I don't."

"You're going with me. And you're gonna be me, Claude."

"Hey, what does that mean!?

"That's the way to pay it back. I'm free here today, but you should think about it a little bit. to be separated from 'family'. Leaving a familiar place. But it's not all bad."

That's why I'm here.

"Come with me and you'll be strong. I can bust through the people who despise you right now and look down on them. It's refreshing, the view from the heights. Don't you want to see it?

William left the scene saying so. Leave me outraged Misha.

I don't really feel like living this land away from my family for Claude. But that man's words stab me in the chest with wonder. I don't know the hard words, but I understand what you're saying. I understand. Claude doesn't know why.

"... with gray hair, Arcadia, no way, hey"

Sister's eyes were following the man's appearance.