Tower of Karma

When William turned to the Chamber of Commerce, the place quieted back in an instant. Einhardt, who was looking at the books at his desk, stands up quietly. I can't read any emotions from Einhardt's eyes. William had an interesting look on his face.

"We need to talk. Can you give me some time?

William nodded and answered Einhardt's offer. Stay put, both of you. Remove your seats and move to a separate room. The merchant members watching the show dropped it off with a complicated look.

"Ma, you won't feel good. Winning or losing didn't mean a lot from the start. that our struggle also did not require a spreading of funds itself in the first place"

Veerant nodded yeah to Gigisvalt's words.

"Rather, I fell in love again. While letting his men bet, he plots to win no matter how he falls. The only way to lose control is if we find out about it. That's another story to draw the man's attention to. It's not like the winning horse rocked."

Veerant nodded, even in the words of Dietwalt. Dietwalt, Gigiswalt, and all the people in the Chamber of Commerce here laughed at that lack of moderation. Whether you know you're being laughed at or not, Veerant also shows his teeth and laughs.

"Yay! Good luck with your work today!

I went to work on my own with the decree of Veerant. Hold down the country. I will not give any job to any other chamber of commerce. It stops my breath completely here. That leaves a source of anxiety. It can germinate and swallow itself.

I therefore leave no concern. Buying and selling a sword and eating it, that is now the Lewis Chamber of Commerce.

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"You heard from Laurent, didn't you?

Einhardt nodded silently at William's inquiry.

"It was all on your palms. Win or lose, it's a meaningless fight."

Einhardt had a grin of self-derision. William shakes his head when he sees it.

"No, you guys played a serious game at the end. And you won. Neither me nor Laurent expected a showdown, a prodigal son of scholars, to break the monster of business. That's also in a different way than a gold slap. I ate it in a smarter way."

Ainhardt's expression does not change where he is praised. Rather, the grin of self-derision deepens.

"What did Laurent say?

"The housekeeper told Carl, the Chamber of Commerce told me to follow you, and then..."

"It's not. About the battle."

Einhardt bit his teeth with regret.

"He said he lost his hand. If it's true, you won, and you're still sweet. In the end, I was the only one who really did it, and he always had an extra look, as usual. What's it worth to the battle you let me win? They ran him off without denying him. What am I? Everything's halfway, hate, everything, they win away and they're par. That would be funny, wouldn't it?

Einhardt's enthusiasm runs. The emotions around there were a mix of different colors, and I no longer knew what color they were. I guess Einhardt himself is losing it. The original vengeance also weathered with Laurent's death. I think my love for my original parents has just disappeared, and with death I show only a little face.

"I see. But calm down and think about it. Where's the benefit of Laurent being out of hand? If it's to the detriment of either, it could be out of hand. But the situation is the same whether you win or lose. Then there's no point in getting out of hand"

Einhardt's expression changes only slightly.

"Was he such a son thoughtful father that he lost his hand in that situation? Was he a sweet man? That man is a ghost of business. There was no compromise among the many taught. That man said it before the battle started. You can't let a sweet kid win yet. Knock him out with all your might. If you beat yourself on top of that... it's so hard to admit as a merchant that I regret it, and as a father... it's been stopped. I'll tell you someday."

Einhardt opened his eyes wide. Thoughts that should come to mind first if true, but Laurent for Einhardt was too big to think of that.

"You think that guy was talking about losing money?

"Come on? I heard you said that. That's all you know."

William dared to let go without a word. Only this isn't about the relationship between the two of us, William should step in. Still, I stepped in here to make him realize the mistake, in order not to lose a pawn named Einhardt. Einhardt is so delicate that he stops at something like this. William decided he needed some care.

"Well, shall we get back to business? Now you have two options. One is to remain compliant with me and run the Taylor Chamber of Commerce under me, including under umbrella. The other thing is to stay away from me and reign as head of the Taylor Chamber of Commerce. My intention is naturally the former, as is the idea of the former chairman. But now you're the head of the Chamber of Commerce, and you're the judge."

Originally, the subject matter was the story about the future. I just solved Einhardt's misunderstanding, which I felt was being manipulated by William and Laurent. The answer may have changed a little after this if I hadn't figured it out.

"Now, I'm following you. But if the wind changes direction, I'll let it fall out."

"Fine, that's the merchant. Let's run together."

William and Einhardt shake hands. The whiteness was precisely between merchants.

"I'm going to wrap up the iron mill thing first. I've got a wingspan to give back, but my technicians and I are already on the ground. Measurement is the main thing right now. Materials are known at this stage. I've already ordered them, and I'll be back on site soon."

"Copy that. I'll take care of that. As long as we can get one track record, we'll fall apart. For God's sake, the main business gets Dietwalt moving on its head. I'll move the Taylor Chamber of Commerce for the time being. As soon as we have a track record in the North and the handover is complete around Veerant, you can lead it again."

"I have no complaints. I'm sorry, let me take the time to talk like this."

"It doesn't matter. It's necessary, even if it's trivial."

At the end of the story, the two of them get up. On the way out of the room with the two of us as they were, Fu stopped as if Einhardt had come up with something. And I have a naughty grin.

"By the way, didn't that guy tell you about William? Like Rutgard."

William also stopped again and put his head on like he was in trouble.

"A little. Really, that man was a pain in the ass until the time of his death. Maybe that guy and Rutgard understand what I'm all about. There's a difference between trying to soak it in there and looking away."

Einhardt dared not return a response. It's not like I don't care what they said. But I decided that I probably shouldn't step in. Stepping into William's pocket gives a sense of death. That's why Einhardt doesn't step in. Laurent also stepped in for the first time with death close at hand.

Einhardt instinctively understands that this sense of distance is just right. It's more dangerous than that. How foolish it must be to step in here without a chance. Yes, Einhardt was feeling it.

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It was only a week since William returned to Arkas, and there was a time of tranquillity in the Royal Palace. Rather, the change in the balance of power caused by eating the Five Chambers of Commerce and keeping the Taylor family under its umbrella had led to more busy businesses.

Of course, it's on the surface that it's peaceful. Since Gaius' tea, there have been situations where Airhardt's attitude has been somewhat alienated by the blatant change. I don't have time for the obliteration of the myths of misconduct that derive from it or for explanations to the aristocrats who are imploring me.

Still, there was no major incident. I didn't expect my current standing to move, even though I didn't do it as William or as a meritorious man, and I often stepped on it as more peaceful than it was in the year of the King's Council. At least that's what happened with history.

"Excuse me! Earlier, orders arrived from the Nedeluxe side, and there have been serious reports."

William shifts his gaze to the words of his men who appeared sweating. What comes to mind is the gaze of receiving a report once and for all. But I wasn't that interested. Anyway, Blue Guiko forces him to attack around Marslan, and Browstat bounces it back. I can't think of anything else in the first place. It is difficult to unplug the current browstat even if all three nobles are out. It also takes time. There is no such line at a time when the report is up now.

"Admiral, Bernhardt has picked up Marslan!

For a moment, William's thoughts fly. The place changed to silence at once. Then bursting cheer. Hooray for the trilogy. In it, William was the only one who had thought of it with a difficult look.

"At that time, it appears that the Gilberto Division Commander and the Hilda Lead Hundred were also active. It is likely to strike at once and seize the momentum from the eastern entrance of Nederks to Spirche."

It lacks the corner of the Trinity, and eats up quite a bit of the territory on the east side. Precisely the early work of electro-optical fires. It's unlikely he attacked normally.

(Probably made Marslan attack, as he did last year. That's where they put Bernhardt. Nevertheless, even if you decide on a counter, can you pick up a Marslan that easy? You're a little hooked)

Organizing the situation doesn't fit well either.

"Division chief, it's a convocation letter. It will be for all those who are currently in Arkas, not even Admiral or Division Leader."

William nodded silently. I have questions. But what matters now is not how you took Marslan. What will we do in the future by discussing Marslan?

At the beginning beyond last year's upheaval, common sense no longer prevails.

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A room in the palace of Arkas, gathered there in such a facade. Herbert von Osvalt, deputy general of the First Army and eldest son of Osvalt, including General Baldias of the Second Army, and deputy general Rolf of the man 'Steel', known in the Third Army as Kaspar's right-hand man, Legion leaders and division leaders who were around Arkas. That's all the faces got to the same seat.

"Explain the situation, Herbert."

Arcadia King Eduardo asked briefly. Herbert stands up.

"First of all, please understand that this matter has been moved independently by General Bernhardt and is significantly divergent from the idea of the First Army in the country. That man's dictatorship was overwhelming yesterday."

"His Majesty is not asking for excuses or anything. Take your seats. I'll have Carl von Taylor go explain this."

It was Airhardt who stopped Herbert from speaking. Herbert sits still as ordered. It was Carl who stood up instead.

"As the idea of Admiral Bernhardt, I had the desire to break the current state of affairs, one by one. We recognize that since we held Browstat, even if we extended our hand from there, we will be immediately retaken, and this time it was an attack as a single hand to overturn the situation."

Herbert teeth at Carl's words. There were more unforgivable things than arbitrariness without passing through.

"Our, it was only a prediction, but we thought one of the three dignitaries would attack us, as they did last year. If you intercept that with a browstat, it is appropriate to repel without difficulty, but the other side will also retreat with ease. That's the same as before."

In listening to it, only William wanted to see the complexion around him. As we already assumed, the fact that Marslan was taken away narrowed the course of action. It is therefore important that those who agree with this story, those who deny it, discern them. is to sort.

"We therefore dared to attack and choose a field that would also give the other side a chance to win. If you were able to take Marslan as far as Spirce, you would be able to expand your territory at once. The Spirce Mountains, the gateway to the east, are the jetty of the enemy."

Spirce, a mountainous city, is a steep Spirce mountain range stretching from large north to south, making it a trading hub with a few pedestrian streets easily accessible. Take it there. If you can secure the lid, the east side will stabilize from there at once. Several voiced their admiration at the move looking ahead to it.

"I see. Then why didn't you report it to anyone in this room, knowing that?

There was no special emotion on Rolf's face that I asked. It would be a pure question. Carl opens his mouth with a tense face.

"… this operation carries risks. The risk of losing in the field."

"Understood. Silence for fear of being stopped. As an organization, it is a matter to blame, but everyone on this occasion would have had the same experience. I understood. You don't have to blame me any more, you don't have to agree."

This place solidified in Rolf's standing position. The merits of discussing Marslan are to be reckoned with, and the silence of this operation is more heavy than that. Because if I tell you, it's synonymous with not trusting the leadership.

Carl bows his head to Rolf. Rolf ignored it.

"So how should we move in the future?

Everyone silenced on Baldias' words. Hellberto lifts his hand in exasperation. Behind it, the white knight was also raising his hand. Baldias sends a glimpse...

"William, let's hear the division leader's valve."

He silenced Herbert's valve, whose sequence was supposed to be overwhelming. Herbert opens his eyes wide. Aduart, Airhardt also opened her eyes thinly.

"As you all understand, this attack was a move in the grey zone in both countries. The promised two weeks of non-combat are naturally assumed to be non-combat, as are the travel days of each country, implicitly. Arcadia and Nedeluxe will have the same number of days traveled, there will be no accusations because they keep it tight there. The problem is in the future."

William with the beginning in from the summary. The words that follow...

"Naturally, the Nederks will take a counter-attack stance by the fierce. Spirce is more land than I want to take this one. That's land I want to keep dead. On the Estado side, emptying the Elmas de Gran could also direct your total force. Sending reinforcements can also be a must-have hand. But..."

William puts down a beat. Look around and let the exploration in.

"- Laconia, that is, we cannot de-alert the Ostberg side. Though Lord Yang, the most hostile opponent in the battle ahead, is eyeing, Strakless, Kimon, of course, is Eving, who drew from the princess of Garias"

William turns his gaze to one side. I was so upset there.

"And some up-and-coming Lester. Even from the landscape, the danger is better in Ostberg, and it's not a situation where you can easily divide a handful of battles."

If they pull out Laconia, they'll see Oldengard in no time. Continuous and less handicapped geographical conditions were jumping Ostberg's dangers. Oppositely, the Nederks have a river even if they pull out the browstat, and it's difficult to invade from there. Therefore, the danger level is low and the priority level is not high.

"As a conclusion, we are not in a situation where we can move now. Expect Lord Bernhardt's hand."

"Do you mean to make a move called immobility?"

"But I won't move my power. We should move..."

A white knight who presented the option of immobility, no one knows whether to hire this or not, and whether to be auspicious or vicious after hiring.

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William and Carl stood in an arched crossing that existed in the corner of the royal palace. From there, it overlooks Arkas and is so famous as to be a hidden and spectacular spot in the royal palace.

"Haha, you couldn't have thought of us in the royal palace like this a while ago."

"Right. Well, it's not a big deal if you get used to it."

"William's been here a long time, hasn't he? Then get used to it."

A little wind blew. Still a cold breeze, flying with just a little moisture.

The situation tilted at once. Arcadia and Nedeluxe, that balance of power has fallen apart. Their pride of being three nobles is crushed, and this general is about to decide the battle once and for all. If you take Spilche, you've decided to win or lose. It's just like Arcadia dropping Ordengard.

"I'll be right back. I don't know if I'll make it."

Carl's words were filled with trust. In time, I guess what that word means is the opposite of what William feels' in time '. Take Spirce and fly the Arcadia flag there, I do not doubt the sight.

"Carl's gonna make it, if he's gonna make it. If you're taking the time to attack Spirche until Carl arrives, Nederks' main unit will make it too. Don't be foolish, it's the general of this country who holds the reins."

I had nothing but skepticism about William's words. Storytelling as if that sight were a dream story.

"I pulled out a Marslan. Jacqueline clings to Elmas De Gran. Blue Guido and Reaper should be back in their country once. I don't think there's anything to worry about."

"Right. I think so, too. But I don't think so."

There was one assumption in William. The reasoning I never spoke of at this meeting was that I had a feeling it wouldn't come off.

"Gilberto is strong now."

"Enough to defeat Marslan, or"

"Yeah. One-on-one, I think we'll definitely win"

Absolute trust in Carl's eyes, I assure you. Neither of us have a reason to know, but perhaps Bernhardt discussed where Gilberto cornered him and leaked him. I don't doubt Bernhardt's strength, but he's not strong enough to defeat Marslan in a fight. That even William can't kill off Marslan in the first place.

There must have been an irregular one. Nedeluxe, of course, had something that Arcadia's country could not even know about - Gilberto fulfilled its irregular stinging growth. That's how the trust sprinkled from Carl's eyes and words concluded to William.

"Let's believe him now. But I don't think Aoyagi will collapse like this. You'd have felt it, too, wouldn't you? That's not who we are. I don't think heaven is going to kill him now."

William remembers. The gambling with the Son of God, its upside. It was a battle on the card. As both William and Wolfe joined Apollonia, Carl and Ernst, they just continued to ignore the odds of one person winning, and at the end of the day they went up and showed each other a role that, as declared, was only aligned with astronomical odds. There is no squid. I wasn't a talent to miss that.

"I know. Luck doesn't interfere. I've been discussing Marslan, and Blue Guiko's luck shouldn't be universal. I'll bet you who wins."

"I'll do the same. But I'll take care of it. Browstat is a bridgehead to the Nederks, at a conference. Oh, I said, but it's more important than the rakonia of the continuum that you can take back at any time. Protect me. I'll do my best, too."

"William's suggestion was very helpful. 'That' makes it a lot easier."

"I can't get reinforcements out, but I'll do what I can. That's why I'm here."

"I'm counting on you, White Knight"

"Leave it to me, Browstat's Ethereal Shield"

Carl nodded with a full smile. Then he flips away his cape with refreshment.

Carl's back, seeing its size, William grinned bitterly. The boy, who had nothing to do with anything but kindness, grew to this point. That's why it's time to be in danger.

Because that neck has created value.