Tower of Karma

Leaving Arcadia Central, where various thoughts intertwined, Dennis, the Hope of the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, had entered the former Ostberg territory. In the trail of the battle, where people of various nationalities are pushed over, the wretched ones, driven by force, who have lost their homes and lost their families, are taken into captivity and placed on the market to this country. In these places, the early winner exists as a rule, and the 'things' that were previously restrained by chains, shackles, etc., are owned by those who are now partitioning the scene. This early includes the army and mercenaries.

The point is owned by the winner, but this one was a war and the scope was too wide. For this reason, there are sesame seeds that have been removed or dared to be discarded.

Dennis' role is to collect them and not let them leave the country.

"Hey, that kid"

"How many are you going to buy?

Of course, Dennis has a preference. Old man, those freaked out by the disease play, and they don't make a lot of sense in the first place. Therefore, the keepers try to make the old man look as young as possible, and they try to hide the disease. You know, it's the buyer's arm to spot that.

"That kid didn't raise his hand."

"That's not good enough. You're sick."

Dennis' cut off was so great that it took the form of others following him. Besides, no merchant eats poorly and hangs in a situation that has already shown sufficient differences in financial power. I'm willing to buy it all, but there's a chance they'll catch it and grab it high, and in these places, the guy with the money is justice.

Poor resistance can kill you.

"Cut it up. Not here."

"I wonder if the Taylor Chamber of Commerce can even get its hands on the slave market. What a mess."

"I hear there's some voices out there. Look, that Duchamp bastard over there, he usually doesn't even raise his voice to you to buy and fish. So is Honza over there."

"Big, you're just a strong one. I don't think this market is gonna work either."

"That's because you're going to raze the market and eat it. Wheat's about a third chewing there now, too, isn't it? I heard that Mary was a partition now, but she couldn't get it at that price because she didn't make it, so she took over the farm herself without a contract from the sobbing farmer."

"It's just ghosts. Well, the Admiral's in the back. And I've been with you both."

It's practically the National Policy Chamber of Commerce. Shit.

The Grand Chamber of Commerce called the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, the back of which has two generals. Resistance is really life-threatening. Just move a private soldier in the ranks of generals, and a concurrent chamber of commerce won't protect them. Even a nobleman with quite a territory would have a difficult cause to defend.

The Taylor Chamber of Commerce was cursed of 'bad eating' among merchants. Hands and feet in any industry, in any market, and disturb the market to be ours. The modus operandi is sometimes forceful, sometimes neat, harnessing financial and knowledge, and talent to take away.

Therefore, I was not willing to fight anywhere with my back down.

"What's going on!?

"This man should have a pretty good value elsewhere."

Other chambers of commerce were scattered and buyers with surpluses of sales held their heads.

"It will also be troublesome to transport them elsewhere. Two men over there, three women there, the boy will buy those two, and the girl will buy one there. Twenty pieces of silver per person, what do you think?

Based on the quality of the product, it is cheap to break. However, there are no merchants other than Dennis on this occasion, and others buy the product as defective. That's how Dennis operated it. Dominate the place and buy it cheap later without buying it on the spot.

People buying decided to hit their hands with twenty pieces of silver when they saw the devil smile he'd unleash. Spot good products, dominate the place and buy cheap. The merchants at the Taylor Chamber of Commerce do this fundamentals thoroughly for everyone. He hates me so much, he's so strong.

Dennis was the son of the strongest Taylor Chamber of Commerce, its thorough modus operandi.

Young Joon-young, carrying a Taylor Chamber of Commerce sign, moves out.

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William sniffed a plate and smiled at the servant. A servant with a slightly blue expression. William grabs the head and pushes it against the dish. Surprised by the sudden outrage, William removed the servant's jaw and poured a loosely wavering soup into his plate. Results -

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!?

A servant whirling around. Blowing bubbles, cramping his body, spraying blood out of holes in his body to his death. Without even looking at the terrible death, William had his hands on another plate. It's nothing like what just happened, that's how William behaves.

"Oh, do you know anything about poison?"

"It is now absorbed by the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, but I ran it. The beginning of the Lewius Chamber of Commerce lies in drugs, their raw materials, etc. I have some knowledge of myself, and I have an approximate idea of where in Arcadia what drugs are out there."

If the medicine passes, it becomes poison. Most poisons are fortified with drugs, but they are used in a different way, and in many cases poison is also handled as the face behind the pharmacy. So much so that the table and the back had been replaced, such as the Lewis Chamber of Commerce, where the back side was strong.

Yes, the Lewis Chamber of Commerce was selling raw materials knowing it would be poisonous. The books are in William's head. In the seven years since it was captured by the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, that data has also been updated in my mind. Covered to the point where it was dangerous, illegitimate and totally illegal, it was in a sense information behind things that even royalty could not know.

"The poison that brings a person to death is what gives off the less dangerous reward of its strength. In this case it was a smell, but there are also significant changes in colour and flavour. Well, if it tasted like it, it was too late. Heh heh, I'm pretty lucky. Also, if you're tasteless and odorless like the other day, you can't avoid it. Therefore, poison is horrible. Really, horrible."

But even that is shallow water for William.

(Know this one, the poison of a concubine? Where, how, can I know that?

The higher the risk of poison, the more it can only be bought through darkness. Even royalty does not change that, and its darkness is completely contained by William. So William was not afraid to reach for the plate, and he knew that if it was lethal, he should only be alert to the smell.

(If you want to kill me with poison, I'll get it in front of you. The poison is expensive because it's difficult, and the information won't slip through me.)

Even if the target is a viper, vigilance is easy if it is on the selling side of that poison. Poison is powerless for those who know perfectly where and by whom. As long as we hold the information, we can seal off the poison just by keeping away from the polarity itself.

William knows. So strong. The head of the Great Chamber of Commerce, he manipulates the flow of things, follows the turbulence of gold, and now even tries to manipulate people. The witch in front of me who uses the weapon of a born woman is also horrible, but it can't be that this man who tries to cow everything in the world, young and old, isn't horrible.

Leodegar smiles. It's even more gigantic than it was back then, knowing the strength of my love enemies. There is no fear of being eaten by this. Conversely, it can even be eaten. You were right to look at her. Because I've been spotting this man as a demon since I didn't have the 'basis' like now. A feast of true monsters, incomparable with yourself and others.

Of all the charms that will be played out in the royal palace in the future, there will be no one of them. That's a little reassuring to think about. Even if it was synonymous with death...

This feast lasted until William left Altvais Castle. In the meantime, Claudia was always in a good mood, and William enjoyed herself somewhere else.

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"Is it me at the end?"

"Because it's the easiest. Your Highness, if you're dealing with someone, just reason."

"Hehe, the guts that come without hesitation beneath me in hostility are just one word"

Airhardt, the most accommodating gateway to the last fort, offers a single sentence of parchment when he sees William, who returned alive from under the witch.

"I endorse it if it is in the national interest. But other than that, they're still enemies. You are strong, too strong. You cannot be a medicine in a country called Arcadia. [M] Because you're too strong, you can only be poison. I take the poison out of this country and show it, even beyond my share"

Parchment had a bill written on it. It is what William imagined it to be, the very thing William was looking for. The best hand to perceive thoughts and respond to them. The biggest difficulty I have in grasping heaven will still be this man.

"If I were poison, as long as I lived in this land and this country was there, I would gradually become resistant to poison and eventually overcome it. It would be a stronger country there if it were. I'll keep it as a compliment, that it's poison."

For Airhardt, the man in front of him is the first and last enemy. Neither my brother nor my relatives were my own enemies. Only this man reigns on this occasion as his own enemy. There are few places I can beat this man. Now, the only thing and absolute part is winning.

Arcadia Royal Blood Muscle. No matter how William scratches his feet, he doesn't have the art of taking it into himself. Born is absolute. The only way to get beyond that is to destroy everything. But William won't take that hand. Because he also places the same emphasis on the national interest as Airhardt. If so, only one hand will be left.

I've already seeded Eleonora. Claudia let him out. Either way, it won't get to Airhardt's neck. I won't let it arrive.

Winning is who you are, both eyes say so.