Tower of Karma

By Jan's own statement his treatment left the hands of the House of Lords. Therefore, the Lordship Council closes the meeting, and each shows a variety of things as they are interested in public discourse and on their way home.

The topic is all about Jan, who would be sentenced to extreme imprisonment. Most were things that mocked him. The loss of a man promised victory, would be the finest thing for gossip. Everyone laughs at him and slaps his pussy that he's a stupid man.

That's what I'm talking about.

"It was an interesting spectacle. Smells blue, full of passion, doesn't know fear"

Sprinkling outfit, one man walks off the wind with his shoulders. Behind it also walks a boy and a young man with a similar face, whether he is a son or not, a man in that narrow room.

"Good people. It would have been of great benefit to each other if we could have joined hands. It's a shame. I'd love to pick it up in the fire, but it's not a good time."

A blonde blue-eyed gentleman. Hair is all-back. The man, laughs intimidatingly.

"Is that all you eat and still not enough, you are"

The following son and thoughtful man speak.

"Of course I did. I've eaten up the genre now. If we are to continue to grow, we need to get our hands on different areas. I could have set him up as soon as I could."

The beast grins like a beast. The man's gaze at the atmosphere of the scene, he turned to...

"Marquis, what is it?

"... that man, the rumored Taylor"

"Taylor? Oh, is that Taylor? But he will never be called to a place like this, the Baron of Growth. How did you get to the House of Lords?

The man, called the Marquis, saw for a moment a murderous glance. I'll take your necks at once as long as I get a 'foothold', those eyes said that more eloquently than words.

"A handover would be as much. Some of my friends ate that. Everyone knew Arcadia had a Jewel King. I'm not in this world anymore. He wasn't the man who followed someone. Death is the only way to lose."

"... it's the way the lower house does it. Price slamming, etc., is harmful to the market and has no interest. That's not the merchant's way. It's madman business."

"Therefore the man rode. In the first place, beating each other has a minute for those whose local power prevails. But the result was to overturn expectations. At the time, that man, who was the # 1 industry share that would not allow any other followers, lost to Taylor, who was still underpowered, albeit rising to third place. We were reviewing logistics, scrutinizing purchases, and cutting costs in ways that were unthinkable to our old merchants. Otherwise, there's no winning eye. It was a castle on an iron wall that didn't even want to fight in the first place."

Victory in overturning the expectations of the great. Scratch each other's brands, crash the value of the stones they were cowing in the country, and kill them. The opponent is dead, but full of creativity himself. It is the way everyone fears. Even monkeys can cut prices. Because it makes no sense not to do it.

Killed the market and so did the other guy. That man does it.

"In the end, the second Viscount would have just laughed. In that case, eating the other person's share is only dashigala. None of the benefits. That's what I thought."

"Those two were eaten yesterday. This meeting of nobles, perhaps the Viscount of Ha, let him in. He's a decent nobleman, financial and historic. If it's his introduction, many say no. It's because they've eaten that money."

The Marquis' talker stares at the monster's back, which is becoming distant with incredible eyes.

"Now I blushed the brand. He sat idly by the brand and slowly pulled out the artisans who had been cold, with favourable treatment and discourse, weakening the Viscount's power. And without shyness we sell similar high quality products, and outside we hustle, twitch, shred and win that the quality of our opponents has fallen"

Dirty ways, that's how it appears in the eyes of the aristocrats. But there's a point in saying that it's better to win any road, that you did it, but you win. Even in the mud, he grabbed the victory, and the man completely cowed the domestic jewellery business. The only king to crush all the contenders and reign in a market that has lost its competitors.

"There's a day when you can use that financial power to get your hands on other areas -"

Everyone fears. A man who comes to win by whatever means he takes. The market is rough. Winning will undoubtedly hurt you, and losing money just fighting is visible. Perhaps there is no denying the possibility that he even fought so roughly to make that image.

An antagonistic baron, who doesn't even make you think of handing out high-ranking nobles. As a nobleman, while at the bottom, its influence no longer deserves to be at the top of the nobility if it is limited to the field. I jumped across the business world and got a foothold to even show my face in the political world.

"Well. If that's the case, it's easier."

Run a single market. Next, if that's it, it's just barbarism, somewhere to be sure. But if we started consolidating, if we were to form a market for iron walls and then move on to the next, then we would be made up of that man, a giant monster who couldn't even reach himself.

Rational beast. A monster that combines wisdom and violence.

"If I'd been working with Jan von Zeke, I wouldn't have had one."

Dietvalt von Royenthal, the giant of merchants who preside over Arcadia's weapons. I think even such a man. Young, motivated and powerful. There would have been various prospects if the two people active in different fields had been put together.

With such a gaze on his back, the king, Laurent von Taylor, walks majestically in the middle, unintentionally through the nobles of high rank, behaving like a baron.

"Even the Zeke family crumbled. If we continue the way we are, we will follow the same path sooner or later."

"Einhardt, that's different. He and I have a different kind of 'power'. His' power 'is a thing pointing outward, mine is inward. I can't defeat the outside enemy right now, but I'm better on the inside. Because the sword is powerless to the inner enemy."

Laurent smiled pitifully.

"He missaw the power he needed. When Strakles was discussed, he became a general, and his desired alteration was not achieved. There was a faster way. Join me and tear the world apart."

It's a waste, I sincerely think.

"If it wasn't the sword, the money would have killed the enemy inside."

Let's laurent.

"... don't kill the Viscount. Yeah, well, it's pointless for the guy who did it."

"You're just like him and your ass is blue. It's good to talk about dreams, but think about them. Make a mistake because you place people as beautiful things, think of them as smart hands and measure things. Scum and cunt, foolish and ugly all over greed, that's what people are like in battle places. Don't expect them. If you don't want to make a mistake."

"... who are you? You have no ethics."

I laugh bitterly at my son's blue odor and remember myself one day.

"No. Money tells me what's not right and right. It's only justice if there's a lot of money going around. Other than that, it's impurities, throwing them away. Want to win, Spring."

That's why Laurent shows. How to win as a contender.

Win to win. That's the King's Road. I don't need emotion where it is.

"I felt sorry for him because I smelled gold. I won't do it from him now. That's why I'm not interested. What you were saying is true. Wouldn't a lot of people be convinced as individuals? Especially the raccoon of the progressing left-ministerial family, etc., could even have endorsed it in the heart. But it didn't ring. He didn't have the power to move the group. Zeke or genius, it's not enough. What we need is a 'force' that binds them, sometimes we can kill them. I would say gold. I think that was the only change in the feeling of the air in that place. If you agree, you die, if you do, you'll have to agree, right?

Wrong power to gain. I thought it was a shortcut. A path to discussing the general. That, as a martial officer, was the natural path if he was born in Zeke. That's why he didn't realize it was far away. I didn't know. There was more. Various ways.

It's rolling as much into the world as it wants, such as weaker vertices. And maybe that was closer to the civilian, to the tomorrow he wanted.

"The power seems to be used, too, so that we can't help but store the money. No matter how powerful you are, it doesn't make sense if you're the kind of person who can't influence the spot. time and case, he should have collected various powers. Take the time, spare no effort, huh? Too much licking of the world. The world is not as sweet as it moves with the enthusiasm of young people. People aren't perfect enough to shake just the truth."

Break through the walls of nobility from the citizens and aim up from the bottom of the nobility. There are walls that those who were on the way from the beginning do not understand. Thick, thick walls that don't lean down. They're building it up intentionally up there. They're blocking the hole so they don't attack.

Changes in the dominant structure, making rules for the top not to lose money. The top is afraid of push-ups from the bottom. That trend is stronger than incompetence. That's why, in all honesty, the world doesn't change with every beauty. Emotions are repelling it. To defeat, we need more power than that.

"You can take today as a lesson. Young, powerful and upright. His words made sense. Not wrong. It would have gotten a lot of endorsement too if it was an even place. But it didn't arrive. Nobles don't even help shit with straight thoughts, such as the right words, in a world that royalty has built conveniently on them"

Laurent pitied himself over his back. They young people are right and not wrong. It is listening to their words if you are king. But the world hasn't done that. At least that's not what Arcadia is made of. Sooner or later, so will Garias. Just as Nedeluxe, once the newest and sharpest, has drawn a heavy body and been overtaken by a mild uplift.

It is also inevitable if the vast majority that make up the world becomes incompetent.

"We just need the power to crush the cowardly, wise people. Clearer than words, you guys have enough blades to be poked at for being wrong. You're too young, he is. Woohoo, wasted."

Laurent wants it. To get a blade that can poke you into the wrong world of crap. Only 'she' endorsed that way of life. I truncated the 'girlfriend' but moved on. Now it's still on the way, once it's time to go back to scaffolding consolidation.

Until you get the hang of just stepping into the next battlefield and winning.