Tower of Karma

This was another strange face to gather in the mansion of Marten.

The landlord, Marten, has a sharp eye for the lady, Mrs. Totoro Hendorks, who is frightened forward, and when he sees it, Rudolph bursts into laughter and is beaten with goo by Rheinberga and cries. Alfred talks to Yelena about the book she and I read together today and takes a peek at Ivan and his Hannah looking at the state of it.

Seeing all of them, Ark, who was sneaking around, was just getting weaker at night about his age. Though I do not admit that I am stubborn.

"... why more?

"Well, the journey is compassionate."

It was a marten with a pull tremor at Rudolph's remarks, but there was no usual spicy return of how badly his teeth were cut in front of his wife.

"My apologies, My Lord Duke of Marlten"

"Ugh, um. It's a good thing you're being polite. It's a good idea."

Usually, I was dealing with the less courteous (mainly Rudolph), which made me confused about the person with whom the courtesy was clear.

Important.

"So, what are you going to do now?

"Gu"

"We were wondering if we could gather information. It doesn't start with not knowing the enemy, and it won't be more humanely white than it is connected to Ferrante."

"... no, not quite clever. By the way, the Knight King."

"It's fine. I'm already your grandfather."

Alfred smiling.

"Guuuuu. Grandpa and kid are... yeah, if you need anything, say it. I don't have anything to do with it. Just what I can do!

I remember that I was once a grandfather and a child myself, and I was a marten that seemed like I was going to have some loose ends and tears. He's a very weak man.

"Thank you, my lord. We'll talk to you if we come up with anything."

"Uhm."

"Well, Al is in charge of gathering information. The problem is, Ivan and Hannah,"

"Mr. Hannah will see me. Patients"

"... Mr. Yelena"

Yelena was strained when she saw Hannah as a doctor. I can't forgive you for hurting the girl's appearance. It burned with a sense of purpose to try to make it slightly thinner and make the scars less visible. Estard, he said he wasn't playing with the Nederks. "Huh! Hmm!" snorts rough and slightly motivated enough for Hannah, the patient, to pull.

"Let me act a little differently. Just in case."

"Wow. If the Knight King fought with me, it would be a hundred manpower."

"Oh, my God, I'm useless as I am. Standing on our stage in the first place is not in itself a desired path for Nederks. I think we should move on as soon as possible. If I can get through justice and belief, I'll never regret it."

Ark meditates on his eyes again. And within seconds, he started snoring "Guggo". Yelena heard the arc of one person recently having difficulty breathing. It's a good year.

Then we'll wait.

"May I?

"Sleep and wait for the fruit report. It moves when it should."

"Well, is there a time when you should move on a kid?"

"I do. That's why I came back here."

Maarten pushes her silence when she sees her eyes not teared, but with a serial light. I guess he's here again finding his part.

myself, as well.

"What can I do?

"Can't Mr. Ivan be with me?

"Yes, are you with me?

"I still don't know about Nedeluxe, because there may be hooks in it for granted. I hope Mr. Ivan is all right."

"Or I don't mind. If it's okay with me."

"Thanks"

"I was just wondering if I could report Hannah and her survival."

"Oh, yeah, that's first..."

"Oh, wait, wait"

It was Rudolph who blocked the conversation between Alfred and Ivan.

"Ivan and Hannah, have them stay missing. It's scarier to be invisible to the enemy, isn't it? Besides, I've got enough tips for tonight, so why don't you let me solve it? If it's a corner, I'd like to measure who you are now."

Pillars of the times identified by Kunlat. Rudolph has never measured them directly. I wanted to see how they would move in this phase.

No matter how we black kids move, they're the ones who move the stage.

"Can you spot the enemy? Do you have the courage to jump into enemy enemies? Or choose the path to reopen and raise your own spear. I want you to stop just going right and left."

Easy trials. I'm just saying that if I can't get out of it, it was a misprospect for Kunlat. I just want enough merit to drop the marten.

"Come on, let's have fun"

Under the Rudolph Decree, we begin to move together.

"It's bedtime before that. Long ago."

"... after a good night's sleep"

After a good night's sleep...

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"- I see."

Ivan was black-and-white in his eyes for the first time in a half-day questioning attack.

Alfred's questions are diverse. Friendship to name, age and address. Background to date. Derived from his location, he also delves into the synopsis of the organization to which he belonged, including about El Touré's vigilante and the Academy of Arts and Sciences. Along with Hannah, who is being treated by Yelena next door, she is overwhelmed by furious questioning attacks.

"You've got an interesting story to tell."

"I'm sorry if you're asking me for my consent. I wasn't very interested."

"... Yelena in therapy is pretty clear!

"Oh, really?"

Running around the pharmacy early in the morning, collecting all kinds of herbs and whale liver oil, etc. In particular, liver oil was a product of whale fishing flourishing north of Marcia, which was supposedly beneficial for all diseases, with good application, good eating and good eating. Rinse it with the herbs with the Keel family secret formula.

I wonder if this is still the case. Keep gobbling. Keep gobbling.

It was an impatient and powerful Yelena.

"Shall we do what we have to do, then?"

"What to do, is it?

"Yeah. With all the info I've had and Mr. Ivan's info, I wish I could connect to one thing. If you knew you couldn't do it,"

"Introduction? Me?

"Yeah, sure. Mr. Ivan's home."

"... Huh?

Ivan, once again, make your eyes black and white.

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Ivan Bursiek didn't really like his parents' house. I've felt since I was a kid that the wall was due to my birth that I didn't think it was a job I could be proud of, and I'm not from a martial family to stick with wherever I go.

In fact, there is discrimination at the Academy of Arts. The same thing happened in the town dojo before that. Wujia or not, the sequence was clear. Ivan had it twisted down with strength, but it was still in his ear even though he didn't like being slapped in the pussy.

Out of the merchant. A stain you can't wipe as a samurai.

"Ivan! Are you all right?

"Yes."

"Haha, good. I'm so glad."

A father who seems nice to people. In fact, I guess my father loves himself. I didn't say I wouldn't carry on the trail. Note that I'm also the understander who told me to do whatever Ivan wanted. My mother was the same, she was always filled.

If I look at those three again, it becomes a complex.

"So, who is this one?

"My name is Alphonse. I can't talk to you about your affiliation, but if you think you're Ivan's subordinate, you can."

"I see. Ivan always takes care of me. I'm Efo Bursiek, head of the Bursiek family. Best regards, son."

Alphonse, Alfred, classifies Efo as a merchant because he feels soft and comes out poorly. It's not a troublesome deal if it's commercial power in the spot, but the type of hand is strong when you look at it in the long run.

Commerce has an offense as well as a battle. In order to attack, you need the courage to step into the unknown and the power to eat your opponent. In order to protect it, you need to be patient, hit sometimes, but continue to be trusted by your opponent. Business was basically supposedly stronger to attack and harder to protect, and he seemed to excel at the latter.

I don't think it's scary if it's a situation where you take away your commercial rights at the same time, but you don't want to get your hands on the commercial rights he protects, Alfred thought.

"Father, I'm sorry for being so quick, but one thing, please,"

"Ivan told me, huh? Sometimes it's unusual. Say anything. I'll do anything I can. Sometimes as a father..."

"I'd like to show you the book of merchandise"

The appearance of Efo is cloudy at once.

"... blonde blue-eyed 'product', do you mean?

"... Yes"

Yes, Ivan's home, the Bullseek family business, was a buyer. However, it is a luxury, aristocratic business with the word "luxury" on its head.

Talent store that buys luxury goods everywhere and sells them high to the rich. The main income is for boys and girls, especially the Brusheek Chamber of Commerce, which is strong for boys, and has a reputation in certain neighborhoods and many quite fat customers. People say it's a cheap business. Ivan thought so, too.

But Alfred puts his neck up.

"If there's demand there and there's supply, that would be a fine job."

A very sensible and equal view.

'I'll wear out any job. The Difference Between Selling Your Body or Selling Your Head'

I've talked a lot about him because he's like this. Normally, we talk about family business that we have nothing to tell anyone. I wanted to hear his views. Because I thought I might be able to touch new values.

"... Ivan, I was the head of the Chamber of Commerce before I was my father. There is not much information on the product, but also on the customer. I, the merchant, cannot disclose it, even within me. This is a matter of trust, bigger than the money we have."

"I'm going to know. I'm a businessman, too."

"Then..."

"You don't have a problem with me taking over the house, do you?

"... be!?

Both Efo and Alfred stare at Ivan with amazement. At the prior meeting, the fact that it was a crisis of national survival, the clues of the demon Ferrante, were meant to be attacked, equally and slowly, from many quarters.

But all of a sudden Ivan stepped in big.

"Ivan, do you know what you're talking about?

"Yeah, sure. I'm here, ready to throw away the spear."

Ivan Bursiek has always been lost. He waved his spear as a matter of course, and all this time, as he was stuck in front of the wall, he asked himself if this was okay. There is no answer. I don't see the answer now.

But that day, I met the ideal king. King of gold, a noble and untouchable being. The next time I met him, he felt very loose because of the situation, the difference of place, but it was also true that he was attracted to the freedom that sprang out of his place. I'm also happy to put the spear down if it helps.

That may be the only thing you can see.

The desire and the situation to somehow embark on a new path coincided.

"... ok. Wait a minute."

"Of course, Father. Shall we go, Alphonse? I'd like to invite you to my room. It's been a long time since I've said that myself."

That strange concordance gives rise to the next development.