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The letter of the letter of recommendation envelope pointed by Fran was noticed a beat later after the multilingual interpretation function of Understanding.
"Is this Brunnenian, by any chance? You can speak Brunnen language!"
"In the field of gunpowder manufacturing, Brunnen is far ahead of the whole continent. Anyone who's been to the Academy of Sciences will speak Bruneen language."
Reading books and speaking are completely different things, and Fran can speak a foreign language at the level of a native speaker. He seemed a little embarrassed, maybe he was proud of what he said.
Clayo's eyes, which were opened with surprise, are bent with laughter. It was the joy of a moment, praising one's own investment eye.
'You're too good to have Fran. He's one of the most talented people.'
"I don't know. I thought you were born with an Eastern border accent, but you spoke Brunnenian. Fran, you're really amazing. It's an honor to be able to help you.”
"I just did what I had to do."
"No, no one else could have done that without you.”
I feel almost solemn when I see him not doing anything bad under the belief that he should reveal the truth.
Strangely enough, it wasn't just because he was a useful person. It was because he reminded me of some of the faces he had known before.
In the original history department, there are very few members who believe in the world's transformation and practice it.
Such people tried to practice what they believed to be "right" by devoting all their time and well-being, no matter what their natural background was.
Of course, they did not build personal relationships with their peers or reach friendships. Because in the past, I didn't have the will or the freedom to do so.
In the previous world, Clayo's life was difficult and he had never really helped to achieve words made up of abstract nouns in reality, living worrying about a meal tomorrow.
However, only one half day of a spring day lasts for a long time to form a layer of memory.
On the first day of May, he took over the road in front of the school. Songs of familiar but unfamiliar lyrics.
The memory of listening to what colleagues who seem to be young and ignorant of universal values that are not limited to a country or a time.
While Clayo was lost in complex thoughts, Fran picked up each piece of data and began to put the ether into the Mana Stone Plates.
Pared.
a rustic rock
Documents and photos began to be copied one by one in the winter solstice of Ma Kwang-seok. Clayo also helped Fran make a copy of the evidence.
I felt more and more comfortable as I continued to work on simple tasks.
Before I knew it, the sunset came over the narrow window and shone squarely on the floor where the two young men sat.
Fran asked vaguely.
"You and your friends had a lot of trouble over the Kishion estate. Did your father say anything?”
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Clay had a subtle look on his face, holding a sheet of wax that copied the contents of the report.
"Well, when I got into trouble, I ran out and was completely disowned, but after a few days... If that's what I meant, I can't break it," he just let it go. That's why I didn't say anything more.”
"I guess Gideon Asher didn't beat his own son."
"That's what it is."
Clayo shut his mouth because he still didn't contact Count Werner and felt awkward to talk about his father in front of Fran, who seemed to be missing each other.
'Mrs. Canton's reaction seems to be affecting the will left by Lady Telma.’
I had a vague idea that the act of forcing the weak youngest son into the Capital Defense Corps school and pressuring Clayo as if he had expected a change was related to Telma.
"You said that the power of vision in this world only appears to women.’
Arthur's mother was like that, and Melchior's mother had something strange to hear.
'Then there's a possibility that Telma might have had some kind of revelation.’
The archbishop once said that the god of the world had difficulty weaving the net of probability to make his place.
Who knows if Telma's will is also the author's safe haven.
As summarized in the first chapter before the very last volume, the story of Choi Jong-go.
The two wizards measured their hands, and the work was done by early evening.
a rustic rock
with a thud
Fran, who arranged the order of Ma Kwang-seok's winter solstice and angled Mola, handed Clayo a piece of paper.
"Now, it's all over."
Bloody sweaty, precious, and a source of shaking the situation on the continent over the next few years.
Clayo held out his hands and accepted the paper respectfully.
Fran, who handed over a copy of the data to Clayo, looked more comfortable. Maybe it was because Ale went in about two pints.
"I have a question, Asher. Brunenen, who attacked the territory of Kishion, was to be taken to the capital by order of the Crown Prince, do you know the news afterwards.
After the announcement that we are negotiating behind the scenes over the repatriation, we have no news.”
"The crown prince did it.”
"That's right."
"Are you even trying to destroy a witness to cover up the presence of poison?"
"I don't know… it's not going to be easy to tell people the truth because things are like this. It was possible because it was only once that I caught him off guard with a third-rate gossip."
"Don't be so despondent. We'll find a way."
Fran's face, which he says so, was strong and determined.
There is only one thing to do for such a person.
Clayo, who took good care of the photocopier, gently pushed out a bunch of Aurum gold coins from the bottom of his bag.
The revolution and the distribution of truth are all about eating.’
After opening his pocket and looking at the contents for a long time, Fran raised her eyebrows neatly. I thought I might get angry, but instead, I received a short but serious thank-you.
He strapped the pocket back into the gap between the lid of his suitcase. Then he opened Clayo again with his strange eyes.
"These Aurum gold coins are of different ages, and the very old ones are the imprints of Queen Carmela. What have you been up to?"
The use of Aurum gold coins got an idea from Mietzs. I can't give you a personal check, whether it's a name or a borrowed name.
"There was this and that. It's nothing compared to what you've been through.”
"Now I know for certain who left 3,000 dinars of gold in the mailbox at Bartleby's printing house.”
"Why does it happen? I put in a little to repay you.”
I was a little embarrassed because I dragged out something that I didn't want to be robbed by anyone.
When the transportation union strike was being planned for the first time earlier this year, Bartleby, the head of the flag, also added strength and gave up the meeting place.
As Clayo's best-seller was exclusively filmed, the situation at the print shop was much better, but it was not a huge surplus, so I put some gold coins in the activity support fund.
This is because the anger of the union members was not considered to be someone else's business in the position of being exploited by God.
It`s deceptive to have the nation`s first refusal as its father and to be the core force of one of the three princes.”
"Just because you want a king doesn't mean you want the flags to be broken. Even the gods who confer authority on kings can die or be forgotten, and they don't have to consider the monarchy the only and absolute thing.”
"It's said that it's a time when God has left the continent, but it's quite a bold argument. You're a strange fellow. The conservative reaction is to become a heretic."
While saying that, Fran's eyes felt clearly relaxed. It seemed that those who found a club with the same taste in youth suddenly came to mind.
At this point, Clayo's side thought, "How can human beings be so consistent?"
"You're an atheist because you're left, Fran....’
However, the closeness of the moment quickly disappeared and Fran again looked serious and stiff.
"…you show me this much kindness because of this thing."
Fran knocked on the floor a couple of times with his right hand, which Clayo was carefully watching even when he was drinking. as if one's attention was focused on the back of one's hand
Like the common skill or title, I heard that Sung-heun's unique skill also has its name and personality in the owner's mind. To make sure you know what you have.
"Franc is using his own sexual scars incredibly well. I've sent out a few posters and pamphlets to the world.'
Denying meant nothing. Clayo admitted meekly.
"I can't say no.”
"I appreciate your help and help, and I appreciate your support. But I feel personal affection for you. However, using this scar is another matter."
A faint smile spread around Clayo's lips.
Fran is now Fran because he is not an essayist who shares glasses with nobles and writes political propaganda for him at a wine bar.
I never thought I'd be able to move him to his own convenience.
"I know. You trust and do what you want. I'm doing my job. Sometimes the roads overlap and you can accompany me for a while. Don't you think so?"
"I'll be blunt. I have no intention of holding a pen for the third prince."
"Hey, you don't think I want that from you? The point we'll agree to is somewhere else. He wants to avoid military conflict. Don't you think so?"
The post-modern war demands sacrifices to the underlying people in any way.
Albion is not a country that has chosen the national conscription system, but if the war in the turn of the century is prolonged, pain will accumulate from the bottom of society.
"If there is an opinion among them that Juillica will hand over Hydra's poison to Brunenen, and that the Emperor Ferdinand's wishes will be realized again…" From there, it won't be just a political fight."
Emperor Ferdinand's long-cherished desire was to reclaim territory that was taken away by Absalom II.
Fran and Clayo's eyes met in the air. The two men were thinking the same thing.
War
"Did you have me investigating Hydra's poison with the possibility of causing a military conflict in mind? Is that the power of your prediction, the power of your sexual scars?"
"To a certain extent."
"War is always filled with capitalists. Your family, which deals with mana stone, could earn a fortune.”
The end of Fran's words was a little quivering at the point of the diabolical charge of Clayo. Fran's shaky feelings were conveyed, not to mention "lardy."
"Franc, you don't remember because it's been a long time since you left school, but first all the students at the Capital Defense College have to do their duty. Of course I can pull myself out, but my friends will be on the front line as knights."
“…….”
"No matter how much money I'm a snob, I don't want to benefit from pushing my friends to the battlefield. Is that strange? I think it's normal."
Fran did not answer, but his expression clearly showed that his mental distance had decreased by a few centimeters.
Well, Cheollip-gil starts with a single step.
I think we're back to normal right now.’
Bruneen's invasion of Albion is bound to happen. It is the course of history that the goddess has planned.
But what if they use Hydra's poison?
The aspect of the war might be completely out of the outline of the previous manuscript.
To fight off Hydra's poison, we had to obtain the finished product at this point in time and find out about its structure.
Clayo's vague plan began to come to mind.
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The letter of the letter of recommendation envelope pointed by Fran was noticed a beat later after the multilingual interpretation function of Understanding.
"Is this Brunnenian, by any chance? You can speak Brunnen language!"
"In the field of gunpowder manufacturing, Brunnen is far ahead of the whole continent. Anyone who's been to the Academy of Sciences will speak Bruneen language."
Reading books and speaking are completely different things, and Fran can speak a foreign language at the level of a native speaker. He seemed a little embarrassed, maybe he was proud of what he said.
Clayo's eyes, which were opened with surprise, are bent with laughter. It was the joy of a moment, praising one's own investment eye.
'You're too good to have Fran. He's one of the most talented people.'
"I don't know. I thought you were born with an Eastern border accent, but you spoke Brunnenian. Fran, you're really amazing. It's an honor to be able to help you.”
"I just did what I had to do."
"No, no one else could have done that without you.”
I feel almost solemn when I see him not doing anything bad under the belief that he should reveal the truth.
Strangely enough, it wasn't just because he was a useful person. It was because he reminded me of some of the faces he had known before.
In the original history department, there are very few members who believe in the world's transformation and practice it.
Such people tried to practice what they believed to be "right" by devoting all their time and well-being, no matter what their natural background was.
Of course, they did not build personal relationships with their peers or reach friendships. Because in the past, I didn't have the will or the freedom to do so.
In the previous world, Clayo's life was difficult and he had never really helped to achieve words made up of abstract nouns in reality, living worrying about a meal tomorrow.
However, only one half day of a spring day lasts for a long time to form a layer of memory.
On the first day of May, he took over the road in front of the school. Songs of familiar but unfamiliar lyrics.
The memory of listening to what colleagues who seem to be young and ignorant of universal values that are not limited to a country or a time.
While Clayo was lost in complex thoughts, Fran picked up each piece of data and began to put the ether into the Mana Stone Plates.
Pared.
a rustic rock
Documents and photos began to be copied one by one in the winter solstice of Ma Kwang-seok. Clayo also helped Fran make a copy of the evidence.
I felt more and more comfortable as I continued to work on simple tasks.
Before I knew it, the sunset came over the narrow window and shone squarely on the floor where the two young men sat.
Fran asked vaguely.
"You and your friends had a lot of trouble over the Kishion estate. Did your father say anything?”
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Clay had a subtle look on his face, holding a sheet of wax that copied the contents of the report.
"Well, when I got into trouble, I ran out and was completely disowned, but after a few days... If that's what I meant, I can't break it," he just let it go. That's why I didn't say anything more.”
"I guess Gideon Asher didn't beat his own son."
"That's what it is."
Clayo shut his mouth because he still didn't contact Count Werner and felt awkward to talk about his father in front of Fran, who seemed to be missing each other.
'Mrs. Canton's reaction seems to be affecting the will left by Lady Telma.’
I had a vague idea that the act of forcing the weak youngest son into the Capital Defense Corps school and pressuring Clayo as if he had expected a change was related to Telma.
"You said that the power of vision in this world only appears to women.’
Arthur's mother was like that, and Melchior's mother had something strange to hear.
'Then there's a possibility that Telma might have had some kind of revelation.’
The archbishop once said that the god of the world had difficulty weaving the net of probability to make his place.
Who knows if Telma's will is also the author's safe haven.
As summarized in the first chapter before the very last volume, the story of Choi Jong-go.
The two wizards measured their hands, and the work was done by early evening.
a rustic rock
with a thud
Fran, who arranged the order of Ma Kwang-seok's winter solstice and angled Mola, handed Clayo a piece of paper.
"Now, it's all over."
Bloody sweaty, precious, and a source of shaking the situation on the continent over the next few years.
Clayo held out his hands and accepted the paper respectfully.
Fran, who handed over a copy of the data to Clayo, looked more comfortable. Maybe it was because Ale went in about two pints.
"I have a question, Asher. Brunenen, who attacked the territory of Kishion, was to be taken to the capital by order of the Crown Prince, do you know the news afterwards.
After the announcement that we are negotiating behind the scenes over the repatriation, we have no news.”
"The crown prince did it.”
"That's right."
"Are you even trying to destroy a witness to cover up the presence of poison?"
"I don't know… it's not going to be easy to tell people the truth because things are like this. It was possible because it was only once that I caught him off guard with a third-rate gossip."
"Don't be so despondent. We'll find a way."
Fran's face, which he says so, was strong and determined.
There is only one thing to do for such a person.
Clayo, who took good care of the photocopier, gently pushed out a bunch of Aurum gold coins from the bottom of his bag.
The revolution and the distribution of truth are all about eating.’
After opening his pocket and looking at the contents for a long time, Fran raised her eyebrows neatly. I thought I might get angry, but instead, I received a short but serious thank-you.
He strapped the pocket back into the gap between the lid of his suitcase. Then he opened Clayo again with his strange eyes.
"These Aurum gold coins are of different ages, and the very old ones are the imprints of Queen Carmela. What have you been up to?"
The use of Aurum gold coins got an idea from Mietzs. I can't give you a personal check, whether it's a name or a borrowed name.
"There was this and that. It's nothing compared to what you've been through.”
"Now I know for certain who left 3,000 dinars of gold in the mailbox at Bartleby's printing house.”
"Why does it happen? I put in a little to repay you.”
I was a little embarrassed because I dragged out something that I didn't want to be robbed by anyone.
When the transportation union strike was being planned for the first time earlier this year, Bartleby, the head of the flag, also added strength and gave up the meeting place.
As Clayo's best-seller was exclusively filmed, the situation at the print shop was much better, but it was not a huge surplus, so I put some gold coins in the activity support fund.
This is because the anger of the union members was not considered to be someone else's business in the position of being exploited by God.
It`s deceptive to have the nation`s first refusal as its father and to be the core force of one of the three princes.”
"Just because you want a king doesn't mean you want the flags to be broken. Even the gods who confer authority on kings can die or be forgotten, and they don't have to consider the monarchy the only and absolute thing.”
"It's said that it's a time when God has left the continent, but it's quite a bold argument. You're a strange fellow. The conservative reaction is to become a heretic."
While saying that, Fran's eyes felt clearly relaxed. It seemed that those who found a club with the same taste in youth suddenly came to mind.
At this point, Clayo's side thought, "How can human beings be so consistent?"
"You're an atheist because you're left, Fran....’
However, the closeness of the moment quickly disappeared and Fran again looked serious and stiff.
"…you show me this much kindness because of this thing."
Fran knocked on the floor a couple of times with his right hand, which Clayo was carefully watching even when he was drinking. as if one's attention was focused on the back of one's hand
Like the common skill or title, I heard that Sung-heun's unique skill also has its name and personality in the owner's mind. To make sure you know what you have.
"Franc is using his own sexual scars incredibly well. I've sent out a few posters and pamphlets to the world.'
Denying meant nothing. Clayo admitted meekly.
"I can't say no.”
"I appreciate your help and help, and I appreciate your support. But I feel personal affection for you. However, using this scar is another matter."
A faint smile spread around Clayo's lips.
Fran is now Fran because he is not an essayist who shares glasses with nobles and writes political propaganda for him at a wine bar.
I never thought I'd be able to move him to his own convenience.
"I know. You trust and do what you want. I'm doing my job. Sometimes the roads overlap and you can accompany me for a while. Don't you think so?"
"I'll be blunt. I have no intention of holding a pen for the third prince."
"Hey, you don't think I want that from you? The point we'll agree to is somewhere else. He wants to avoid military conflict. Don't you think so?"
The post-modern war demands sacrifices to the underlying people in any way.
Albion is not a country that has chosen the national conscription system, but if the war in the turn of the century is prolonged, pain will accumulate from the bottom of society.
"If there is an opinion among them that Juillica will hand over Hydra's poison to Brunenen, and that the Emperor Ferdinand's wishes will be realized again…" From there, it won't be just a political fight."
Emperor Ferdinand's long-cherished desire was to reclaim territory that was taken away by Absalom II.
Fran and Clayo's eyes met in the air. The two men were thinking the same thing.
War
"Did you have me investigating Hydra's poison with the possibility of causing a military conflict in mind? Is that the power of your prediction, the power of your sexual scars?"
"To a certain extent."
"War is always filled with capitalists. Your family, which deals with mana stone, could earn a fortune.”
The end of Fran's words was a little quivering at the point of the diabolical charge of Clayo. Fran's shaky feelings were conveyed, not to mention "lardy."
"Franc, you don't remember because it's been a long time since you left school, but first all the students at the Capital Defense College have to do their duty. Of course I can pull myself out, but my friends will be on the front line as knights."
“…….”
"No matter how much money I'm a snob, I don't want to benefit from pushing my friends to the battlefield. Is that strange? I think it's normal."
Fran did not answer, but his expression clearly showed that his mental distance had decreased by a few centimeters.
Well, Cheollip-gil starts with a single step.
I think we're back to normal right now.’
Bruneen's invasion of Albion is bound to happen. It is the course of history that the goddess has planned.
But what if they use Hydra's poison?
The aspect of the war might be completely out of the outline of the previous manuscript.
To fight off Hydra's poison, we had to obtain the finished product at this point in time and find out about its structure.
Clayo's vague plan began to come to mind.
The letter of the letter of recommendation envelope pointed by Fran was noticed a beat later after the multilingual interpretation function of Understanding."Is this Brunnenian, by any chance? You can speak Brunnen language!""In the field of gunpowder manufacturing, Brunnen is far ahead of the whole continent. Anyone who's been to the Academy of Sciences will speak Bruneen language."Reading books and speaking are completely different things, and Fran can speak a foreign language at the level of a native speaker. He seemed a little embarrassed, maybe he was proud of what he said.Clayo's eyes, which were opened with surprise, are bent with laughter. It was the joy of a moment, praising one's own investment eye.'You're too good to have Fran. He's one of the most talented people.'"I don't know. I thought you were born with an Eastern border accent, but you spoke Brunnenian. Fran, you're really amazing. It's an honor to be able to help you."I just did what I had to do.""No, no one else could have done that without you.I feel almost solemn when I see him not doing anything bad under the belief that he should reveal the truth.Strangely enough, it wasn't just because he was a useful person. It was because he reminded me of some of the faces he had known before.In the original history department, there are very few members who believe in the world's transformation and practice it.Such people tried to practice what they believed to be "right" by devoting all their time and well-being, no matter what their natural background was.Of course, they did not build personal relationships with their peers or reach friendships. Because in the past, I didn't have the will or the freedom to do so.In the previous world, Clayo's life was difficult and he had never really helped to achieve words made up of abstract nouns in reality, living worrying about a meal tomorrow.However, only one half day of a spring day lasts for a long time to form a layer of memory.On the first day of May, he took over the road in front of the school. Songs of familiar but unfamiliar lyrics.The memory of listening to what colleagues who seem to be young and ignorant of universal values that are not limited to a country or a time.While Clayo was lost in complex thoughts, Fran picked up each piece of data and began to put the ether into the Mana Stone Plates.Pared.a rustic rockDocuments and photos began to be copied one by one in the winter solstice of Ma Kwang-seok. Clayo also helped Fran make a copy of the evidence.I felt more and more comfortable as I continued to work on simple tasks.Before I knew it, the sunset came over the narrow window and shone squarely on the floor where the two young men sat.Fran asked vaguely."You and your friends had a lot of trouble over the Kishion estate. Did your father say anything?Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.Clay had a subtle look on his face, holding a sheet of wax that copied the contents of the report."Well, when I got into trouble, I ran out and was completely disowned, but after a few days... If that's what I meant, I can't break it," he just let it go. That's why I didn't say anything more."I guess Gideon Asher didn't beat his own son.""That's what it is."Clayo shut his mouth because he still didn't contact Count Werner and felt awkward to talk about his father in front of Fran, who seemed to be missing each other.'Mrs. Canton's reaction seems to be affecting the will left by Lady Telma.'I had a vague idea that the act of forcing the weak youngest son into the Capital Defense Corps school and pressuring Clayo as if he had expected a change was related to Telma."You said that the power of vision in this world only appears to women.'Arthur's mother was like that, and Melchior's mother had something strange to hear.'Then there's a possibility that Telma might have had some kind of revelation.'The archbishop once said that the god of the world had difficulty weaving the net of probability to make his place.Who knows if Telma's will is also the author's safe haven.As summarized in the first chapter before the very last volume, the story of Choi Jong-go.The two wizards measured their hands, and the work was done by early evening.a rustic rockwith a thudFran, who arranged the order of Ma Kwang-seok's winter solstice and angled Mola, handed Clayo a piece of paper."Now, it's all over."Bloody sweaty, precious, and a source of shaking the situation on the continent over the next few years.Clayo held out his hands and accepted the paper respectfully.Fran, who handed over a copy of the data to Clayo, looked more comfortable. Maybe it was because Ale went in about two pints."I have a question, Asher. Brunenen, who attacked the territory of Kishion, was to be taken to the capital by order of the Crown Prince, do you know the news afterwards.After the announcement that we are negotiating behind the scenes over the repatriation, we have no news."The crown prince did it."That's right.""Are you even trying to destroy a witness to cover up the presence of poison?""I don't know it's not going to be easy to tell people the truth because things are like this. It was possible because it was only once that I caught him off guard with a third-rate gossip.""Don't be so despondent. We'll find a way."Fran's face, which he says so, was strong and determined.There is only one thing to do for such a person.Clayo, who took good care of the photocopier, gently pushed out a bunch of Aurum gold coins from the bottom of his bag.The revolution and the distribution of truth are all about eating.'After opening his pocket and looking at the contents for a long time, Fran raised her eyebrows neatly. I thought I might get angry, but instead, I received a short but serious thank-you.He strapped the pocket back into the gap between the lid of his suitcase. Then he opened Clayo again with his strange eyes."These Aurum gold coins are of different ages, and the very old ones are the imprints of Queen Carmela. What have you been up to?"The use of Aurum gold coins got an idea from Mietzs. I can't give you a personal check, whether it's a name or a borrowed name."There was this and that. It's nothing compared to what you've been through."Now I know for certain who left 3,000 dinars of gold in the mailbox at Bartleby's printing house."Why does it happen? I put in a little to repay you.I was a little embarrassed because I dragged out something that I didn't want to be robbed by anyone.When the transportation union strike was being planned for the first time earlier this year, Bartleby, the head of the flag, also added strength and gave up the meeting place.As Clayo's best-seller was exclusively filmed, the situation at the print shop was much better, but it was not a huge surplus, so I put some gold coins in the activity support fund.This is because the anger of the union members was not considered to be someone else's business in the position of being exploited by God.It`s deceptive to have the nation`s first refusal as its father and to be the core force of one of the three princes."Just because you want a king doesn't mean you want the flags to be broken. Even the gods who confer authority on kings can die or be forgotten, and they don't have to consider the monarchy the only and absolute thing."It's said that it's a time when God has left the continent, but it's quite a bold argument. You're a strange fellow. The conservative reaction is to become a heretic."While saying that, Fran's eyes felt clearly relaxed. It seemed that those who found a club with the same taste in youth suddenly came to mind.At this point, Clayo's side thought, "How can human beings be so consistent?""You're an atheist because you're left, Fran....'However, the closeness of the moment quickly disappeared and Fran again looked serious and stiff."you show me this much kindness because of this thing."Fran knocked on the floor a couple of times with his right hand, which Clayo was carefully watching even when he was drinking. as if one's attention was focused on the back of one's handLike the common skill or title, I heard that Sung-heun's unique skill also has its name and personality in the owner's mind. To make sure you know what you have."Franc is using his own sexual scars incredibly well. I've sent out a few posters and pamphlets to the world.'Denying meant nothing. Clayo admitted meekly."I can't say no."I appreciate your help and help, and I appreciate your support. But I feel personal affection for you. However, using this scar is another matter."A faint smile spread around Clayo's lips.Fran is now Fran because he is not an essayist who shares glasses with nobles and writes political propaganda for him at a wine bar.I never thought I'd be able to move him to his own convenience."I know. You trust and do what you want. I'm doing my job. Sometimes the roads overlap and you can accompany me for a while. Don't you think so?""I'll be blunt. I have no intention of holding a pen for the third prince.""Hey, you don't think I want that from you? The point we'll agree to is somewhere else. He wants to avoid military conflict. Don't you think so?"The post-modern war demands sacrifices to the underlying people in any way.Albion is not a country that has chosen the national conscription system, but if the war in the turn of the century is prolonged, pain will accumulate from the bottom of society."If there is an opinion among them that Juillica will hand over Hydra's poison to Brunenen, and that the Emperor Ferdinand's wishes will be realized again" From there, it won't be just a political fight."Emperor Ferdinand's long-cherished desire was to reclaim territory that was taken away by Absalom II.Fran and Clayo's eyes met in the air. The two men were thinking the same thing.War"Did you have me investigating Hydra's poison with the possibility of causing a military conflict in mind? Is that the power of your prediction, the power of your sexual scars?""To a certain extent.""War is always filled with capitalists. Your family, which deals with mana stone, could earn a fortune.The end of Fran's words was a little quivering at the point of the diabolical charge of Clayo. Fran's shaky feelings were conveyed, not to mention "lardy.""Franc, you don't remember because it's been a long time since you left school, but first all the students at the Capital Defense College have to do their duty. Of course I can pull myself out, but my friends will be on the front line as knights."."No matter how much money I'm a snob, I don't want to benefit from pushing my friends to the battlefield. Is that strange? I think it's normal."Fran did not answer, but his expression clearly showed that his mental distance had decreased by a few centimeters.Well, Cheollip-gil starts with a single step.I think we're back to normal right now.'Bruneen's invasion of Albion is bound to happen. It is the course of history that the goddess has planned.But what if they use Hydra's poison?The aspect of the war might be completely out of the outline of the previous manuscript.To fight off Hydra's poison, we had to obtain the finished product at this point in time and find out about its structure.Clayo's vague plan began to come to mind.
