Sweet Reincarnation

It's a terribly cold day.

The mansion's fireplace is covered with firewood.

Boys and men drink tea while offering their best thanks this winter for the firewood dedication that burns themselves but heats the room, along with the occasional sound of being able to play patsy.

"That was, what a terrible deal you made. I'm going to feel sorry for them. Double it and what is the compensation of more than sixteen thousand pieces of pari gold in the final total amount. Even plough gold coins don't go down 5,000 pieces. Even the shopkeepers at the big stores have never seen it that way. It's a lot of money out of the box."

It is the city merchant Decoco who dampens his mouth with tea but does not break his attitude towards the eye. Because the business talks came together so quickly, I was worried about my store and came back early.

I have to go out and pick up the livestock again soon, but before I did, I said hello to the Mortairns, and I was listening to the incident that usually happened. Decoco and I were on the edge of this case.

"From what I can tell, the first time I offered a discounted price, it was a dumb story that they didn't stop because they didn't snort. Obviously I didn't snort even at a lower amount than the market, so from the beginning I felt like I wasn't willing to shake my head vertically even after negotiating this properly. It was an occasion where I had to go by hand. There's no stopping them because they didn't like the way they were attacking."

Decoco's spokesperson is, of course, a pastry.

Caserol has ordered that it is good for a person who best understands the substance of the

"So you tricked them, huh?

"I didn't mean to fool you. Firstly, a single piece of copper coin was presented as the lowest price not less than this. This is to make sure they can shake their necks vertically anyway. If I didn't snort now, I'd be talking about emotions instead of reason, so there was nothing but cracking."

"Sure. Money less than Zozo copper coins used to be, anyway, not in that country now, right? Really the lowest price. It's an impossible amount to lower than that, so if you don't snort there, you won't snort under any conditions."

"Yep. Fortunately, he managed to snort at me, so I was going to negotiate how far I could raise the amount later..."

Pais drank his tea with a slight smile on his face due to the heat.

Even as a decor, I learn to be hooked on Pace's words like things caught in my teeth.

"You said something unexpected happened?

"There are no negotiations at once to raise the amount from the beginning about the pace at which it will be caught. I was going to figure out how far the Count could concede by gradually raising it. I doubled it because I thought if I didn't, I wouldn't get to the market for more than fifty gold coins. I thought it would fold somewhere between a year and a year and a half as a roughly term, and for now bring up a period of two years first..."

"Take it out?

"Without realizing the trick at all, I signed the paperwork from the other side. You didn't want your father to come out and renegotiate, but, hey, I'm surprised."

Decoco felt trembling at Pais, who said so with a shimmering face. I have zozombies and goosebumps on my arm.

This is it. Because of this, I can't help but feel comfortable negotiating with Master Pastry.

I insulted him because he looked like a child, distracted him but I don't know where he would end up being dropped into a pit. A beast who could be fatally injured the moment he saw it approximate.

That's why I know because I'm a deco looking at my painful eyes once. The Count must have made the same mistake as himself. I must have licked it and hung it and wasted just a little time.

I can tell from this story that in the case of Decoco, he wasn't hostile, so he still had it handed down. In his case, the extent to which the Precision lost a single piece of Ratesh gold coin.

Still, it was quite painful in a time when I was a pedestrian, but it's not in the same dimension as talking about being borne in debt with over 10,000 pieces of gold on a boulder. If this were me, my spine would get a little cold.

It would be an illusion, but suddenly I felt my body cold and Decoco rewove his jacket.

"That would make Uncle Raing angry, too, that he was deceived. But aren't you trying to do something that wasn't there? I hear they've made me cry in big stores."

"There was naturally that concern. So I sold my claim early."

"Have you sold your claims?

"Yeah. We beat it up and sold it for about 300 gold coins so we could take it back."

"Three hundred claims of less than seventeen thousand, is it? It is. If I could just mediate, I'd regret that I made some money."

"You should stop it. Because it was already a political issue, not money."

Liability for the monthly payment of compensation. The right to recover this liability is called a claim, but it is possible to assign or sell it to others than it is a right. Pais sold this claim against Uncle Raing to neighboring Sir Liptauer on a fast track, and furthermore brokered the resale to Uncle Ratesh. I was to be greatly appreciative of both of the profitable people there, but they held it.

From Pace's point of view, it was like a time bomb that Uncle Raing wanted to let go before he realized the trick.

"I think it would be great to put aside the greed of seventeen thousand sheets if we did well and that a calm decision has been made. I might have been greedy and out of time."

"In times like this, wasted greed can be a loss."

Decoco was impressed with Pace's calmness.

If, at the time of the claim, Uncle Raing has referred to renegotiation or invalidation of the debt. If the Mortairns have a claim, it would be a matter for the Mortairns and the Reigns alone from the other houses. The pretext for intervening is thin. I might try to flicker my armament and make sure it wasn't there.

But what happens if more than one house is involved in this and the claim itself is in the hands of a third party as a result of a legitimate transaction?

Even as Uncle Raing renegotiates, it is nearly impossible to convince third parties to pay less than the transaction amount. I told him to let me repurchase the claims I bought for more than a few hundred gold coins for dozens of gold coins because it was the original market, and I don't have ears to listen to.

That could have been done when the Mortairns had a claim, so someone in the Count would have been able to deal with it if they had noticed it quickly.

It's also impossible to prove it if you've already had a legitimate deal, even if you insist that your claim is invalid because you've been deceived.

Nobles and their associates who have benefited from the transaction are reluctant to have their profits voided and are therefore determined to insist that "claims are legitimate". If you do poorly, you can turn all the nobles involved in the deal against the enemy. Over time, the more nobles involved, the more desperate it becomes for Uncle Raing.

It is an official document signed by the Count himself. Even if you look at it, Uncle Raing will obviously be at a disadvantage, and it could be the feather of spreading the stigma that tried to trample down the debt.

In the end, the only way the Count can make the wound the smallest is to honestly pay. at a time when it was no longer just a matter for both houses.

"You've got a pretty big story going on."

"Right. If you're going to step down, you're going to need to be ready for a total war with our country. Whatever it is, it's already where it has nothing to do with us, it's over. Yeah, and this is a rumor, but eventually Count Raing's claim seems to be in the hands of Count Brahm. They say the house here was forced to bear quite a bit of debt from where Uncle Raing breathed, and by offsetting that payment with this claim, it makes the debt challenging. I'm pretty sure the whole house of Count Raing, who was counting on a lot of income, will be confused. There may be a few houses out there that slap and sell gold eyes. Or will there be a special need for a house where the debt disappears..."

"It's another story that's going to be a money-making story, and I appreciate it. As this is a story of interest, I will look into it“ personally "and arrange for the results to be heard. But is it Count Brahm? With Count Raing's political enemies or something?

"Yeah. You do think that some of our kingdom's nobles are joined in some of their relatives, and they are among the people in the kingdom of Voltuzara who are named at the head of the Convergence against the Kingdom of God. Rumor has it that I was clashing with Uncle Raing, who hostiles the Kingdom of God by being opposite us, every now and then in foreign policy. He said he has been in debt since losing to Raining Uncles in previous political struggles. According to Douglad's information,"

"I see. Are you saying you don't have to worry about getting rid of it because if you sell it to someone who already owes money to Count Raing, you just have to offset it? I don't know who thought about it, but the person who thought about it would also serve as the head of the big store (oh yeah)...... maybe because Master Pastry was thinking that much?

"Come on, what do you think?"

From the boy's complexion, I really can't read anything. Ordinary mind itself.

"Yeah, well, how's the livestock buying going? As I mentioned earlier, I only had a little extraordinary income, so I can make some upfront payments now if I have to."

"Buying is going well. As planned. Earlier in the year, I have arranged to purchase one hundred and twenty more milk to serve. I'm going to leave here again today and pick it up sequentially around the ranch. I would appreciate it if you paid in advance because there might be something I could buy on the spot."

"Then take this. It's a Ratesh gold coin because I haven't exchanged it, but I have 300 pieces. Let's redeem the rest of the hundred lets"

"... Indeed"

Pais, I don't know where the other guy has a pitfall, so I'll make sure I get a good look at the gold coins I keep.

Even so, it's just in case, because I don't believe there's any act of losing mutual trust that just makes us grab the money. On the count of three hundred, there was no doubt.

"Speaking of which, what happened to Mr. Lamito?

"Oh."

The reason for this disturbance was that Lamito, who had information on the Mortairn family, was caught early and could no longer tell which information had been leaked. Without this, we could have forced the neighboring soldiers out before they could get the information.

"If you're Lamito, you think it's time to come, don't you?

"Huh?"

'Cause I can tell you to bring a baked treat.'

As a nuisance punishment, Lamito was ordered to serve for a certain period of time in all places concerned. In civil work they are used until they are physically exhausted, and with the help of Shiites and Nicolo they are chased by so many computational processes that they are likely to have headaches, and from the military guys they run around from morning to evening.

In a joke and furious business, Lamito once again realized how busy the Mortairns were and how lukewarm they had in mind.

And now, as my last service, I'm being made to imitate like a small-time user under Pais.

"Excuse me."

Rumors seemed to cast a shadow, and Lamito brought in a sweet smell.

"That smells good."

"Today is baking day. I finally burned the prototype, so I thought I'd ask the merchant for his opinion on the corner."

"I don't mind that, but didn't you cook it in the kitchen of your mansion here?

"It's something that more people have been after lately for a taste of prototyping, and when I was making sweets, I was pissed off that the work hands of the guys at the mansion stopped and were in the way. You can't use it as you like until it's almost cold."

"Ha ha, so when I use bread kamado on baking day. Well, I'm lucky to have a taste like this today."

"Right. Oh, Lamito's a corner too, so try it and let me know what you think."

"Yes."

Lamito, who is made to imitate things like small-time use, also prepares his own tea with Pais and his tea substitutes.

If you slice something thin like a treat, you'll be ready with it.

"What the hell is this?

"It's a treat called Stran. It was prototyped in an attempt to make sunny treats during the winter months."

A few sweets cut apart. Sweet-scented, it also looks like sweet bread at first glance. Except it's completely different from bread.

To the dough mixed with sugar and ground nuts, add the soaked fruit or dried fruit to the liquor and allow the spice to mould. After baking, cover the area with sugar while using butter.

It's a big, snug treat that weighs roughly one to two kilos.

In Germany and elsewhere, it is cooked as a home-cooked dish during the Christmas season, and it takes days to eat, like Japanese daisies.

It is so famous as a very sunny treat that the Stolen made in October or so is rarely older.

"This looks delicious again."

"Be sure to let me know your opinion without any objections"

There are three different kinds of Stolen that Pace saves every week for the trick and baking, some with the implications of prototyping.

A lineup of the simplest plain ones, plenty of nuts mixed, soaked back in distilled liquor, raisins and orange peels and other things with dried fruit.

Decoco eats each of the three bites and meditates on his eyes. I just took a deep breath and turned my attention to Pais.

Did you say "sunshine"?

"Yes."

"Very tasty. I've even wholesaled sugar and nuts to Master Pastry before, but I never thought that would be a finished dish so far...... just to confirm, do you mind if I assume this is something we can handle in our store? No, let's change the language. You fed me to confirm that, didn't you?

"Your answer. I am wondering if it will be an internal job for the unmanageable inhabitants in the winter after next fall. If that's the reaction, we're going to be ready after tomorrow."

"... a delicious treat with sunshine. If you're a person who's been through business like us, you know what this sweet means. There could be a big revolution in distribution."

For pedestrians. No, for a human being who has the opportunity to act away from the city, something called preserved food is an inseparable friend to cut off.

Especially during the winter months, there are limitations on entering the wild mountains and procuring food, so they often carry food well preserved and endure hunger on their itineraries.

This preserved food. The most popular thing in the Kingdom of God is hard-baked bread and salted meat. Both have a hard texture and the flavor is sacrificed for preservation, so eating it for a long time tends to be quite stressful.

Decoco is well aware of the fact that this stress cannot be fooled. One of the reasons why pedestrians are said to be a hard profession is because of the poverty of this meal. Many keep eating only salty dried meat and break your health.

An environment in which one end of the reasons why pedestrians quit or can be avoided is forced to eat this preserved food.

Conversely, if a meal becomes comfortable, there are fewer people who leave the traffickers at all, and more who aspire to do so, albeit marginally.

If this slight difference gradually builds up, it will eventually emerge as a major difference. At that time the centre is Mortairn territory.

"I haven't thought about that much. Sooner or later, if civil engineering calms down, there will be people out there who will be free during the winter months. At that time, I'm just wondering if there's anything I can make for comfort. Making sweets is fun, so it can be entertaining, right?

"Is it entertainment? I wonder how many people there are."

"Try it and you'll know how fun it is...... by the way, how did Lamito feel?

Decoco thinks Lamito was there, too.

I laughed bitterly when I was running calculations about future Stran sales and I had forgotten my existence perfectly.

Even Lamito, who was suddenly questioned, doesn't come up with a good word for it.

"… delicious"

"Anything else?

"Hmm... it's sweet"

I can't tell you how busy I am.

Pais nodded lightly, lining up the three strains, inquiring.

"I see. Lamito, then. Didn't you realize that this Stran has one major feature?

"Features?"

"This is what I baked the other week. This is what I baked last week. This was just done earlier. Which did you think Lamito tasted best?

"... this is it. I baked it the other week."

"It would be. The more time passes, the more delicious the treat is called Stran. That's why these are unfinished products."

"Huh?!

Often prepared before Christmas, strains, such as flavors of fruit or aromas of alcohol, move into the dough every day. It is this aging and delicious taste that characterizes the confectionery called Stolen and is also the reason it is preferred.

It is also said that tomorrow is better than today, and during the Christmas season many households enjoy that the flavour of the thinly sliced strain changes from day to day.

"I did a lot of research on what Lamito was in a hurry,"

"... sorry for the inconvenience"

"There are many things missing from Lamito today. It's a good thing you know that for yourself. It just doesn't make sense to jump to bury it and your feet are gray. In a hurry, you'll end up missing the tasty part. Like this Stolen. … little by little, little by little, if you grow carefully, you will eventually be linked to a great achievement. I think you've figured that out very well in this case."

"Yes."

Decoco, who was listening to this exchange beside him, groans heartily, though it seems to have been an achievement that is no longer too great. Though the kingdom of God is wide open, there can be no other than Pais, such as he who can start negotiations with copper coins and take a pile of gold coins.

In that sense, I wanted to say that Payce's Stolen is out of digit.

Decoco continues to see the sight of Lamito being taught younger as he eats delicious confectionery.

"Some people are waiting for me to eat, even if I'm not in a hurry... Sanya or something"

"Huh gee ho ho ho!!

It is Sanya who likes Lamito. The older boy coughed heavily when he was exposed that the investigation was over.

There's so much to wolf about.

"Balamond looked it up and said Sanya has decided not to make a man until she is an adult woman. When“ someone ”confessed to me, you thought that neither of them were children, and that at least you wouldn't grow up. I dare to advise you again. Now it's about taking the job in front of you seriously, without rushing."

"Ha!!

It was the moment when I was allowed to worry that I'd ever bothered you.

I am told that this is the end of the day when I am given a job that I think is torture every day and sleep like mud.

"Later in the year, Lamito will receive another liturgy of holiness. Whatever the consequences, if you are an adult, we are certain to hire you. I don't care how many people have basic education without extra strings, who are familiar with our situation."

"Thank you"

"At last, I order one job over spring"

"Work, is it?"

"Yeah. As a member of Douglad's team, it's a constant information-gathering mission for the surrounding territories. I think Lamito figured it out on this one, but we have a stronger gaze from the margins every day we follow. At the very least, if we don't collect the information around us from time to time, we'll get around to it. I intend to entrust Lamito with the foreign affairs of gathering information from day to day. How it works can be an important task for our family to float, but if we can make haste work, I'm sure Lamito can fulfill it."

"Oh, oh, oh, okay."

To the grin of a grinning, grinning Pais, Lamito returns a lingering smile somewhere shabby.

Don't rush, said arrowhead important assignment. Lamito desperately tries to contain the feelings that she really seems to feel. The two adults watch with warm eyes as they tell themselves not to rush, calm down.

After a while, I was finally able to calm down my feelings.

But that's in a flash. No, it collapses in a nutshell.

"By the way, from spring onwards, I enter and leave other realms as a disciple of Decoc. You'll be a colleague of Sanya's."

"Whoa, whoa, yeah?!

On an information-gathering mission, fool. If you honestly say you're a Mortairn family squire, you're caught first as a spy.

So there was a cover-up (cover story) available that he was kicked out of the house because of this lapse and picked up by Deco where he ran away from home.

Lamito must play his runaway son desperately in the future. Running away from home has turned out to be ironic.

"Well, it was early in the spring. It's not a rush, either. Let's start with that tea, after you've drunk it up. If you're a sweetie, taste it and let us know what you think."

That's what Pais tells me and also recommends, and Lamito speaks of confectionery (Stren).

The sweet, then lingering flavor was a gentle fruity flavor.