Chapter 504
"Nah!? You say I lost that letter!?
"I"m sorry! I thought maybe someone in the castle took it away..."
His Majesty the King stuffs up to the Chancellor with a blue face. It should also be said that the letter lost by the Prime Minister is a love affair written by His Majesty the King to what is said to be the best singing princess in the country.
To sneak it over to the singing princess, the prime minister who received the letter inadvertently left it at the salon. Though he returned in a hurry, the letter was without shadow or form.
"If that letter were in the hands of the queen..."
"Oh, don"t be horrible! The rest will not die yet! Hey, we have to find that letter at all costs......!
The king leaves the room with the prime minister. On the way, I rushed to hit my foot in the chair, jumping with one foot like it hurt. A laugh rose from the audience at the appearance of Komatsumotsu escaping.
"If you"re so scared, I wish you wouldn"t cheat on me."
"Why would you do that?"
I can hear c.o.o.n and Frey from behind. There shouldn"t be anything nasty about it, but how can you be so dodgy for some reason? Is it because it is the same king?
Or can I let my child watch this?
The theatre that began this afternoon, The Tribune Disturbance, is a tale featuring a civilian girl, who was recently set to work as a royal maid.
With her picking up an earlier letter, she paints a doozy comedy of people living in the royal palace.
A queen who wants to stick her neck in every man"s romance to a king who is feverish on a singing princess. To the prime minister who has no eyes on gold, the knighthood chief of swordsmans.h.i.+p fools who don"t read the air. To a dodgy chef, a stunning maid of honor and a character each has their own personality, so that the backbone of one"s behavior can have a huge impact on others.
Or is it okay with these people, this country......
My anxiety was approximated by the king laughing like an idiot on stage who struggled to replace the letter the protagonist had.
"We did it! Finally got it back! Now...... hey, what is this!? It"s the drinker"s bill!
"Looks like you switched somewhere."
"Ugh!
The king roars in remorse at the words of the Chancellor. The dodgy chef who b.u.mped into the main character earlier mistakenly took it for his letter (the bill).
Whenever the letter of purpose goes that way or this way in this pattern, the people of the Royal Palace will go right and left. There was laughter coming from the audience every time for that desperation.
"This is a disturbance, for sure."
"The characters are all serious, but if you look at them, they"re comedy."
Lou crushes that up when he sees the actors desperately chasing after him.
"Life is tragic when viewed nearby, but comedy from a distance," is the word of Charles Chaplin, the comedy king, but you"re right.
"Ah, a prince!
Turning back to the stage to Yos.h.i.+no"s words, there was a blonde, glittering, beautifully shaped young man reaching out to the girl of the main character who fell. I see, he"s definitely a prince.
Are you okay? Can you stand?
"Ha, ha! I can stand!"
I"ll take your hand and let the girl stand. Its appearance was exactly prince without a minute"s gap.
In my position, I look at all kinds of princes, but no prince would ever be on the board like that. The audience around them (mainly women) also have a swinging thermal gaze. Except for our women, of course. I"m used to seeing parties in a way.
But that prince, somewhere...?
"Ah!?
"Duh, what"s up, Father?
"Oh, no, it"s nothing. I"m sorry."
Apologize to Arcia for startling me. I found out who this ready-to-see is.
That prince, Mr. Seattle! I can"t believe it. That should be called a theatrical G.o.d, it"s a brilliant transformation.
You know, I"m so upset, I can"t imagine a change from being like an esepan rocker.
I know you"re acting because it"s theatre...... You"re really someone else...... Oh, is that a chameleon actor?
Mr. Seattle"s role is the ideal prince. He is a prince who is kind to everyone, excellent in martial arts and trusted by people.
"You"re a lot different than our prince."
Boos.h.i.+ri and Yos.h.i.+no crush that. Hmm? Our prince?
"My brother, you"re not a crisp type, so I can"t help it."
"That kid"s too relaxed. I skipped all the training."
c.o.o.n and Frey react to Yos.h.i.+no"s crush. Wait a minute, the prince is our... you mean my son?
"I know you"re a prince to Alice..."
"Oh, he"s a prince!? You"re sweet and cool!?
Alice argues with Erna"s words. Surely Alice likes our son?
Ende is staring at me behind that Alice. I don"t know.
"I wish Kuyuan would come here soon."
"It"s about her, so she"s surrounded by grownups she just knew."
"Kun!?
I was surprised at what Lynne and Arcia said. [M]
Lynne looks back, ah!? And he"s holding his mouth. But the name she accidentally put in her mouth made me sound familiar. Familiar, very familiar name.
Lindsay, sitting next to Lynne, calls out to me in surprise.
"Duh, what"s wrong, Mr. Winter Night?
"Yes, no, the... the name "Kuyuan"... It"s my grandfather"s name."
"What!?
Everyone is surprised by my confession, but so am I.... right. Did I name my son Grandpa? [M]
Hope Mochizuki Kuyuan k.u.mon.
It does stick. That"s the real grandfather"s name, so it"s obvious.
If you"re worried, it means you won"t have a ruinous personality like that grandfather. "Name stands for Body," I say...
Will I call it Quon Brunhild or something this way? I guess that"s easier to understand diplomatically.
"Look, if you don"t watch the stage properly, you won"t understand the story, will you? Don"t talk too much."
"Yes."
When I wanted to ask the kids about a long time ago, Flower Love Sister"s stop went in. Me.
Is it the eighth or ninth child... five or six, that goes down more than Lynne, the seventh woman?
Even though it"s a boy, I guess it"s okay...... I"m worried, though, that you have the strength of the Adventurer Gold and Silver rank.
I was concerned about the whereabouts of my son, whose name had been discovered, and could hardly concentrate on theatre on stage.
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Slanien, the king"s capital east of the kingdom of Elphrau. Much further from there was the town of Tseletsny.
It is not so big or so small a town. It was a relay-point town that flourished between the big city and the big city.
Even though outside the walls surrounding the town are covered with a lot of snow, there is surprisingly little snow all over the town. Because this is protected by a junction that keeps the whole town warm.
The town of Elphrau is mostly stretched with this junction, and if it"s all over town, it"s not that cold. But still, it doesn"t change the cold, so even though all the residents are winter outfits, the boy, about five or six years old, was dressed as if he were going out into the field in the spring.
Tailoring clothes is a good thing in itself. This kid says I don"t care where I look from. But never dressed to hang out in a snowy town.
Neither do the residents around them speak, but I can see them looking at it with strange eyes.
"Hey, it"s a boy. Isn"t it cold?
"It"s cold."
The boy answered no time to the stall owner, who accidentally spoke to him about how he couldn"t resist that appearance.
"Then why are you dressed like that?
"There was a nasty situation. Yes, is there anywhere around here that sells clothes?
"Clothes? There"s a little down the street selling clothes."
"Really? Thank you very much."
Pepper lowered his head and the boy walked out again. Courtesy of that look, I wonder if the stall owner is still an aristocratic bong.
Straight down the street, I eventually saw the armored sign. Probably the store the owner was talking about. Though it seems to be more of a protective equipment store than a clothing store.
When I rang the doorbell with Karan Cologne and went inside, it still looked like a protective equipment store, with all kinds of armor, helmets, cage hands, etc., narrowly placed.
Some of them were thick coats, capes, and boots that were or were.
There were some of my clients inside, but the counter was empty, so I speak to the shopkeeper-like person here.
"Um, excuse me"
"Whoa, there you are. You look a lot cooler, Bowes."
The boy who is still told the same thing as the owner of the dewstore. What he wears so much was out of place in the land.
"Actually, I"d like some cold clothes, but unfortunately I don"t have the money"
"I don"t have any money. I just can"t sell it. We"re in business too."
"Yeah, I know. So I was wondering if you could sell it now."
The boy removes the cufflinks that were on the sleeve of his clothes and gives them to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper"s eyes suddenly opened, pinching it up surprisingly.
"Hey, this...! Are you kidding me, Orihalcon!?
"That"s right. Even if it"s about that size, 30 gold coins won"t come down."
He doesn"t seem to be a protective gear store to Dade, and the shopkeeper immediately understood the value of that Cufflinks.
Legendary metal orihalcon. It rarely goes out, and most of it is enough to be handled in the country. The shopkeeper even thought it was fake for a moment, but when he was younger he realized it had exactly the same characteristics as the Orihalcon he had seen only once. Whatever the origin, it"s definitely real.
The boy says thirty gold coins, but the shopkeeper glared that they were worth more than twice that. If I could make a protective gear coated with this orihalcon, it would be of enormous value.
"No... this is so awesome... This guy can"t match our cold suit very well. But I want this guy to sell. I"m gonna get the money from the store safe, so can you just give me a minute?
"Yes, and I will buy some more than that,"
"Okay. Then look after the clothes you buy. The one in the back is the one with the magic."
That said, the shopkeeper pulled into the back room.
The boy, as he was told, turns his foot to the cold-proof corner.
It was mostly for adults, but there were also some child-sized items. Not many adventurers travel with children. It would be for those children.
Not so many, so the boy thought it would be difficult not to have the right one for his taste.
"Well, this is it if you"re strong enough to choose... It seems to have been given cold and heat resistance. But I"m wearing your coat."
Hmm, and the boy just bothered a little. As a result of the troubles, even in the same coat, the colour decided to take the black one into its hands.
"Around Alice, they"re going to compliment me, but my sisters are going to tell me I don"t have taste in it or something"
The boy laughed a little when he remembered the childhood girl and her sisters.
Would they have already come to this age, too? If you don"t even drop a smartphone like yourself, you should be able to get in touch with the family of this era right away.
"But how do we get to Brunhild from here..."
There should still be no magic trains between Elfrau and Brunhild in this era. Think about it normally. It"s a carriage or a walk.
Snowrawolf, who carried me this far, broke up with me because it would make a scene. Fortunately, from Elfrau, it continues across the Leggles, and we might be able to manage to get there in a month.
"... let"s go slowly"
The boy just made that decision. I can"t help but say I"m in a hurry. I don"t have metastatic magic like my oldest sister or my fourth sister. I have no choice but to convince myself to snort.
"This is fine with my jacket, I wonder if I"ll have gloves and boots until I leave Elphrau"
Not a very good one, but both sold enough to outrun the cold. It would be unnecessary if the magic of warming [warming] could be used, but unfortunately the boy did not possess the apt.i.tude for fire attributes.
All of my sisters and sisters "Today" possess unattributed magic, but only four possess six-attributed magical apt.i.tudes.
[Storage] is unavailable because I dropped my smartphone. Some backpacks will put their bags in. I wish "Storage Cards" had sold them, but they should still be pre-prevalent in the Eastern continent of this era.
Dropped smartphones are locked, so they can"t be activated except for themselves, but some [storage] is important. The boy thought so, trying to get his father to find him as soon as he got back to Brunhild.
If you choose gloves and boots, plus a backpack and a thin one, eventually the shopkeeper will come back from behind the store.
"Have you made up your mind?
"Yes, I"ll have these"
I had cold clothes and other charges deducted from the money I sold Cufflinks, and the boy got a lot of road silver. I finally put that in my purse I bought. A purse is a simple bag made of horse leather with strings attached to it.
Tie that up on your hips and get dressed for what you just bought and go outside.
"Yeah, it"s not cold. Now I think I can manage my journey. And then..."
Guuuuuuu...... and the boy"s belly rang as if to make a self-a.s.sertion.
"I"m hungry..."
Speaking of which, I haven"t spoken of anything since I came to this time. I had some snacks in [storage] if only I had a smartphone.
But the boy has money in his hands. As we headed to the center of town to eat something delicious with this, three men blocked us in the direction of our journey.
"Hey, kid. Why don"t you grace us with your nostalgia?
Men with a nitanita laugh and a voice to the boy. All three were young but in a bad gala style, dressed like adventurers collapsed. If you look closely, one of them was one of the guests at the armor store earlier. Apparently, he was eavesdropping on the conversation with the store owner.
He must have called his people to get ahead of him and ambushed him.
"If you don"t want to be in pain, give me all the contents of your wallet."
"I refuse. I don"t have the right to be a bandit."
The boy speaks clearly words of rejection without being frightened. Meanwhile, the three people treated like bandits by their children raised their blues and yelled out.
"Who"s the Bandit! Smoke your f.u.c.king mouth!
"Exalt your strength, threaten, and take away the hardware. What"s so different from a bandit? It"s the same thing you"re doing, isn"t it? Even kids can tell...... head, are you okay?
"You f.u.c.king kid!
One of them rushed over to the boy and shook one leg wide up trying to get a lateral kick in.
"[Slip]"
"Whew!? d.a.m.n!?"
The man who tried to put the kick in slipped his axial leg and hit him in the back of the head on the ground. They hit him pretty hard, holding his head down and stuffing him. The boy was blind to the fallen man.
"s.h.i.+t, what the f.u.c.k!
One of the other two has reached out to grab the boy"s chest. But the hand is punched in the little hand of the boy, and bounced.
"[Paralysis]"
"Crouch!?
What, the man with the hand played fell from head to ground at the front. My body is small and cramped. At a glance, it is found that the condition is abnormal. The men didn"t know what the h.e.l.l had happened.
"Unlike my sisters, I don"t like rough things. I can"t help it, so it"s bad."
"Become, what is this kid!? What the f.u.c.k!?
"Whatever they say... bandit exorcism?
With that said, the boy also touches a man who was holding his head and stuffing him.
Likewise the man cramped small and stopped moving.
I look at a fellow who falls and doesn"t move, and the last one turns a frightened eye. What is this? Threaten a rich kid to get his wallet. It should have been a simple story. Yet why are you two down and you are being hunted down!?
"Oh, if you get rid of bandits, will you get a prize? Your brothers, are they bounty necks?
"Come on!"
"Ah."
The man who was left ran out with his back to the boy. The man felt it intuitively. This kid sucks. No, this guy"s not a kid. Something I don"t know.
"I won"t let you get away with it."
"Become!?
The boy"s right eye changes to golden. Even gold is a color called yellow gold, which is close to yellow.
The moment that gaze captured the man fleeing, the man"s body stood still as if he had become a stone.
I can breathe. I can barely move my eyes either. But the body doesn"t move at all. No, it"s not that your body doesn"t move. If you just don"t move, you can"t maintain this forward leaning position you"re running.
As if time had stopped, the man was solidified on the spot.
"This one is also [paralyzed] because it will solve the instantaneous" Mabata "scratch."
"Guha!?
Likewise, the third man falls to the ground. In minutes of things, three men were rendered helpless by a boy about five or six years old without skin.
"Well. What am I going to do with this bandit?
Normally, in these cases, it is common to contact the Knights" Chambers and have them captured.
But at the end of the day, when I go to the Knights" Stuff or something, they ask me a lot and I decide it"s gonna be a ha.s.sle. You can"t believe me where I told you who I really am.
Besides, the boy is very hungry. I was perfectly sorry they took the time for such a nagging thing. Yeah, I"m sorry.
In the boy, the bandits decided to leave him like this.
"Before that," he said.
The boy dragged the three of them and pushed them into the shade of the road, s.n.a.t.c.hing their purses from their bodies. I"m not trying to make anything my own. It is a little hara.s.sment.
"You have it this way.... but I wonder why you"re trying to take people"s purses."
Saying, the boy slammed the contents of the three wallets grandly into the street in front of him. Most of them were copper coins, but a few silver coins are also mixed.
Three people in the shade of a falling tree scream without a voice.
"I think a kind person would deliver the money properly to the Knights. When you can move, I hope you still have the money, okay?
With an angelic devil"s smile, the boy smiles - Hope Mochizuki Kuyuan smiles.
Bandits have no human rights. That is what my father and my mothers taught me. If my sisters were here, I"d say "raw warm".
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It"s time to get to the limit.
"I hope there"s something delicious, even if it"s not as good as Mother Lou"
Re-bearing a sloppy backpack, the boy began to walk in the snow at once.