65 Hrs

"Ahcha."

Dubled was not a family who loved each other because he was a family.

The Sunbae saw his children as mere tools of power, and his father slaughtered up to ten brothers and left only two.

What I said might not make sense to Javelin.

'Something went wrong. I tried to get along, but I just got angry.'

I desperately excused myself.

"Hey, I won't upset Javelin anymore. I'm really going to be quiet. Quiet to keep Javelin out of sight. Watch your step, I'll eat a little! So can you forgive me....."

Javelin's eyes were distorted as he looked up to his desperate face.

"You……."

"……?"

"…… go in."

Javelin walked past me instead of trying to talk.

After she was completely gone, I sighed.

Leah touched her face and said, "Baby, because of me....." I murmured.

'No, it's not all about Leah....'

But this illusion is now familiar. Now we say, "Thank you!" And he cried out, and dragged me in.

I open my arms with the look of a pirate. As always, Leah hugs me.

Thump, thump, thump, thump!

The administrators rushed down the corridor heavily.

"Sir, the Emperor has fallen!"

I hold Leah's collar tightly in my arms when I hear a loud shout.

'Here we go.'

* * *

Adolf rushes to the Imperial Palace to confirm the situation. The Imperial Palace was looking into it, but the Emperor said there was no way to wake up.

"What happened?"

When asked, the Imperial Court did not know what to do.

"I don't know anything. You were healthier than usual just a week ago. The arthralgia that you used to complain about is gone, so you go for a walk often, and the blood color is very good, but why did this happen all of a sudden...."

"It could be Germany."

"There were no toxicological reactions on any of the tests."

The Imperial Palace asked the Emperor's maid.

"Did you eat the wrong food?"

"No way! Your Majesty's food always tastes good. If there's a problem, the faintest person will know first."

The maid flinches in fear of using a dumpster because she misrepresented the Emperor.

The Imperial Palace is silent. The Emperor doesn't have any allergies.

"Have you been any different lately?"

"What's so different..... besides taking the pill of youth....."

"Youth medicine. Are you sure you're selling this medicine on the market?!"

The Imperial Palace said, "Huh..." I saw the fallen Emperor groaning. Why is he so old? Come here.

Drugs that were not unanimously confirmed by the Imperial Palace could not be brought into the Imperial Palace.

It was strictly forbidden to use it as a poison.

"But this didn't happen to anyone else who bought the drug on the market."

I said, the maid looked up, Adolf.

"Not only the medicine on the market..... but the priest has prepared a medicine with similar efficacy....."

At the end of the day, people's gaze turned to Adolf.

He stared at the throne with a white-faced face.

What the hell happened? '

He must have stolen the manufacturing method from the Merchant Guild and made it the same. But why only the Emperor will fall?

It is all my fault that the Emperor has fallen.

That doesn't mean he stole the manufacturing method of the Merchant Corps.

The 21 priests who administer the Central Temple will be expelled immediately if they know that they have bought people with money and committed theft.

'The kid should be turned because of the medicine in the Merchant Guild.'

Adolf contacted the workers at the Hoff Merchant Guild immediately.

* * *

A worker who has been working at the Hoff Merchant Guild for three years, Martin fills his teeth and tongue.

I caught money's greed, and I didn't know this was going to bother me.

[Are you sure there's no one in trouble after taking your medicine?]

[Yes, no one has ever come to me because I have a problem.]

[If you do that, you have to make a problem.]

Then the new priest handed over the medicine. He said we should put this powder in the inventory of the medicine of youth.

Mixing the powder into the medicine was not so difficult.

Martin, a member of the guard, knew the patrol route and the guard's shift time better than anyone else, and even stitched up when the workers were leaving.

He enters the warehouse with no man.

I stumbled across the wall in the darkness and found a stockpile of youthful medicine.

'I have so much of his burden.'

Over the past five years, the growing hopper top has stretched from small needles to large military supplies.

There was too much baggage in the warehouse, and the inside is dark.

After sweating with the back of his hand, he wandered through the sack of sacks.

"What are you looking for?"

"What is it, youth.... Ugh!"

He takes a breath as he unwittingly responds to the sound heard on the sack.

A gloomy light appears in the dark shed as a sign of your voice.

A girl was sitting on a sack with a single smile.

"Luminous medicine?"

"What, what, what! You wench...!"

Oh, shit!

His head was stuck over the sack of sacks.

Surprised by the sauce, he sprays his hands with a bland.

Turning his head, it was the vice president and his assistant, Curtis.

"What are you doing here?"

Martin's face was tinged by the bourgeoisie's question. "Well, that's....." He shouted as he squeaked.

"All in all, I was looking for something with singularity."

"Lord? How do you know Lord?"

"You sent someone in front of the store."

Once the deputy head is trying to figure out the situation, he must flee.

The girl walks around with nothing but her back and gives out her upper body.

"You have no excuses."

"…… what?"

"When did I give that order?"

Martin laughed in vain at the child's words.

"What nonsense..... how can a little girl be the end of this great Merchant Guild..... Argh!"

Seria was strangled and he groaned. Seria looked down at him with dry eyes, trying to twist his neck like a bug, she said.

"Shh, the Lord has not given you permission to speak."

"……!"

Martin and Curtis opened their eyes.

Are you sure she's short?

That can't be right!

The Hope Merchant Guild grew into a giant Merchant Guild within ten fingers of the Empire in just five years.

He monopolized Spinel to win the trade, and now he has nothing to do with war supplies.

Does it make sense that the owner of such a Merchant Guild is a little less than ten years old!

However, even in front of the Grand Noble Merchant Guild, the deputy commander was very polite to the child.

"Let me go."

In a word, the power was released from my hands. Martin, who took a step back in the street, alternated between the child and his accomplice.

The child slowly approached him.

"I think I've done quite well for the workers, but I don't think I liked it."

Martin's throat was slit in the words of the girl herself.

It was strange. It seemed like he was frightened of the little girl who was running the guard.

The child's little hand touched Martin's shoulder.

"Huh? Where didn't you like it?"

"Well, I……."

When he sees Martin, who is frightened and unable to answer correctly, the child shrugs.

"Well, that's it."

"…… Yes?"

"I didn't want to forgive you for letting me know."

I wanted to see the light coming from the back of my child's hand, and I felt the heat on my neck.

When I turned my head to see what it was, my child's hands glowed red and my throat burned as if I had swallowed a lump of fire.

"Ugh!"

His whole body was blown. Farr Martin, who trembled like he was electrocuted, said, "Oh, save me... save me...!" After screaming at the terminal, the picks fell.

The child touches the handkerchief with a fine face and leaves the door.

Curtis swallows dry saliva by looking at the child's back with his glans narrowed.

'You must have panicked.'

No matter how short-lived he was, he would be embarrassed, since he had made a man out of an imaginary attitude.

Not as much as yourself, of course.

In just five years, who knew that the skilled man behind the curtain who made me stand side by side with the giant merchant who called me was only ten years old?

Seria was desperately trying not to make a short run, but I didn't know she was such a young child.

The situation was decided to be heard later, and Curtis told Seria.

"If you're a single lord, you need to restrain the Merchant Corps, so this is inevitable."

"..... you did it."

"Yes?"

"You've grown wonderful!"

Seria shrugs.

After a few years, LeBlaine became Dubled Younger.

* * *

Seria's office. Three hats in front of the whole mirror, two mufflers, gloves and accessories.

"Ah, writing. This looks good too."

Seria, who put so many things on me, brought me a full package.

"That's it. I don't need it."

"It all fits....."

Seria said it was a pity and I shook my head. Then I put the things that Seria had put in the box.

These are all valuable stocks to make money.

"Did you take care of Martin?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then I have to go."

"There's more. You've never been in the Merchant Guild."

Seria sparkles her eyes, saying she has a lot to show you.

But I shook my head. I put the doll in the blanket instead to get out to the top. If you don't go back quickly, you may get caught.

"Is it okay for you to show Curtis?"

In her words, I nodded.

"You're the one Seria trusts. Then trust me."

"I'm glad you said that. Now, this is what you asked for."

I got the paper envelope Seria gave me. I checked inside and nodded.