Chapter 254: 254 Episode 166: lord talks

"...what shall I do, this?"

Estella has a languid look on her face.

He holds a bag of peanuts tightly in his hand.

"Well, after you get home, you can behave yourself to the neighbors."

Lucia's expression is not very convulsed, perhaps because she's used to it. ...but I'm a little cramped.

He walks gracefully down the alley with Gilberta carrying his own bag.

It's nothing but trouble to be forced into giving me a present so much that I can't get enough of it -- '

"Is it okay to distribute this peanut for free, even if there is a digestion quota.

"It's not free,"

"What?"

"Have you forgotten, anchovy?" Goods that pass through 'BU' are subject to customs duties."

"No, it's not going through!"

What a bunch!

Are you going to impose a tax on it if you try to take it home!?

"If you don't like it, eat it here and go home."

"My face is covered with pimples,"

Don't lick nuts.

"In other words, you're pushing the products you've bought so much that you can't sell them out."

"It's not a trade. It's just gifts and tariffs."

"The result is the same!"

After all, the "BU" member districts are buying up beans made in the "BU" and making them consume them under the guise of quotas. The ward levies tariffs on beans bought by the ward, and the ward receives taxes.

In the end, it's the visitors who are forced to pay for the beans.

Look at it! It's a forced sale, isn't it?

"Hey, Jiro... didn't you say, 'I love nuts!'"

"Do you want me to show you the conversation record?"

A small bag of no real weight will probably slip down on you mentally.

Estella's footsteps are very heavy.

"Is it possible to offer this at Yangdaljeong? Of course, I'll take the money."

"It's no problem to offer what you get as a product."

"Well, I'll get your peanuts,"

"Well, that would be a great help to me. Serve me a heaping of peanuts next to the set meal."

"Then it's the same as the twenty-ninth leg,"

Yodamari-tei doesn't force guests to feel uncomfortable.

"I'll make peanut butter, too. or honey-roasted peanuts or honey-pickled nuts."

"What's that!? I think it's going to be very delicious!"

I'm getting very close to it.

It was a feeling of rejection that I hated to see.

Well, when peanuts are served as they are, I thought they probably don't have processed products.

All of these are easy to make, so let's take them home and make them.

I have to offer it as a product and get back at least the customs.

"Natalia, will you give your share to Jiro?"

"Yes, of course. However, I would definitely like you to invite me to the completion tasting party."

"Of course that's right, isn't it, Jillo?"

"No, I met you for a taste of the finished..."

That's not too much, peanut butter.

It's a bit troublesome because it doesn't have a food processor. It's a little too much to call a dish.

"If that's the case, we'll give you our share. Take it with gratitude and invite us and Milly, Wentan and Hammarotan."

"I'd like to stay on that day, if it's going to be late,"

I'm going to look at you with excitement. I suppose I should have told you.

I should have taken it home and made it secretly.

"Oh, come to think of it..."

Suddenly Estella turns to the other side of the alley -- to the south of the city.

"It's the Forty-second leg ahead, isn't it?"

"Oh, don't worry. --the Sister will smell it and get into the tasting party anyway."

I don't think of anything more reckless than hiding my food from Bertina.

It would be less damaging to keep his share in good enough. It's quite hard work to undo Bertina's crooked navel.

"Huh... it looks like he's spoiling anybody, anchovy,"

"Who? Are you getting paid?"

in some way or other

I don't think I'd do that for free or for service.

I'll give it back to my benefit in some way. by any means possible!

"By the way, Estella,"

In front of the turn, Natalia suddenly pauses.

He's looking this way with a cool face.

"What I did inadvertently ran out of ink... I'd like to buy a new one, would that be all right?"

"Oh, yes. I don't mind. Then let's go to the brush-shop."

"Then it's a long way off," Lucia, please forgive me for my detour."

"Why, don't you mind?" I have a little more time to spare."

The sun is approaching the sky.

It will soon be noon. If you stop by the brush shop and go to the lord's house, it would be a good time.

Turned around the corner where Natalia had stopped, followed by a complicated road, there was a dull building, with brush-shaped plates hanging from the entrance.

The brush shop's interior was small but tidy and I didn't feel cramped.

The smell of ink fills the store, giving it the image of a newspaper store rather than a stationery store.

"Come on in! Is it a brush or ink?"A bent old woman emerges from behind the counter at the speed of a spiral mechanical doll.

What a fragile manager you are you are!

"I'd like some ink,"

"Somebody else?"

The old woman stopped her hand for the nearby bottle of ink and looked up at Natalia's face.

"Then wait a minute,"

Leave the counter and back away.

A few minutes later, she came back with ink in a small, portable cylinder.

"It's very easy to carry around, and it's very rare,"

"Thank you for your concern."

"Hey, when I see you without makeup, I can't remember what I used to be. I can't help but be kind to you. Scratch..."

"'Spirit's,'

"Yasilo. You!"

What's wrong with Estella. Is that cute way of scolding imitating Jeanette?

In any case, I'm relieved that it seems to be a good shop that offers the best products to meet the needs of course.

They may, however, be recommending something slightly more expensive.

Well, Natalia seems to be convinced, so that's all right.

"Well, we're going to do this,"

"Oh, wait a minute,"

Our grandmother called us out when we were about to leave the shop.

come up to the entrance of a store I thought you were going to see me off.

"This is a service," Take it with you."

--and hand them bags the size of potato chips BIG.

No way, this is.........

"It's beans,"

"It was the worst place!"

Where is the best store? You're a bargainer, aren't you?

"Again... more...... hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

With bags of beans in her hands, Estella continues to crack a dry smile with a noh mask.

d*mn... it's plain heavy!

"Why do you buy ink and beans? And now peas!"

I wish they'd come together with peanuts anyway. ...how shall I consume peas?

Should I make zunda mochi?

"How many kinds of beans do you have?"

"Of course, there are seven kinds.

Lucia, who doesn't have any luggage herself, says with a cool face.

Seven kinds of... I'm sure there are seven 'BU' wards from 23 to 29... each of which produces as much beans as a fool.

Like the bean here...

"Why do you even set quotas on your harvest, but you can't do this kind of push-and-sell..."

I wish I hadn't made anything left over.

"Well, that's for a reason. If you are interested, you can ask."

Lucia, who probably knows what's going on, suddenly points ahead in her jaw.

"They're the centers of the BU."

When I looked at it, it was the lord's residence that I had visited in the morning. It's noon. We're getting on board, to the enemy's headquarters.

In the lord's house there were many luxurious horse‐drawn carts that had never been there in the morning.

They must have just gathered together. It seems that he is about to be moved to the stable.

"First of all, I'll leave this obstruction in the carriage."

Lucia, empty-handed, refers to Gilberta's beanbag.

I agree. There's no way we can have a meeting with such a thing like this.

When I left for the stable to leave my beans, the old man of the "horse keeper" who responded in the morning guided me to the carriage.

Our carriage had been taken off the horse and moved to the very back of the garage. I suppose you mean to keep him out until all the other lords come home.

"Your carriage is over there,"

Pointing to the innermost part of the world, the old man bows his head.

and threw these curses upon our backs as we headed for the carriage.

"I have loaded the present for the customer in the carriage. It's a heartfelt hospitality. Please accept it."

The words make me sweat from my back.

Estella and I rushed together and opened the door to Lucia's carriage.

It was loaded with crates for several people, packed full of soramame.

Here I am, and I have come to my district's specialty . . . . . .

"I am glad that you seem to be pleased." . . ."

With a grin, old man... No, he's leaving.

...the carriage should have been locked. Things may be worse off than being stolen.

"...Yasilo. How many patterns do you know of how to eat sorame beans.

"...ask Jeanette,"

Soramame... I wonder how he ate it... I can only think of boiling it with salt. Well, there must be something. Remember... ...there must be some good information in the landlady's bag of wisdom... ...remember me!

"That's all about beans, and I'll go and see the lords." The problem is the floodgates and reparations... both of which cannot be handed over. Pull yourself together, you two."

"--Yes, yes, yes."

Estella's expression braces up.

I was staring at him like that????

"Anchovy".

Lucia called him by name.

"I feel sorry for you, don't look at me like, 'I'm bracing myself, and I'm bracing myself.'"

"I haven't seen it!"

"... Jillo... You're a man...""And don't look!"

"Mr. Estella. But I hope you will notice that Lucia has been abusive."

"What? ... Oh, I see!"

"Now is the time for me to say, 'You know, my heart is so gentle. Say it after the coins can be caught.'

"Good nerve, Estella!"

"I wish you would calm down, Lucia," Mr. Natalia's, what you're saying now? and everyone here is thinking, "Fifty steps and a hundred steps."

"'Who's fifty steps and a hundred steps!'

"First of all, you... are all terrible."

Someone noticed that I was pulling the strings. What are you talking about at the lord's house?

Hold your nerve.

"If it locks, lock it up. We can't sell them out even if they increase any more."

"All right, I'll lock it up, lock it up."

"And it looks like the BU guys are gathering together... and they're not going to give you beans, are they?"

"That's all right. There is only a quota for 'consumption in one's own ward' and it is meaningless to take it outside."

...it's kind of like a rule decided by a kid.

It's not a system of immaturity, is it?

"Well, shall we go?"

"Well, I have an appointment with everyone, and I'll do my best to benefit the 42nd leg."

Clenched, Estella says forcefully.

"We must be prepared not to make a profit or loss by a trifling trick,"

"I understand,"

Lucia and Gilberta are also in good spirits.

"Well, let's go," I'll escort you to the door, if you will."

Straighten up, Natalia in battle mode walks us forward.

The people on the premises are glancing at us, but they seem to be daunted by Natalia's resolute advance.

There's Lucia behind them, and it's pretty scary when they all come out with a serious aura.

If I don't know them and suddenly get hit by this aura, I would choose to retreat temporarily. There's no time for it.

What a big deal these guys are!

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Estella looks a little chagrined at their backs.

"I too... so that I may someday be able to show such dignity."

`Don't push yourself,' That's a kind of talent."

"But I'm also a lord, and one day...!"

"You just have to stretch out your good points."

I can't imagine Estella scattering aura that keeps others at bay.

This should be a lord who cuddles up to others and solves their problems with them more than anyone else.

"Natalia won't betray you. So, the division of roles is all right."

"...is that so?"

"Yes,"

"...yeah. That'sure."

Estella has a weapon unique to Estella.

And that weapon -- much more powerful and powerful than these aura in the 'Only' that makes me temporarily withdraw.

You can have confidence.

That ability to pull me to such a point.

... well, I won't tell you.

"Welcome, Lucia Suarez, lord of the Thirty-Fifth Ward. Mr. Estella Claremona, lord of the Forty-two Wards. I've been waiting for you."

At the entrance of the building stood a beautiful woman with dazzling silvery hair.

a straight spine, a clear but clear voice that is never too loud, and a clear presence that is too assertive.

Perhaps he is the chief waiter of this house.

I feel like Natalia and Gilberta are competing against each other.

"I'll show you to my Lord," Come this way..."

Looking back, the silver-haired waiter invites us to the house.

The waiters, who open and support large doors on the left and right sides of the entrance, have lost their presence as if they were inorganic and remain in the shadows.

I glanced at Natalia's face, and found that the waiters were very quick to check her movements and behavior. It's probably a rivalry.

"Mr. Jiro..."

Natalia spoke to me in a low voice that only I could hear, perhaps because she had noticed my gaze.

"The head waiter is number one and the E-cup."

"Where were you looking, man?"

"The same place as Mr. Jiro said.

"You're not choosing the destination of people's eyes on your own,"

When it comes to my level, I can tell by the sound of walking, even if I don't bother to look at it.

go down a long corridor to the front of a lofty door

The door, which is as large as the need to make the entrance so large, is brimming with intimidation.

"Here's the Lord waiting. Come in, please."

In keeping with the proprietor's courtesy, the waiters on each side of the door move silently and quietly open the door.

Behind the open door lay a large, long table, flanked by seven great men.

It's like the accused being brought before the judge and the jury, us.

"Welcome to the Twenty-ninth Ward," Take your seat now."

There are two or more smaller tables in front of the lords. There are two chairs.

They claim to be the junior in view of their seats. They're going to put it face-to-face and pressure it.

"Excuse me,"

Lucia says briefly and Estella nods in agreement with it before she sits down in a chair.

Even though he is a fourth-class nobleman, he doesn't seem to have to be inferior to us.

Lucia's attitude is to an equal aristocrat, and Estella's usual way of avoiding bad language.

Perhaps he didn't like it, but some of the seven lords blatantly frowned."

Lucia sits on the left and Estella sits on the right.

Gilberta stands diagonally behind Lucia and Natalia stands diagonally behind Estella.

Naturally, I stood in the middle between the two chief waiters.

The lords in front of them were accompanied by what seemed to be the chief waiters.The beautiful silver-haired woman approaches the back of the man sitting in the center and stops.

Is he the lord of the twenty‐nine wards?

He is a little too young to be called a man of prime age, and looks in his mid-20s.

The man speaks in a stiff but coercive voice.

"Well, I'm sure you've come all the way to see me.

The man, with his elbows on the table and fingers crossed in front of his chest, glared at me like a company executive and made clear demands.

"I'll ask you to pay for the water shortage caused by your fault. You must keep in mind that this has already been decided and that there is no room for any objection."

High‐handed words continue.

"We will be able to maintain good relationships in the future if we promptly arrange the compensation we demand and pay it to our deep remorse."

I went out of my way to call him and said, "This is a decision. Don't complain and swallow everything." It's not enough to be rude.

It's an act that can't be complained about even if it's taken as a declaration of war.

"The compensation we demand is documented for each district. I hope you will look there and respond as soon as possible."

"Well, may I have a moment?"

Estella raises her hand small and asks for a voice.

The lord of the twenty-ninth district then speaks calmly, as if he were a sensor-reactive machine.

"Give him a hand if you think it's OK to allow him to speak."

With the words as a signal, two out of seven people raise their hands.

Suddenly the majority vote started... What are these guys?

Then, for the first time, the lord of the twenty-ninth district turns his face.

"Why?"

The lord of the twenty-nine wards is looking at a woman who has raised her hand.

Incidentally, the lords of the 29 wards did not raise their hands.

"She is the lord of the Forty-two wards, and it is inferred that what she said concerns the floodgates. I thought it would not be a good idea to suppress opinions here because the floodgates are a matter of life and death for the 42 wards."

"Well..."

Hold down the jaws, and the lord of the twenty-nine wards ponder for a few seconds.

"Do you have any objections?"

No one answers the question.

"Well, again," Raise your hand if you think it is acceptable to allow him to speak."

Six out of seven raised their hands this time.

The lords of the twenty-ninth wards are also raising their hands.

"I agree. Therefore, I will allow him to speak."

After declaring so, the lords of the twenty-nine wards turn to Estella.

"Allow me to speak"

"...how, thank you,"

Estella seems to be embarrassed by this.

Ignoring us completely, we start arguing on our own terms, and by majority vote we grant permission to speak.

It's like a machine doll with a program built into it, and it's a waste-free movement. ...in a nutshell, it's as simple as routine work.

These guys are proof that they do this on a daily basis.

I can't say... they're creepy people.

No one smiles, no one talks in private, and no one takes a lazy attitude.

Everyone is looking straight and expressionless at us.

It's a horror, as if.

"Of course I am curious about the floodgate."

"The sluice gate is already open."

"What...?"

In the middle of Estella's story, the lord of the twenty-ninth Ward announces the result in razor-like sharp language.

The sluice gate seems to have already been opened.

"I've heard of your visit to the ward in advance. The floodgates are simply a way to get people to attend the talks now, not a real aim. Therefore, when the visit was confirmed, it was opened. Don't worry."

"...how, thank you,"

I don't know what to say. Estella looks like that.

There's no island to be attached to -- their way of speaking is always self-contained. You mean you won't listen to my opinion.

"If the sluice gate is open, I'm relieved."

"Well, that's the end of the meeting."

"No, wait! One more point! This is the main point I want to say!"

an estella that is eaten by the lord of the twenty‐nine wards who is trying to shut it down quickly

Stand up and lean over the table.

"We are..."

"Put your hand up if you think you can continue to allow him to speak!"

The lord of the 29th arrondissement asks again for a raise of hand, with the force and magnitude to negate Estella's words.

This time five people raised their hands and passed the bill.

Do you want to do it one by one, by majority?

The diminished Estella stands still, but clearly toned down to make her case.

"There is little evidence that we are the cause of the water shortage, and we cannot accept it at all. Please reconsider how to deal with this issue, including compensation."

While Estella was speaking, Lucia simply glared at the lord who faced her in silence.

Lucia continues to emit aggressive waves to the point where it seems that he is emitting the same level of aura as the other seven.

"Then I ask for evidence,"

"... to?"

Perhaps it was something that had been decided beforehand, but without a majority vote or peer consultation, the lords of the twenty-ninth Ward objected to it.

"They are asking us to show evidence that the fireworks you did did not cause this water shortage."

It's almost impossible to prove it.

If you set off fireworks again and it rains the next day, you'll get away with saying, "It rained this time, but it doesn't prove that it wasn't the cause of the previous water shortage."

Considering the fact that it is restricted to the lack of water this time, there is no doubt that they are going to make such a difficult habit.

Estella stopped talking.

Either way, I can't give you any evidence like that right now.

I put my hand on Estella's shoulder.

Estella's shoulder bounced the moment she touched it, perhaps because she was quite nervous.

turn one's head slowly this way

"...let's take it home."

"...yes, yes,"

The floodgates seemed to be open and I could get to know the BU guys.

I could feel a little bit of the distorted form of BU. It would be a good time to rework the strategy. Originally, I rushed to the sluice gate and wanted to gather some more information.

"Then I'll come back and discuss whether to show evidence, comply with the demands, and what action to take."

Lucia says in an icy voice and stands up silently.Gilberta was pulling his chair at the perfect time as he stood up. That's great, Gilberta.

"You must understand that there is not much time to spare. If we keep him waiting too long, he will have to close the sluice again."

「…………」

Estella's lips tighten.

"You must understand rightly that we can dam up the river at any time. Similarly, it is important to recognize that it is easy to raise tariffs on marine guilds. That's all I've told you.

At the word of the lord of the twenty-ninth district, the door of the exit opens.

In the end, he didn't even give his name.

It's been a long time since I've seen such an easy‐to‐understand man selling fights.

"Let's go."

Lucia whispered in our own voice.

Estella and I concur at the same time, and then follow.

Before I leave the room, I'll look them in the faces again.

I'm sure we'll see each other again... ...for the time being, let me remember your faces.

When we left the room, the door was quickly closed and we were isolated from the lords of the BU.

If you were saying "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh There was no sign of anything behind the door, as if everything were frozen.

"Mr. Jiro..."

In the room, Natalia, who had been silent all the time, came next to me and whispered.

"Have you seen the lady at the table over there?"

There was only one woman among the lords. He raised his hand and asked for Estella's right to speak.

"As for her... ...it was an A-cup."

"What were you looking at, that's why!"

"All the landlords have become more persuasive in their theory of breast poverty!"

"Noisy, Natalia!"

"You're rude, Master Servant!"

Natalia is immediately bitten by Estella and Lucia.

"Lucia is a big breast in the land of lords."

"Well... well, I suppose so,"

Lucia, however, easily turned over. No, I fell.

It's cheap, your pride.

"Let's go back to our respective wards."

"Well, let's discuss it again later."

Once they stopped at the thirty-fifth leg, and then they drove me to the forty-second leg.

It's a bit of a detour, but Lucia's carriage is faster, so that's more helpful.

"To-morrow, I will go to the Forty-two Wards again."

"Well, I'm sorry to put all the strain on Lucia. I'll be there this time."

"I want to go to Yodamari-tei!"

Lucia, it's a cry with all your might.

Then he looks at me with the message, "I know, anchovy!? Make peanut butter!" ...I know.

"If you go to the Yodamari-tei, you can eat delicious food and get the antennae of a cute insect tribe." Basically, I'll go there."

"I'm sorry. We don't have that kind of service. Don't let me go, you pervert lord."

And so we left the twenty-ninth leg.

Before that, there was a very tedious task of getting Lucia's cabs out of the way, and we were finally able to leave the Twenty-ninth Ward after receiving the beans from the traders who had done it.

What do you really want me to do, these large quantities of beans?"

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