Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor Chapter 153

Episode 153. whole pig party

“Hey, is there a beggar in my stomach?”

A whole pig being roasted to golden brown in one corner of the garden. Romandro looked at Beric in bewilderment and muttered.

It’s easy to understand what it means to hear a rumor. The sight of him stuffing chunks of meat into his mouth with his fists in both hands is clearly the appearance of a crazy person. Beric smiled happily and raised his glass.

“One more bottle!”

“You bastard, stop it! Have you even heard a beggar in your stomach? “Does this guy who traveled a few hours away and took a week to return have no conscience?”

“Don’t you know that when you drink alcohol, it goes into infinity?”

“You would rather die by having your stomach burst than by being stabbed to death. Oh my, that’s ridiculous. really.”

Beric’s throat was clogged with meat, but Romandro’s throat was clogged with bewilderment. Be that as it may, Beric continued to eat his meat with his mind half-lost.

“Ian, it costs too much for food to work for that guy. “The cost-effectiveness is terrible.”

“Still, wow, the money I just spent is probably more than killing a pig, right? What were you thinking when you said all the slaves were Ian? Right? Wow, this meat is really delicious!”

Romandro’s face blushed at Beric’s words. okay. I admit it. I was so embarrassed and nervous that I couldn’t speak.

Aside from the Astana people, additional expenditure was inevitable to bring in slaves of unknown nationality. They gave doctors to the dying, clothing to the naked, and food to those on the verge of starvation.

“Do you know the joys and sorrows of being a civil servant!?”

“Eh? What do you know? And what does that have to do with a slip of the tongue? Ian, am I right?”

Romandro grabbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes, and Ian tapped his shoulder.

“After going through some hardships outside, he became smarter.”

Full of laughter. That means Ian also agrees with Beric. Romandro touched his forehead and apologized again.

“I’m sorry.”

“It is done. Thanks to you, the building has been vacated, so wouldn’t it be easy for the security forces to clean up after it? And Beric, let me point out that your meal costs more than it cost the authors.”

“Hey, lie!”

As Beric said those words, he ate a piece of meat as big as his head. The bowl became empty in an instant. Minnie was embarrassed and turned over the firewood with kindling.

“Berik, please eat slowly! Astana people have only eaten half a bowl!”

“My stomach isn’t even half full yet?”

Asthana people fill their hunger by talking about something with Harsha. Judging by the occasional laughter, it appears that he is talking about his hometown.

When one of them made eye contact with Ian, they nodded and smiled.

“Looking at how the Rugerspell Guard is doing, I don’t think it will become a big problem. After the investigation, if there is anyone who was illegally enslaved, we can restore their identity and conclude the matter.”

“Parkens, who is the author?”

“Find out who the necromancer is and hand it over to the guards. Since you have engaged in illegal slavery, you can be punished according to the relevant laws.”

Parkens was locked in a warehouse at the mansion. Although it would be more accurate to say that he fainted and was preserving his position.

After hearing Ian’s instructions, Romandro moistened his mouth with alcohol and nodded.

“I understand. I’ll take care of this. “Ian, don’t worry and just focus on becoming the next Minister of Magic.”

When Romandro put down his drink with a determined expression, Beric laughed openly. Her giggling laughter is as bright as can be.

“Are you going to make another mistake and buy something strange?”

“Close your mouth and eat, or today will be your last meal!”

“Ian is the one who feeds me, so I don’t know why you’re showing off! “If no one is home, I’ll clean out the kitchen!”

“Do you think our Mini is that easy?!”

Once again, the childish argument between the two ignited. Even the people of Astana, who were startled by the loud noise at first, seem to have gotten used to it now.

Harsha, who was sitting on a chair, jumped down and ran to Ian. A man follows him steadfastly.

-Ian!

“Hasha, are you running out of food?”

-No, we are all rich. Rather, do you remember that there are many shamans in Astana?

“okay. Didn’t you tell me? It is said that the magic practiced by each faction is different. So, if I go back, I might be able to get a new body with the help of another faction. “I remember it clearly.”

Harsha hit the knee of the man following him with his tail. Then he opened her mouth and stuck out his tongue.

A strange pattern drawn in the middle. Beric and Romandro both looked like they wanted to know something, but Ian understood what they meant.

-This person is a fortune teller, and he said he had something to tell Ian.

He is a kind of prophet. Predicting fate is like falling into the sea and measuring the waves. It changes easily with a little wind and the lapping of fish.

Ian realized that the man’s expression was flushed and allowed it.

“If it’s good, I’ll listen to it, and if it’s not good, I’ll reject it.”

-Of course it’s a good thing! If the benefactor’s fortune turns out to be bad, it would be better to cut off his tongue and seal it away forever!

When Ian gave permission, the man predicted the future in an unknown Astana language. His prophecy appeared in the Bariel language through the mouth of Hasha.

-Even if you stumble and lose direction and turn around, there is only one path in the end. Even if the path seems to have changed, everything is connected when seen from the sky, so eventually you will return to the same place. the way you want.

how is it? Sounds good, right? Harsha panted and laughed, but Ian couldn’t help but make a strange expression. For some reason, it felt like the road meant ‘history’.

A lot had already changed, but as the long 100 years passed, it seemed like everything would return to its destiny, creating the world Ian knew.

“What? “It’s not a prophecy, it’s a riddle.”

-The original prophecy is up to interpretation.

Harsha responded to Beric’s words. The man who was a prophet nodded and returned to his place, while Ian quietly wet his lips with wine. Then Madame Vivianna gave her water and looked worried.

“Ian. Didn’t you say that you have to go to the palace early in the morning? Honey, honey, please stop drinking too. “It becomes difficult to get up.”

Romandro put down his drink with regret at Vivianna’s concern. She smiled brightly and added her words.

“And Ian. I heard you’re running to become the next Minister of Magic. “The current clothes are very stylish and cool, but they probably don’t suit a minister of a department.”

“Ma’am, I was already going to ask you that.”

Due to the nature of the New Year’s party, the things I went to the costume room to put together were things with a youthful feel. It cannot be the same as the clothes worn to hold public office.

“So, I have prepared a new one, so wear it when you enter the palace tomorrow.”

“As expected, since Romandro is someone I trust and rely on, I also feel confident. Thank you, ma’am.”

When Ian greeted him by kissing the back of his hand, Romandro smiled shyly, as if he had received a compliment. Either way, Beric shouted again, holding up his empty plate.

“One more plate!”

* * *

The next day, when the early morning moon rose.

Ian couldn’t sleep for more than a few hours and went straight to work at the Ministry of Magic. Because it was an emergency, there were clear signs of overtime work in the Ministry of Magic building.

The same would probably apply to the administration that Romandro went to. As Ian entered the lobby, the wizards trudging along looked familiar.

“Ian, has there been any separate communication from the imperial palace?”

“doesn’t exist. If so, an emergency call would have been made using magic. do you have a problem?”

“Got it while researching taboo magic materials. Things that are over 300 years old are left to the administration. That’s Wesley. “I think it was because it was before the Ministry of Magic was established, and we needed a letter of cooperation.”

“Do we need all the captains’ cooperation letters?”

“okay. And I wish I had yours too. “I guess I attended the imperial palace meeting.”

“All right. “I will write it and upload it right away.”

Grumble.

Ian said and opened the door to the department. Then, the wizards sitting crowded on chairs. It’s clearly the office of the Magic Management Department, but I don’t know why they’re all here.

“What are you all doing here?”

“uh? Ugh! Ian, write. “You’re here.”

The first to wake up was Acorella. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and checked her watch. It’s three o’clock in the morning. A strange time to go to work and an unusual time to leave work. She pressed her eyebrows together to chase away fatigue.

“Greetings. These are the leaders of the Potions Research Department, the Spiritual Spirit Research Department, and the Magic Tool Manufacturing Department. Haaam.”

At Acorella’s words, the others stood up. Her face is familiar because she has already passed by. The members of the Magic Operations Department are all sleeping together in the night room at the back of the department.

“I formally send my greetings. “This is Ian.”

“Ah, yes. know. “It’s surprising.”

“You know each other’s faces, right?”

“You have a special relationship with me, so stay close.”

A special relationship. This means that Acorella has tried to seduce Ian in order to push him. You could say that they are regular customers of the medicine sales business. Ian joined hands with them and took off his coat.

“If you have a special relationship with Accorella, you can also have a special relationship with me.”

“Ahaha. yes. First of all, it goes without saying that the Potion Research Department came in just to see the commercialization of Sildam potion, and the Magic Tool Manufacturing Department is a department that is interested in supplying large quantities of Luron Stone. And the Word Research Department. The budget is too small here. The reason is that since it is a department that researches horses, no separate money is spent. I hope the next minister will consider that part, hmmmm. “That’s what they said.”

It was clear what the three departments wanted from Ian. Ian nodded as if asking to be trusted. Accorella wrote the name of each department one by one on the blackboard.

Swoosh swoosh.

“And there’s Captain Jean?”

“yes. “He is the head of the Magic Research Club.”

“I didn’t see it that way, but it was more popular than I thought. We unified it with other departments that had registered as candidates. “I still don’t know what they were trying to do, but if you look at the departments whose routes are now clear, our numbers are a bit lacking.”

I strongly agree with Accorella’s statement that he did not see it that way. She wasn’t very impressed, so Ian rested her chin and nodded at her.

“What about other departments whose routes are not set?”

“Quite a bit. “The kids who don’t care who it is, the kids who are too busy researching, the kids who, as a rule, make a decision after checking the magic power!”

As Acorella banged on the blackboard and shouted, Tommy, who was sleeping in the night room, woke up and rubbed his eyes. But she realized again that it was no big deal and woke up.

Ian looked through the department names and fixed his eyes on the end.

“What do you think will happen over there?”

Magic Support Department. A department under Secretary Wesley’s direct control, and one that is currently ignored by both the Ministry of Magic and the Imperial Palace.

Acorella answered while scratching her philtrum.

“I think I’ll vote to abstain. They’re not showing anything at all. “I know how to buy it, this is it.”

Knock knock, Ian counted the number of wizards belonging to the Magic Support Department. There are other departments too, but isn’t the number of authors the largest?

“Does anyone know the contact information for the head of the Magical Support Department?”

After thinking about it, Ian asked elegantly, and the captains all raised their hands without realizing it. Then Ian smiled satisfied and gave instructions.

“Let’s call. “Now, here.”

“call? Ha, will you come if I do?”

Ian answered the question from the head of the Language Research Department without hesitation.

“If they don’t come, only they will lose. I’m sure you know how to calculate that much. Try calling. I expect to be here in thirty minutes.”

fantasy,