Umi to Kaze no Oukoku

Shaw apologized to Mia about the wage earner.

"I'm sorry. I was worried about Mia."

I greet you with my forthcoming attention as I hold the showy and yoshi.

"Please talk to me about anything. Since you are the prince of King Aslan, please consider your position and act. Before you act on anything, think once about whether it deserves to be a prince."

Annoyed by the gentle Mia, Shaw was depressed. Normally, I reflected so much that I almost stroked Mia's hair that I couldn't even do it.

"Um, Mia... my father told me that it would be good to sell my out-of-house equipment..."

"Dear Aslan! What do you say to my son? 'And poisoned inside, then Mia smiled.

"Well, Shaw, that must have been a joke for you. Don't take it seriously."

"I don't think it was a joke..."

When Shaw and Mia are talking, Aslan looks down.

"Shaw, did you properly apologize to Mia?

Mia tells him to sell off his out-of-house equipment. Stares at Aslan.

"Dear Aslan, did they make a joke about how good it would be to sell the supplies to Shaw? Kids will be serious."

Aslan wondered if Shaw had told Mia.

"I'm an idiot, I didn't know there was a guy to tell Mia. Don't tell your parents what to do."

Shaw thought it wasn't something he would do after he told his parents to take out the house stuff and sell it off.

"Dear Aslan!

"Well, well, a prince would sell off one or two of the pots and buy a gift for a girl. I also need money that my parents can't tell me. Shaw, don't let them see you at your feet! Sell it for over a thousand marks because it's an out-of-house item!

Shaw, who had received permission from his father to sell out his equipment, left Mia's room with a subtle face.

"Dear Aslan, what do you say!

Aslan, who was silently listening to Mia complain, makes a serious statement.

"I need a trace. As for Shaw, think you're right. I'm going to nominate a successor."

Mia was surprised by the shocking remarks.

"Are you serious? You always said you were bonking Shaw... then why did you instigate him to sell off his equipment? If you're the successor, you have to do what you deserve!

Aslan controls Mia, who hastily tries to call Shaw back.

"For Shaw to succeed us, we need experience. It would help if you worked out for your father, the antiquity dealer. They're veterans who cheat people. I've had a lot of painful eyes too."

Mia stares at Aslan, who laughs and talks.

"The question of succession is not a laugh! Shaw is my youngest son, and why did you suddenly want to succeed him?"

Aslan said he was harassing Shaw because he sincerely didn't want to be his successor, and I don't think he'd beat me up if he answered.

"That's an interesting idea. Until you save your money and make some bollocks with fresh cheese on Kaylin Island, it looks like you were gonna start a shaved ice store with that money. Wouldn't it be funny if my son was a bazaar and he was a shaved iceman?"

When Aslan is kidding, Mia fumbles.

"Then there's his weird place."

Mia is angry with Aslan, who is trying to make up her mind in half a joke even though it's an important story about the succession issue, and she can be stopped from trying to take a seat.

"Shaw was trying to find a new route when he saved money at the shake ice store and bought the ship."

When Mia heard about the new route, she was interested.

"New route? Where do you find new routes when the merchants are already sailing every sea?

Aslan briefly explains Shaw's thoughts.

"I can't believe it. Still, where did Shaw hear this?

"Shaw said he heard it, but if you're at Paloma University, I know, but it's suspicious. Well, the only thing weird about him is that he's not just studying. You don't know because Mia is captured by his weird powers, but Shaw has the power to attract people. Those brothers will have a thing for Shaw, too."

"That's because Shaw is an honest character..."

With that said, Mia remembered that when she held the baby show, she had a hard time letting it go.

"Nash and Radic grew up with my hands too, and I think they're cute...... well, maybe Shaw has the power to attract people"

Aslan tried to leave thinking Mia was convinced, but he gets caught and seriously takes Shaw as his successor? Confirmed.

"What, you've been evaluating Shaw for a long time and you're complaining?

To Mia's subtle expression, Aslan asked what she was thinking.

"Shaw's going to have a hard time... and I..."

Aslan pinned.

"Were you going to make my daughter the First Lady? Or were you going to daughter-in-law your granddaughter? I wonder what Mia's daughter said. Yes, Labita would support Shaw."

Mia stares at Aslan, who is happy that it is a good idea.

"No, if Shaw picks up your trail, Labita won't make it the First Lady. I don't want you to have this hard time."

Aslan laughs bitterly, pointing out his daily struggles.

"Then my granddaughter... will be my older brother Kazim's daughter..."

Aslan frowns wondering if Shaw's daughter-in-law would give her a little bad brother's daughter.

"Lara is a pretty girl. Besides, Master Kazim will be Shaw's uncle, so you can back him up."

"Back shield? Don't you have me then? I don't need any help from my brother."

Arrogance itself. Aslan would either ignore or destroy any other royalty to complain, but ordinary people go about things in consultation, so it would be helpful to have Kazim behind their back to sum up royal opinions.

"Don't you like Lara?

Aslan didn't mean to piss Mia off any more, so he escaped when he left Shaw's selection of his pardon daughter-in-law to him.

"Visit Lady Kazim and Labita. Besides, it's been a while since I've seen Lara and Mimi."

Mia, who has become the face of her sweet grandmother, wonders what she would like to take to her lovely granddaughter for a souvenir.

"You can't take off the scented oil that grows good hair. Shaw is a hair fetish."

Shaw doesn't know the story of his successor or pardon is going on, and he's coming to Bazaar with a pot of out-of-house equipment.

"I wonder where to sell it"

The extra brilliance would stand out, and Shaw was eye-catching as he walked through the bazaar with a kettle he was saving for.

"Look at that one! My boy's bringing out a pot of family heirlooms."

"A duck is walking with an onion on his back. You're wearing good clothes too."

"Whoa, I found that one first. The dagger is also brilliant. I'll have the whole thing."

The frigid people spreading to Bazaar nodded their tongues and watched the show.

"Master Shaw, I didn't know you had any escorts here."

Large merchant Rashind came out and grabbed a delicious looking duck and went.

"Che, do you know Lady Racindo? Well, I'm glad you didn't peel your clothes off."

In the cities of Bazaar and Leythe, there are no fools against the great merchants.

"Dear Rashind, I'm here today to sell a pot to Bazaar. I didn't know where you were going to buy it and I was having trouble, you know?

Shaw hadn't noticed, but even though the frigid people had their eyes on him, Racind was cold sweating.

"Master Shaw, it's not like you're saying such a swallowing thing. You see, the people around here used to trick me into calculating how to peel myself. Don't carry such expensive kettles."

"But I'm going to sell this pot..."

Rashind led Shaw to a somewhat better chai shop, saying he couldn't stand talkin 'in the midst of Bazaar's mess.

"Heh, you can have tea here."

Racind got a headache when the royal palace-grown prince was at the end of the day chai shop drinking tea looking delicious.

"Was the kettle taken out of the outhouse? May I see it?

Lassind takes the plain pot placed on the table and sighs.

The pot was a Garcia-baked delicacy. It's only natural that we have all the top notch products because it's out-of-house equipment, but if nothing bothers choosing to bake Garcia, Racindo has a sigh of sigh in an unpopular show.

"Even if you don't do this, if you need a penny, I'll get you one."

Shaw shook his head as he shrugged.

"You can't ask Lady Rashind for a penny. And please don't worry, your father has given you permission to sell your out-of-house equipment."

Rashind was surprised to hear that King Aslan had granted permission. I thought he was an unusual king, but it's too daunting to give the prince permission to sell off his supplies.

Rashid sighs that King Aslan, who is brilliantly prospering the United Kingdom of the Southeast Islands in a disgraceful and arrogant manner, will have an idea that no ordinary man can think of.

"Still, it's dangerous to carry the kettle around so you can see it in that outfit. If you have permission to sell them, please escort them."

Shaw attaches an escort and finds it strange to sell off the pot. Besides, I don't think the Prince is going to advertise the out-of-house equipment to the public.

"Is this outfit noticeable? Where can I buy regular clothes? Can I buy it for five marks?

Racind decided to go out with him, saying it was a boarded ship, that he could not throw out an unknown prince.

"Tell the Mansion I'll be home a little late."

Shaw rushes to protest when he sees him return the servant he was walking with.

"It's okay. I'll do something on my own. Because I buy clothes at the five marks and the kettle is wrapped in a jacket or something and I walk. Sorry to bother you even though you're busy working."

Rashid stops Shaw from trying to walk away.

"The pot is called the Garcia Grill, and it's something that was burned hundreds of years ago in the Garcia dynasty. You can't watch a good man sell off his salivating delicacies with a thousand marks."

"Eh, how did you know you were going to sell it off with a thousand marks?

My father told me to sell it off for more than a thousand marks because it was an out-of-house item, but explained that he thought it would be your word if it sold for a thousand marks because it was a plain pot.

"A plain pot... certainly not worthy of a brilliant detachment, maybe it looks like a plain pot"

"Well, this is an antique called Garcia Grill. It just seemed like a plain pot to me. This kind of thing, you say petty judgment on cats, pearls on pigs. I wonder if I should go home and change it into a brilliant pot. But I want to know how much. If you can buy a boat, you might want to pass a shake ice shop."

Rashind was dazzled when he heard of a shake iceman, but his eyes glowed when he heard of a ship. Men in the Southeast Islands have no eyes on ships.

The father of the street in Bazaar also has the desire to make a deal because at some point he can get a small boat and go offshore. Even if you become a big merchant like Rashind, you're vulnerable to the temptation to throw out shops and mansions and sail to the Great Sea Plains.

"If you're going to get a ship, you won't be punished for selling out about a Garcia-baked pot. If you want to sell this pot, you'll be fine as you are now. No, if a child wearing five marks of clothing or something comes to sell, they'll think it's stolen and they'll buy it down. You can't sell under 50,000 marks."

When Shaw leaves Bazaar behind Rashind, who became aggressive when he heard about the ship, he heads to a top-notch antique store.