Chapter 37

The information the soldier knew was quite useful.

It’s only been about half a year since Baron Pavaera, whose name is unknown, bought the wine farm. It’s been less than a month since I started doing this strange thing. The fact that he was not an orthodox aristocrat, but a guy who bought his title with money. Lastly, the fact that his enlisted men numbered 40. Even the fact that an additional 40 people are being hired for this job.

“What kind of baron hires mercenaries with 40 enlisted men?”

“In fact, there are about 30 people who have been with me before I received the title. They are nominally in the form of force management for maintaining public order, but they are no different from enlisted soldiers. There is nothing wrong with that.”

“Forty extra people?” “I-I’m not sure about that, but from the stories I

‘ve heard, it’s that they secretly recruited poor quality mercenaries...”

There was, and just hearing that story, this guy named Pavaera seemed to be a guy with a bad head. Seeing that he had already taken around 30 people from before, it was clear that he had been doing something else, but he didn’t seem to know that.

Of course, the guy I saved was not the 30 people who had been with Pavaera, but a private soldier hired later.

“Is the probability true? Fuck.”

There are 10 aides, including Favaera, at the campsite, and the other 20 people form a garrison in the ruins in the forest and lead the way. The whole story of this situation was that 40 additional mercenaries were hired in the forest and planned to massacre the adventurers.

“Why did that bastard lose his parents to adventurers? Why are you doing this?”

“I’m at the bottom so far...”

“Hmm. It’s ambiguous.”

It is said that it is moving secretly, but it is a very, very dangerous act to deceive and kill adventurers in this way. Of course, that’s why these guys are also very meticulous in their strategy and tactics in the forest, but if they get caught, they can’t escape the death penalty with confiscation of their property. Even taking that into consideration, it was said that he had a great merit to do this, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“I-I! I don’t know about that, but there’s one strange thing!”

The enlisted soldier, who was really rolling his eyes desperately, said, raising a match, as if my muttering of ambiguousness had been taken as meaning that the information was far less than the value of his life. This guy has been actively cooperating by lowering the tone of his voice since earlier, so I was going to save him anyway, but I’m sorry to see this desperate reaction.

“On the orders of Baron Favaera, the bodies of the adventurers we’ve killed so far are being stored somewhere in the ruins!”

“What?! What kind of fucking necromancer are you? Why are you doing such disgusting things?”

“I-I don’t know! But I was told not to worry about the condition and just put it together because I’m going to burn it later!”

“Burning it anyway...?

I don’t understand.

I collected the corpses of the adventurers who came to subdue them and deliberately proceeded to the second round to collect more adventurers... Even those outside the forest who were incapacitated were confirmed to be killed. He said he has no hesitation in dying accidentally while doing nothing.

Why? According to this guy, he said that the adventurers who came after receiving the first subjugation request used a strategy to lure them out of the forest and kill them with a pincer attack. Why did the guys who were careful enough to run , take such a clumsy method?

find the ruins and Cheryl.

started coming in.

“Eldmia. This way.”

At the same time, I stopped my steps and looked around at the sound of Cheryl’s voice. Sheryl, who was up on a tree, fell quietly like a cat and approached me. “It’s late.” “I met a cooperative

friend

and got some information. Maybe these bastards are very assholes.”

“You said they were cooperative?”

When Cheryl shared the information she had heard from an unknown friend, she gave a visibly surprised expression.

“What the hell did you do?”

“Just by chance? ”

“I don’t think they’re kind enough to be like that...” It

was a conversation that felt like deja vu, but it wasn’t that important right now, so I told Cheryl my guess.

“Hey. I think the guy named Baron Favaera is the culprit, but I think his purpose is fame for some reason.”

“Fame? Didn’t you say infamy wrong?”

“They say they’re collecting the corpses of the adventurers they killed. But later he said that he would burn it anyway. Didn’t you say that if this subjugation fails, the farm owner, the aristocrat, will accompany the enlisted soldiers to subdue the subjugation himself?”

Sheryl’s pickled radish eyebrows became furious as she told the diligently-rolled guess and looked at her complexion for a moment. “A devil -like idea

that doesn’t matter how much you

tear it down...?

” Covering it upside down and using it? Is this the right idea to come out of the human head?” It

is a world where there is no scientific investigation or anything. It is a world where there are countless people dying not only from natural disasters, but also from all kinds of monsters and man-made disasters. Checking each and every death of someone. It can’t be denied that doing this only happens in special circumstances.

The guild will too. It’s bittersweet that 60 green and blue adventurers were killed in droves, but the fact that they really started in earnest caused serious damage even to the nobles. Of course, that doesn’t happen. Baron Favaera will pretend to be a thief and burn them all, whether it’s dressing up the corpses of the adventurers he’s collected or making any modifications. If they were aiming for , we would remove the adventurer tags from the adventurers and return them to the guild.

If so, it would have been a monumental event to announce the heroic new nobleman, Baron Pavaera.

Without us, the plan would probably have succeeded.