Chapter 125

“The Ogatorf family... I didn’t expect that the name of Levien, who had lost his teeth, would maintain that much of a relationship. Now that we’ve reached this point, I wondered if everyone would give up.”

Those who were kneeling in front of a muttering man staring at the only lamp that lit up the dark room did not answer. It was because he knew very well that what the owner said was not a request for an answer, but a simple self-talk.

And their judgment was not wrong. Unlike the few vassals of the Margrave of Levien, the man was admiring his own foresight when he ordered the pursuit as soon as he heard that the key figure in this case had moved to Ogatorp.

At first, I wondered if he had quickly betrayed his master and boarded another ship, but judging from his actions this time, it seemed that he was surprisingly loyal to a certain extent. I honestly liked it because it was a platform that did not back down even against the members of the aristocracy for the sake of the master’s honor.

But what I liked most of all was that the information that he had met Duke Lesrom, the head of the old aristocratic faction, was now in his hands.

information before others. That fact alone made him infinitely satisfied.

Although he had no idea how to use the information or whether it was really useful, it was beyond his interest that it had already spread by word of mouth among ordinary soldiers. Even if such lowly people and nobles talk about the same thing, they are different things.

Just like a lady who is happy with the fact that she was the first to preoccupy a fashionable accessory before anyone else, he was just feeling that kind of catharsis through information.

“Now then, how should I use this sharp knife?”

Non-nobles cannot participate in the trial that will take place tomorrow.

There was a lot of time to approach the person of interest naturally, and I did not intend to miss the opportunity. The man’s mind began to contemplate what to offer to send someone to approach and persuade him to come to him.

The Ogathorpes are of no concern to him. Even though his skill, which went up to 3 out of 10 swords of the king, was real, it ended up there. The wealth of the Ogatorv family, who lived like a monk only looking at honor, was certainly not small, but compared to their reputation, they were insignificant, and in the end they were no different from soldiers dying on the battlefield.

If Count Bossa’s plan goes well, it’s a family that will do so even if he doesn’t want to. The daughter of the Ogatorv family was pretty pretty, so it could be used for something else, but Ekaf was a loyalist to the royal family and a person who couldn’t be recycled, so this was close to an established fact.

“Wouldn’t you be surprised if I gave you one flying dragon as a gift?”

No matter how noble he may be, his long-held theory was that cloth is not driven by honor, but by money.

In comparison, what about yourself? I can confidently say that within the new aristocratic faction, his capital power can be counted on one hand. Remaining in the position of baron is simply born in the wrong era. It was clear that even that would soon be in the past.

Although he lent two flying dragons to Viscount Etaville about two years ago and lost them, he suffered a great loss, but the flying dragons he secretly kept were still in good health.

“Even a warrior can give a dragon to the owner of the armed forces who returned after winning.”

He himself was a man of such capacity and ability.

Once again, while the corner of his mouth went up, engrossed in his boastful abilities, someone knocked on the heavy iron door blocking the room.

-Toktok

-Who are you?-

“Huh?”

At that moment, everyone in the room shared the same question.

It’s a question that a crazy person who knocks and asks who he is is suddenly appearing.

That time when everyone turned their gaze toward the door in that doubt.

– Quaang!

“It’s me! I! I! I!! I! I! I!”

With a sudden explosion, the iron door collapsed and flew into the room.

“Aaaagh!”

Unluckily, while watching one of the minions in the path of the iron gate hit the iron gate without being able to avoid it, the male owner did not understand the situation in front of him. And it wasn’t just him, it was the same for the other three people who were reporting the results of the tailing.

“Don’t you think that it’s such a terrible story that the loss to be gained from being fake is greater than the gain to be gained from the truth? You betray so easily even if your life is at stake?”

“That’s because of the limitations of the contract that Count Bossa made with us.”

“Us? Contract?”

The woman carefully raised both hands to cover her face, and then slowly removed her hands, probably thinking that it was quicker to show with actions than to explain in words.

“what...?”

Then, the woman’s face had changed to a completely different face from before!

“Divine power?”

I was in a state of expanding my senses by moving my magic power, but I couldn’t feel anything, so it is said that this is either a monster that changes shape or serves a god who grants such powers.

Of course, in this situation, the latter is more likely than the former. It’s not that monsters like that don’t exist, but they can’t talk.

“I don’t know how you know, but that’s right. I’m a dreamer.”

Unlike the woman who speaks as if she would know her identity, I was able to find a memory similar to what she said only after diligently flipping through the memories in my head.

In the past, when I was looking for many faiths on the continent, I had skimmed through the content that there were religions that could change their appearance with the power of God. It was something I really skimmed through, so I wondered if they were running some kind of fantasy-style plastic surgery at the time, but I guess there was a separate way to make money using their special skills.

“Contracts that involve risking our lives are expensive, and there is a huge difference in terms of money between those with and without the condition. Instead of hiring me cheaper, Count Bossa put me where he believed there would be no threat to his life. ”

“Is that the pot-bellied old man?”

“That’s right. Because he was a person who thoroughly cared about his own safety, with no threat in this form. Even though fleeing in the face of a threat was part of the contract... I decided that I couldn’t escape.”

I’m annoyed by this.

If I kill it, it seems like Bossia will notice that there is no news of it, and I can’t believe a creature that betrays me like this.

That said, it’s hard to see that he’s complacently stabbed a manpower who can sell and betray information so casually... His actions are so extensive that it feels inconsistent.

In fact, you might be able to get out of quite a few situations with that ability, right?

“Even if I don’t kill you. How long will it take for this mess to be known to them?”

“If I don’t report it, you won’t know unless someone reports it.”

“The basis?”

“Baron Rubilla liked to sneak out of vanity. He was under the delusion that he had access to information from the underworld. But apart from that delusion, he was serious about building and sneaking these hideouts with his overflowing wealth. .It’s the same here. Even if we know that a place like this exists, we don’t know specifically that Baron Rubilla is here.”

“...how long do you plan to report?”

“......Four days.”

The delay in my last reply was probably because I was afraid that I would swing my sword if I calculated the time and thought it would be okay to kill myself.

It’s a bit unpleasant to be treated as such a bully, but as the situation is the situation, the kind me looks after it.

“You go with me first.”

It was a conclusion I came to with half-hearted belief that, at least, Sir Ekaf would be able to find out the use of the boy once he was taken, but it was the best decision I could make now.

Even if you can’t use it as a double spy, wouldn’t there be a lot of information to extract?

When he made the declaration while inserting his sword, the guy let out a long sigh of relief that didn’t match his calm expression.