CH 127

Duke, Please Repent! chapter 127

29. The duke's aides (8)

Not long after, the servant who had erranded Lord Falsum returned.

I thought they would only come with a bottle of alcohol, but I brought a serving cart with a lot of stuff on it.

What stood out the most was the wine bottle with the neck of the bottle wrapped in colorful gold leaf.

As a non-drinker like me, it is slightly larger than the miniature spirits my father used to collect.

It was the size of a bottle.

It is not well known to the general public because there are few released on the market, but there is no one who does not know it among alcoholics. You cannot get it because you do not have it.

Sir Palsum handed it over and showed it close to me, as if to check the label.

'The name of the drink called Brave Man's Flame and the number presumed to be the year of production were written underneath it .

'Do I know that I see?'

When you first hear the name, you look at the year of production of alcohol, whether that's good or bad

I have no way of knowing.

However, if any of the aides had a knack for alcohol, I was like, 'Oh !' A small exclamation was heard.

'That's out of my business

It was only checked whether the gold wrapping paper covering the spout of the bottle was new.

As I nod my head, Lord Palsum carefully removes the wrapper. The metal lid, which had been covered with wrapping paper, was revealed.

When I looked at the finish of the lid, there was no sign of it being opened.

- Crazy.

Only on the first opening. A characteristic metallic friction sound was heard. At the same time, a strong smell of strong alcohol came in.

Rather than getting drunk, I'm more worried about throwing everything away.

'If you drink it straight all at once, you're just going to get hooked?'

What am I supposed to do by feeding this to me?

It's ridiculous that you can't even drink properly, so you're complaining about the heat and looking for water.

Do you expect directing, or do you want to make mistakes because you are drunk?

I want to specify either way.

"You think this is going to hurt your stomach? Shouldn't that be the modifier 'stupid' rather than 'brave'?"

Hahaha! That's a good point. When it was first made, it was said that they just drank it straight to test their bravery, but that's stupid.

Ji prepared it and wanted to know what kind of bullshit this was. Perhaps it was revealed on his face without realizing it, Sir Armsom coughed in vain.

Heh heh! This drink is so good that it's a waste to drink it at once and get drunk...

He handed the bottle back to the attendant.

Suddenly, another servant came along and placed a high-ball glass in front of me and Sir Palsum.

Then, ice was removed from the ice bucket on the serving cart with tongs and transferred.

'What kind of trick are you trying to do?'

In any case, I looked carefully to see if I would burn something in the process.

The servant first poured water using an hourglass-shaped measuring cup, and then poured alcohol on it. Liquor of soft red color falls like sunset.

There was nothing suspicious about the process.

Everyone enjoys this in a float style these days. The smell of alcohol disappears as it is diluted, doesn't it seem to bring out the rich flavor? In this way, enjoying the aroma and taste and drinking it leisurely, is truly this drink. I think it's a way to have fun.

"Ah yes."

I really don't know what to do. that

Was it just an ordinary drinker?

Was it just a search war that I sang today, or was the purpose of breaking down my vigilance?

Or, it may be a strategy of putting a frog in a pot and boiling water, and sending it away without realizing that you are getting drunk.

Even if it is diluted like this, the alcohol content is still high. It may upset the stomach, so it would be good to drink a glass of honey water to protect the stomach before that.

How are you? Now I think about my gastrointestinal health as well.

While drinking on one side, another servant who was drinking honey came out and handed Sir Falsum a glass of honey water.

When I was young, I didn't ask for these things, but as I got older, my stomach became so burdened... Don't be vigilant about how young Ribelon is. Health is a law that you must protect from a young age.

He spoke as if he was shy and took a one-shot of honey water. I drink it really cool.

The moment I lifted a glass of honey water thinking about how to throw away alcohol naturally.

- Clang!

Aw !

Something broke through the window and quickly passed between me and my arms.

It flew at an angle and pierced the glass in my hand, and slid into the thigh of the servant who handed it to me.

A sharp scream from the servant filled the banquet hall. The drink in the broken glass broke my hands and cuffs.

got wet

It's an attack!

It's an assassination, an assassin!

In an instant, the meeting was in chaos, and the aides panicked and screamed and hid under the table.

The table shook, and the alcohol that had been placed on it poured out and splashed here and there.

I too, hastily got down from the chair and hid under the table, trying to calm my startled mind.

'What, what just?! Wouldn't it have been possible to die if I made a mistake?'

I wondered if this was also part of Sir Palsum's plan, so I looked at him reflexively.

However, perhaps it was completely unknown, he raised his eyes wide and looked around, calling the knights urgently.

The commotion spread outside in an instant. The knights are scrambling to find the culprit.

Whether that worked or not, no further attacks continued.

Are you okay, Sir Rivelon?

Sir Rivelon?

First of all, Sir Palsum checks the safety of my presumed target.

"Ah , ah! Yes, yes . Gwae, it's okay ."

It was the first time I had been suddenly threatened in this way, and I was so out of my mind. Because of that, my reply was a little late, and in the meantime, Sir Palsum has confirmed that I have not been injured.

He looked away from me and hurriedly checked the safety of the other aides.

Anyone injured?!

As a result of the confirmation, no one was seriously injured except for Shi Jong, who was hit by a flying dagger.

However, there were a few who were cut into shards of broken wine glasses that fell to the floor in the commotion.

In case of an unexpected attack, knights of the Duke of Argento surrounded the banquet hall.

Sir Eightsom! What the hell is this?!

I didn't know that an intruder was coming in, so the Duke of Argento's expenses would only be this much!

It's something that's never happened before in the Duchess of Prasidus...

Do you think safety has been ensured?

One or two people started to speak up.

At the pouring voice of condemnation, Sir Armsom couldn't hide his impatience and bit his lips.

How could there be an assassination attempt in the mansion of the duke of a great empire!

It was not confirmed that it was an assassination, but the unstable psychology came up with the worst number.

The point is that what flew in was a blade that could cut off a person's breath enough.

And maybe it's because I swerved to the point where it's amazing that I wasn't hurt?

It appears to have been nailed down in an assassination attempt.

In the first place, wasn't today's meeting itself a mess...?

Someone asked a small question. It was a self-conscious muttering unconsciously, but the monologue reached everyone's ears.

Wow, sure... From what I've heard, there's no need to hold a gathering like this, Sir Palsum...

It's strange that you dare to go through the security of a strong duke's house and aim for an aide of another family.

"Weren't you aiming for Lord Eight-Breath?"

No, whoever looked at it was targeting Lord Ribelon!

Everyone's eyes turned to me. Following that gaze, I also looked at mine.

Red wine splattered from somewhere and the 'brave man's fire flower' spilled on the table. and covered with honey.

Hasn't Lord Falsum displeased with Lord Ribelon before...?

A brief silence passed by.

I, I'll just have to go back.

NS.

me too .

I think it would be better for Lord Ribelon to die soon.

Did they think that they might silence them after a while?

Seeing the knights who stood firm and guarding the banquet hall, feeling threatened, they secretly rose from their seats.

The intruder may still be around. We're still checking, so after we're safe...

You still haven't found the intruder, is that even true?

It happened in the middle of the work."

Lord Falsum did not catch those who went out. There was disbelief in their eyes.

There may have been no intruders from the beginning. It could be a planned assassination.

He may have felt that it was better to take care of things inside than to break through the boundaries of the Prasidus family.

I think that's roughly what I'm thinking.

As much as what happened at the Duke of Argento's residence, you can't avoid taking responsibility for this incident.

If I think a little rationally, there is no reason to kill me, from the Duke of Argento to the Duke of Prasidus.

'Serpens must also have sent me gently based on such thoughts.'

But the stream of groupthink, paralyzed by fear, convinced me that it was the correct answer.

'Isn't this a masterful attempt to openly fight the Duke of Argento and the writer of Prince Prasidus?'

Such doubts also passed, but there was no need to claim a disadvantageous position there.

And above all, Sir Falsum's expression clearly showed that it had nothing to do with him.

'Let's go back.'

I didn't intend to stay here like this.

To return, it was better to act together when others left.

He moved to the place where the Prasidus wagon was waiting, and he roughly wiped his still wet hands with the handkerchief he had been carrying around recently.

Ugh, it's still sticky.'

Maybe it was because the thing he was holding was honey water, and even after wiping it off, the stickiness remained on his right hand.

He opened the carriage door with his left hand instead of his sticky right hand. I was about to get on, but there was already someone inside.

who !

Without even reacting, he reached out and grabbed my right hand holding the handkerchief. Then he swishes and pulls me into the wagon.

At the same time, he covered the mouth he was about to shout with the other hand.

was done

While being forced into the carriage, there was a loud bang.

That's me.

If it hadn't been for a whisper in my ear, a voice so small that I couldn't hear it. But it wasn't that difficult to find out the owner of the voice.

It was such a unique and familiar voice.

'Serpens, why is this guy here?!'

Did you notice that I recognized you, take the hand that covered your mouth

gave out

Is something wrong?

Oh, no! I stumbled while riding! It's okay, so let's get going!

It seems that the driver felt the wretchedness of the driver because I suddenly shouted Nu, along with the squeaking sound.

It seemed like he didn't know that Serpens was on board.

Bolshera, who quickly closed the carriage door.

The wagon departed.

Serpense's hand was holding my hand

This thickly comes off As unpleasant as it might be, he showed no such sign at all.

I quietly took out the soundproofing scroll that had become a staple item from my pocket and tore it up.

I'm sorry, you must have been very surprised... No, you must have been surprised. Yeah. I'm sorry...

As soon as he confirmed that the magic had been activated, for some reason, Serpens was restless and apologized.