Chapter 1240

1240 times. What’s wrong?

King Pneuma.

The Marquis of Truman Solon.

14:00.

Two men sat facing each other in the Marquis’s office.

Coleman Solon, the eldest son of the Marquis Truman Solon, who died a month ago, and Baron Campiti Vice, the treasurer.

“Your Excellency the Little Marquis. It has been confirmed that Baron Howard and his party arrived at Pneuma an hour ago.”

“Did you go to the police station?”

“no. If he had gone to the police station, word would have come that he had been arrested.”

As soon as the mercenaries failed in the Marquis of Solon, Howard Solon was accused of conspiring to murder a minor marquis for title usurpation.

The name is rather long, but I couldn’t find a more suitable expression than that, so I did it.

“If you didn’t return to the marquis family and didn’t go to the police station, where are you and what are you doing?”

“Perhaps he is looking for a great nobleman to help him.”

“Is there a great noble in Pneuma?”

“doesn’t exist. All the nobles of Pneuma support the legitimate successor, the small marquis.”

“What about the other nobles?”

“So are they. Even Baron Ingrid Patissia, who taught Baron Howard magic, is on the side of the Marquis in this matter.”

“Did Baron Patisha himself express his intention?”

“yes.”

“What about the movement of the knight commander?”

“I’m still taking a wait-and-see attitude, but I don’t know when I’ll make contact with Baron Howard.”

At that moment, Marquis Coleman Solon bit his lip.

If the relationship with the Knight Commander, Count Krasson Wigrad, had been good, this affair would not have happened.

Usually, the knight commander favored his younger brother, Howard, and distanced himself from him.

After the sudden death of his father, the Marquis Truman Solon, it was difficult to see his face at all.

As long as the Knights are the best military organization in the Marquis family, even if you try not to care, you can’t help it.

It was all the more so because there were no knights of the marquess family who did not pass through his hands.

Perhaps the biggest stumbling block in the process of succession to the title was not his younger brother Howard, but the knight commander.

No wonder rumors circulate that ‘the person who raises his hand is the final winner’.

At that time, the person who actively approached and volunteered to become hands and feet was the treasurer, Baron Campiti Vice.

“Put more people around the knight commander. And find out what Howard and the others are doing.”

“Yes, but the Galm Mercenary Corps continues to receive inquiries.”

The Little Marquis Coleman Solon frowned.

The Galm Mercenary Corps was a mercenary group that was commissioned to kill Baron Howard.

After the request failed, it was quiet for a while, and now, why are you asking?

“inquiry?”

“Yes, I am asking if I should continue to pursue the commissioned work.”

“Howard is in Pneuma, and that sounds absurd. To hear what the great nobles say.”

“Then shall we accept the request?”

“Let it be. If I do something stupid and the succession process gets messed up, I’m the only one who loses. Take back the magic gun you lent me neatly.”

“Yes, I understand. Well, by the way...”

Campity Vice paused and looked at the little Marquis Coleman Solon.

“What’s wrong?”

“It looks like one of the shooters was captured and a magic gun was taken away.”

“what? Lost the magic gun? What bullshit is that! Don’t you know that you can’t buy a magic gun with money! Besides, what about the serial number engraved on that magic gun! Are you trying to advertise that it’s something I ordered!”

“You can cover the serial number by giving money to the Mage Tower. It will be treated as a lost item in the Mage Tower.”

“Use your hand before Howard finds out.”

“Yes, I will finance what you said. And...”

“And what else?”

The Marquis Coleman Solon asked nervously.

Then, the treasurer of Campity Vice answered with his eyes down.

“Whether it’s one or two, the number of guards is the same, so we’ll try to send as many wagons as possible.”

“Is there a number like that in this city?”

“If you don’t want to wait, we have a chartered carriage.”

“When you have to wait, you have to know how to wait. I couldn’t see it going well because I rushed blindly.”

“Are you going to change your mind soon?”

“so? Got a problem?”

As Elio shot, Fabian hurriedly lowered his tail.

“doesn’t exist.”

As Baron Howard Solon and his party were finishing their meal, the tavern door was opened and a person came in.

The woman, wearing a robe and wearing a hat, looked around and then approached the seat of Baron Howard Solon and his party.

Baron Howard Solon, who met his eyes just in time, jumped up from his seat.

“Miss Patissia. long time no see.”

Baron Mage Ingrid Patissia of the 4th Circle wearing a robe smiled and nodded.

“Howard, should I say Baron Solon now? You acted like you would never come back to the capital, so what happened?”

Baron Howard Solon introduced the party before offering an empty seat.

“I will start with an introduction. You’ve seen Lord Tynlock before, so you’ll know this, and this is Crea, the adventurer I’m traveling with. This Crea is the Mage Ingrid Patissia I mentioned.”

Crea, who had been following Baron Solon, bowed her head respectfully.

“My name is Crea.”

“Yes, you are a very pretty adventurer. It must be very popular with adventurers.”

Mage Ingrid Patissia in her 50s looked at the young adventurer with happy eyes.

“Not quite like that.”

Crea waved her hand with a puzzled face.

I’ve heard that wizards don’t know how to joke, but it doesn’t seem like that.

Before long, Ingrid Patissia’s eyes turned to Tynelock.

Tynelock sat there as if it were someone else’s business and did not move.

For a moment, Ingrid Patissia’s eyes lit up.

Baron Solon even got up, but the escort knight was still sitting?

It is a sight that is hard to see without the relationship between the two changing from before.

Then Baron Howard Solon pointed to an empty seat next to Tinelock.

“Please sit down for a moment.”

“Is that so?”

Baron Ingrid Patissia, who casually sat next to Tynelock, was the first to get lucky.

“We don’t have much time, so let’s get straight to the point. Baron Solon I am of no use to you. The wizard of the Marquis of Solon is an acquaintance of my master. In terms of skills and personal connections, I’m far short of his level. Do you know what that means?”

“I know. I’m not even thinking about going back to the marquis family.”

“Good idea. The shedding of blood between brothers is the same as losing even if they win. If it’s your talent, you’ll be able to become a great nobleman with your own strength.”

“It’s an overstatement.”

“Then why did you call me?”

Conscious of the group of adventurers far away, Howard Solon lowered his voice.

“There is a barbarian who defeated Lord Tynlock with martial arts and swordsmanship.”

“however?”

Baron Ingrid Patissia looked at Baron Howard Solon with a grave face.

I know that Tynelock’s swordsmanship is excellent, but his position – in terms of people – was not even knee-high.

I don’t know what kind of big deal it is that he lost.

“He’s a young man my age from a savage.”

“So Lord Tynelock lost to a 20-year-old aura practitioner, not a mana user?”

“Yeah, I think something other than the spiritual energy didn’t work. As you know, my magic is now this circle... I don’t know what’s in it.”

“Are you asking me to judge with the eyes of the truth?”

Baron Howard Solon nodded with a meaningful look.

Then, Baron Ingrid Patissia smiled and said.

“If it’s like that, I’ll help you no matter what. Where is that person right now?”

Instead of answering, Baron Howard Solon quietly raised his hand and pointed.