Chapter 1250

1250 times. Just do what you do

. Baron Howard Solon looked at Count Elio Lagoa with a guilty eye.

To become a servant to himself who was given the title of baron.

Of course, the proviso was ‘until I pay back 100 gold’, but considering the noble’s pride, it was like a death sentence.

Elio asked with a sullen face.

“why?”

“I am the baron.”

“so?”

There is no law to make a noble a servant.

The butler who handles chores is also an aristocrat, but not a servant.

However, he couldn’t bear to say such a thing in front of the sad Count Helio Lagoa.

Because he was treating himself like a really common impostor.

Of course, since he bet on 100 gold with less than 20 gold, he had nothing to say even if he was treated like that.

“...no.”

“in conclusion? Is it tongue or paper?”

“I can serve the adventurer like a servant, but according to the imperial law, I cannot be a servant.”

It was the last pride of Baron Howard Solon.

He would die if he was beaten to death, and he did not want to acknowledge himself as a servant.

“I know that much. You just have to be a slave. Stay out of my eyes until you pay back a hundred gold. Oh, of course, except when sleeping or going to the bathroom.”

“All right.”

“Go and rest.”

Then, Baron Howard Solon trudged back to his seat.

Crea whispered in his ear.

“sorry.”

“Okay. What money do you have?”

Rather, he was ashamed of himself, as if he had dragged Crea into something disgraceful.

“I can help you with ten gold. Will it be difficult though?”

A bitter smile appeared on Baron Howard Solon’s face.

If you add up ten gold, it is only thirty gold.

To be honest, it was difficult even for a year or two to raise money worth seventy gold.

Moreover, the body that now has to wait on Count Elio Lagoa.

It was wrong to make more money.

The only way to live now is to find the treasure.

If it was the treasure of the Abyss, it would be able to escape the hands of Count Elio Lagoa.

Crea seems to have thought the same.

“If you find the treasure in the Abyss, everything will be solved.”

“It’s a shameless request, but please help me just this once.”

“Okay. It will work out.”

Tynlock, who was listening to the conversation between the two, said with a nonchalant face.

“I will help too.”

Honestly, not for Baron Howard Solon.

He wanted to keep a close eye on Count Elio Lagoa, a Reiki practitioner.

Of course, to find out the secret of his spiritual training.

To do so, they had to remain in the company of Baron Howard Solon.

“Thank you.”

Baron Howard Solon accepted his favor.

I know that the reason he wants to help him is not out of loyalty or affection towards him.

He could have refused out of pride, but for now, finding the treasure of Abyss and freeing him from the hands of Count Elio Lagoa was the priority.

That’s how Baron Howard Solon’s party reunited just before disintegration.

That night.

Fabian, who was tossing and turning on the bed, asked Count Elio Lagoa.

“Lord Lagoa, why do you want to keep Baron Solon close?”

“Because if you leave it alone, it will die.”

“He himself is a sword beginner, and he has friends too? It will not be difficult to pass through the Great Forest.”

“The mercenaries are targeting Mr. Crea.”

As Baron Howard Solon served on Elio, the two groups naturally merged.

In addition, the priests and paladins of Shastra Parakti accompanied the stagecoach.

From the mercenary’s point of view, it was literally two chunks of nose missing from the finished porridge.

It was easy enough to give up, but the mercenaries did not.

Seeing Crea up close while accompanying her, saying that she was a real life person, rather, her desire reached its peak.

The fact that the priests and paladins of Shastra Parakti were visible around them also played a role.

Had they acted with the stagecoach, their desire might have died.

However, since the practical stagecoach was faster than the luxurious wagons of the priests and paladins, the priests and paladins only joined the stagecoach meeting at night.

Three days passed under such tension that it was difficult to describe.

5pm.

Four stagecoaches entered the southernmost city of the Shade Kingdom, Krulli.

The sky was already dark as if a heavy rain was about to come.

The stagecoach pulled up in front of a tavern with the somewhat bland name of ‘Peace’.

Before the passengers had even gotten off the wagon, a nasty downpour poured down.

Shoot aaaaaaaaaaa!

The thumb-sized raindrops quickly turned the road into a sea of water.

Adventurers and mercenaries roughly covered their heads and ran into shabby taverns.

Kwurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring! Kwagwang-!

The sound of thunder roared as if they had made up their minds.

Elio and his party, who were from the north, glanced out the window with curious faces.

Don’t you know if it’s snow?

It is very rare to see water pouring from the sky like that.

Transport manager Rein Hyde approached the young adventurer, who was also an apostle of Shastra Parakti.

“I don’t know if the carriage with the priests will arrive in time.”

But rather, Elio was calm.

“You will come on your own.”

At the young apostle’s nonchalant reaction, Reinhide returned with a puzzled expression.

Stan mercenary leader Angus looked out the window and said to the vice-captain.

“Can’t the priests come?”

“I will.”

It was raining so hard that I couldn’t see ahead.

On a day like this, the wagon is not the destination, but the only choice is to find a safe place.

Considering that the priests usually joined after about two hours, today was wrong.

“An opportunity like this will never come twice.”

“Wasn’t it the great grove?”

“Tsk! In the great grove, they will move as one body. Do you think there will be a chance?”

“then?”

“I have to get it done tonight. If we accompany them longer, the paladin might remember our faces.”

“What about the apostles?”

“Use medicine to put them to sleep, take only Baron Solon and his party, and deal with them separately. Then you will think that Baron Solon ran away because he did not want to be a servant.”

“As expected, the captain’s resourcefulness is amazing.”

“Take care of your drinks later. It’s important, so don’t let someone else do it.”

“Yes, I will take care of it myself.”

The corners of Louis Caste’s mouth went up.

True to his nickname, Nymphomaniac Lou, he had a knack for using drugs.

When he used his hand, he didn’t know he was hurt even after he was hurt.

It wasn’t much of a thing to use medicine on adventurers in a place where there were so many mercenaries.

Elio, who was dipping bread into an unknown stew, suddenly raised his head.

“Fabian.”

“yes?”

“What do you think of fate?”

“If there is something you want to say, don’t ask, just tell me. I’m tired of writing my head.”

“I think I did well not to change as you said.”

“What?”

Elio waved his hand when Fabian asked back, forgetting what had happened a few days ago.

“no. Just eat.”