Chapter 143

My Villains Episode 143

37. The Baroness’s Request (4)

Ellen is drunk with a sense of victory and Atalante laughs in vain. In the meantime, I kept my mouth shut.

As the meal resumed, Sergeant Phil Veldin leaned toward me.

“huh? what else?”

“...again. I haven’t even gotten to the point yet.”

“Take it out then.”

I was about to drink beer with my chin chin, but a white hand came out from the side and snatched three glasses.

“Hey.”

“I am thirsty.”

The owner of that hand was, of course, Ellen, and the guy immediately drank the beer.

“That’s alcohol”

“...you know it, right?”

Ellen, who wiped her mouth with her sleeve, resumed spooning without showing any sign.

What’s up? He’s a guy who doesn’t drink alcohol, no matter how weak it is.

As I stared blankly at Ellen, Beldin, who was riding a child, whispered as if pleading.

“Sir Phoenix.”

“Oh sorry. What’s the point?”

“I don’t like the place. Can I tell you about it?”

“What else?”

I took a sip of the sheep’s milk for Ellen.

It’s not cool, but it was fresh as if it hadn’t been salty for a while, and the unique sour aftertaste wasn’t too bad.

“Just tell me here.”

“It is a very important matter.”

“So just tell me. It’s much safer here than in the room or outside.”

The young scribe glanced around.

Our table was at the far end of the tavern, and Steedman and other mercenaries were sitting at the nearest table. Except for the party, all the other guests seemed busy talking among themselves.

Beldin’s gaze, which had been wandering around the room, stopped at one point.

“Is Mr. Atilia also in your company?”

Atalanta, who met his gaze, tore the bread and smiled.

“Right, but why? Does your taste buds drop when you see the Nudes?”

“It’s not like that...

Beldin, whose lips were wet, chose his words carefully.

“I do have some concerns. The story I brought is very secret, but if you start riding the information network of the nudes,” “I

know what misunderstandings you are having, but we don’t go around talking about secrets anywhere.”

Beldin glanced at me at Atalanta’s words. Then, when he found me with his arms folded in silence, he let out a low sigh.

“...Fine, if that is your will.” Beldin looked around again and lowered his voice.

“We must protect Longville.”

That’s it again.

“Because I know. If you look at the guerrilla warfare step by step, no matter how many Anupad guys there are,”

“Sir, no.”

The young scribe cut me off in a determined voice.

“I am not talking about Anupad. Of course, they are also dangerous, but it is the others that we need to deal with right now.”

“The others?”

“Randall Norman Sorgil Regan... They are packs of wolves hunting for territory. The mercenaries.”

Those are some familiar names.

“...These are the mercenaries who used to go up and down the bulletin board of the hunting festival. They say they are aiming for the territory?”

“They are threatening the Baroness. He told me to give him a bounty.”

“bounty? A gift from the hunting festival?”

“you’re right. In particular, Randall Gnome claims that his cousin has become the heir to the lord. He said he won the hunting festival.”

Randall. He had veterans who were incomparable to the Amias gang as his subordinates. Did my cousin say that he went to college in the royal capital?

“He is singing that the lordship is empty, and that he must rule Longville for his cousin.”

Atalanta with a distorted expression opened her mouth.

“What bullshit is that? The hunting festival isn’t over yet, so why

distribute the bounty?”

“Randall said the festival was over now that the organizers were dead.”

“If you are the host, then the lord?”

“yes. He was lost during the battle, so there is a high probability that he passed away.”

Beldin’s expression blurred.

“I mean, um, that’s what Randall claims.”

“Lu mawzirabun.”

Atalanta murmured something. It sounds like a Danish language, but I don’t think it’s a good word.

“So what is the baroness’ answer?”

“Of course you refused. We can’t give up control of the territory to wandering mercenaries.”

“I’m glad.”

Atalanta let out a small sigh of relief and brushed her hair.

...Is this fortunate?

What would happen if Atalanta, a foreigner, stepped out in the face of making a firm determination not to give up control even to mercenaries of the same race?

The scribe continued while I was scratching my eyebrows.

“It is still too early to be relieved. You don’t know when the mercenaries will violate the lord’s office.”

“no way. Would they even do that without going crazy?”

“Normally impossible sir. It’s something worth getting a gold coin hanging from your throat.”

Beldin added with a dark expression.

“However, it is difficult to properly deal with the situation with Anupads rampaging everywhere. Besides, this is a matter of inheritance, and Randall is not without a justification... So

it’s a headache.

It seems that things are getting messed up here and there because of what Baron Mallory had before he died.

“My wife wants Lord Phoenix to come to Longville. If the Lord comes, even those reckless mercenaries won’t be able to run wild.”

...Uhm what.

My immediate goal was not to save Longville, but to cross Mount Graduil. That meant it was none of my business who owned Longville.

“Your wife will greatly repay you. And isn’t serving the lady the true joy of being a knight?”

It sounds like true joy. It’s a persuasion that won’t work for me, who only has patterns.

While thinking so, on the other hand, Da Ionea was in my heart. Exactly, it was her eyes.

Those pitiful eyes...

He looked like a dog that had been abused for a long time, crying and wagging his tail, but couldn’t take his feet off in fear.

I was thinking of a woman who had been trembling and collapsing after a few small acts of kindness and a single kiss from me when Atalanta asked with a firm face.

“What are you going to do?”

“...well, I’m thinking about it.”

“...To be honest, I want to help. Even for the sake of Atilia.” When Ellen narrowed her eyebrows, I quickly added my words.

“Attilia saved my life from the rift. I paid 450 silver coins for two troll heads. If their clan doesn’t get a settlement, all of Atilia’s sacrificed efforts will go to waste.”

“Why do you care about that? Atilia and we made a deal. The sacrifice at the rift was rewarded by reducing the price of the troll’s head.”

“...No matter how hard it is, people are dead, but with money”

“450 silver coins are enough to buy a whole small village. At that level, we have done everything we can to repay you. It’s not our responsibility to talk about clan settlements or anything.” ...groans There’s no way to refute it because it’s all right.

As I remained silent, Ellen blurted out.

“I would like to receive a request from the baroness.”

“...uh? So what you said so far”

“To be clear, the reason we have to accept this request is not for Atilia.”

“then?”

“That’s it...

Ellen hesitated for a moment, shaking her hands. Then he bit his lower lip and spoke.

“Among the items Master Castrite has, there is a ‘Scroll of Analysis’.”

“...A scroll of analysis?”

“It’s a monster that analyzes materials used in alchemy or products made with alchemy.”

“however?”

“I need that.”

Ellen sighed as I put on a puzzled expression.

“Didn’t I say that I need to recuperate for my mana poisoning for quite a while?”

“huh.”

“What if that ‘long’ is three or four months?”

“Three or four months?”

Not 3 4 weeks, but 3 4 months?

I was speechless for a moment, then nodded my head.

“......Hmm, it’s a little long.”

“So I need the Scroll of Analysis.”

“What does mana poisoning have to do with the Scroll of Analysis?”

In response to my question, Ellen took out three glass bottles from a sling bag by her bedside.

“Do you remember this?”

“It was obtained from the relics room in the crypt. There was a wizard who became that stone statue.”

“that’s right. At that time, out of the five bottles, two were magic recovery potions and were used up in the cracks. All that remains are these three bottles.”

There were one bright blue-green bottle and two dull brown ones. Ellen continued by holding up the two bottles behind her.

“What I learned during my research at South Harbor was that these potions here have the property of dissipating mana.”

“The property of dissipating mana...is that something special?”

“Definitely not special. It means that only mana is not scattered, only morale or spiritual power is not scattered, or only divine power or blood is not scattered.”

While I was still making a puzzled expression, Ellen continued her explanation with a firm expression.

“It’s an item that neutralizes all phenomena caused by magic.”

” ah.”

It’s a ‘potion of release’.

In the game, it was a fraudulent item that released all status ailments...

Wait a minute then?

I opened my mouth at the thought that flashed through my mind.

“Then what if I used that potion on the stone statue in the artifact room?”

Ellen nodded heavily.

“If my guess is correct, the petrifying spell should have been lifted.”

“....”crazy.”

The fact that I almost ran into an ancient wizard who lived before the 8th century gave me goosebumps.

Ellen said in a slightly lowered voice.

“Of course I am not sure. Ancient magic and alchemy were so much better than they are now, so I just made a guess.”

“...Anyway, drinking it will cure your mana poisoning?”

After a moment of hesitation, the boy nodded.

“maybe.”

“But I’m not sure if it’s okay to drink the potion, so I need the Scroll of Analysis that Master Casrite has.”

“......that’s right.” “Can you accept the scroll as a condition of accepting the baroness’s request?”

“...yes. My opinion is yes.”

The elated expression from earlier had gone, and Ellen was looking somewhat downcast.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, my pale skin was ripe like an apple, and my flickering blue eyes were constantly teasing me.

Their pink lips quivered silently as if they were choosing their words, and their long fingers writhed at each other for no reason.

As I stared at him, Ellen Nie pouted and frowned for no reason.

“...why do you look like that?”

To replace my desire to hug and kiss him right away, I grabbed his cheeks.

“Ah!”

“Ugh ugh yo cute guy!”

“What!”

“Do you notice what I did wrong?”

“Unchi-eun-woo is lucky-” Ellen yelled and shook my hands vigorously, and I grinned and stroked the boy’s head.

“What do you really believe in that makes you so cute?”

“...don’t say hi!”

Leaving behind Ellen, who struggled with her face red, I stood up.

“Sigh quickly.”

“...what?”

“I’ll tell you to get some sleep, and we’ll be leaving for Longville at sunset.” The guy who was fixing my hair looked up at me.

“To get a commission?”

“of course.”

At my nonchalant answer, Ellen narrowed her brows.

“Is that the end? We need to discuss it.”

“What is the discussion? They say they need you.”

After he kept his mouth shut, I added as I opened the door.

“Looking at it earlier, I heard that a military merchant has arrived. I’ll tell the kids to get ready and

I’ll look around to see if there are anything useful, so go to sleep.”

Ellen silently put the blanket over her.

“...Are you sleeping already?”

“...come fast.”

“huh?”

“Come quickly. I won’t sleep until you come.”

“...I get it.”

My lips trembled for no reason, so I left the room after leaving an answer mixed with saliva.