Chapter 535

My Villains Episode 535

68. Traveling to the Royal Road (8)

I was honestly embarrassed when I saw the three heads that Fritz had removed. I thought this madman had ripped off the heads of nobles or wealthy people who spoke for the Gelans of Proshafen.

But fortunately – and surprisingly – Fritz

wasn’t that stupid.

According to the report, two of the heads that rolled at my feet were the heads of gangsters in the port district and plaza, respectively, and the other was something like a broker who brokered backdoor deals between the city guard and the gangsters.

“I thought he knew a lot, so I tried to serve him nicely, but why didn’t he fearlessly pull out his sword? There were a lot of other people worth checking out, so I just dealt with it.”

As he said, a group of people were following Fritz, who appeared like a victorious general. They were the retainers and merchants who had lived in Proshafen for generations, and were about twice the size of the Gellan gang. Except for the blue bruised eyelids and bloody lips, he was quite normal. It’s very unfortunate to see her goofing around, but isn’t it better than having her head ripped off?

“...You said you finished your work already?”

“What are you looking at?”

“It would take longer than this to go around the city.”

“I got some help.”

“help? What help?”

“The 6th floor family.”

It is an ambiguous expression, as if conscious of the nude elders. It’s probably about ‘The Fiancée’s Mansion’.

Occupying the sixth floor of the fiancée’s mansion was Ellen’s alchemy laboratory, herbal drying room, and bundle room. So, the members of the 6th floor mentioned by Fritz meant the subordinates of the group, that is, the ‘masked shadows’.

Of course, Proshafen also belongs to their range of activities. Eisbowald is the base camp of the shadows that follow the bundle, and Proshafen is the closest big city to Eisbowald.

Come to think of it, it seems that the winter before last year, when the masked shadows expanded their information network with funding from Heila, they received a report that they also tried their hand at this side.

“Good job.”

Searching for memories, I went up to the podium and sat in the seat of honor. And beckoned to the Gellan nobility and wealthy people.

“Everybody come closer. Let’s talk a little bit.”

They all looked terrified.

The guys they looked after had their heads ripped off, and in the middle of the synagogue where they were dragged in, there is a puddle of blood mixed with flesh. It wouldn’t be strange if his chin clenched like a condemned prisoner dragged to the guillotine.

What comforted the Gellan influential people was the fact that the nudein elders gathered in the synagogue were no different from them. Could it be because of being weighed down by outright threats and insults? The nudein elders seemed to be glad that they had escaped my attention.

“May the Lord, who shines in himself, bless you. Meet the Prince of Defelken.”

It was a man who appeared to be about 30 years old who stepped out alone among the frightened crowd. On the outside, he had a calm impression, but somehow he could feel the life in his eyes, so he was a reluctant person.

“Who are you?”

“It’s ‘Imon’. Huck’s Iron.”

“...Is that all? You don’t even have to introduce what you’re doing.”

When I laughed out of embarrassment, the man named Iamon quietly twitched his jaw muscles.

“...He’s leading a small mercenary force.”

“Don’t raise your voice in front of Nari. Be polite.”

“Geuheuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

“okay?”

The reckless Gellan mercenary captain glared fiercely while spitting mixed with gastric juice, and the reckless Gellan knight laughed and threw him away. Imon groaned as he rolled around the puddle of blood left by the elder Nudane, whose name he did not know. The spectacle of his vomit mixed with the broken entrails was so disgusting that the crowd gathered in the hall turned their heads away gagging.

“You’re a warning too, you fucking nude bastard.”

When the blood-soaked gauntlet was suddenly directed at him, Bajos narrowed his brows slightly.

“...what are you saying all of a sudden sir?”

“Don’t be fooled. Do you think the lord gathered you guys here to tease each other and have a fight?”

At Fritz’s bluff, the young elder closed his mouth. And it was a sneak peek at my eyes.

“What...

As soon as the eyes of the chief gathered in this direction following Bajos, I quietly parted my lips.

“I fully understand why you guys support each other and stir-fry. I can roughly guess what has happened in the past. I have a stake in why this place has become like this in the first place, so I have nothing to say.” The Gellan influential people carefully helped Aiman to raise him up. It seems that the influence of the family still remains, seeing as the aristocrats who behave in their own ways serve as if they were their masters.

Imon, who staggered to his feet, wiped the corners of his mouth while still looking at me. It’s about listening to what you’re saying.

“But it can’t go on like this.”

The Nudein elders, including Barhos, also had their ears perked up. They seem to know very well that what I say will decide their fate.

“It wouldn’t be too much of a hassle if Angst split in two while you guys were fighting each other.”

Honestly, I wonder if I will be able to handle it if my battle breaks out while I am away.

Well, the civil war itself, Heila alone can handle it well. But what if the lords around you start babbling?

If I, who is said to be the most warlike lord in the Kalnal Bay area, does not show up, the fact that I am absent will soon be discovered, and then things in the capital may be in trouble. It’s something that should never happen.

“I am not asking you to earn money and give it away, and I am not asking you to send troops when needed. just keep it Do not tear.”

“Hunafi, we are still doing well enough. When those rude guys over there

protested something, the old elder pointing at the wealthy people of the Gellan tribe, I was deliberately annoyed.

“Public security is a mess, and there are bastards who talk about the uprising of the Gellan tribe or just anger, and they are walking around the city, but what are they doing well? Are you talking about the rumors that the Gellan tribes are armed around the village landowners?”

When the old elder calmly shut up, I continued to speak with a sigh as I alternately looked at Gellan and Nudane’s powerful men.

“First of all, get rid of the Nouveau Community and whatnot. How many Gellans live in this region, but what are they doing when only nudes gossip with each other?”

“Discuss until tomorrow evening and report back. How to keep the territory of Atalanta from being torn in two. How to prevent a civil war, what are our dissatisfaction with each other, and how to solve it.”

To the two groups lost in thought, I ended my words with a chilling warning.

“If you don’t like the report, you’ll inherit the land from Atalanta. As a spouse. Do you see what I mean?”

The people gathered in the hall made indescribable expressions. Seeing his hair standing on end, I was able to notice that rumors about the red knight had spread enough here as well.

After leaving Fritz and his subordinates at the lord’s castle to supervise the two groups, he headed to his inn. When I entered the inn located in an area lined with luxurious mansions, unexpected guests were waiting for me.

They were Bran, the knight of Antrum, and Ogshlizo, the master of breath.