Chapter 354.8

Chapter 354.8

Playboy [Part 8]

“George-samaaa! Teach us the special move you used to beat those men earlier~”

“That was super awesome!!!”

“Right~?”

The slum’s children were full of curiosity about this world’s first four-figure leglock and cross armbar.

“Ah, that earlier were locking techniques called ‘four-figure leglock’ and ‘cross armbar’... hm?”

“Eh? Four? lok?”

“No, it’s called fo... lig luck? Huh? And the other one is coss... baa?”VIssịT n0(v)eL/b(i)(n).com for the best novel reading experience

“George-samaaa? We don’t get what you’re sayinggg.”

The children were confused when hearing the techniques’ names for the first time which were all Greek to them.

“Like I said... it’s ‘four-figure leglock and...’ Ah! Are those words perhaps Japanese... I mean, Imperial Japanese (in this world)?”

The children’s poor listening was similar to how Joshua couldn’t catch the words “hand warmer” and “bellyband” the day the ninjas infiltrated the Stuart mansion.

“Ummm... It’s a technique in ‘pro wrestling’... Ah, you won’t know ‘pro wrestling,’ huh... Oh, sleeping technique? Right, right. It’s called the sleeping technique.”

George found a word in the Kingdom language that supposedly could be understood and told the children.

Harold sought an explanation from George while loosening his knitted eyebrows. He only got a bad premonition from those two.

“Yeah, yeah. Big brothers, if this was the slum from before, you would be swindled if you walked around in that kind of clothes, you knoww?”

“It’s dangerous, okaayy?”

All the children advised Arthur and the prince that they shouldn’t have dressed like that.

“Hm? Yeah, they’re His Highness Edward the Second Prince and Arthur-sama of Bell Ducal House. I just happened to run into them in the Commoner District...”

George clumsily made up a lie when asked about those two in the Commoner District, but here, he introduced them straightforwardly.

“Hey! George-kun?!”

‘Revealing their identities right in the middle of the slums like this is a little...’ Arthur panicked. It would be troubling if weird rumors started to pop up.

“Oh, it’s fine, y’know. Our fief people are tight-lipped. Right, Mr. Harold?”

The Slum Kidz had been taught well how to judge what should and shouldn’t be said before they were given job recommendations.

The location of the paint’s raw material and its processing method, the huge cats and insects’ existence, or the overnight stay of a Count’s daughter in the slums... It could be said many things simply needed to be hushed up.

The children fully understood that the situation of a prince and a Duke’s son visiting the slums secretly shouldn’t be spread around.

This was the fruit of the daily education they received from Harold.

However, Harold, who was named by George to support his statement, greatly lost his composure before the prince and Arthur.