Chapter 543

Episode 543 Saving the Countess (1)

Ray, who was resting for a while in the bedroom, moved to the living room with the guidance of the lady-in-waiting.

It was a count’s house that looked like everything would be shabby, but there was a little exception.

A cool picture and a sword worthy of being called a famous sword hanging on the wall are comparable to those of any other county family.

As he looked around, Count Sylvester greeted him first.

“Thank you, saint, for walking this far from the Kingdom of Celia. I am Count Sylvester.”

At that, Ray looked at the Count.

Count Sylvester was a stout man with red hair neatly tied back.

he said hello

“nice to meet you.”

“It’s embarrassing to even call it a county, so I’m afraid the saint will feel uncomfortable.”

what is uncomfortable

The bed in the private room was quite expensive.

Even though the family must be short on funds, Count Sylvester’s heart for the guest was conveyed intact.

As he shook his head, the count offered a seat.

“I was so cubic that I couldn’t even recommend a seat. Sit comfortably.”

As Ray sat down on the chair, Count Sylvester and Gide, who were watching, also sat down.

A subtle stillness flows for a while.

Count Sylvester and Gide, who exchanged glances with each other, began the conversation with a light sigh.

“It’s no different than inviting the saint to the realm.”

Where should I start talking about it?

Count Sylvester, who seemed to be troubled, continued to speak with a drool.

“There is a book in this family that has existed since ancient times.”

Speaking of books, it must have been the one I had heard on the carriage before.

“It was entrusted to me by the previous king. Count Bonn took charge of it without knowing what was written on it or what the book meant.”

Take a sip of tea to see if your throat is burning.

As it was a problem he had been embracing alone for a long time, it seemed that even talking about it to himself seemed to choke him.

“It’s embarrassing, but as the saint saw, Count Bonn has also entered a dead end. Now... I can’t stand it any longer. As the persecution of the royal family continues, Count Sylvester’s family is ignored by other nobles and even continues to live in poverty due to lack of funds. No matter how much the previous king’s will is, I don’t think it’s time to let go.”

Gidea received the Count’s words.

“However, we are in a situation where we cannot carelessly let go of the will of the previous king. If we leave the books, we may be punished for violating the will.”

That is to say, neither can I.

While listening to the story, Ray was speechless in a more serious situation than he thought.

Like the Count, Ray, who quenched his thirst with a teacup, asked.

“Does the Heron family know what is written on the book?”

“no. The predecessor king said that only the author of the book and himself knew what was written in it. He told me never to let the world know, so I wonder if there must be a reason for that.”

Doesn’t that mean that the count’s family has fallen to this extent with just a piece of paper without even knowing the content?

What on earth is written on it, so the royal family of Heron rushes at it with lights in their eyes?

At this point, Ray himself was also curious.

“Even we have no desire to violate the will of the previous king. Isn’t that why, in order to continue his legacy as much as possible, he is keeping the book behind the count’s family?”

“Mmm.”

“That’s why Silveria, who liked to read books and enjoyed music even when she was young, came to hold a sword in her hand. No matter how much Count Sylvester’s family collapses, if a sword master is born there, the story will be different.”

Well, it’s definitely a story close to a dream, but it’s also true.

The sword master is the highest level to the point of being called the sword of the kingdom.

Sylveria shook Ray to wake him up.

“What the hell is this doing?”

“Um... what’s going on here?”

“I heard you said you were making a caravan!”

“that’s right. I’m thinking of making a grand prize team, not just the top.”

sigh.

My heart melts when I see her smiling because of her appearance that easily surpasses that of an elf.

Shaking her head vigorously, she brushed off any hint of mercy before speaking again.

“Do you think that makes sense? Nothing is left of the family line. We have to start all over again!”

“i know. That’s why you’re looking so hard.”

She pretended to work hard, but to Sylveria, it seemed that she was taking a long nap and waking up late to work in a hurry.

“Are you thinking about something?”

There can be no thoughts.

What kind of secret plan is there in a territory that has no special products?

Ray scratched the back of his head and confessed honestly.

“no.”

At those words, Sylveria’s clothes exploded even more.

she said, pounding her chest with her fist.

“Then I shouldn’t be doing this, I have to do something!”

“Don’t worry. The job of making the top is from now on.”

Why does this crazy guy still look confident when he hasn’t started anything?

Unlike Sylveria, who was very worried, Ray headed for somewhere while walking with a brisk walk.

* * *

The place he arrived at was an ordinary stable in the territory.

He talked to the stable keeper for dozens of minutes.

Then, after lying down in the shade of a tree, he nodded off.

He woke up when the merchant was passing the street corner, chatted happily with the merchant, and went to the blacksmith’s shop saying that his ears were bored.

There was no such thing as play.

‘Still, I’ll do something right for a day.’ Silveria, who was thinking, couldn’t stop feeling more and more disappointed.

He said with a smile that he was so happy.

“There was quite a harvest today.”

harvesting?

What kind of harvest was the harvest!

At most, chatting with the people of the territory and sleeping loosely was all!

I wanted to shout at him in anger, but Silveria kept her mouth shut.

There was no energy left to speak of.

The young man in front of me has no ability.

He shouted loudly that he would make a guild, but because it was a matter that could not be solved by his own abilities, he often skipped over it.

‘It’s not just the top, you’re going to make a grand corps? joy. I’ll be glad if it doesn’t ruin the territory.’

Silveria, who was shaking her head, decided to turn her nerves away from him.

If you worry about it, you’re only hurting yourself.

This person had no intention of making a guild from the beginning.

Silveria sighed and eventually turned her back.