412 410 Count Sidre Baileys

We decided to ride Colbert's words about wanting him to meet his employer. Because the information you know tells you, and you're interested in the person.

Ask Colberto a question about that employer on the road.

"Who's the employer?

"My employer's name is Count Baileys. One of the four knights who guards the King's capital, the leader of the Knights of the West Gate."

I only heard the name, but you're bigger than I ever imagined. Besides, I didn't know that my employer and I were related to Count Baileys, but in person. Corberto said that he was a rare and trustworthy figure in the nobility.

Listening to the conversation between the two, it is Bermelia who snorts in dissatisfaction.

"Hmm."

I hear Bermelia hasn't believed all about Fran yet. Walking forward, he sometimes turns his insured caged gaze to this way. Still, he wasn't willing to contest Colbert's decision, and he never complained.

I don't know Frederick walking next to it. He is quietly serving next to Bermelia on the poker face.

A dozen minutes to walk straight through the aristocratic city.

Oh, I'm not just walking because of it. Exactly everyone is on a covert skill, erasing signs with Frederick's dark magic.

That's how you make your way through the aristocratic neighborhood, and you get to the mansion in earnest. It feels like a typical junior nobleman's mansion with no gatekeepers.

"Here?"

"Yes, this way."

Bermelia enters the mansion through the back gate, without using the front gate. I guess that means just in case.

There was just a soldier inside the mansion, but when I saw Bermelia, I quietly bowed my head. This soldier, he's pretty strong. I may be sorry for the serious soldier in comparison, but Viscount Alsando was vice-president, stronger than the Knights of the Corruptly Alessa Knights. Can't you be a knight because you're a civilian?

If I thought so, the next soldiers I met were to the same extent strong. I accidentally appraised them, but everyone can use martial arts and martial arts, and their status is medium high.

Apparently this was the average soldier here. It would be a few steps stronger than the patrol soldiers we met in the Wang Dynasty.

Fran seems to have noticed that, too, and you're looking at the soldiers sideways.

"What's up, Miss Fran?

"Soldiers strong"

"Well, this place is a little special. We have all the militants."

If the Lord is also the Commander of the Knights, it may mean that he is even trained to be a soldier at the end.

Bermelia keeps going up the stairs and lets the Frans through to one room. Looks like it's an intercourse. It wasn't flashy, but it was a calm interior.

"Wait here."

"Mmm."

At the same time, a servant woman brings me tea. Bermelia is still wary of this one, but she'll treat me as a customer for once.

"That said, is there surveillance?"

(One in the attic. 1 person in the next room)

'Don't do anything bad, okay? It's a noble mansion. "

(n)

Sometimes we didn't notice Frederick, and we're exploring the surrounding signs with great care. Skills, magic, and the nose of a wolf are all mobilized. If I hadn't been able to discover this, I'd think that would already be the strength of the Rank S class.

"Zuz."

With a sofa with such peepholes in the reception room, I kill my time by drinking tea while paying attention to the surveillance opponent. You just made me refrain from serving large quantities of food from dimensional storage in noble mansions, didn't you?

'Cause all of a sudden you're trying to get the curry out. In the meantime, the only thing I would eat on this occasion was fried skewers.

Huh? You want me to stop eating myself? Hahahahaha. it is impossible to decide.

After waiting for about 10 minutes like that, Bermelia and the others came back in the reception room with a slightly delicious smell of fried skewers, accompanied by a man about 50 years old. It just didn't look very old, though.

I'm wearing loosely tailored robe-style clothing, but I haven't hidden any of the forged flesh underneath it. The bodybuilder is also in the body of a bright blue mukimuki, an apparently high-ranking warrior. The bell, lowered to the waist, emits a strong magic. If the clothes you're wearing don't look aristocratic, you'll only look like a high-ranking adventurer.

"... you seem to be forgiving me more than anything"

A man talks to me with a bass baritone voice. Mecha, that's a good voice. If we had met on Earth, I would have definitely recommended being a voice actor.

"Hmm? Who?

"You! This one..."

"Good. We should be respectful of the strong. Especially not in public places like this."

Vermelia exasperates at Fran's words, but controls it with a man's eagle attitude.

"I am Count Sidre Baileys. Now employer of Colberto, these two lords."

Was this man the Earl of Baileys after all? You seem to be powerful enough to be entrusted with the Knights of the King's Capital. You're a casual persona, smiling and asking Fran to shake his hand.

But don't you introduce Bermelia to my daughter? I guess there's a reason.

"Fran the Adventurer"

"I know. I wanted to talk to you for once. With that black thunder princess."

"You know me?

"Oh. Whatever, I was watching the martial arts tournament too. Of course, neither the battle you won over this Corberto, nor the battle that broke that dragon-hunting Fermus. Heh heh. That was great. I'm not worthy of my age, I'm excited."

Were you watching the militant tournament? Then it's natural that you know Fran. Its eyes shine like a boy listening to Adventure Tan.

"I couldn't exchange words then, but I'll never forget you. Besides, it's a favorite of His Majesty the Beast."

"Do you know the Beast King?

"Mm-hmm. We fought side by side with him. At that time His Majesty the Beast King was still a Rank B Adventurer, but he was one of my men."

"Was the Beast King in this country?

"I used to go around the world as an adventurer back then. And during my stay in our country, there was a skirmish with the Reids kingdom, and I took part in that battle as a mercenary to earn travel money."

Will you join the war to earn travel money? That's the Beast King. Well, it seems normal for adventurers to join the war if it's a beast country, or maybe it's an awareness of the extent to which well-earned requests are extended.

"At the time the Beast Nation was in a predicament because of the maritime blockade of the Kingdom of Reids, so I guess it also meant a return of interest to it. In other words, I was a mercenary unit wrapper, and he was assigned to my immediate unit."

Earl of Baileys laughs when he says he was immediately pulled out of position. At that time, the Beast King hid what a royalty he was, so he only thought of himself as a busy and promising young adventurer.

But oddly enough, the horse fits, and the Beast King and the Count still have a relationship, he said. No, you might call it a position or a friendship beyond your age. Anyway, when the Beast King comes to the King's capital of the Kingdom of Kranzel, he always stays at the Count Baileys' residence.

And the king of beasts who came to the king's capital after the martial arts tournament naturally stayed at the Count of Baileys' house and asked him to take care of it when Fran came to the king's capital.

"At the request of His Majesty the Beast King. You can't just not ask. I didn't think we'd meet like this..."

It was all true. Rather, there is no lie whatsoever. Even though you are noble, have you forgotten the word abdominal arts somewhere? Or do you trust me too much with this one? Anyway, this Count seemed to think of himself as an ally.

"Say hello."

"Uhm! Nice to meet you!