412 410 Count Sidre Baileys (1/2)

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.”