Chapter 175 – Who the Hell Are You?
Ron considered himself a lucky man.
Born as a commoner in Werner Castle, he was born one head taller than his others.
He did all sorts of things in the neighborhood with a few gangsters following him.
When he had no money, he emptied the pockets of a loaf of bread, when he was hungry, he stole fruit from the market, and when he was in need of a woman, he raped only the daughters of poor families.
Around the time he thought life was worth living, he said he was better off.
Unexpected luck came to him.
He was, as usual, calling the little sister of the bastard he met every day, undressing him and hugging him.
He slapped the crying and grimacing bitch on the cheek to calm her down, then diligently widened her cunt, when his friend rushed in and said,
“Theory!”
“What, I told you not to come in while they’re making rice cakes.”
“That’s not it! Come out soon The nobles are looking for you.”
“… What?”
Even Ron, who is said to be synonymous with innocence, knew that there was an existence on this floor that he should never touch.
In particular, this place is where Count Werner resides, and his family is there, so Ron tried to never go against their wishes even while doing all sorts of evil things.
But the aristocrat came to find him first.
How could this be?
Was he among the people he touched who were related to the aristocracy?
With so much karma, I don’t know where the mistake was made.
Ron roughly raised his trousers, swallowed dry saliva, and came out.
As soon as he came out, he looked at the man in the colorful uniform and fell flat on his face without looking back.
“My name is Ron. My Road.”
Although he was a commoner, he was ignorant, so he picked up any etiquette he had heard before.
Then there was the sound of laughter above his head.
“Kuh, you’re talking about something big. Just call me better.”
A clear male voice.
Ron couldn’t overcome his curiosity for a moment, and he involuntarily lifted his head slightly to see a special guest who had come to visit him.
Burning red hair.
Eyes that look like they’re about to drip blood.
He was tall, but skinny, and his skin was so white that he could see through it.
He was a look that would never come out for commoners or serfs who had to work in the sunlight every day.
“I heard you are Ron.”
“Oh, that’s right! Get well!”
Ron trembled as he didn’t know why the man was looking for him.
Did you know how Ron felt?
His manly tone softened a little.
“I’m not here to punish you, so there’s no need to be so firm.”
“Then why me… “
“I have work to do.”
What did the aristocrat make him do?
I don’t know what it was, but it was clear that he could never refuse.
“Before that, there is one thing to check. The vigilante leader says you’re like the captain of this back alley. Am I right?”
“Yes! Yes It is.”
It was while Ron was watching the red-haired aristocrat with a worried look as he stood still after saying that.
Suddenly, the door burst open from the back, and a crying girl came out, barely covering the important parts with torn mats.
“I am better! Help me!”
Oops.
There was a girl who couldn’t clean up yet.
I heard that even in the territory, rape is dealt with with severe punishment.
It was the moment when Ron’s face became as pale as that of the nobleman who had visited him.
The red-haired nobleman stared blankly at the naked woman who was prostrated in front of him and shed tears.
A young woman who had little experience with men or who was obviously her first, her plump breasts and pussy were exposed, and her fleshy thighs were covered with dried semen marks from Ron’s earlier. There was.
“Who is this woman?”
“That, that… “
“That thug named Ron took me by force and took my virginity. I tried to resist somehow, but that nasty bastard… Black black… “
There would be no man who would not feel sympathy for her desperately weeping virgin.
Ron had a hunch that everything was over.
The noble looked alternately at Ron and at the weeping girl, then asked a question.
“Ron, how did you get her to bed? I want you to be honest.”
The meaning of being honest also implies that if you lie, you will die.
Ron told the truth that it was already over.
The red-eyed nobleman calmly listened to Ron’s story and sorted it out.
“In short, he searched for poor girls and raped them whenever necessary?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to do that either, but he’s a bad-born guy… Sorry!!”
Thump thump
Ron begged for forgiveness as he pounded his forehead into the ground.
A nobleman’s soft voice was heard above Ron’s head.
“Okay, passed.”
“… Yes?”
“Passed.”
Afterwards, Ron received a bizarre mission from a red-haired nobleman.
“Gather the girls you think are easy to deal with and send them to the place I designated every night when the full moon rises. It doesn’t matter if you commit a crime in the middle, but don’t touch at least 2 people with smooth faces and be sure to separate them.”
There was no veto anyway, and Ron desperately carried out his mission from that day on.
He knew instinctively that if he failed to do his job even once, he could be wasted.
A year to work like a slave.
In the meantime, many things have happened in the Werner estate.
First of all, the existing Count passed away due to deteriorating health, and the remaining two brothers entered a full-scale struggle for the position of Count.
It was about that time that the red-haired man who couldn’t even see his nose came to see Ron again.
And no matter how short Ron’s bag strap was, he knew who the man was now.
“Long time no see.”
“Eh, My Lord… “
James Werner, the eldest son of the late Count Werner.
He was currently the first in the line of succession to the earldom.
Second, since Master Roy had left his hometown, most of the residents, including Ron, were in an atmosphere of thinking of Master James as the new Count.
“It has been a lot of hard work. Now I’m going to expand the business in earnest, so I don’t think you’ll be needed.”
Ron’s body trembled like an aspen tree when he said he didn’t need it.
It sounded like he was going to kill him and shut his mouth.
“Oh no! I will work harder! Just trust me and leave it to me!”
“No, I’m not trying to do anything to you. Still, I’m not the type to go after a guy who worked hard.”
Later, Ron heard unbelievable words from the lord.
“Since you have worked so hard, I will give you the position of a trainee. I plan to allocate the manor separately.”
“Are you sure?”
I was bewildered.
He started out as a commoner, but after helping out a bit, he became a cadet who led a manor.
This meant that he could be ahead of those who were only shell nobles without lands.
“Of course, it’s not a very nice manor.”
“Go, thank you! I will take good care of the estate of the Count who bestowed me to turn my bones into powder!”
On that day, he immediately packed his things and left for a place called Kras Manor with some of his subordinates who had followed him from long ago.
And when he arrived, Ron realized why Earl James was a bad manor.
“… What about the woman? Are there any?”
“I’m sorry.”
Ron, who was planning to activate the first night and eat all the young women in the territory, did as he did and decapitated the old village chief who didn’t even have a pepper.
Afterwards, Billy appointed the eunuch’s son as the new village chief and listened to everything.
“That… Damon, the former lord, dragged all the women of our village into the Witch’s Forest and disappeared.”
When he said that, Billy looked like he was vomiting blood, but it was none of Ron’s business.
An empty village with no women and only about 30 men in the village.
Rather, it was Ron who wanted to return to his true nature.
“You guys, if you don’t want to die, go out to the fields as soon as you open your eyes from today.”
I’m thinking of making the main money by making farming as much as possible.
He was planning to leave after picking as much mulberry as possible from the manor, but one day he received a letter.
That is, a nobleman without a fief from the Lycton manor in the next town proposed to marry his daughter.
Oh my god!
That I could marry an aristocratic woman!
Not serfs who were tired of farming, not commoner women who only knew money, but upper-class ladies who were eager to take care of themselves every day.
Only then did Ron, realizing that such a poor manor was worthy of attention for certain nobles, decided to settle down here.
Using the wedding as an excuse, she attended several social parties held at Lycton Manor.
Ron’s heart felt like it was about to explode the first time he went to a banquet hall for nobles.
He also saw his wife-to-be, but to be honest, she wasn’t pretty.
But that’s not the problem.
If a pretty girl is hungry, she’ll buy it separately and eat it later.
It was more important for her, who was a half-penny aristocrat because of that woman, to shed the dirt of being a dirty commoner and become a true nobleman.
“Mmm.”
Ron woke up in the morning and saw an empty bed today and clicked his tongue.
He hadn’t slept without a woman in bed since he became an adult.
He couldn’t eat a woman here, so it seems like what will happen to his head.
I have to get married quickly and eat even that aristocratic woman somehow.
When he imagined a noble woman lying under him, Ron, unable to control her sexual desire in conjunction with her erection in the morning, naturally put her hand there and began to masturbate.
The moment when a sharp pleasure was about to spread through my head, I suddenly heard an urgent voice outside the door.
“My Road! My Road! It’s a big deal!”
Damn you bastard Billy.
If it wasn’t for the lack of labor force, I would have killed that guy a long time ago.
Asked Ron gruffly as he opened the door grunting with his pants up.
“Why, what happened?”
“That, that… I think you should come out and see for yourself!”
Ron hates these kinds of general reports the most.
If he had acted like Billy in front of him when he was performing the duties of Sir James, he might have become a water ghost in the Temp River, let alone the lord of the manor.
“If you go out and nothing happens, Billy, you should be prepared.”
Ron, who spoke harshly and strode her forward and opened her door, was momentarily speechless at the strange sight unfolding before her eyes.
“Uh… “
Ron muttered stupidly to himself.
In front of his eyes… There were sturdy orcs who looked well over 3m tall and trolls who looked one head taller than that.
And that’s not all.
Goblins with long bamboo tubes in their mouths.
Warriors in dark hoods holding sharp curved swords.
I’ve heard a lot about them, but they have hair and animal ears that I’ve never seen before.
Beautiful women wearing luxurious robes and carrying magic staffs.
Finally, a blonde woman in a maid’s outfit with a large bow and a silver-haired female knight wearing full plate mail.
There was a man who was the only one standing at the front with a force that seemed to have suddenly fallen from the sky.
A black-haired, black-eyed man with broad shoulders and a height far above the continental average.
Riding a white wolf bigger than an ox, he grinned wildly at Ron.
“Who the hell are you?”
