Chapter 90 – Chapter 7 – The Red Tarantula
There is no commoner anywhere in the world who can go against the will of a nobleman.
Rich or strong, talented or young, it doesn’t matter.
Commoners are just commoners, and nobles are in a place that such commoners can never reach.
So Learman naturally cried and thought he would hear the answer.
However, what he heard in his ears was a word he could not have imagined.
“I’m shaking the damn plague.”
Learman wondered if he had heard anything wrong.
Damn? Pestilence? No matter how much I thought about it, it was not something that this woman, a commoner, would say to herself, an aristocrat.
If you don’t want to die from a torn mouth, this is absolutely not something you can do.
‘No, wait.’
Come to think of it, that voice was a man’s, not a woman’s?
While searching for the source of the sound, Learman made eye contact with a man.
A man was sitting at a table not far from his own.
The reason I was immediately convinced that the man was talking nonsense.
Unlike the others who were afraid to make eye contact with you, the man was making direct eye contact with her.
“Heh, heh heh.”
No wonder, all I could do was laugh.
After the Continental War, many commoners show a different appearance than before.
During the war, there were numerous aristocrats who fled with only their property and family.
There were also those who attacked the refugees and robbed them of food and necessities.
When the demon army pursued them, they used the refugees as a fence and fled to the safest place.
Of course, there were those who showed aristocratic appearance as nobles, but originally, the world is a good place to spread bad things rather than good things.
On the contrary, the common people wanted to protect their land, their village, and their hometown from which they could not escape anyway.
Those who died fighting could not be counted, and in the midst of that, there were many people who made majors.
In that way, the social status of commoners suddenly jumped.
Didn’t commoners take the position of commander of the corps, which only nobles could fill?
“Did you just talk?”
Learman hated such commoners.
At least, the ones boasting that they wielded some weapons in the war and took down a few enemy soldiers.
Dogs and pigs who don’t know how to use it no matter how hard they set it up.
Stupid trash who can’t admit they’re ugly and do useless things.
He could say that it was his dream to step on those guys.
“You didn’t talk, did you just talk to yourself?”
He is a man who respects him right away to see if there is another stabbing after he has said it.
Learman glanced at him once with a look of murderous intent.
First of all, the first thing you see is a pretty far-fetched outfit.
And it was the posture and gaze that gave off a very refined feeling.
Looking at that figure, Learman immediately recognized that his opponent was none other than a survivor of the Continental War.
He’s been seen a few times.
Commoners who looked down on the nobility, most of them were those who made a contribution in the Continental War.
You nobles, who fled as soon as the demons attacked, are trash that will never exist again in the world.
We who fought against them and defended our family, village, and land until the end are true heroes and nobles.
It’s the kind of people who can see that’s exactly what they think.
‘You need to know the subject. Garbage.’
Nobility is not something acquired.
Pure, clean and noble blood of nobles from birth.
That alone divides nobles and commoners.
No matter how hard you try, a beast can never become a man.
Learman thought so and he moved a little closer.
“Did you talk to yourself?”
“Yes, but.”
“Looks like you are a commoner too. What is it, you bastard?”
“I am a guest at the same inn as the noble.”
“Huh. Am I the same as you With you?”
Learman, who had summoned magic, grabbed the man by the neck in the blink of an eye.
Thanks to this, his appearance was revealed a little more clearly, but judging from the fact that he was wearing monocles and his neatly laid hair in front of him, he did not seem to be the kind of guy who can only be seen as a man.
“Looks like a guy who touches money somewhere. Commoners, but those who take aristocrats lightly are the proud survivors of the Continental War. Otherwise, they’re money players. It could be both.”
“Let go.”
“It doesn’t matter what happened. How dare you, as a commoner, disrespect an aristocrat? I’m sure you know exactly what you’ve done.”
Rumble!-
As soon as Learman finished speaking, the inn door was opened roughly.
Shortly thereafter, city guards suddenly storm inside.
“What, what!”
Following the actions of the nobles, this time to the appearance of the city guards.
The guests, who had been flustered for a while, looked at them with a little bit of anticipation in their eyes.
Although they are insignificant city guards, their main purpose is to maintain public order.
Because of this, there was a degree of authority to send nobles who made excessive noise from there.
Please take them out after pouring cold water into the cozy inn.
Someone sensed the commotion in the inn and summoned them.
The people inside hoped so earnestly.
“A bit late, sorry. Prince Pio.”
But contrary to their expectations.
Rather, the city guards were approaching behind the nobleman who was standing there.
‘I knew it would be like this. Stupid pigs and pigs.’
Pio looked at the man in Learman’s hands and laughed at the commoners.
What common people are the soldiers likely to side with? No, it’s a thousand words.
They, too, end up sticking to and begging those who benefit them.
Before coming here right away, he secretly stabbed me in the back and asked me to come right in if I sensed a commotion in the inn and arrest the guy who dared to match a nobleman.
After the Continental War, commoners who were intoxicated with their achievements sometimes attacked nobles.
I noticed them only after the war, but now that time has passed, the situation has reversed again.
As soon as they were found, the nobles completely buried them.
So that he would never be labeled as a commoner and challenged the aristocrats again.
Of course, the damage would be great if the nobles were to destroy the commoners with their own power.
So they took care of things that they were using other things like now.
For a commoner to oppose a noble is to break the laws of the kingdom.
So, by using the soldiers, I was able to finish the job legally, very comfortably, and without any loss.
“There it is. The one who dared to speak absurdly to aristocrats on the subject of a commoner.”
“… Really? Did everyone hear that?”
One of them, who seems to be the leader, asks the guests.
Anyway, if the aristocrats push for it, they’ll say ‘yes, I understand’ and arrest them.
Still, the names were soldiers in charge of public order in the city, but they had to find out if it was true or not.
Knowing that, neither Learman nor Pio said anything.
Instead, he glanced around the inn with sharp eyes.
Haven’t you all seen it too? That these employees looked down on them.
That’s why they only threatened to some extent as a warning.
While he was even apologizing with money for causing a commotion, some crazy guy made a foolish mistake.
You guys were threatening me if you didn’t see with your own two eyes and hear with your own two ears.
“Yes, yes. I saw it. The nobles just wanted to warn and move on.”
“Me too, me too. Then all of a sudden, that man said something he shouldn’t have dared to say…”
Keuheop, fuhup-.
Learman and Pio had a hard time holding back their bursts of laughter.
It was also the reaction of commoners, dogs and pigs, and inevitably inferior servants.
If you threaten them a little, treat them well in the meantime, give them money or something to eat, they will quickly betray each other.
That is the true nature of commoners, the limits of those with dirty and low blood.
“Hey, did you really say that?”
The leader of the soldiers’ side asking for the last check.
The man tilted his head for a moment, then opened his mouth.
“I was talking to myself, but what if I heard it? You can do whatever you want.”
He said and held out his hand.
At that, the leader of the soldiers put on an absurd expression and muttered to himself.
‘… Is this man really crazy?’
Originally, most of them said absolutely no, or misunderstood.
Most of the time, he or he was on his knees begging and asking for forgiveness.
No matter how much he was a survivor of the Continental War, even if he touched money.
Commoners are commoners and nobles are nobles. No one can cross it
That is the law of the kingdom. Unless it’s a king’s name.
No, in the current situation, even the king’s order would not be able to stop the nobles.
“Arrest him.”
Above all, the newly appointed head of the guard was a young aristocrat.
Even though it’s a collateral of collateral, it’s ambiguous to call it a noble.
He was a young man, not of commoner blood like himself, but of an aristocratic family.
Both the two young men in front of me and my boss.
Even though he was only in his twenties, he was already fed up with the taste of power.
He sighed and glanced at the man who obediently obeyed the arrest order.
‘… But somehow I think I’ve seen it somewhere.’
The monocle worn over the eyes and the hair neatly pulled back.
In focusing on that part, he was missing the important part.
Of course, no one else was curious about the identity of this man either.
I just thought it was a pitiful disease that plagued many, many nobles.
“Thank you for your hard work, proud commoner man.”
It was Learman and Pio, who were seeing the man off while giggling.
The guards sighed and took him to headquarters.
It was not another crime, but insulting the nobles, so the crime was quite serious.
No matter how sick he is, he is nothing more than a commoner in front of aristocrats.
I just wanted to let go of this.
But if those two nobles come later and ask my superiors if they were punished well.
In the end, all the facts would be revealed and not one or two would be blown away.
‘I’m sorry.’
Thinking so, the man entered the headquarters of the guards.
And I took him to my superior, to a young young man who was still blue.
“What is this man?”
A man who was enjoying his tea elegantly while looking at a book speaks over a chair.
His job is chief of guards, but his job is to be the son of an aristocrat on a picnic.
Not a direct descendant, but a collateral, and therefore unable to wield the power of the family.
Because he inherited the noble noble blood, that blue-eyed young man became his superior.
Sighing again, the man parted his lips.
“He is the one who was rude to a son of a noble a while ago.”
“What?”
A young man who was rude to a nobleman, and reacted quite harshly to that remark.
Eggma, who was newly inaugurated as the chief of the guard this time, smiled as if he was amazed.
I’ve seen a lot of these guys. Commoner subjects boasting about having fought in the Continental War.
He seems to have become arrogant to be treated like a hero, but the war has already ended several years ago.
The glory of the past is only fading, and the undead war hero is a nightmare of the past.
Defective items that can be thrown away because their usefulness has declined, and will never be used again.
Eggma thought so.
“You will be whipped 50 times.”
“… Yes?”
At those words, the leader who brought the man here is surprised and asks back.
Anyone who commits disrespect to a noble deserves a severe punishment.
Depending on the severity, it may result in death, but in most cases, it ends in appropriate punishment if the body is not threatened.
However, whipping 50 times is no different from saying that I will kill you, so how can I not be surprised?
“The Count of Fremont will arrive in a little while. I can’t afford to worry about any of these things.”
“Oh, no. Still, isn’t this a little overkill? .”
“The nobleman felt disrespected, and if there were any witnesses who saw it, he could have died on the spot. I’m not sure what the problem is. Is he not confident enough to fulfill it?”
“No, no. We will punish you right away.”
Maybe it’s because he’s half-nobility, so he’s more vicious and more damning.
The leader who had brought the man sighed and dragged him away again.
Shortly thereafter, a man entered with several attendants.
“Welcome, Count Fremont.”
“Are you the newly appointed chief of the guard here? Alas, you don’t have to treat me so wildly. I just came to see my sons and daughters who are living at the academy.”
James Fremont, one of the few earls in the kingdom.
One of the powerful people in the kingdom who enrolled their sons and daughters in the Continental Academy.
At the news that he had come to this city, Eggma was very nervous and was secretly expecting it.
He humped as he wondered if it would be a rope he could hold on to.
“By the way, who was the man who was dragged away a moment ago?”
“Nothing to worry about. He was about to punish a commoner for daring to disrespect a nobleman. Let’s go and have a cup of tea.”
Earl Fremont, who was about to move on at Eggma’s words, suddenly became curious.
What kind of madman dared to speak rudely to a nobleman?
