Chapter 317 – Gangs of Rome (6)
It’s a thing of the past.
The first aristocrat I saw in another world was a young noblewoman. As her slave, I met her in the middle of her cold-weather training days, shuffling around in her cage.
No, actually, it’s kind of like saying we met.
She seemed to be looking for a male slave to work as an attendant in the slave market, so Kang Buk-ho, who was still an anchovy at the time, was not even on the list that the slave trader had picked up from the start.
Still, it was definitely her that made me realize that this fantasy world was a medieval land of aristocracy.
In fact, until then, I was completely distracted by the package tour of grassland-prison-court-slave market, so I didn’t even pay attention to the class system.
Anyway, around that time, a young lady with a lot of money who was walking around the slave market with a lot of attendants left a deep impression on me.
And, of course, the jeweled ring that sparkled proudly on the ring finger of her left hand.
“I have no intention of harming you. Please sit comfortably.〉
Unlike then, Primor, a young noblewoman, said as if she was covering the ring finger of her left hand.
I couldn’t answer There were a lot of surprises from earlier, so I couldn’t afford to return the words she had spoken, and it was also because I was still keeping my eyes on Odin.
In addition to Primor, he scanned the other slaves with Odin’s eyes.
Confirming the scene in the room, I let out a quiet voice, but I couldn’t stand still. Covering his surprise with a mask, he shut Odin’s eyes.
Even when I said it, I felt a bit gibberish. Fortunately, there is no major change in the atmosphere in the room, as if he was not suspected even if he gave off a sense of embarrassment.
Lari Lura, who had been wriggling behind me, just slapped her on the side as if to come to her senses.
‘No fuck. I didn’t stare at her because she was pretty.’
Dobby is a good house elf who is not dominated by lust. I cleared my throat and sat down.
Of course, the hostility between me and Lalilura remained the same. Did you call to fight? Shall we open together?
The man she winked at was the most talented of her escorts. He is dressed up like a paladin, but his helmet is off. He bowed at me expressionlessly.
〈… Well.〉
I also responded with nods. I thought that if I opened my mouth, something strange would come out.
So he turned his head to Primor.
〈The situation has changed so quickly, is there any reason to point it out? Did something happen in the warehouse after I left?”
It was a sarcasm that suddenly jumped in. But it wasn’t particularly surprising that there was a madman caressing the handle of his sword as if his fucking hell scepter had been bloodthirsty from earlier.
‘I’m sorry, madam. But is there anyone more suspicious than these guys? A nobleman who knows we are here, who else does he say besides the old tiger who lives upstairs?”
There are people like that sometimes.
A person who must say what he has to say even if his boss gives him a pick.
Usually, it gets better when you get caught up in your school days or social life—sometimes with physical violence.
Occasionally, however, people who are confident in their own strength may not receive this social education because they broke through the storms of society with a punch.
To put it badly, it is said that he is rude because he is a bully.
The knight who had a fight with me felt the same way.
In the first place, he was busy glancing at me, as if he didn’t even regard Primor as his boss. Glimmering eyes scanned me up and down. You dude you’re in the 21st century. This is gaze rape. Do you know
‘If you had any resentment, you wouldn’t have come here. If that’s not the case, bring your subordinates.〉
‘Maybe I’ve been tricked into thinking that way. Isn’t it?〉
‘It’s a fault for the sake of fault. With so many doubts, how did the lord choose to believe? Do Romanian knights serve while doubting their loyalty?〉
Oh shit, I made a mistake. That’s a bit too much to say
If it was just a verbal argument, it could have been passed through verbal tai chi, but every time I speak, will I kill Primor? I couldn’t even hear a good sound from my mouth.
─Rumble!!
The knight, wondering if it was Hans or Dolsoe, put his hand on the sword while knocking the chair down. Instead of screaming and screaming like Jammin did, there was an energy in his eyes that wanted you to die and live.
Oh, that bastard’s snout. After coming to Romania, the number of slips has increased.
I didn’t get up because it would be 100% life-and-death if I woke up.
Still, I was designing how to counterattack if I was hit first, but it was Primor who blew away the immediate atmosphere.
-Boom! Primor got up from hitting the table and glared at Hans.
〈… However, madam!〉
Primor glared at him almost as if he were looking at an enemy. Hans didn’t answer until the very end, but he munched his mouth as if he was at a loss for words.
‘What’s the atmosphere like?’
If you’re going to have a family quarrel, don’t invite guests. What are you doing by calling people?
‘Oh right. We came first.’
Got me wrong
‘Look at what you are doing now. Can I still proudly say that she assisted me in front of her husband’s grave?”
〈… Excuse me. I had no intention of invading the majesty’s authority.〉
‘Then shut up until I give you permission. Judgment and responsibility are my job.〉
Stung like a wasp, Primor quietly let out his breath and spoke to me.
〈I showed you an embarrassing figure.〉
‘I’m not in a position to hear an apology either. Even if it were me, I would have been suspicious.〉
Isn’t it the quickest way to get close with others by going along with gossiping? Talking behind someone else’s back is scary, but there’s nothing to lose by staining my face with my own hands.
I turned to the word of Jesus Gay Chigi and told me that I knocked on the table with my fingers.
There are many things I want to say, but Primor has endured well.
It’s a good trend. As a representative, she is cold-hearted. The lady she saw at the slave market, who seemed to have bloomed in her head, was nowhere to be found.
Could the reason be related to the missing ring finger on the left hand?
‘There may or may not be.’
Anyway, as I said, this battle of doubts is a pointless war of attrition unless you play the Happiness Truth Game where you bring your opponent to their knees and splatter blood.
‘Information? Why?〉
‘We are not interested in your aims, but can we help one another? Of course, if you want to torture us and force us to spit out only credible facts… We have no choice but to run away with all our might.”
Because I was prepared to be suspicious of ‘Aren’t those bastards members of the 3rd family?’.
〈… Faith comes from concessions.〉
Primor said, frowning her eyes.
“What do you want from me?”
〈Please take off your mask and cooperate with our purpose first. If you do that, we will fully cooperate with Jesus Kei while he is on this earth.〉
I tried to coolly accept the deal, but added a few words in a hurry, thinking that I shouldn’t expose the face that resembles Lalilura’s Tyrsi.
At those words, there was a brief commotion in Primor and the escorts. It was a response that solidified my thoughts.
Primor asked while hiding his expression. Larry Lura quietly bowed her head, as if contemplating.
“Senior! Help Me!”
To tell the truth, it wasn’t quiet, but it was right to worry about it anyway.
It seemed like he caught the flow of the conversation because it was his hometown language, but he seemed to want to follow my opinion. This old man is trying to pass the blame on to someone else. Where does the bad water come from?
Who taught you that? Is it me
“Shut it up.”
As soon as I shot such a telepath, Lalilura opened her mouth.
〈Tirsi Armashnas.〉
〈… Okay. Armashnasra.〉
Primor also had no reaction to that name.
And it was expressionless because it was expected. If you don’t know the name at all, you should have a feeling or question about who it is.
It was unavoidable for Primor. Doesn’t the daughter-in-law of the Armials family know the Tyrsine family that shares that surname? Such an excuse is absurd.
‘From what I have heard from my friends, the three generations seem to be aiming for members of the orthodox houses of the Senate. At least in one place.”
“Do you think that is why the dispute was stopped and the bounty placed on my head?”
‘Isn’t it? Did the family targeting you make concessions to others, or perhaps everyone implicitly thought that ‘securing you’ was more important.〉
I said as I put my hand on the mask. There are other reasons besides this, but I couldn’t tell you.
-Sureuk.
Saying that, he pulled the mask off and took it off.
When my face was exposed, Primor’s complexion turned pale. It was worth it. Actually, transforming into someone else’s face is quite difficult, so I used an expedient.
〈… I have offended you again.〉
“No, I am more sorry. Will the burns look ugly? It’s an injury obtained during the training of the Flame Fire Gong.〉
I grinned. Before coming here, his face had been transformed into a burn-stained person, so it was justified to continue wearing the mask.
‘I don’t feel sick or itchy, but I don’t want other people to look at me.’
Even if it weren’t for that, you wouldn’t be able to tell someone who deliberately covers up their scars to go around barefoot. In fact, even among the escorts, an atmosphere of notice was created.
“Can I use this mask again? If you expose your bare skin for a long time without a special mask, ooze comes out.〉
〈… You do.〉
Perfect. It passed.
I said while wearing a mask.
‘Come back with time. Whatever answer comes out, I hope it doesn’t turn into a hostile situation. If possible, I would like to hear the conclusion in a letter.〉
Primor half-opened his eyes.
Is an alliance formed? My conscience is bitter because I lied unilaterally.
Watching me put on the mask, Primor said.
That’s something we should ask for.
I nodded my head, displaying the appearance of a great person, showing no signs of joy at having gained an unexpected collaborator.
I couldn’t help but laugh that things went well.
‘Things are getting bigger.’
As my translation ability interprets, the Romanian word ‘Arma’ includes the meaning of armament, weapon, army, and tool.
Romania’s Emperor and the Senate that divides power.
He would have had to have that kind of strength to get concessions from the king of the great powers. The senate did it by some means. Against the emperor of a great power from the age of ancient civilization.
It would not be a coincidence that the surname shared by the invited members had such a heinous meaning.
And, the reason why someone runs the mafia and aims for the lineage of the first family.
