Chapter 573

Episode 573 Variable (3)

As if lost in thought.

Marquis Garen, who was spinning around, suddenly stood in front of Viscount Mace.

He said with a serious face.

“It’s not neat and I don’t like it.”

“yes.”

“I’ll do as the Viscount said.”

What does it mean to do as the viscount wills?

Ray listened to the conversation a little more.

Viscount Mace shook his head.

“Good idea. It’s better to be a little more active than to lose a player.”

“Earl Sylvester is also old, so it won’t last long. If it moves, I’ll probably move within this week. Since he is unnecessarily affectionate, I wonder if he would invite his children over and have a dinner party before leaving.”

As Marquis Garen reasoned sharply, Viscount Mays was alert inside.

‘He’s a nice old man.’

He pretends to be dull on the outside, but his intentions that come out from time to time often poke the opponent’s loophole.

If you turn him into an enemy, you will become a very troublesome old man.

Viscount Mace nodded again, not expressing himself.

“yes. I think it will be easier to aim for that time.”

“You must have bought the attendants as planned, right?”

“All finished. It was quite difficult to buy favor with money, probably because the Count had accumulated quite a bit.” Good job. Then we’ll look at the situation and proceed with the work as scheduled in two days.”

“All right. Until then, we might as well keep quiet.”

“I know. Kkeukkeuk.”

Marquis Garen, who was in a good mood, laughed lowly.

Ray eavesdropped on their conversation outside the door, but couldn’t find anything.

They deliberately did not speak their inner meaning, fearing that there would be no ears to hear.

It seems like they are using the servants to decorate something, but it is frustrating because there is no way to know what it is.

‘Are they going to do a background investigation?’

He was about to act recklessly, but he shook his head.

If you go out like that, in the past, you will end up in the ears of the Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace.

You can’t frighten a snake by knocking on grass, so you shouldn’t dig out attendants.

If that happens, you have no choice but to stop their actions in advance.

I don’t have a sense of how to move, so I’m worried that Count Sylvester will die by mistake.

Leaving the private room, Ray went straight to the count’s office.

If there is no way to prevent it, the only way is to inform in advance.

At least, if Count Sylvester was careful in everything, it would save him a lot of time. As soon as I

knocked on

the door, a benevolent voice came from inside.

“Come in.”

As he opened the door and entered the office, he saw Count Sylvester struggling with the work of the upper class.

He smiled bitterly and said as if he was embarrassed.

“A noble guest has come, but it doesn’t make sense.”

Ray said he was fine and waved his hand.

“Sit back and listen.”

“What do you mean?”

The way he asked with blinking eyes seemed innocent at first glance.

Ray said rather seriously.

“The Marquis of Garen and Viscount Mace will attack the Count’s life within this week. I have to prepare for something.”

Even with the words out, I can’t even figure out what to prepare for.

Even when he saw it, there were countless ways to kill the Count.

Even if I grabbed a sword right away and visited him in the middle of the night, the count would not even resist and would be assassinated.

Whether you know the seriousness of the situation or not.

Count Sylvester just smiled with a smile on his face.

“Don’t worry too much. No matter how strong they are, they won’t be able to move freely in my mansion.”

Hearing those words of peace, Ray was just frustrated.

“Since the Marquis and the Viscount couldn’t move, they conciliated the Count’s attendants. It’s dangerous because you don’t know who it is and you don’t know what they’re up to.”

However, despite his words, Count Sylvester’s complexion did not change.

No, rather, it’s like a good-natured smile!

Is death so sweet?

From Ray’s point of view, there was no one who was truly insane.

“Hahahaha! You mean that?”

Looking at the count, who now smiles and laughs heartily.

He twirled his fingers around his temples.

“Listen to me, crazy man. I don’t know what’s going on, but you could die in two days. You said I might have to escort you for twenty-four hours?”

“Don’t worry. kuhh I mean, there are all of them.”

What a bastard could freeze to death!

Why can’t I know that my life is at stake?

When he tries to ask more.

Count Sylvester looked around and then quietly opened his mouth.

“If something happens in two days, wouldn’t it be better if I left the county first?”

“….”

At that, Ray tried to say something, but shut his mouth.

That’s definitely true.

If only I could sneak out behind me when I was plotting things.

Count Sylvester brought the completely cooled tea to his lips.

“I am going to die someday. If you try to bet, it would be right to bet on the side with the highest possibility. If we get to work in two days, we’ll still be safe. I will prepare and set off for the royal road.”

“Looking at what you’re saying, it looks like you still have that ‘number’ left?”

When asked indirectly, Count Sylvester moved his head up and down.

“There is still one hidden number left. Hehehe.”

He laughs like a bandit at the subject of being an aristocrat.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Count isn’t stupid either.

If you can laugh in a situation where your life is at stake, it must mean that you are prepared for it.

Ray, too, was relieved and sat down.

If the circumstances weren’t right, I was planning to keep the Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace hardened like stone statues for two days, but fortunately, it doesn’t seem necessary.

Plus, doing so makes it difficult to properly hit their back stomach.

Wouldn’t it naturally reveal who is behind the scenes when the situation goes according to their will?

‘If the plan goes wrong like this, I’m sure the other guys will move too.’

When the people behind them are revealed one by one, it’s enough to just throw them all out.

As he sat down, Count Sylvester poured himself a cup of tea.

“It’s cold, but you can eat it.”

“thank you.”

“This is…”

“I know. I won’t speak out. Aren’t you running out of time to leave for the capital within two days?”

“I can’t say that I don’t know the top. I’m going to leave it to Gide, so I’ll have to leave it from now on.”

Ray, guessing the Count’s intentions, took a sip of tea and said.

“It will be a tougher journey than I thought.”

At that, Count Sylvester smiled lightly.

“I have already made up my mind. It bothers me that I can’t even see the children’s faces.”

“You would rather see the Count come back alive than see his face a few times at the end, right?”

“ha ha ha. Don’t worry. This one has already been fully prepared. Do you know that I would risk my life just to get rid of you for a day or two?”

A spleen is hidden behind the light tone of the conversation, as if throwing a joke.

If you’ve made up your mind like this, you won’t have to worry.

Ray didn’t say anything to him and just drank the tea.

Originally, it is said that he shares a drink with a soldier before the war.

Even though it wasn’t alcohol now, drinking tea wasn’t bad either.

Ray and Count Sylvester had a quiet conversation over tea for a while.

* * *

A day had passed since then, but Count Sylvester’s family hadn’t changed much.

It made me wonder if the Count was really preparing something.

‘I didn’t expect it to move so secretly.’

Even he himself, who had been told the words by Count Sylvester, could not properly recognize them.

Marquis Garen or Viscount Mace would never notice.

All that was left was to wait for the Count to move, so he was walking around the garden helplessly when Silveria, dressed in sky-blue clothes, approached him.

They seemed to be unfamiliar with the outfits other than plate armor, and they were approaching with a groan. From a distance, you could mistake it for a young goblin going out for the first time hunting.

“I’m the baron’s son.”

“What happen?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

As he speaks, he brushes his hair slightly.

I don’t know if it was intentional, but the wind carried a faint fruity scent.

“I… How is it? Isn’t that strange?”

The flowing hair and contrasting white skin were enough to make the hearts of many men flutter.

If it were a normal man, even if he grabbed his chest and vomited blood, it wouldn’t look weird at all, but unfortunately, it didn’t work for Ray.

Even if Sylveria wore a beautiful dress.

He was thrilled to see Aira donning a cheesy helmet and wearing full plate armor.

He had to give an answer, so he took a rough look at Sylveria and said.

“It’s not strange. Fit well.”

At that, her complexion brightened even more.

“I was worried a lot because it was the clothes I wasn’t used to, but I’m glad I did.”

“Good for you.”

“Rather than that, what was the baron son doing here?”

“I was taking a walk when I was bored.”

Sylveria’s expression brightened even more.

“It’s just fine. I was just a little free. Would you like to go for a walk together?”

The moment Ray’s face tried to assert himself at her suggestion.

From a distance, the Marquis of Garen and Viscount Mace appeared.

Upon discovering them, the two returned to the garden with strange smiles.

“It’s a coincidence.”

“It is an honor to be able to meet a beautiful lady as soon as I leave the private room. ha ha ha.”

“Meet the Marquis of Garen and Viscount Mace.”

“It’s okay to say hello to the yard where you are indebted to the count’s family. What about the Count instead? It’s hard to see your face these days.”

He talks like a good-hearted neighbor, but no one knows what he’s hiding behind.

Sylveria turned her head and let go of her pretense.

“I don’t know.”