Chapter 69: Encountering Mage O'Neill Again
All the way to the magnificent Fenrir city gates, Paladin hadn’t seen Aberleigh’s shadow even once. Right now, Paladin was clad in a black robe. He nonchalantly passed the civilians that were coming and going as he walked straight inside this long-established city.
"Excuse ... where is the residence of the Flal family?" Paladin asked a random passer-by modestly and politely.
"Flal? Those noblen who collect taxes all day long? There's a nice house straight ahead." When the passer-by heard Paladin inquire about the Flal family, they very unhappily pointed out the way before turning their head away. Paladin deeply gazed at the passerby. It seed that Flal's reputation in Fenrir was worse than he had expected. However, this was all good. This way, it would be much easier to eliminate the Flal Family.
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Before entering the mansion, Paladin couldn't help but notice the vast disparity between low-ranking nobles and commoners. After gently lowering the black hood so that no one could see his face clearly, Paladin walked leisurely through the door.
"Stop! Who are you? This is the mansion of the Flal Family!"
"Dear Sir, I have been entrusted by the noble son, Paladin, to speak with the patriarch, his father Emt Flal."
The middle-aged man guarding the gate let out a surprised cry as soon as these words left his mouth. He opened the door politely, greeted Paladin, and said, "So you're a missionary. Please get inside, I will go to inform Mr. Emt right away."
The gatekeeper welcod Paladin into the living room. Paladin sat on the couch that was covered in good wolf skin while the gatekeeper served him a cup of llow black tea. The gatekeeper then dashed deeper into the mansion in a hurry.
Paladin inhaled the enticing fragrance and felt the soft comfort of the cushion. He couldn’t help but look at all the luxurious decorations with envy.
"From what I've read in the letter addressed to Paladin, Emt has been sick recently. Their financial situation is also dire... and his presence is required imdiately. Huh! Is this what they an by dire?"
Paladin picked up the black tea and took a sip with distaste. His face crumpled as he abruptly turned his head and sprayed it out. The tea was very difficult to drink. Did it taste bad? No, the black tea was not only llow, but also very sweet and soothing to the throat. It was the best black tea Paladin had ever tasted in his life. Paladin spat it out with an ugly expression because he had an instinctive rejection just now. This sensation was similar to being full, so he had a sense of resistance to eat more.
Paladin hadn't figured out what it was just now, but there was no ti for him to ponder about all this.
"Cough, cough, Mr. Preacher, have you seen my son?"
Paladin slowly raised his head when he heard the weak voice. He saw two won, a mother and her daughter, supporting a kind man whose hair was turning white as he walked slowly over to the living room.
"Huh? Does Mr. Preacher dislike the black tea?"
After walking into the room, the pretty middle-aged woman who was supporting Emt from his left frowned imdiately when she saw the black tea that Paladin spat on the ground. There was a little discomfort in her tone. She was most likely Aaron Flal from the letter, Paladin's mother. But it was understandable. They, nobles, received him as a missionary. However, he spat out the black tea inside her house. His action was really rude and uncultured.
"Hmph, why are you like this?! We kindly gave you, a commoner, a black tea but you spit it on the ground!" said the girl on the right who was wearing a corset dress. Seeing the state of the room, she imdiately scolded him, as she didn’t have much social experience. This person was Paladin's sister. However, Paladin didn't care about these two. He simply ignored Emt's eyes that were glaring at the two beside him. He quietly looked around. After confirming that there was no potential danger around, Paladin stood up while his left hand rested on his right hand, ready to erase these potential threats at any ti.
"Mr. Emt, who is this?"
Just as Paladin was about to make a move, four rcenaries suddenly walked in from behind them. When the leading warrior, who wore a shield and a sword around his waist, saw Paladin, he imdiately asked. After a quick glance to the back, Paladin imdiately lanted how small the world was.
These four people were the four rcenaries who escorted him when he went to Nurba a few months ago. Orkney, a warrior who had only twenty elents, soone that seed to be a magic swordsman. Liriel, the archer, and her fiancé, the assassin. Paladin didn't pay attention to them; instead, he focused on the team's soul. The magician, O'Neill! At the mont, the well-inford Paladin noticed the ring on O'Neill's finger at a glance. It was clearly the symbol of the strongest mage society, Hellitt of the Forest of Towers!
When Emt saw the rcenaries, he imdiately broke the embarrassing atmosphere caused by the black tea by smiling and talking to O'Neill.
"Hahaha. Your Excellency Master O'Neill, this missionary is sent by my son to deliver a ssage." After that, he turned his head and smiled at Paladin before continuing, "These four are the warriors who escorted my son to Nurba! The other day, when my wife sent a letter, I asked them to escort my son ho again for a family reunion," Emt said with great enthusiasm.
But then, O'Neill suddenly frowned. The preacher in front of him, whom he should’ve hadn’t t before, gave him a sense of déjà vu. And it didn't feel good at all.
"Brother, what's the matter?" Orkney noticed O'Neill's strangeness and imdiately muttered. However, O'Neill, who was observing the preacher keenly, saw a strange smile ford on the preacher’s exposed chin. Suddenly, a strong sense of danger spread throughout his whole body. O'Neill imdiately took a step back and whispered to Orkney in a very serious manner, "Wait and protect . Perhaps, there will be a battle soon."
"Ah?" Before Orkney could react, Emt, who felt a little uncomfortable seeing Paladin wearing a hood all the ti, asked, "Mr. Preacher, we’re protected from the scorching sun here. Why don't you take the hood off? Have I asked for your na yet?"
"Oh, is that so?"
Paladin's smile grew more terrifying and he abruptly removed the hood, revealing that black hair and ordinary face. He smiled and said to Emt, "Paladin is too lonely there, I hope you can go to see him."
"That's good, we can leave today." Paladin's mother, Aaron said so happily. However, Paladin’s younger sister didn't like this missionary very much. She was clever, thus she noticed the expression of the rcenaries’ leader, the mysterious and quiet magician who was looking at the missionary’s extrely ordinary face right now. He looked taken aback, as if he just saw a ghost!
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