One of the accommodations dedicated to the workers of the warehouse district. Inside the room, where the sll of alcohol wafted through the air, beyond just seeping into the walls, a man nodded as he heard the report from the boss of the gang.
I guess we should be satisfied with taking care of that Welner guy for now. We can take care of the commoner at another ti later.
The man who mumbled in the back of the room wore the clothes of a noble, but his appearance seed to exude more cruelty and violence as opposed to his facial features.
He had a triumphant smile on his face and slurped down the liquor in the pottery. Wiping his mouth roughly, he asks another man beside him.
Speaking of which, that woman called Clara is still alive, right? (Noble)
Im sure shes been captured as per your instructions, sir. (Gang Boss)
I see, now, what to do with her. It would be better just to kill her. (Noble)
The man said this in a tone as if he was throwing away a used tool, but the people around him seed to think nothing of it. In fact, they might even find it matter of fact.
Isnt it possible to sell that girl as she is quite young? I dont think she would be able to talk back as she should have been labeled as a noblemans murderer. (Gang Boss)
Thats true. (Noble)
Other than that, can we also sell that little boy? (Gang Boss)
Well, you can do that. (Noble)
In this world, male prostitution was also in business, but unlike normal prostitutes, the demand was minimal. In rare cases, good-looking n may be taken in by noblewon, but in a world where military prowess and bravery were highly valued, such n with low valor were of little value.
The sl-ve trade was not prohibited, but there was a tax on the sale. This inevitably led to black market traders trying to evade the tax.
Hey, if you cant sell them in the market, just kill them. (Noble)
Yes, sir. (Gang Boss)
Anyway, forget about that. We cant stay in the Royal Capital for long with all this going on. Lets discuss the next course of action. (Noble)
As the n were discussing the procedure to escape from the royal capital and the items to take with them, another man suddenly rushed into the room.
B, Boss!
Whats with the noise?
Ar, Armored people are trying to surround us!
After looking at each other for a mont, the n stood up. As they rushed to the wooden window fra, they could faintly hear the sound of tal armor-clad figures moving around and feel nurous signs of their presence. One of them brought his eyes close to the gap in the window board.
The armor reflected the moonlight in the darkness of the night, and one could see that several figures were gradually beginning to surround the building. Behind them, many more people were moving, and there were even indications that more were on the way. The number of people probably exceeded 20 at this point.
All of them were in a state of shock, but the man who had been called Boss of the group glared at the man who had reported Claras return.
Hey, you werent followed, were you?
Huh? Eh, no, I didnt check
You worthless bastard!
The boss yelled at his subordinate, but that didnt make the situation any better. On the contrary, it made the situation worse. The shouts must have leaked out of the building. All at once, the sound of footsteps approached the building.
What, what are we going to do! (Subordinate)
Calm down. Whats at that side? (Gang Boss)
Claras mother and brother are back there (Subordinate)
The man who looked like a noble suddenly interjected, Leave them behind, they are only going to slow us down, hurry up and lets get out of here!
With only their swords in hand, the n hurriedly escaped. The group of n barely escaped from the building, since the knights had not yet made their way to the back entrance. After turning a few corners along the way and escaping close to the city center, the n finally stopped.
Oh, that was a close call. (Noble)
Would you need so help, sir? (Gang Boss)
Damn, for the ti being (Noble)
I suggest that you all surrender right now.
The n turned their eyes towards the voice. At the sa ti, the surroundings beca as bright as daylight. A large number of knights and squires erged from the surroundings. The squires pointed their magic lamps at the road.
The man who was supposed to be the client raised his voice toward the young man who had approached him.
We, Welner!
Oh, you know , but who are you?
Welner, holding a spear in his hand, asked with a carefree expression on his face. In contrast, the mans expression turned furious.
You, you cant be serious
About half?
Welner responded, with his spear on his shoulder, as he shrugged. Indeed, it was a sowhat surprising reunion even for Welner. Rather, it might be more accurate to say that the person he was now facing was so minor that he had forgotten to keep a watchful eye on him.
Still in the midst of experiencing the feeling of eting a face he did not want to see, he continued his words with a sarcastic expression.
Im sure your owner must have lectured you afterward about how useless you were for not being able to stop at the library, Viscount Vogel-dono?
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