Count Scribe's Tutor

"Haha, you're a mercenary, so you're quick to notice. That's right."

Shayne lets out a sudden sigh after a laugh.

"One of my articles went missing recently. I sent him on a mission, and he disappeared without doing anything right."

"That's a big deal."

"Yes, incompetent. If I'd known this was gonna happen, I never would have left it there."

The Knight of the Intermediate Sword Expert has disappeared.

My stomach's gonna be really sore right now. Even if you do not tolerate it, abilities are abilities.

"That's why I'm in a bit of trouble. There was a spot for one of the articles."

"You'll have to pick a talented knight next time."

"Yes, I would like someone who is moderately aware and competent. For example · · · · · · · · · ·."

Shayne narrows her eyes.

Soft eyes. Emerald eyes gleam brightly.

"Like Sir Inoside."

"· · · · · ·."

I just called him by his name until now, and suddenly I was called ‘Sir’.

By this time, anyone will know Shane's purpose.

"The other knights will react harshly."

"It's hard luck all of a sudden."

Shayne's smile darkens.

Conversation indicates that the target has identified his or her intentions.

Shayne then makes a more straightforward offer.

"Be my driver. Lord Inoside."

A confident voice.

He looks unsuspecting because he believes Ferda will be his knight. Ferda hesitates for a moment at Shayne's offer, then opens her mouth.

"I · · · · · · · · · · ·."

But Ferda could not finish her sentence.

Something flew in where he was.

Wudang!

"Huff! Huff!"

It was a handrail. It was covered in dust and sweat and breathed hard.

However, the eyes were fixed in one direction.

The man who blew him up. This is where Burke is.

"I'll rest for five minutes."

Burke muttered with a distinctive tomb tone.

Given time to rest, reality throws out a cold sword. I was about to take off my armor.

"Don't take off your armor. This is all about training."

His face was crumpled.

The armor is thick with sweat and heat. It is sunny sheep that live there now. At this rate, it was not strange for me to fall at any time.

His face becomes redder and redder in terrible heat.

Now's the limit. I'll throw this heavy armor off even if I put it back on later.

When in reality he thought so.

A nice breeze came from somewhere.

"Are you feeling better?"

Ferda raises the wind with a handkerchief.

That wasn't all. I gave him a leather pouch about when it was taken out.

It was a water bag full of cool water.

In fact, he grabbed his cold pocket and drank the water.

"Young master."

Then Ferda calls back.

He pointed to his brow with a handkerchief.

"Can I wipe your sweat?"

"· · · · · · Whatever."

"Yes, please excuse me."

Ferda approaches.

Every time the white handkerchief fluttered, the drops of sweat on the brow disappeared.

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I returned from the first time I met him.

Ferda smiles lightly, then retrieves the handkerchief.

"Sir Inoside?"

Meanwhile, Shayne frowns slightly at Ferda's seemingly irresistible appearance.

The one who will soon become the Lord is right in front of his eyes. Isn't this a bit of an attitude?

"Lord Inoside."

A little louder than before.

Then Ferda looks back.

"I just want you to tell me the answer to my offer."

Shane quickly clears his crooked face, then speaks in a soft tone. Just now, there was a real thread. You will hear more sincere answers.

Shane believed that. I didn't doubt it.

And as he expected, Ferda's mouth was filled with sincere answers.

"What offer are you referring to?"

"Yes?"

"I didn't hear anything."

A grumpy tone.

Shayne's face is dazed for a moment.

"· · · · · · · Understood. If that's your choice."

Pow!

I heard the sound of it coming this far.

Although I felt like an adult not to my age, I am still a child. I can't believe you're so emotionally exposed to being rejected.

"It's done."

After the last drop of sweat.

Ferda's mouth gives you a happy smile.

Then an empty water bag entered his eyes.

"If you don't have enough, I'll bring more."

"No, that's enough."

The handrail waves.

Slightly red but calm expression. While sitting still, he suddenly looked up Ferda.

Confusion and doubt are in his eyes.

After a while, the silk thread opened my lips.

"Then why are you doing this to me?"

Am I good to you?

Immediately after entering the novel, if you had been asked this question, you would have answered:

Because if you die, the novel is over.

Because you have to live for me to survive.

But it's different now.

As soon as he saw the reality with his own eyes, he realized.

This is not just a fictional world, it's a real world.

That's why I couldn't answer lightly.

"Your condition is important."

Ferda smiles.

Yeah. At least let's be honest with each other. He said with that thought.

"You shouldn't be sick. Don't you have class tomorrow?"

"· · · · · · · Have you ever taken a class in the first place?"

"Of course. It's good enough to learn silence."

An answer that looks like a fraud.

In fact, I looked at Ferda with an unsightly eye.

Ferda looks unfair as she finds it. Then, "Why do I have to learn silence? 'I opened my mouth to explain.

"Hey, you."

However, it was not explained.

It was because he had just spoken to me.

"I heard from my brother. You said he was a black homeroom teacher."

Kershaw's eyes turned straight to Ferda.

His blatant disregard gritted his lips tightly.

Ferda tilts her head.

"Excuse me, is there a black man here?"

"What?"

"I don't see anything black in my eyes."

You really don't seem to know.

In fact, the only thing that's really nearby is this crazy-looking sailor, Burke, Shane, and Cushire. Among them, the so-called black.

"Hmm? Did you put something on my face?"

Ferda shakes her head at Burke's question.

Then he opened his mouth again.

"Whatever. That's not the point."

Cushion's dead in the mouth.

Suddenly, he throws a training wooden sword rolling across the floor.

Ferda's reflexively grabs the sword and makes him smile.

"Follow me. I'll see if you're qualified to teach anyone." "

"Young master."

Burke looks embarrassed at his sudden movements.

There was someone who stopped him. It was Shane.

"It's all right, Lord Logwood. It's a simple struggle."

"But · · · · · · · · ·."

"I'll tell the erl."

Shane smiles coldly at Ferda.

Like you want me to take it.

A young master with a surprising twist.

"Phew, got it."

As far as Count Archdut is concerned, Burke is no longer available.

"Don't be too harsh."

It was just a worrying face.

As soon as the permits were passed, he walked straight to the center of the training ground.

"What are you doing? Follow me!"

He shouted in a loud voice.

But Ferda's gaze was not towards him.

From the moment Burke was on the move, he was only looking at the thread.

On one knee.

"Young master, do you mind if I leave you for a moment?"

Ferda asked permission from Silvan.

His expression changed somewhat strangely. It was an unfamiliar sight.

Burke and the knights, even the servants who were about to undress, never asked his permission.

Ferda was the first person to ask permission politely.

"Why do you ask me that?"

"I'm your homeroom teacher."

I was speechless for a moment.

I thought that was an outrageous answer. It's still not convincing.

"· · · · · · Suit yourself."

"Yes, I'll be back in a moment."

Ferda woke up with a smile.

The center of the training ground. I was walking towards the location of the cursor.

Kwaak

Someone grabs the collar.

It was real.

"Young master?"

"Roll the floor if you think it's dangerous."

A sudden answer came out.

Subsequently, he raised his head.

"Beg him, clinging to his feet."

The handheld collar of clothing is more energetic.

The golden eyes narrow.

"· · · · · · Then I won't hit you anymore."

I remembered. This is a real-world experience.

When he first approached Kershaw, who knew nothing.

I was beaten like a dog by him.

In reality, he took hold of his feet and pleaded.

Nobody tried to stop him. No one helped him.

So I threw away my pride. Then he stopped swinging his sword.

"· · · · · ·."

My fist struggled without me knowing it.

I originally had no plan. We'll just hang out and come back.

I didn't think so.

"Thank you for the advice."

But not anymore.

Ferda smiles.

Then he wrapped his arms around the clothing collar.

"Young master."

"· · · · · ·?"

"There's a saying in the mercenary industry."

In Hunter, to be precise.

"An eye for an eye. Blood for blood. Pay them back for what they've done."

Whether it's monsters or fellow hunters who bashed his head in.

Give me back the same thing.If you forgive me, I'll be treated like an idiot.

It's a saying in the Hunter industry.

"· · · · · · · Suu Kyi has suffered."

Ferda bows. I put my lips to the ear of the room.

And I whispered in silence.

"I'll make it up to you."

"What, what?"

I was dumbfounded, but the answer never came back.

Ferda turned and headed straight for the center of the training ground.