I’m the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I’ll Raise My Little Brother

Now, to conclude, Rasheed and Ifras decided that instead of providing Kikunoi with the ability to be a monster, Kikunoi would ensure their food, clothing and safety.

Griffon and Ortros are for watchdogs and birds.

Well, there was.

Everest speaks brilliantly of his core.

Until then, my parents and children weren't bad friends, Mr. Rasheed's second brother wasn't good enough to handle Wyburn, and the family didn't hate Necromancers in particular, but they didn't respect me.

When I stuck to Rasheed's seal, my complexion changed and I kept thinking that if I didn't want Rasheed to ask me about it.

Sometimes I tear apart my subordinates who are happy to be reunited, but I wanted Rasheed to follow Joseph and learn quickly, and I thought it would be difficult for Ifras to tell me what he didn't know, so I asked Chicko to introduce Joseph and Po to the children's family and took them to the stables.

But I don't talk.

It's not because we're imperial nobles, it's not because we don't trust you, and it's not because we're under oath by magic.

I just don't think I should say it for Mr. Rasheed right now.

So I want you to forgive me for not talking.

If you're begged to sit down like that, you can't step in a bit.

No, I know it's sweet.

I have to ask you whatever you want.

Because I take care of the lives and livelihoods of the people of Kikunoi.

But I couldn't even look at myself if I was forced to ask.

"Do you think your second brother will never set you up beyond the country?

"I'm not that brave.But what's behind it might be sending assassins. "

"I do not want the people of Kikunoi to be put at risk."

"Well... that's..."

Mr Everest looks painful.

That's right.

I take the risk of hiding the people who are being targeted by the assassins, but I can't tell you what happened, but I want you to protect me.

If it's too generous, it's a case that can normally be ruled out.

Sitting on a chair by the bed, I put my feet together.

It's not good manners, but it looks intimidating or irritable.

I'm not angry, but I want to avoid what I think is sweet in order to make you drink the contract.

As if you had read my thoughts, it seems that the teacher behind me is also looking coolly at Mr Everest.

As he blues, he exhales in a huge sigh.

"But I have a contract with Mr. Rasheed.He asked me to protect myself and what was under me, and he said that he would give his ability to Kikunoi for the price.If so, he is also a citizen of Kikunoi.That's what I'm supposed to protect.And you, of course. "

"Well then....!

"Yeah, I'll keep the contract.But then I will also ask you for a price. "

"Okay, is that a consideration...?

"Yes, I would like to offer him two things in return for not telling him about Mr. Rasheed's seal and for not asking you anything more."

"Fu, two!?

"Yes, these two are separate."

I think I'm starting to look like a bad merchant, and I'm surprised to see Mr Everest.

However, both Mr. Rasheed and Mr. Yifras will benefit, and Kikunoi will not be able to do anything risky unless they benefit more than they deserve.

So instead of telling Rasheed about the seal, if all the troubles are resolved and Rasheed and Ifras return to the family, we will continue to deliver the spider thread and cloth to Kikunoi.

Instead of pursuing Everest any further, be sure to persuade the family to produce spider threads and cloth and to accept the exclusive deal with Kikunoi once the motosaya has been made.

I took these two for consideration.

This is not a promise, but a proper document.

According to Yifras, in recent years, there have been monsters among the Fleahora and their clans who cannot reach advanced levels.

It seems that the chief is living in a harsh environment, so he wants to meet without discrimination or underestimation, but because the next child of the person he is talking about is bullying his brother, who is only an intermediate monster, it is not convincing.

The eldest brother of the next chief is worried about the situation, and he may have managed to be an intermediate monster, but he is looking for a way to live without a narrow shoulder.

That's me, isn't it?

Kikunoi wants the abilities of a monster, and the monster family is exploring other ways of life.

I think we can make it work.

Well, if he's really trying to persuade the family, that's probably Rasheed's job, but if the Servitor agrees to the deal to protect himself, he'll help himself, and if he can do something about the people who otherwise wouldn't be alive in the same way, he'll move himself.

Even if they return to the clan, I wonder if this would do them any harm.

That's why Mr Everest signed the document prepared by Mr Rottenmayer with tears.

Another thing I'm curious about is the servitude crest on Mr. Everest's chest.

What an accident or an accident.

That's what Everest asked the sorcerer to do himself.

Everything Mr Everest owed to Mr Rasheed's mother an irrevocable favor, and he volunteered for his escort to repay the favor. Moreover, he set the Lord as proof of absolute disloyalty to Mr Rasheed and gave it to him.

"What about Rasheed's mother....?

"I was scolded."Take care of yourself more."But at that time, I was the only one who could offer it.... "

So, even after you die, you're going to be undead and enslaved?

"When I die, I think I will protect Rasheed, and then I wonder who will protect Rasheed...Then I wondered if I could serve you even if I was undead.That's what Rasheed doesn't know.... "

Heavy!?

I'm impressed by your loyalty, but this is a bit...

I glanced at him as I dragged him inside.

Even if Mr Everest had something to do with himself, there is no one to trust Mr Rasheed with.

Does that mean isolation in Mr. Rasheed's clan, or is the secret of Mr. Rasheed hidden by Mr. Everest so heavy...?

Either way, I brought this subordinate into Kikunoi with my belly, so there is no particular problem.

I just need to get Rasheed and Everest to get a bruise on their hair.

Whatever it is, I hope you understand that the curse is unlikely to be activated for now.

Deeply saying, "Thank you," we told the purple-headed iflores to rest for two to three days, and we left the guest room.

"... what a difficult thing to say about discipline."

Putting his mouth on the tea, Mr. Bradamante shook his neck.

Immediately after she contacted me about Mr. Everest's awakening, she asked me to see Mr. Everest and then told me about the end of the tea. She said so with a subtle expression.

"I didn't think anyone would ever take a servitude crest from themselves."

"What kind of environment did you live in, such as a certificate that you would never betray?I've traveled a lot, but I've never heard that before. "

"I've never heard of a snow-tree minority like that.Maybe we just didn't know. "

Even Professor Romanov, Mr. Victor, and Mr. Lara have never heard of such an example, so it would be nice to think that the case of Mr. Ifras is special.

Speaking of which, Mr. Bradamante was looking for a way to deal with the Servitor's Sigil, but it seems to be useless.

Apologizing for the wasted time, Mr. Bradamante panicked and said, "Absolutely not."

"In the end, I couldn't find a technique other than to defeat the magician."

"Really...."

"Yes, but there's literature that says that we did something about it in the past, because it's an applied magic contract between a monster and a monster."

"Eh? Can you do that...?

"Yes, the point is, we just overwrote and robbed the user's contract."

What a force.

Certainly, the sigil of a slave is also unilaterally demanding obedience, but it is also the magic of contract.

Well, maybe we can use the means of taking over or overwriting.

Worst of all, Mr. Bradamante was going to override and steal the contract from the man who enslaved Mr. Evereth.

Witch, you're being too thoughtful.

But if the person wanted to impose it, it would be different for others to say and destroy it.

Therefore, this matter is also closed.

As he exhaled relieved, Mr. Bradamante leaned his neck like a bird.

"By the way, I also have a report for Feng Butterfly."

"Reporting?

"Yes, Princess Maoyang will be here in a couple of days."

Heh?

"She wants to stay for a couple of days, and I'll prepare her body properly..."

"What about it?"

Mr. Bradamante smiled at me and the teacher who shook their hair with sassy peaches elsewhere.