Sevens

As soon as I woke up, I contacted Mr. Zelfie.

When we met at the last coffee shop, I offered to take Mr. Lockward's request there.

"Did you hit him in the head? Even if the trail of the former aristocrats was good enough to deal with the bandits. I'm impressed, but I can't say I'm making the right decision."

Mr. Zelfie was scared to look at me.

Inside, I guess you don't think it's impossible for me to get kicked out of my parents' house. But that's fine now.

Mr. Zelfie orders sweet treats and eats them beautifully. I guess you grow up well enough. As Nowem noticed.

(You sure look like a knight. So is the way we fought, but is it about my father's influence)

"This is my decision. Worst case scenario, I don't mind Mr. Zelfie pulling it out. I'll tell Mr. Hawkins from me."

With that said, Mr. Zelfie sighed and turned his gaze to Nowem.

"I thought Nowem was smart."

"That's what Master Lyell decided. And..."

"And?"

"I said Master Lyell could do it. No problem."

I also felt Nowem's trust in me was too high, but I had a chance.

The ancestors also acknowledge it.

"... the Rockward family is falling apart right now, so there's no reward. You've seen the lady fit, haven't you? Besides, you can't be the current owner. Until my predecessors, I was a serious man, a nobleman in the royal capital with the title of Viscount and title."

I guess the Rockward family is a downfall.

But it's not the Rockward family that gets paid. Instead, we're the ones who pay.

And it is the lord of Darion who asks you to fund it.

"I don't mind. We're going to pay for it."

"What? Wait a minute. What the hell are you talking about? If you really hit me in the head, I'll introduce you to a good doctor."

I laughed bitterly and said, "Well, then," and asked Mr. Zelfie.

"Can you introduce me to someone who has information? Bandits, and someone familiar with the lords of Darion."

"I can understand the bandits, but lord?

I thought Mr. Zelfie would look in trouble. But it actually sharpens my gaze.

(Apparently, your ancestors - maybe as expected by the third or fifth generation)

"Yep."

I said it with a smile. I know there's a chance of failure on the inside, but don't show it to them.

Show confidence. If you don't, no one will follow you.

"Ma, you can win. Besides, it's my specialty. Yes. Can you finally do me a favor?

Lie that it's your specialty.

I've never really fought a thief. It is the ancestors in the treasure balls who have fought.

"... what do you want?

"No, this is an easy job. However, I think Mr. Zelfie can do the job. You want to ask your guild to have a trusted Mr. Zelfie."

I was realizing that things were going according to my ancestors' expectations over time.

He was coming in front of the mansion where Darion's lord was.

From the informant Mr. Zelfie introduced me to, I was able to find out who my lord was.

And I was able to understand the current state of the city called Darion.

The word steadfastness suits [Ventler Rodonia] would fall into a fine category as a lord.

The location of proximity to the Wang capital also has the disadvantage that if you do poorly, the inhabitants will emigrate towards the metropolis.

Even if we are aware of the development of the territory, if there is a king capital nearby, we can really compare it.

It is the Rodonia clan that has taken a long time and made Darion a little bigger.

I'll correct the collar of the clothes I bought.

"Long time no see, I've worn these clothes... kinda feel like a long time ago"

"It suits you, Master Lyell"

Nor does Nowem deserve the clothes of a baroness - but she's wearing a beautiful dress. Most importantly, she looked pretty because she had her own product.

(It's been that way for a long time, but you have an atmosphere of Nowem)

By contrast, I'm not the kind of clothes a traveler would normally wear. I bought expensive clothes from Darion's clothing store - wearing old clothes.

I've spent most of my earned money, but of course there's a reason for this.

The sixth generation, in charge today, voiced from the treasure balls.

'All right, you look fine. Come on, Lyell...... are you ready to play the clown?

touched the treasure ball and replied affirmatively.

"Fine! Let's go then... it's time for your stupid son, who's been kicked out of the house, to meet the lord of Darion"

Sixth generation told me, I saw the gatekeeper guarding this one.

Instead of saying you're on guard, you saw how we fit and thought it was a noble brother or something.

There's no sign of you pointing your weapon at me.

When I approach the gatekeeper, he says he wants to see the lord.

"My name is Lyell Walt. I met the lord, can you get confirmation?

Then the gatekeeper's eyes opened slightly.

(You knew that after all. Mr. Zelfie knew, so I figured for sure)

"Please wait a moment. I'll get confirmation now."

That's what I said, and the gatekeeper gave a message to the soldier who was inside the gate.

Both Nowem and I are smiling at the gatekeeper.

After a while, a man in a suit, not a soldier, walked from the inside. Look at Sole and find out it's possible to see him.

"Master Lyell Walt, right? Master Ventler is going to see you. But I can't get my hands off you right now. Please wait in the mansion."

To be polite, I snort.

"Yeah, I don't mind. I am so saddened by the sudden visit. Darion's lord is generous."

If you are Nowem, bow in silence.

"Okay, here it is..."

I was guided into the lord's mansion.

For the size of the territory, the mansion feels small.

"You're just what I thought."

When the sixth generation says it, I'm relieved to go so far because it's exactly what I thought it would be, too.

In the story of the informer, the lord is a small, little fat man in his forties who seems like a good person. Reputation from the inhabitants is at a satisfactory level as lords.

In other words, it was positioned as a good lord for the inhabitants.

He just seems nice, but he's also the one who can't rely on it and feel it.

There's something I don't rely on a little bit, lord - that was the kind of information. But my ancestors and I disagree.

"Both the gatekeeper and the servant in the suit are truly loyal. Compliments don't distract me, but your attitude toward this one has softened a little. Solid, and the territory has expanded so much, because the lord is definitely excellent! Really good! '

The sixth generation seems happy.

That's the reason, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm a little disgusted.

Because, solid and brilliant - a lord admired by the inhabitants as well.

That is.

"You would be burning your hands at the development of the Sawazo territory! In addition to being understaffed, it's a character you can't help governing! Nice! There's a gap you're wearing!

The vibrant sixth generation also understood the Lord's problems.

The fact that it is developing remarkably, and the environment where adventurers get a lot of work done. And while admired by its inhabitants, it leaves the bandits unattended.

I thought there was a reason. That's why I looked into it.

At Nolinoli, the ancestors were scrutinizing the information to ascertain the character and territorial problems of the lords, as well as the current situation.

"There are two labyrinths in the realm, sending minister knights and soldiers to crusade it? Break bones for the villages on the edge of the territory...... Uhm! A fine lord!

(Even with all that praise, you're going to poke there when you're negotiating...)

I also suspected that the line was connected to the bandits, but that line disappeared because the bandits had recently obtained information that had flown into Darion.

(Ever since I came to Darion, I suspected the bandits weren't rampaging around)

If I was connected to the lord, I would have negotiated as it were and returned the balls.

I'll sit on the couch with Nowem and have tea when I let him wait in one of the mansions.

(Now, do you play the son of a nobleman who was kicked out of his parents' house from here)

I don't feel too wrong, but you're gonna need my act from here on out. And let me give you enough of my family name Walt.

I also have permission from your ancestors, so I don't have a problem - I'd like to think.

"Hahaha! You're getting interesting, Lyell!

At the height of the sixth generation tension, I pulled a little.

It wasn't until an hour after the Lord, whose work had come to a halt, showed up before us.

But now you're looking at me with your eyes open.

"You Lyell Walt! Now that I've been expelled from my parents' house, I will necessarily regain my territory and show them my former glory! I'd like to ask Bentler to help me with that."

Former trace of the Walt family of local lords who were evicted from their parents' homes.

That's my assessment now.

We decided that the information we had received up to Darion was not that detailed.

At the same time, on this occasion, I was going to decide on a human evaluation of me.

"I can't help being kicked out, stupid son - even a dreamer would be nice. A former nobleman who tends to dream only of his mouth is what Lyell deserves today '

This is the fifth generation opinion.

Naturally, the other ancestors also disagreed.

But it's not a strange situation for me to see people using me around right now.

The ancestors also feel that information is transmitted faster than in their own time.

That's why I tried to set my reputation to protect me in this case.

The Walt family, my parents, who don't show any movement against me right now.

They're also going to find out how that works with this opportunity.

Are you coming to kill me for making a scene? Or leave it like this?

Seems like a plan to use this matter as an opportunity to learn about the reaction of the Walt family dominated by a monster named Ceres.

(If I'm serious about being turned over to an assassin, I'm in trouble...)

The ancestors say that the problem will also be solved by the first generation of skills.

When I thought of the first generation of barbarian style, I even seemed a little suspicious. But I do have great first generation skills.

The lord in front of me - Ventler Rodonia - looked a little drawn when he looked at me.

'That's good, Lyell. That's a dumber, more troubled face than I ever imagined! Be alert, you have a look on your face, gahahaha!!'

It was just as told by the excited sixth generation.

"La, Lord Lyell, I can't get back to you with a sudden story when you say that cooperation. Besides, stories like this won't do Lord Lyell any good either. I decided not to ask, so I want you to come home today..."

I don't want to hear it. I mean, I want to do something that didn't happen.

The Walt family is situated on the edge, but it is a fine Count family. He also has military power and has connections in Wang capital, which is central.

This is what Mr. Bentler would think, tangled up in a stupid son like me.

'Nice one, Lyell... you look like a bomb has entered the realm! You look like you want to kick me out!

The sixth generation is right.

You must be thinking about how you should treat troublemakers like me. The jury man next to Mr. Bentler stood without showing any upset.

Is it an escort, or is your skill considerable?

(This intimidation just standing... that's awesome)

That's all I can say about having such a subordinate.

"And, Master Ventler... when were the bandits in the abandoned mines nearby lately? I would definitely like to help Master Ventler with this Lyell. As for, I'd like permission to crusade."

"Permission? I hear Lord Lyell has become an adventurer?

Mr. Ventler seems to be looking into me very closely.

I guess you went into Darion and looked it up at the stage where my information came from.

He's a brilliant man.

"Yeah, but as a lord's position, I thought we could leave the bandits or something. So I need your permission. What, you can put everything in the Lord's hands for once you've defeated the Bandits!

When I say that with a smile, Mr. Bentler is upset and his gaze is moving.

"That Lord Lyell could crusade the bandits? Not hire someone?

"Rest assured. We employ veteran adventurers. Speak up in your guild and keep your numbers in order."

It's okay, I smile.

Then Mr. Bentler's expression turned a little blue.

"... I am very pleased to offer, but I still want you to leave the matters in the realm to me. This time, let me just accept your feelings."

"All right, Lyell... now"

The signal from the sixth generation makes me look a little sad.

"Really...... then let me crusade this time at my own personal will. This is still the Walt family man! One or two of the bandits, I'll crusade you easily. Whoa, don't worry, I won't give you Bentler's name."

Switch policies.

But Mr. Bentler looked in trouble.

'Though Lyell was expelled, he's a Walt family person... I guess he can't make a decision because he hasn't conveyed accurate information. I suppose you thought you could put a trick on it if you keep looking for it. That's good...... it's getting fun!

"... Lord Lyell, I am relieved. Even if you were a former lord, you are the one who found it. I don't want any extra help. Now if you are an adventurer, you should explore the path of living as an adventurer. When it comes to that help, let me help you with a slight force. But I don't want you to do anything about the territory."

(Minor power, you know... let me have the money to support it or something. You'd really like to kick me out)

Mr. Ventler had a good point. But I have my reasons, and I have to get rid of the bandits.

(Don't feel sorry for me)

"If you say so..."

When I still tried to say something, Mr. Bentler moved his eyebrows about being distracted and angry.

"Something?

"No, you look like a bunch of flashy, rampaging bandits. The lord who fled the territory and drove all the way to Darion with a lot of money will regret it."

"I guess..."

Mr. Ventler's expression remains the same, but I understood that he seemed abominable.

"If the surrounding lords are involved, don't bother. Defense is thin because you have given your troops to Omake '

It was a bunch of less smart bandits, but the lords couldn't seem to get their hands on it because they made a whole lot of money out of their territory.

I was a little suspicious at a time when Negijo was turning out but I couldn't get my hands on it. I've looked into the relationship a lot, but it also turns out that it's not interesting.

(Though, you're talking about the Bandits now. Did you just turn your head a little or are you in luck......)

It is used as a pretext for war, such as bringing soldiers into other territories.

Lords who let the scattered bandits escape are sure to regret it.

(I mean, I thought the Bandits' heads were pretty cut off, but I guess they were lucky from the info)

If you knew what you were doing, you were a little wary. But when I look into it, it's different.

In the opinion of your ancestors, it soon became clear that they were not so much opponents. After all, it feels like someone who has been experiencing banditry.

Bandits raging around in such other territories are dear in Darion. What would the other lords think?

"Looks like you've been busy a long time. This Lyell, while not extending, will solve Mr. Ventler's problems. Isn't it funny that people in the surrounding territories make weird mistakes?

When I said that, Mr. Ventler sighed.

"Ha... what do you want? Do you think Lord Lyell would benefit me if he moved? It's only a downside, though?

That's not true.

I smile.

"Please lend me your strength and funds. Brilliant. I'll kick the bandits in and take a look. Just..."

"Just?"

I'll wait a little while before I answer.

"You will use my name. Naturally, I'll take the Bandits' money. Lord Ventler will be given the strength and funding."

Overwhelmingly, I'm in favor.

But this also benefits Mr. Ventler. It will be me who defeated the bandits of my own land.

If I, the Adventurer, defeat the Bandits, the neighborhood lords will be unable to speak.

The pile of treasure the bandits stole will be mine too, and Mr. Ventler will not be suspected.

"Using the Bandits, Darion's Lords roughed up other territories to collect their money... something they don't want to seem like that! We're gonna have a problem with the neighborhood!

I hear a happy sixth generation.

"It also seems to me that my current holdings are largely guessing. But if I may say so, force is the people of their own territory. There's no way I can lend it to you."

"Really? So, if you have the funds, can you do it conveniently? (That's right. But we also know that)"

Make sure you understand who I am. Yes - I deliberately demanded that you think of me as' Lyell the Dreamer '.

I don't lend soldiers or military rights.

"Yep. Let me give you fifty gold coins."

'Hmm, less if you think it's the current amount? Lyell, pull up. Listen, to the meeting...'

The sixth generation tells me I'm going to press for the money.

"We can crusade the bandits and even solve troublesome problems. How about two hundred gold coins?

Mr. Bentler laughed at my price increase.

"Ahahahaha, Lord Lyell... you're licking me a little too much"

That said, he gave finger instructions to the minister who was next door.

Then the minister leaves the room.

I'm sure it's a smaller amount than Mr. Ventler assumed.

Given the size of Darion's city, it's an amount you can give away even if you don't call it an end-of-pocket.

But it is also what we aim for.

'All right, that's fine.' Cause the world didn't know, and they wouldn't have thought I was properly educated. '

The sixth generation seems convinced.

(You just have to act like you don't want to, so it's easier said than done... don't get tired)

And in the hands of the minister who came back to the room, the leather bag was gripped.

The contents contain two hundred pieces in gold coins.

"We will carry out a thief's crusade in the name of Lord Lyell. I have the funds. But is it okay that there's no connection?

"Yep! Thank you, Master Ventler!

'You think it's okay to fail. If you succeed, you won't even have to rub it with the neighboring lords, and even if you fail, the dangerous Lyell disappears like a bomb. Maybe the bandits will move too. Two hundred gold coins would be a cheap purchase. "

Nowem, who was watching a series of streams next door, was just sitting and smiling.

Mr. Ventler, too, would have thought he didn't know the world with women, and he was an idiot son.

(Well, next time -)

"Lyell, gather manpower next!

Listening to the happy sixth generation, I smiled and shook hands with Mr. Ventler, who said, "Never give my name."