The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

He eventually finds a store. It says "Zepetta (...) Chamber of Commerce" to a large extent there, and you can see that Count Zepetta's breath hangs.

The lights are on in the store even though it's late. Nino usually opened a thick two-piece door with both hands, clearly of a different grade than the store door he was knocking on.

The store is full of bright lights, but there are few figures. This shop, which handles rare jewellery, brings the product to show according to the person. And in a private room in the back of the store. This was an entrance, and there was a counter for what was spacious and a couch for waiting.

Three men and women who were on the couch turn their gaze to Nino in haste.

But their surprise quickly turned into frustration.

"What have you done, Nino?"

I said, he was a man with gray hair that would be over 40.

"Father, I heard something went wrong..."

Compared to the three of us, it was obviously Nino, who was one and two steps down as an outfit, but although he's out of breath, he's not afraid to head towards the three of us.

"Hey, is anybody here! The outsiders are in trouble. The outsiders!

He was throwing his feet at the table, a man with bad manners roughing up his voice. He seemed the closest age to Nino, but five would still be up there.

The men tell me, and the guard-like men who stood on the wall are bewildered.

and there,

"... Fine, nothing. Even Nino has nothing to do with this."

In so doing, the woman with the dark lipstick laughed.

This thick cosmetic woman would be about half her age with a guy with gray hair and a guy with bad manners.

The three of them had a similar appearance somewhere —— the last of which would be the eagle nose.

"The Great Pinch of Count Zepetta, our father. I need to join forces with my family (...)?

"Sister-in-law Filino, please tell me what happened"

Nino stared at Filino, a woman with dark lipstick, as she stopped at a distance from the couch.

These three were Nino's brothers. Except he's my half-brother.

Only Nino is the son of a concubine, and his father is a man of the nobility of the "Count".

"Hey, sis."

"Shut up, Grano. Nino has a right to know."

The man with bad manners, Grano, wanted to say something to Filino, but he stopped talking when he saw her hazy mouth.

"Nino, your father was captured by the Kingsguard. He was guilty of entering the bedroom of his noble daughter, who was his biological daughter."

"Become... did your father do that? Sure, there was something rampant about women's relationships..."

"'Don't lay hands on your biological daughter,' that's what my father taught you."

Tralino, a grey-haired man with arms and a nod to yeah.

The teachings are irrelevant, but they nod as if they were important.

"I can't believe such a father would fulfill his hand on an unmarried aristocratic woman..."

"Impossible, I think so. Hey, Nino? Maybe it's rigged."

"What!?"

"If your father had his hands on the nobleman's biological daughter, your father would have done well not to get caught by a Kingsguard or something."

"I promise you that."

Tralino nods. It is a futile sense of trust.

"As you know, your father got himself out of business. So many spicy artists who planted coconuts and built wealth in areas said to be uncomfortable for pioneering, and whose accomplishments were recognized and taken up by the Baron, or who have emerged and gotten to countenance."

"I know that very well."

Nino agrees.

Because I admire my father like that, Nino is also working hard as a merchant again.

"But in the aristocratic world, a lot of people fool around saying that my father is just a 'grower'."

"Oh no..."

"This time, a lot of problems meshed, and my father was raised."

"No, you're wrong..."

"Right, you're wrong."

Filino approaches by Nino, who makes a grip on the cucumber. The scent of the strong perfume she was wearing came through.

"Your father must have managed to get a chance to explain himself. I'm not the one who can get caught up in this."

"That, of course, would be. But what, we can't do anything either!

"I've been waiting for that word!

Pan, and Filino, who slapped his hand, took both hands of Nino.

"In fact, in three days, there will be an inquisition for your father's clarification. On the spot, besides your father, you're allowed to defend your flesh and blood."

"Oh, my God! So, Sister-in-law Filino... No, Brother Tralino, will you be in the defense?

"I don't know, I was in trouble."

said Filino, who made the eyebrows a "c" lettering.

"All our brothers, we have a very important business meeting that day. We don't want to be in the Inquisition either, but if you're a father, don't you think you'd say you prioritize making money over your defense or something?

"I'm sure that's what you said"

"But no one is going to be questioned..."

"I'm here."

"Huh?"

"Here, here I am. Can you forgive me for going to the Inquisition? On the spot, I want to defend your father!

"Nino... you be good"

Filino muddled his eyes, but it didn't have anything teary on its fingers.

"Then I'll ask you. Take this to the Inquisition."

Filino handed it to Nino with a letter that had been placed on the table and had been sealed by the Kingsguard.

"Okay. I'm a single-digit man in the Zepetta family, but I always do it for my father."

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you, too."

"Yes!"

When Nino sealed the seal, his nose also left rough.

"... Huh?

It was Grano who shook it off.

"Yes, do you mind, sister. Leave it to him! And there's no such thing as an important business meeting!?"

"It's okay. Hey, Brother Tralino?

"Mm-hmm. If you say bad things at the Inquisition, we're in danger, too. In that regard, he is a concubine. Sometimes we get tired even if something happens."

"Mostly, it's all been set up, isn't it? The Inquisition is such a decoration. Your father is often deprived of his aristocracy, and if it's bad, he's condemned to death."

"Whew... seriously?

To Filino's words, Grano blues his face.

"Your father owes me this chamber of commerce, but I can't risk my own life."

This chamber of commerce for aristocrats, the son of a righteous wife, had been ceded by their father to the great shops of many cities.

"Your father, too, is too bad for the person who put his hands on you... I heard you lost your right minister, didn't you? You've been so good, you've chosen the wrong person."

"Sounds like... we can even cover the worst and worst, the Chamber of Commerce"

"That's right. You better hide the golden-eyed stuff."

"Wow, okay, I will"

Filino told me, and Grano, with a blue face, stood up.

"Bye. I'll see you when it's almost cold."

Following that, Tralino leaves the store, too.

"Nevertheless, I never wanted to leave the Inquisition...... I'm glad Nino was there ~. If no one of my flesh parents answered, I'd be blamed for that, too, but it's true that it would be my concubine's child. Father's child. I'm sorry about this. Well, hey."

Filino gets up.

"I'll leave this shop to you for a while and leave the Imperial Capital for a moment. Let's do that."