Maybe it's because it rained heavily last night.

Even at ten o'clock in the morning, it was not warm on the streets of Roseburg.

The servants of the Viscount Palace were taken away and dismissed. Annan and Salvatore could not find a coachman to take them out.

Fortunately, the Viscount's Palace is not far from the tax collector Rum Notdam's residence.

Annan and I are not the kind of pretentious people.

They can stroll by if they take a walk.

"Don't you need to worry about your guards? They did a great job last night."

Salvatore said casually.

Annan just chuckled: "They must not be awake yet."

"...It's already almost noon, isn't it?"

Salvatore turned around in surprise and looked at his companions: "Are you so lenient with them?"

"No, I just guess... they must have had a bad sleep last night when they went back."

The little lord with black hair and blue eyes looked at Salvatore with a smile.

He stayed up all night watching them type copies.

I also watched them turn off the live broadcast this morning, and each one went offline like dumplings...

Seeing Annan's appearance, Salvatore raised his eyebrows slightly: "You look very confident."

"Yes, do you want to take a gamble?"

"Don't think me a fool, Don Juan."

Salvatore sneered: "Since you are so confident, I won't be fooled."

Annan looked at Salvatore with some surprise.

I didn't expect this guy to be so clear-headed and decisive at such an irrelevant time...

Or……

"——So you're not stupid."

Annan praised.

Salvatore suddenly became angry and said: "Shit, what are you talking about, you shorty?"

Because of course——

In such small matters, Salvatore usually followed Shadow's advice.

Breathing the fresh air, Annan took a deep breath and felt a little happy.

Yesterday was quite a long day.

This is especially true for Annan.

Killing Gerald, killing Justin and Viscount Barbour, and then happily watching them kneeling all night, I got up at six in the morning and refreshed another book...

He was truly tired after a day and a night, his mind was still spinning, and his body only slept for an hour and a half.

This day was really too fulfilling.

Damn it, do I have to make up for all the overtime I owed in my previous life...

"Ah sneeze!"

Salvatore sneezed.

It had just rained, and the December sea breeze in the North Sea made Salvatore's body tremble slightly.

"are you cold?"

Annan asked with some concern: "I can give you my clothes."

Seeing this minor who was more than a head shorter than himself ask with such concern, Salvatore was obviously a little angry: "Thank you Don Juan, but no, I'm not that cold yet -

"And it's already here!"

Following his gaze, Annan saw a medium-sized mansion.

It is about the size of a modern single-family villa, with two floors. The green-black stone walls are covered with some kind of "creeper"-like plants. The courtyard is very small, and some plants can be seen through the iron railings.

vegetable.

It seems that this house has been lived in for at least thirty or forty years.

It's quite old.

"...Where are their servants?"

There's something strange about Salvatore.

He walked forward and shouted: "Is anyone home?"

The strange thing is that there is no response inside.

"Aren't you at home... huh?"

Salvatore was a little confused and wanted to check the door lock.

But they found that the lock of the iron door had been broken from the outside and the door was not locked.

The two of them looked at each other and keenly sensed something was wrong.

He opened the iron door directly and walked in.

If it weren't for the two of them being noble enough... it would be entirely possible for them to be regarded as thieves or robbers.

But luckily.

The two of them didn't need to worry about anything at this time. They just opened the iron door and walked in. Before entering, Salvatore specially closed the iron door... to prevent anyone from following them in.

"Notdam?"

"Are you there, Rum!"

The two of them shouted.

The door to the hall is not closed either.

But until I walked into the hall, no one responded.

Even in the whole house, there was no breath of life. There was a light layer of gray on the furniture and the floor.

"...Are you sure his home is here?"

Annan frowned slightly and walked quickly in front, holding the satchel around his waist with his right hand - the trustworthy Mr. Boning Knife was inside at the ready.

He vaguely sensed something was wrong, but for the moment he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Has his whole family gone out?"

Salvatore, who was following Annan, frowned slightly and murmured in a low voice.

He habitually closed the door of the main hall.

"--careful!"

Annan's pupils shrank instantly.

He noticed almost immediately that a strange, rich danger was coming from nowhere.

A cold feeling penetrated his heart, seeping from his back and neck. Annan's whole body seemed to be immersed in ice water, as if his whole body was bound, and he could not move at all.

Annan and Salvatore looked at each other, and quickly confirmed from Salvatore's eyes full of panic and uneasiness, bags and dark circles under his eyes, that this guy didn't know what was going on...

"...I think they will come, Meimei."

A somewhat familiar voice came from the next room.

That was the voice of Rum Notdam.

"It's impossible, Rum. I'm just being polite to you... How busy are those two big shots?"

This is a woman's voice.

It sounds very capable and a bit aggressive.

Moreover, Annan could roughly tell that she was not in a very good mood now and was very irritable.

"You want me to say...hey?"

At this moment, the woman walked into the hall.

Seeing Annan and Salvatore appear here, she was obviously shocked.

Annan immediately noticed——

This is a pregnant woman. It can be seen from the bulge of her abdomen that she is ready to give birth at any time.

The moment he looked at her, Annan immediately showed a pure and gentle smile and saluted the woman: "Madam, good morning. As you can see, I am Don Juan Geraint——
To be continued...