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Chapter 88.2: Time to Hunt (7)
Thats how it came to be, Your Grace Duke.
Johans accusation was met with a look of surprise and understanding from Duke, who nodded.
.
Achladda grumbled inwardly. Even in this situation, the Duke showed no change in expression. He had expected at least some panic or anger. . .
However, contrary to Achladdas thoughts, the Duke was truly astonished.
How dare someone commit such fraud at his event!
It was unclear whether it was audacity, fearlessness, or sheer madness.
Boriska was rather fortunate. He died at the hands of a monster.
Had he returned alive, he would have been paraded through the city on horseback, naked, before heading to the gallows.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Why didnt you spread this truth? The people outside think Sir Boriska died honorably.
Its Your Graces event, and as an outsider who came from afar, how could I dare to judge and punish? Its rightfully within Your Graces authority.
.
Achladda thought so. There were two types of flattery: one ineffective when known and the other effective even when known. The current situation was the latter.
The Duke nodded his head.
With those words, Duke greatly elevated his opinion of Johan.
Remarkable. To have such a knight. . .
It was surprising that, in addition to bravery in battle, such a young knight could make political considerations.
Another young knight would have beheaded Boriska, mounted his head on a spear, and paraded around shouting.
Envious!
Those who held positions and worked around the Duke were either from lower noble families with long ties to the Brduhe family or from noble families that needed political consideration.
Though an outsider with none of these connections, the Duke wanted to entrust Johan with a position.
It was greed for his capabilities, but. . .
More than anything, he was curious.
As a feudal lord who had governed people for a long time, he was curious about the extent of this young knights skill he had rashly judged.
Having made his decision, Duke stood up. He had a look of deep emotion, with tears glistening in his eyes.
Sir Johan. Thank you. Im grateful!
He embraced Johan heartily. It wasnt a special calculation but a habit formed over a long time.
Subordinates are deeply moved by a single tear and commit their lives.
Why not use this method, much cheaper and more effective than gold or silver coins?
.
Achladda had to bite his lip to suppress laughter. Johans expression was too indifferent. Sir Knight was indeed a never-tiring companion.
Achladda said in a flustered voice. Such a reaction there?
Does it taste bad?
No. . . Its not that. Im just surprised by the overly generous treatment.
Ah. Is that what you meant.
It was a great honor to have a meal with the Duke, even on a non-special occasion.
That means he thinks highly of you!
Its not surprising. Perhaps hes trying to completely win us over.
Win us over?
Ah. Dont you use this expression? It means to be completely charmed.
Achladda almost teased, ?
But then, he realized it wasnt something only applicable to Euclyia.
Just like the quiet and reticent Euclyia seemed charmed, other warriors also trusted and followed this knight from outside, as if they had known him for years. Achladda himself included.
It was the same during the hunt. When Johan said to scatter and surround, no one doubted and dispersed.
Meanwhile, the Duke was talking to the Gamekeeper at that time.
The knights who were to return had already started coming back. The Duke had to choose the knight who performed the best in the hunt.
. . .How was this caught?
!
The Duke, looking at the prey, asked an obvious question.
The body of the Werewolf King, without a single injury!
Among the bodies of monsters covered in blood and wounds, the pure white, unscathed werewolf stood out notably.
The Gamekeeper sighed and then knelt down.
Your Grace, Duke! I apologize for my lack of ability. . . I couldnt figure it out. I am ashamed before you.
Its alright. I know your skills.
The Duke, instead, patted the Gamekeepers shoulder. The Gamekeeper teared up, moved.
.
The Duke thought so internally. He had no personal grudge against the Gamekeeper, but his incompetence was unforgivable.
The Quartermaster boasted about bringing in good meat last time, so lets use that. Shall I instruct the chef to showcase his skills?
Upon the Stewards words, the Duke nodded. Allowing the chef to show off his skills would naturally lead to conversations. Managing such minor details was also the Stewards role.
Call the young Brduhes as well. It would be pitiful to only deal with the ragamuffins.
Yes.
The Steward nodded without showing his feelings. Calling the children as well must mean they really pleased him.
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Chapter 88.2: Time to Hunt (7)
Thats how it came to be, Your Grace Duke.
Johans accusation was met with a look of surprise and understanding from Duke, who nodded.
.
Achladda grumbled inwardly. Even in this situation, the Duke showed no change in expression. He had expected at least some panic or anger. . .
However, contrary to Achladdas thoughts, the Duke was truly astonished.
How dare someone commit such fraud at his event!
It was unclear whether it was audacity, fearlessness, or sheer madness.
Boriska was rather fortunate. He died at the hands of a monster.
Had he returned alive, he would have been paraded through the city on horseback, naked, before heading to the gallows.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Why didnt you spread this truth? The people outside think Sir Boriska died honorably.
Its Your Graces event, and as an outsider who came from afar, how could I dare to judge and punish? Its rightfully within Your Graces authority.
.
Achladda thought so. There were two types of flattery: one ineffective when known and the other effective even when known. The current situation was the latter.
The Duke nodded his head.
With those words, Duke greatly elevated his opinion of Johan.
Remarkable. To have such a knight. . .
It was surprising that, in addition to bravery in battle, such a young knight could make political considerations.
Another young knight would have beheaded Boriska, mounted his head on a spear, and paraded around shouting.
Envious!
Those who held positions and worked around the Duke were either from lower noble families with long ties to the Brduhe family or from noble families that needed political consideration.
Though an outsider with none of these connections, the Duke wanted to entrust Johan with a position.
It was greed for his capabilities, but. . .
More than anything, he was curious.
As a feudal lord who had governed people for a long time, he was curious about the extent of this young knights skill he had rashly judged.
Having made his decision, Duke stood up. He had a look of deep emotion, with tears glistening in his eyes.
Sir Johan. Thank you. Im grateful!
He embraced Johan heartily. It wasnt a special calculation but a habit formed over a long time.
Subordinates are deeply moved by a single tear and commit their lives.
Why not use this method, much cheaper and more effective than gold or silver coins?
.
Achladda had to bite his lip to suppress laughter. Johans expression was too indifferent. Sir Knight was indeed a never-tiring companion.
Achladda said in a flustered voice. Such a reaction there?
Does it taste bad?
No. . . Its not that. Im just surprised by the overly generous treatment.
Ah. Is that what you meant.
It was a great honor to have a meal with the Duke, even on a non-special occasion.
That means he thinks highly of you!
Its not surprising. Perhaps hes trying to completely win us over.
Win us over?
Ah. Dont you use this expression? It means to be completely charmed.
Achladda almost teased, ?
But then, he realized it wasnt something only applicable to Euclyia.
Just like the quiet and reticent Euclyia seemed charmed, other warriors also trusted and followed this knight from outside, as if they had known him for years. Achladda himself included.
It was the same during the hunt. When Johan said to scatter and surround, no one doubted and dispersed.
Meanwhile, the Duke was talking to the Gamekeeper at that time.
The knights who were to return had already started coming back. The Duke had to choose the knight who performed the best in the hunt.
. . .How was this caught?
!
The Duke, looking at the prey, asked an obvious question.
The body of the Werewolf King, without a single injury!
Among the bodies of monsters covered in blood and wounds, the pure white, unscathed werewolf stood out notably.
The Gamekeeper sighed and then knelt down.
Your Grace, Duke! I apologize for my lack of ability. . . I couldnt figure it out. I am ashamed before you.
Its alright. I know your skills.
The Duke, instead, patted the Gamekeepers shoulder. The Gamekeeper teared up, moved.
.
The Duke thought so internally. He had no personal grudge against the Gamekeeper, but his incompetence was unforgivable.
The Quartermaster boasted about bringing in good meat last time, so lets use that. Shall I instruct the chef to showcase his skills?
Upon the Stewards words, the Duke nodded. Allowing the chef to show off his skills would naturally lead to conversations. Managing such minor details was also the Stewards role.
Call the young Brduhes as well. It would be pitiful to only deal with the ragamuffins.
Yes.
The Steward nodded without showing his feelings. Calling the children as well must mean they really pleased him.
Chapter 88.2: Time to Hunt 7Thats how it came to be, Your Grace Duke.Johans accusation was met with a look of surprise and understanding from Duke, who nodded..Achladda grumbled inwardly. Even in this situation, the Duke showed no change in expression. He had expected at least some panic or anger. . .However, contrary to Achladdas thoughts, the Duke was truly astonished.How dare someone commit such fraud at his event!It was unclear whether it was audacity, fearlessness, or sheer madness.Boriska was rather fortunate. He died at the hands of a monster.Had he returned alive, he would have been paraded through the city on horseback, naked, before heading to the gallows.Updated from novelbIn.comWhy didnt you spread this truth? The people outside think Sir Boriska died honorably.Its Your Graces event, and as an outsider who came from afar, how could I dare to judge and punish? Its rightfully within Your Graces authority..Achladda thought so. There were two types of flattery: one ineffective when known and the other effective even when known. The current situation was the latter.The Duke nodded his head.With those words, Duke greatly elevated his opinion of Johan.Remarkable. To have such a knight. . .It was surprising that, in addition to bravery in battle, such a young knight could make political considerations.Another young knight would have beheaded Boriska, mounted his head on a spear, and paraded around shouting.Envious!Those who held positions and worked around the Duke were either from lower noble families with long ties to the Brduhe family or from noble families that needed political consideration.Though an outsider with none of these connections, the Duke wanted to entrust Johan with a position.It was greed for his capabilities, but. . .More than anything, he was curious.As a feudal lord who had governed people for a long time, he was curious about the extent of this young knights skill he had rashly judged.Having made his decision, Duke stood up. He had a look of deep emotion, with tears glistening in his eyes.Sir Johan. Thank you. Im grateful!He embraced Johan heartily. It wasnt a special calculation but a habit formed over a long time.Subordinates are deeply moved by a single tear and commit their lives.Why not use this method, much cheaper and more effective than gold or silver coins?.Achladda had to bite his lip to suppress laughter. Johans expression was too indifferent. Sir Knight was indeed a never-tiring companion.Achladda said in a flustered voice. Such a reaction there?Does it taste bad?No. . . Its not that. Im just surprised by the overly generous treatment.Ah. Is that what you meant.It was a great honor to have a meal with the Duke, even on a non-special occasion.That means he thinks highly of you!Its not surprising. Perhaps hes trying to completely win us over.Win us over?Ah. Dont you use this expression? It means to be completely charmed.Achladda almost teased, ?But then, he realized it wasnt something only applicable to Euclyia.Just like the quiet and reticent Euclyia seemed charmed, other warriors also trusted and followed this knight from outside, as if they had known him for years. Achladda himself included.It was the same during the hunt. When Johan said to scatter and surround, no one doubted and dispersed.Meanwhile, the Duke was talking to the Gamekeeper at that time.The knights who were to return had already started coming back. The Duke had to choose the knight who performed the best in the hunt.. . .How was this caught?!The Duke, looking at the prey, asked an obvious question.The body of the Werewolf King, without a single injury!Among the bodies of monsters covered in blood and wounds, the pure white, unscathed werewolf stood out notably.The Gamekeeper sighed and then knelt down.Your Grace, Duke! I apologize for my lack of ability. . . I couldnt figure it out. I am ashamed before you.Its alright. I know your skills.The Duke, instead, patted the Gamekeepers shoulder. The Gamekeeper teared up, moved..The Duke thought so internally. He had no personal grudge against the Gamekeeper, but his incompetence was unforgivable.The Quartermaster boasted about bringing in good meat last time, so lets use that. Shall I instruct the chef to showcase his skills?Upon the Stewards words, the Duke nodded. Allowing the chef to show off his skills would naturally lead to conversations. Managing such minor details was also the Stewards role.Call the young Brduhes as well. It would be pitiful to only deal with the ragamuffins.Yes.The Steward nodded without showing his feelings. Calling the children as well must mean they really pleased him.
