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Chapter 97.2: Good Children (9)
The people who came to the place had expressions of ignorance. Johan smiled satisfactorily. Soon they would also know how silent Repiata-gong is.
You guys should suffer too!
The knights and mercenary captains were cautious with tense faces. They had already heard the rumors. They had to be more careful, especially since it was the dukes lineage.
However, Johan missed something. This was not a private meeting, but a banquet to be enjoyed with others.
After Repiata briefly praised and the wine went around a few times, the mercenary captains started talking among themselves. They praised Repiata, the Brduhe family, and insulted the traitors of the city.
Repiata didnt need to speak. The mercenaries did the talking for him, agreeing and responding among themselves.
.
There was no reason to be angry about this, but Johan felt unfairly aggrieved. Caenerna kicked his foot and asked.
Is there a problem?
No. Its nothing serious.
Then it would be good to talk a bit.
Its a place where it doesnt matter if you dont talk.
Johans words sounded arrogant, but they were true. All the mercenaries and knights present knew who had crossed the city walls.
People with less to their name talked more here, while those with more accomplishments sat quietly as praises came to them naturally.
? ?
Johan was puzzled. The magistrate sat next to him, looking like a major criminal.
Normally, such a person should be imprisoned, at least under house arrest.
. ?
Johan couldnt know the discussions within the family. If the Brduhe family intended to keep the magistrate alive to govern the city, that must be the reason.
The magistrate had lost most of his possessions, but cooperating was still better than dying completely.
.
Karamaf, who had been rolling around in the corner gnawing on meat, came over and tugged at Johans pants.
Johan was deep in thought. He wanted to force an answer through strength, but he was not sure about the other party.
?
It made sense for Karamaf to bark if the maid was emitting a suspicious smell. But could that smell have been a misunderstanding? Working in the kitchen handling various ingredients, one could get smells on them.
?
Staring intently at the maid, Johan hesitated. The flesh showing through her torn sleeve, where a snake-like mark appeared.
Johan almost instinctively whispered.
Nessus?
At that moment, the maids eyes transformed. Karamaf fiercely barked, attempting to sink its teeth and claws into the maids neck.
But the maids movements were much faster. In her hand, which should have been empty, was a needle-shaped dagger.
< >!
Recalling the technique he learned from Kaegal, Johan grabbed the maids wrist. The enemys eyes turned to astonishment.
If Kaegal had seen it, he would have scolded, , but Johan was not Kaegal. He had no intention of just killing the opponent.
I swear to God, I dont intend to kill you. I have something to ask!
The maids face melted away, transforming into that of a middle-aged man, similar to a servants face nearby. Johan realized that face belonged to the servant next to him.
?!
Kaegal hadnt taught him that!
Johan, feeling a bit wronged, tightly gripped the assassin to prevent escape. The assassin was shocked by Johans strength. He had tried to dislocate his joints to escape, but there was no chance for that.
Is this really human strength?
At that moment, mercenaries wielding swords burst into the kitchen.
Nobody move! Move and youll be killed.
. . .Who are you guys?
Shit. . . Didnt I say theres no need to deal with this?!
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Chapter 97.2: Good Children (9)
The people who came to the place had expressions of ignorance. Johan smiled satisfactorily. Soon they would also know how silent Repiata-gong is.
You guys should suffer too!
The knights and mercenary captains were cautious with tense faces. They had already heard the rumors. They had to be more careful, especially since it was the dukes lineage.
However, Johan missed something. This was not a private meeting, but a banquet to be enjoyed with others.
After Repiata briefly praised and the wine went around a few times, the mercenary captains started talking among themselves. They praised Repiata, the Brduhe family, and insulted the traitors of the city.
Repiata didnt need to speak. The mercenaries did the talking for him, agreeing and responding among themselves.
.
There was no reason to be angry about this, but Johan felt unfairly aggrieved. Caenerna kicked his foot and asked.
Is there a problem?
No. Its nothing serious.
Then it would be good to talk a bit.
Its a place where it doesnt matter if you dont talk.
Johans words sounded arrogant, but they were true. All the mercenaries and knights present knew who had crossed the city walls.
People with less to their name talked more here, while those with more accomplishments sat quietly as praises came to them naturally.
? ?
Johan was puzzled. The magistrate sat next to him, looking like a major criminal.
Normally, such a person should be imprisoned, at least under house arrest.
. ?
Johan couldnt know the discussions within the family. If the Brduhe family intended to keep the magistrate alive to govern the city, that must be the reason.
The magistrate had lost most of his possessions, but cooperating was still better than dying completely.
.
Karamaf, who had been rolling around in the corner gnawing on meat, came over and tugged at Johans pants.
Johan was deep in thought. He wanted to force an answer through strength, but he was not sure about the other party.
?
It made sense for Karamaf to bark if the maid was emitting a suspicious smell. But could that smell have been a misunderstanding? Working in the kitchen handling various ingredients, one could get smells on them.
?
Staring intently at the maid, Johan hesitated. The flesh showing through her torn sleeve, where a snake-like mark appeared.
Johan almost instinctively whispered.
Nessus?
At that moment, the maids eyes transformed. Karamaf fiercely barked, attempting to sink its teeth and claws into the maids neck.
But the maids movements were much faster. In her hand, which should have been empty, was a needle-shaped dagger.
< >!
Recalling the technique he learned from Kaegal, Johan grabbed the maids wrist. The enemys eyes turned to astonishment.
If Kaegal had seen it, he would have scolded, , but Johan was not Kaegal. He had no intention of just killing the opponent.
I swear to God, I dont intend to kill you. I have something to ask!
The maids face melted away, transforming into that of a middle-aged man, similar to a servants face nearby. Johan realized that face belonged to the servant next to him.
?!
Kaegal hadnt taught him that!
Johan, feeling a bit wronged, tightly gripped the assassin to prevent escape. The assassin was shocked by Johans strength. He had tried to dislocate his joints to escape, but there was no chance for that.
Is this really human strength?
At that moment, mercenaries wielding swords burst into the kitchen.
Nobody move! Move and youll be killed.
. . .Who are you guys?
Shit. . . Didnt I say theres no need to deal with this?!
Chapter 97.2: Good Children 9The people who came to the place had expressions of ignorance. Johan smiled satisfactorily. Soon they would also know how silent Repiata-gong is.You guys should suffer too!The knights and mercenary captains were cautious with tense faces. They had already heard the rumors. They had to be more careful, especially since it was the dukes lineage.However, Johan missed something. This was not a private meeting, but a banquet to be enjoyed with others.After Repiata briefly praised and the wine went around a few times, the mercenary captains started talking among themselves. They praised Repiata, the Brduhe family, and insulted the traitors of the city.Repiata didnt need to speak. The mercenaries did the talking for him, agreeing and responding among themselves..There was no reason to be angry about this, but Johan felt unfairly aggrieved. Caenerna kicked his foot and asked.Is there a problem?No. Its nothing serious.Then it would be good to talk a bit.Its a place where it doesnt matter if you dont talk.Johans words sounded arrogant, but they were true. All the mercenaries and knights present knew who had crossed the city walls.People with less to their name talked more here, while those with more accomplishments sat quietly as praises came to them naturally.? ?Johan was puzzled. The magistrate sat next to him, looking like a major criminal.Normally, such a person should be imprisoned, at least under house arrest.. ?Johan couldnt know the discussions within the family. If the Brduhe family intended to keep the magistrate alive to govern the city, that must be the reason.The magistrate had lost most of his possessions, but cooperating was still better than dying completely..Karamaf, who had been rolling around in the corner gnawing on meat, came over and tugged at Johans pants.Johan was deep in thought. He wanted to force an answer through strength, but he was not sure about the other party.?It made sense for Karamaf to bark if the maid was emitting a suspicious smell. But could that smell have been a misunderstanding? Working in the kitchen handling various ingredients, one could get smells on them.?Staring intently at the maid, Johan hesitated. The flesh showing through her torn sleeve, where a snake-like mark appeared.Johan almost instinctively whispered.Nessus?At that moment, the maids eyes transformed. Karamaf fiercely barked, attempting to sink its teeth and claws into the maids neck.But the maids movements were much faster. In her hand, which should have been empty, was a needle-shaped dagger. !Recalling the technique he learned from Kaegal, Johan grabbed the maids wrist. The enemys eyes turned to astonishment.If Kaegal had seen it, he would have scolded, , but Johan was not Kaegal. He had no intention of just killing the opponent.I swear to God, I dont intend to kill you. I have something to ask!The maids face melted away, transforming into that of a middle-aged man, similar to a servants face nearby. Johan realized that face belonged to the servant next to him.?!Kaegal hadnt taught him that!Johan, feeling a bit wronged, tightly gripped the assassin to prevent escape. The assassin was shocked by Johans strength. He had tried to dislocate his joints to escape, but there was no chance for that.Is this really human strength?At that moment, mercenaries wielding swords burst into the kitchen.Nobody move! Move and youll be killed.. . .Who are you guys?Shit. . . Didnt I say theres no need to deal with this?!
