The Blood Knight's Villains

Chapter 323

My Villains Episode 323

57. Introduction (4)

The Marquis of Eabon asked me to impregnate my illegitimate son and young wife, Panabel, and kindly gave me time to think about it.

“You’d better make a decision as soon as possible. It would be less cumbersome in many ways if I finished the work before going out.”

I managed to get my confused mind back and exited the exhibition room, and returned to the detached palace guided by an expressionless attendant.

...ha what about this.

The Marquis’ proposal was truly insane.

But it’s true that it’s a waste to just ignore it and say, “Hey, crazy guy.”

The title and gold coins of the territory were also quite coveted, but it

would be difficult to convert the value of an army of 1,500 including 500 of the Ariaga family’s privates.

...If my body is not that precious, and if I can get an army with just a few sexes, isn’t it a business that makes a lot of money?

Moreover, the Marquis’s wife, Panabel, is a young woman in her early to mid-twenties. It’s not as good as Ellen or Mungchi, but she has a cute face in her own way, so it doesn’t seem like it would be particularly difficult to mix with her.

I shook my head and continued my thoughts as the imagination that had jumped out in a different direction was about to unfold in earnest.

It was not very pleasant to eat with someone else’s wife, whatever the price.

Although he had an affair with the married woman Dionea, the case was a little different. It was only after Baron Mallory was reported dead that he had gone missing.

Also, from the start, Mallory was a spoiled brat, both as a husband and as a human being. He was an incompetent bastard who often beat up his wife, who was about 20 years younger than me.

Looking at it objectively, it was my credit that Dionea, with its bruised wrist and torn lips, pitiful drooping eyes and timid expression, bloomed like a fresh flower. I was so happy when she, who had always had a dark complexion, spoke out confidently with a bright expression.

I was lost in memories for a while.

The woman who was frightened and shrunk even with a light hug gradually grew up and kissed her softly, reaching out her hand first and shaking her waist hard- “

Kuhm.”

Again, he coughed out the flesh-colored images that filled his head.

...Ha why am I like this. Is it dissatisfaction?

Just thinking about it, it was worth it. Since I left Longville in September, I haven’t had much trouble in the past four months.

Of course, Ellen had slept with her for three days before crossing the portal. But he had no experience, and because of the weight difference between me and me, he only did it three or four times

. A cool breeze filled the room.

The place where I was sitting was the small hall of the detached palace. Looking out the window, I could see a high wall to the left and a thick forest to the right.

There was a wisteria-topped pergola at the entrance of the forest, and an unexpected pair sat across from each other under it.

“Utequai?”

The Great Warrior of the grassland, who had been painting on a pedestal, looked back and raised his hand.

“Oh Phoenix. Why are you there?”

“Well, I sat there for a while to wait for the kids who were running errands. Why do you

...

“Your Excellency Count.”

“kyung.”

Earl Oss greeted him with a gentle nod, then scratched his cheek. “

I met Lord Hatanka by

chance while walking in the forest to catch some wind .”

“I see.”

“I was going to go in soon, but after watching Hatan Ka’s workmanship, it’s already time.”

Utequai captured the Marquis’ Palace, the forest, and the cloudless sky on canvas.

A berserker with tattoos all over his body completes a beautiful landscape while holding a precious black pencil. It might look quite exotic to someone who doesn’t know it, but it was a familiar scene for me.

“...a great skill. Aside from the peculiarity of the painting style, it has a charm that draws attention.” To the admiration of the boy count, the Great Warrior replied with a snort.

“Hong, to be honest, it’s the most worthless of the talents my mother gave me.”

“It’s worthless...

Os, who had shining eyes mixed with admiration or envy, asked quietly with a bitter smile.

“Did you know Lord Phoenix? The fact that Lord Hatan Ka has such a rare talent.”

“Sure. He’s a guy who draws when he’s bored,

so how could he not know?”

I continued with my chin resting on the window sill.

“Are you going to stay sitting there when the wind is cold? Come in and look at the other paintings.”

“What if it’s another picture?”

“A painting by Utequai. He has a bizarre habit of drawing the best and then burning it at the end, so I keep all the completed paintings.”

“I hope so.”

As Oss cast a questioning glance, Outequai said in a grave tone.

“It is useless to show off. The meaning lies in making it happen.”

“...what is going on?”

Osu, who had a puzzled expression on his face, suddenly looked back at the setting sun and sighed.

“It’s already time... I’m grateful for your suggestion, but I have to go back now. Ha, my grandfather said let’s have dinner together.”

“Oh, you see.” “...

Can I see

She shrugged her shoulders with an expression of ‘I can’t believe that’.

“Of course, I turned my jaw at random. How many people did that, so they left me out. I thought about chasing after him, but I thought it would be a headache for no reason, so I just returned.”

“What bullshit. If the kid was hit, I should have caught one or two. They said they just let it go?”

As I raised my voice slightly, Dervish glanced under his nose.

“There was a cathedral nearby.”

“What is a cathedral?”

“I was so embarrassed that they were talking nonsense in the name of light... And Golman begged me to just let him go.”

He scratched his eyebrows and looked back at the goal. The guy who looked like a defeated soldier shook his shoulders.

I sighed and asked in a soft voice.

“Did you know them?”

“...yes.”

“who?”

“That’s it...

As Gollman lingered for a moment, the ponytail Fritz standing on one side

slashed him in the back of the head.

“Uguk”

“You bastard. Did you get beaten embarrassingly and then you couldn’t speak properly?”

As Fritz growled, distorting the scar on his cheek, Goleman’s calf-like eyes dropped.

I gestured at Fritz and asked Gollman again.

“who?”

“...The candlemakers are members of the guild.”

“A candlemaker’s guild? The candlemaker’s guild that you belonged to in the past?”

Goleman quickly nodded.

“...so you mean.”

I leaned back on the backrest and put together Golman’s explanation.

“Your uncle was framed for practicing unclean magic and was taken to a church to die, and you also became a target?”

“yes yes. you’re right.”

“...No matter how you do it, it’s not you who got framed, it’s your maternal uncle. You’re just that nephew. But as if they waited like this, dozens of people came and tried to harm you?”

Goleman said with a little tear.

“People think I am the target of my uncle’s sorcery.”

“why?”

“That...

He rubbed his forehead with his head down.

“Actually, my uncle was trying to cure me.”

“therapy?”

“yes. There is a disease passed down through my mother’s bloodline, and my uncle tried to cure it by mobilizing all sorts of slander, claiming that it had manifested itself in me.”

“But among those slanders, was there any unclean sorcery?”

“No sir- that was just superstition. It had no effect.”

“Hmm.”

I crossed my arms and asked again.

“I just can’t figure out what the hell it is. What is that disease?”

“I don’t know either. I just know that, unluckily, the disease only developed in me among my brothers.”

I narrowed my eyebrows at that meaningful nuance.

“You mean your uncle said that, or are you really saying that the genetic disease or something is manifested?”

“My uncle said so, and he actually has strange symptoms, so I’m assuming he’s sick.”

“Strange symptoms?”

Golman hesitated to speak, but Fritz strode towards him. Then, Golman, startled, quickly opened his mouth.

“I have a little bit of night vision.”

“...You say your eyes are bright at night?”

“to. And when you look at it in the dark, your eyes look a little weird.”

What is this again?

“Turn off the light.”

As the men extinguished the candles and drew the curtains to block out the sunset, I peered closely into Goleman’s light brown eyes.

“...It’s strange, what’s wrong” The eyes, which had increased black areas due to the dilation of the iris, suddenly turned white.

“-uh?”

Soon, the boundary disappeared, and the all-white eyes began to shine in the dark. The light was dim enough that you wouldn’t notice it unless you looked closely... but it was clear that something was odd about it.

“...Princess. Bring Princess Theodora.”

I looked into Goleman’s eyes and quickly added.

“Lord Kabar and Mr. Okan too. Right now.”

At my whisper, several of my subordinates stormed out of the room out of the darkness.