My viins, episode 325


    , 57. Preface (6)


    “…the chieftain.”


    Even in this world, Sanghoes that provide basic financial services such as deposits, loans, and bill transactions are quitemon. However, they are not called banks.


    The only organization so called is the ‘bank’, rooted in the single kingdom of Mnol.


    Usually, Sanghoe provides financial services only to the powerful people rted to it, such as nobles and wealthy people.


    Banks, on the other hand, treat as customers all who swear to keep their contracts. In a word, it is said that no matter how much it is, if there is property, the promissory note will be cut off, and if there is coteral, the loan will be issued.


    Having said that, they seem to be easygoing people, but if the banks were really good, they wouldn’t have been able to have one big branch in every big city.


    “I don’t think they are cheating, but they are rather dangerous.”


    What Sergeant Prosecutor Umberta said with a worried expression represented the public perception of banks.


    “When I was in my hometown, I saw some people who were dirty with banks, but all of them ended badly.”


    “How bad was it?”


    “Variety. There were ship owners who did not pay their debts on time and were shipwrecked and robbed. There were also merchants whose families went missing after being visited by bankers while fooling around with bills.”


    “Apart from confiscation, what do you mean by disappearance?”


    “I’ve heard of this…. Those bastards sell their creditors all over the country in the east or far away in the desert.”


    “Do you sell?”


    “yes. as a ve.”


    I’ll have to listen to it with certainty, but in Umberta’s story, the organization called the bank was more than a mobster that puts out loans.


    If the debt isrge, even if you fly to another province or foreign country, you will be caught somehow and your skin will be peeled off.


    It was also said that it was thanks to their activities that the windows ofrge cities were filled, and that even nobles could not despise banks unless they were at the level of a great lord.


    There are even rumors that he continues to engage in bullying under the king’s connivance because he has been dealing with the royal family of Zeore for a long time.


    “…But the mayor here asked to see me?”


    ” yes.”


    “Why do they ask to see you?”


    “I just said that I have something to tell you closely. Judging by his position and appearance, he seemed like a high-ranking man in a bank.”


    “Hmm…


    I scratched my eyebrows for a while and then parted my lips.


    “…I don’t know, but it’s probably like a loan offer. Unlike the bank, I don’t have a rtionship.”


    “It could be.”


    “Let’s just ignore it. I don’t even need that ‘service’.”


    Umberta’s bronzed face showed an ambiguous expression.


    “But judging from the way he spoke, it didn’t sound like a formal greeting.”


    “That’s none of my business. And if you have a business, won’t your friendse to you first? We don’t have to run on our side first.”


    By the time the story ended, it was alreadyte. Gradually desperate to take a bath, I dismissed my men.


    “Oh wait. Fritz you stay.”


    “yes? Are you talking about me?”


    “uh.”


    He didn’t say anything else, but he crumpled his face at once. He must have expected me to nag or something.


    “What is it?”


    “What is it? If you just stay, stay.”


    As if the others had roughly the same idea, the menughed at Fritz as they left the hall. The wrinkles between his brows deepened.


    “I have nothing to impress. It’s because I have something else to do.”


    “…What do you mean?”


    “okay.”


    I shrugged and asked the guy.


    “Your kid came home beaten, but you can’t stay still.”


    “You mean Golman?”


    “uh. On the church side, Sir Kabar and Okan will take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about it.


    Fritz, who had been crumpling his face for a while, smiled broadly, distorting the scar on his cheek.


    “Hmm, actually, I was thinking something simr.”


    “I’m a guest, so let’s not be too noisy. If I move, you will be noticed, so you take a few kids and take care of it quickly ande back.”


    “All right. Why are they rushing around when the chowjang takes care of a few guys? I’ll be back soon.” “Sure. Take care that no one is killed or crippled.”


    Instead of answering, Fritz smiled and walked out of the hall as if there was something urgent.


    The detached pce was equipped with a luxurious marble bath.


    In the days of the ancient empire, public baths that could be used by dozens or hundreds of people at once were popr, but after hundreds of years, the trend seems to have changed a bit.


    The bathtub, which was paved with white marble, was spacious and luxurious, but it was designed for one person. The bath products and wine sses on the long railing of the bathtub were also for one person.


    The well-finished bathtub and gold ornaments engraved on the floor and wall mirrors were also unfamiliar, but the newest thing was the bathing service.


    I was a little taken aback when the young maids offered to help me in the bath. So I thought I would just refuse, but he told me to do whatever I want in order to have a new experience.


    but it wasn’t that bad


    It wasfortable tother up and wipe my body while I was lying still, and it was fun to see the naive maids pretending not to be so and secretly blushing. Anyway, I felt like I was treated, so I felt very good.


    If I had to pick one thing that I regretted, it was that the maids were not naked, but were wearing thin linen clothes. Well, thanks to the steam diligently soaking the cloth, it didn’t make much of a difference whether I wore clothes or not.


    No, it’s better to wear it-


    Um.


    Guided by a careful hand, I dried my hair, applied balm, changed my clothes, and headed to my room, but I ran into an unexpected person in the hallway.


    A youngdy in a milky white gown and a gray shawl over her shoulders.


    “…The Marquis?”


    “Oh sir.”


    It was Fanabel, the wife of the Marquis of Eabon. When I said my thanks with a shy face, the Marquis, who appeared with four or five maids and a maid, smiled lightly.


    “It looks like you areing from the bath, right?”


    “How did you know?”


    “It smells like a familiar rose. I know it well because it is the perfume I chose myself.”


    Panabel’s father, so the person known as the father was Count Jovian, the great lord of Oak Deli and the younger brother of Lionel III.


    So, even though the royal blood flowed in her, Fanabel’s hair was dark brown, not the light blonde that was the symbol of the royal family.


    The color of her hair can change depending on heredity, but because she unwillingly learned the dirty truth, Panabel’s brown hair felt a little meaningful. It was because it was the same color as the Marquis of Eavon.


    “kyung’?”


    “Ah, what are you doing here? It’ste…


    I asked while hiding my expression, and the Marquis answered while pretending to look around.


    “I’m here to see Miss He.”


    “Ha?”


    “I decided to show you some jewelry not long ago.”


    Saying that, Panabel’s eyes turned to the back. There, a young boot was carrying a jewelry box the size of a shoebox.


    Come to think of it, He became close friends with Panabel during the journey to Lianwell. It was her unique ‘secret sociability’.


    “Uh, by the way… He must be sleeping.”


    “Oh, are you already?”


    “yes. In fact, as soon as I arrived at the detached pce, I almost ran to the bedroom after taking a bath. It must have been a lot of fatigue


    .”


    “Oh yeah. Miss He sleeps a lot.”


    The Marquis of Panabel said with a sad face, ‘I can’t help it. I’ll have to show off my jewelry tomorrow,’ he murmured.


    “…ah.”


    She smiled gracefully and tried to turn around, but as if she had forgotten something, she turned around again.


    “And sir.”


    “yes?”


    For some reason, her cheeks were blushing, she hesitated for a moment before smiling lightly.


    “I heard that from His Excellency.”


    “You mean? what.”


    “That suggestion to you.”


    crazy. Marquis Eavon What the hell is this perverted old woman talking about to her wife- or daughter?


    Regardless of whether or not I was taken aback, Panabel continued to speak even though she was embarrassed.


    “I thought I should tell you something.”


    “What do you mean?”


    “That’s my doctor. If you’re concerned about it, you don’t have to.”


    …Eavon or Panabel seem to have a knack for making my mind go crazy.


    Should I call this a buchang-busi or a bujeon-yeojeon?


    “Of course I’ll have to keep it a secret from Miss He.”


    “…her.” While her mouth was open in a daze, the Marquis of Fanabel said ‘yes’ briefly and quickly left across the hallway.


    What the hell is the Marquis of Eavon doing?


    What kind of bullshit did you roast and boil your wife and daughter so that a wise wife would say something crazy like ‘If you’re thinking about taking me or not, don’t consider my doctor’?


    I managed to get my head together and finally returned to my bedroom.


    If arriving in the bedroom brought back peace, it wasn’t. It was because someone had been squashed with a nket wrapped around the corner of therge bed.


    “…is it a bunch?”


    “trunnion.”


    What was so sad about it was that his little lips were sticking out. The gaze looking up at him seemed to ask, ‘Why did youe here only now!’


    I unknowingly burst intoughter and sat down on the bed.


    “Since when have you been like this?”


    “From the beginning.”


    “When was the beginning? Ever since you came here?”


    Nodding – I found it so cute that his small face was moving vigorously, so I hugged him andid down on his back. The guy who harbored some sort of


    dissatisfaction,


    not knowing what it was, tried to resist my touch, but since his hand had already touched, resistance was meaningless. The wad was sucked into my arms and struggled limbs.


    “why? What are you upset about? For not ying with me?”


    “…I’m not mad…


    “Then? Why did a guy who normally gets around just fine by himself stay in his room all this time?”


    Instead of answering, he struggled, but as if he gave up, he buried his face under my neck and took a deep breath.


    “smell. It smells strange.”


    “…the smell. It should be the scent.”


    “It smells.”


    He rubbed his face against me again, whining something iprehensible, perhaps dissatisfied. Even so, the continuous sniffing seemed to be looking for a body odor other than that of roses.


    “Oooh.”


    “Why are you doing this all of a sudden? huh?” While soothing the bundle, I suddenly remembered how he had been particrly shaken right after arriving at Lianwell. I thought it was just a surprise at therge crowd, but it seems that I felt something more negative than that.


    “what’s the matter? Is it because you are anxious because there are too many people? Or do you have any bad memories of ces like this?”


    After calming down the frown for a while, Mungchi’s mouth opened again.


    “I am anxious.”


    “You are anxious. why?”


    “Someone… I think someone is watching.”


    “…Who do you think is watching? Do you feel that way?”


    “yes.”


    Ungchi recently reached level 32, and his agility reached a whopping 42 points.


    This level was practically equivalent to a superpower, so if something strange happened to the guy’s senses, the probability that it was an illusion was close to zero.


    Noticing that my expression was stiff, Mungchi continued to speak while hesitating.


    “I am not a person.”


    “Are you not a person? then?”


    “It’s a ghost.”


    “……ghost?”


    be a ghost


    It won’t be like a ghostly soul that ismonly thought of. I can detect that, and since there are Priest Okan and Princess Theodora, who are experts in exorcism, in our party, there is no way that a vengeful spirit will be idle.


    “It’s a wad. Can you tell me a little more?”


    “…I don’t know.”


    Mungchi spit out words he couldn’t understand and buried his face in my arms.


    He didn’t seem to be able to find the body odor he wanted, but he seemed satisfied with the warm body temperature and soft touch.


    Iforted him without knowing why.


    Moongchi fell asleep soundly like that, and after a while, I reached out for the sword belt I had left on the nightstand next to the bed.


    It was because the shadows were swaying in the dark corner of the bedroom where the candles couldn’t reach.


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