Chapter 127 The Old House

Maybe it was because of the heavy rain last night.

Even at ten in the morning, the streets of Roseburg were hardly warm.

The servants of the Viscount's House were taken away and dismissed, and Annan and Salvatore couldn't find a coachman who could send them out.

Fortunately, the palace of the Viscount was not far from the residence of the tax officer Rum Norddam.

Annan and the two are not that kind of hypocritical.

When they take a walk, they can stroll through.

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

Salvatore said casually.

Annan just chuckled: "They must not have woken up yet."

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

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

"No, it's just my guess... They must have slept badly when they went back last night."

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

He watched them play all night's dungeon all night.

I watched them close the live broadcast this morning, and they all went offline like Dumplings...

Seeing Annan like this, Salvatore raised his brows slightly: "You look very confident."

"Yeah, do you want to gamble?"

"Don't take me for a fool, Don Juan."

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

Annan looked at Salvatore in surprise.

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

Or……

"—So you're not stupid."

Annan exclaimed.

Salvatore suddenly became annoyed: "Shit, what are you talking about, dwarf?"

Because of course—

On small matters like this, Salvatore usually follows Shadow's advice.

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

Yesterday was quite a long day.

This is especially true for Annan.

After killing Gerald, killing Justin and Viscount Barr, and then happily watching them kneel all night, I got up at six o'clock in the morning and wrote another book...

He was really tired all day and night, his mind never stopped, and his body only slept for an hour and a half.

This day is really too full.

Damn, do I have to make up for the overtime I owed in my last life now...

"Ah!"

Salvatore sneezed.

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

"are you cold?"

Annan asked with some concern: "My clothes can be worn by you."

Looking at this minor who was more than a head shorter than him and asked with such concern, Salvatore was obviously a little embarrassed: "Thank you Don Juan but no, I'm not so cold--

"And, it's already here!"

Following his gaze, Annan saw a small mansion.

It is about the size of a modern single-family villa, with a two-story, blue-black stone wall covered with some kind of plant that resembles a "creeper". The courtyard is very small, and through the iron railings, you can see some vegetables growing in it.

It seemed that the house had been inhabited for at least thirty or forty years.

Very old.

"...What about their servants?"

Salvatore is a little weird.

He stepped forward and shouted, "Is anyone home?"

Strangely, there is no response in it.

"Aren't you home... eh?"

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

However, they found that the door lock of the iron door was broken from the outside, and the door was not locked.

The two of them looked at each other, keenly aware that something was wrong.

Just opened the iron door and walked in.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were noble enough... Even if they were regarded as thieves or robbers, it was entirely possible.

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 the door, Salvatore specially brought the iron door...to prevent anyone from following the two of them.

"Notre Dame?"

"Are you there, Rum!"

They both shouted.

The door to the hall was also closed.

But until entering the hall, no one responded.

Even in the whole house, there is no smell of strangers. The furniture and the floor were covered in a light ash.

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

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

He vaguely sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong for a while.

"Did he go out with the whole family?"

Salvatore, who followed Annan, frowned slightly and murmured.

As a habit, he took the door of the main hall with him.

"--careful!"

Annan's pupils shrank instantly.

He sensed almost immediately that a strange, dense danger was coming from out of nowhere.

A chill that penetrated his heart penetrated from his back and neck. Annan's whole body seemed to be immersed in ice water, as if his entire body was bound, unable to move at all.

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

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

A somewhat familiar voice came from the next room.

That was the voice that belonged to Rum Norddam.

"Impossible, Rum. They're just being polite to you... How busy are those two big men?"

It's a woman's voice.

Sounds very capable, and a little rushed.

And Annan can roughly judge that she is not in a good mood now, and she is very irritable.

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

Just then, the woman walked into the hall.

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

Annan immediately noticed—

This is a pregnant woman. It can be seen from the degree of the bulge of the abdomen that she is about to enter the state of labor at any time.

The moment he looked at her, Annan showed a pure and gentle smile and bowed to the woman: "Madame, good morning. As you can see, I am Don Juan Geraint-- This is Salvatore Heta.

"Mr. Notre Dame invited us to be a guest, so here we are. Another rudeness, the door was unlocked - and we came in."

"Yes," Salvatore also responded and added quickly, "We called twice from outside the door before... but no one opened the door."

"—Idiot, you shouldn't have said that!"

Shadow's low and hoarse voice sounded a little irritable in Salvatore's heart: "You have exposed everything, it seems that Don Juan is learning, what is acting! If you can't, let me come!"

Fuck off, I can't let you out...

Salvatore muttered inwardly.

Sure enough, as Shadow said. The pregnant woman glanced at Salvatore suspiciously - obviously, they did not hear Annan's call.

"It's also possible that our voices are too low," Annan raised his head, looked at the pregnant woman seriously, and made a crisp and tender voice, "After all, we are all guests. We can't be too noisy."

Maybe Annan's words were persuasive, or Annan's face softened her attitude subconsciously. The pregnant woman couldn't help showing a rare smile when she saw Annan's face: "Where, please sit down, Lord! And this A—Your Excellency the Mayor, right? I'll get you some tea... Rum, come out! The adults are here!"

After all, she called into the house.

Soon, Rum Notedam walked over in a panic.

He reluctantly put on more formal clothes, but the buttons were still not fully buttoned: "Sorry, I didn't expect you to come so early..."

Annan and Salvatore looked at each other.

That's right, that's exactly the Rum Norddam they saw last night.

But what just happened...

The two of them were a little wary.

Annan sat down following Notdam's instructions, and swept the tip of his right finger across the table without a trace.

- No dust.

Annan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "We came so early to invite you out to dinner."

Saying that, he glanced at Salvatore.

Salvatore quickly understood: "Yes, we also have something to do today... You know. About the Viscount."

"Um, um... I know. So yes, are you going out?"

Notedam hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He called into the house, "We're going out for lunch today, Mammy! No need to prepare... I'll be back after dinner!"

Notedam said, a little embarrassed and said to Annan: "Sorry, my wife is about to give birth and can't get away... But if it's not too far, it's fine."

"Well, it's fine."

Annan responded in a broad and peaceful manner.

Soon, the three of them left the house together.

When leaving the gate, Annan glanced back in particular.

——This time, the house was a little more angry to the naked eye, and the temperature was normal, and I could even vaguely hear the sound of Mimi walking around the house.

It's as if some are back in place.

……strangeness.

How is this going?