Chapter 21: Chapter 21

21.

I cover my eyes and say nothing, but it doesn’t matter. It was more important to survive, even if it meant being shameless. As it was coming to a conclusion, Abel called Richt.

“Lord Devine.”

I almost reacted for a moment.

‘It was dangerous.’

Richt took a slow breath and relaxed his body. Then, with slow breathing, he counted to five and raised his head.

“yes?”

Let’s be as gentle as possible, be gentle. As soft as soft tofu. Richt closed her eyes and smiled.

“Is this what you said about me?”

I felt like the corners of my mouth would tremble as I forced myself to smile, but I held on. Still, I think I laughed quite well before I was possessed, and I guess I adapted to the change in my body. It wasn’t easy to smile and pretend to be innocent.

Abel looked at Richt and smiled slightly.

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“Yeah, I don’t know.”

“I didn’t know Lord Devine was so stupid. “Has he forgotten his own name?”

Still, even though the opponent is the same duke, the treatment is merciless.

‘Be patient, be patient.’

Now I am a commoner passing by.

“Lord Devine is not my name?”

“then?”

Abel pointed at Richt with his chin as if asking him to say something.

[what’s the matter? mad? Should I hit you?]

One of the brave spirits came forward, but Richt silently pressed down his small head with his fingers. Now is not the time for spirits to step forward. He felt the movement of a food processor under his fingers, but he pretended not to notice.

It is also wrong to confess that you see spirits here. Look at Lauren. Didn’t he become Abel’s dog simply because he dealt with spirits? So he had to act as if there were no spirits as much as possible. As far as he knew, Abel could sense traces of spirits, but he could not see or hear them. So just insist.

“My name is.”

When I suddenly try to come up with a name, I can’t think of anything. At that time, a snack I enjoyed with tea suddenly came to mind.

“Tigre. “It’s called Tigre.”

One of the baked cookies, it was called tigre because its finished shape resembled a tiger pattern. It had a deep flavor due to the burnt butter, and my past life self liked it very much.

“Oh, it’s Tigre.”

Abel looked at Richt with laughable eyes.

“okay. “What’s your last name?”

Even commoners have a surname.

“This is Wiswell.”

This is the name of an oven company often used when baking tigre.

“What a fascinating castle.”

That has to be the case. Usually, a commoner’s last name is deeply related to the work he or she does. The surname Wiswell would be a rare surname among such commoners.

‘Because it’s the name of an oven in the first place!’

A breathtaking atmosphere continued. Abel lazily crossed his arms and looked at her Licht. As she continued to receive those gazes, she felt like confessing her sins that she had not committed.

[Tigre? Is your name Tigray?]

[It’s a name that somehow sounds delicious!]

Meanwhile, the spirits are gathered around and chatting. Additionally, the window suddenly opened and something flew in through the crack.

“Phew!”

It was a small, round leaf. The leaf flew quickly and stuck to Richt’s cheek.

[I brought it!]

There was not one leaf. All the spirits that flew away brought back leaves, and it seemed as if they had completely shaken off a tree. Green leaves poured in through the open window.

[If you have this, you will get better quickly!]

The spirits flew around and piled leaves on Richt’s lap. Richt, who was looking at the pile of leaves, slowly raised his hands and covered his face.

It’s truly amazing and I’m grateful, but it’s a nuisance. He did something strange even to someone who didn’t know about spirits, in front of Abel, who knew about it. Richt just breathed quietly for a while. He didn’t know how to explain this to Abel.

‘I’d rather scream.’

I should have pretended to be surprised. But she missed the time. There is no use yelling now. She took a deep breath and removed her hands from her face. Then she caught Abel’s gaze.

“Tigre.”

“… … yes.”

“It looks like you know how to control spirits.”

“That’s not it.”

I tried desperately to deny it, but it didn’t seem like he was listening.

“I like people with ability.”

“I want to live in peace.”

“Why do you think it won’t be peaceful? “Do you know who I am?”

“You are a nobleman, right?”

“Yes, noble. “Then there’s only one thing you have to do.”

Cold sweat ran down my back.

“Work for me. “I will give you enough compensation.”

Fucked.

“Oh, it’s better not to think about running away. “I hate people who disobey me.”

Yes, I guess so. Richt collapsed on the spot, holding the empty soup bowl. The piled up leaves flew up on impact and then fell again.

I was extremely tired both physically and mentally.

In conclusion, the leaves brought by the spirits were very effective in treating colds. The doctor’s eyes lit up when he saw that there were so many precious medicinal herbs, but she did not covet him. He seemed to know very well what would happen if he coveted something belonging to a nobleman.

‘But even if I have this, there’s nothing I can do about it.’

I took the leaves that the congressman processed and handed over to me, but I have no place to use them right now.

‘Well, I can sell it later.’

First of all, it seemed to be a valuable medicine, so I took it. When I got out of bed four days later, I felt dizzy. After changing my clothes and going outside, Lauren was standing right in front of the door.

“Are you awake?”

Lauren greeted Richt and looked at his shoulder with an affectionate expression. Three on each shoulder. The wind spirit was sitting. Now that I think about it, half of these are Lauren’s spirits, but they aren’t returning?

Lauren, who looked at the spirit hanging on Richt for a long time, eventually broke away first. She let her shoulders slump and spoke in her sullen voice.

“Abel is calling.”

I don’t want to go. Richt walked as slowly as possible. But even so, it only bought a little time.

“You’re here.”

Abel had taken off his shirt and was swinging his sword. It was written in the novel that it was much larger and heavier than the swords normally used by knights. As he swung that sword much faster than others, its destructive power was incredible.

Besides that, there were other things that had great destructive power. A thickly muscled chest. If he had that much muscle, he would look dull, but he didn’t look that way thanks to his slim waist and long legs.

In addition, his appearance is outstanding, so the eyes of the village women watching from afar sparkle. If it weren’t for the nobleman, I would have been caught right away.

‘My body was half as good.’

Although his back was covered in scars from some bastard, his overall well-toned muscles were very nice to see. If I could be reborn, I would want to be like that.

“Your gaze is impure.”

Abel accepted the towel handed to him by the driver next to him.

“It’s a misunderstanding.”

“Well, I say so. “I called you today because I had something to do.”

“What is it?”

“spin.”

“yes?”

“Go around the yard here.”

Lauren added an explanation to Abel’s words.@@novelbin@@

“It means run around the yard.”

“… … Why should I run?”

“Since we will be together in the future, I need to know how strong your physical strength is.”

Has that been decided before you know it? Richt gritted his teeth. He is truly a self-indulgent human being.

“I just got out of bed.”

“I know. “The congressman said we can move a little bit now.”

Is it a little bit like running around the yard? Richt unconsciously resisted the urge to refute and relaxed slightly. Yes, no matter how poor your physical strength is, you probably won’t be able to walk around the yard like this. Still, he was trained in swordsmanship at one time. I thought lightly and moved forward.

1 lap. It was still worth turning.

2 laps. I was slowly starting to get tired. It seemed that my body had not yet fully recovered. Plus, this yard is bigger than it looks.

3 laps, my steps slowed down. While running, I happened to see Abel, and he was looking at him with a laughable look in his eyes. My energy rose.

Even though Richt was out of breath, he did not stop walking. Although his body was a mess, he was confident in his miasma.

[cheer up!]

[cheer up!]

The sound of the wind spirit cheering was heard.

Lauren looked at Richt running with a faint gaze. To be precise, he was looking at his own spirits hanging loosely on his body.

“But can I do this?”

With my eyes fixed on the spirit, I lowered my voice and asked.

“what?”

“The opponent is that Devine.”

“Yes, Devine.”

The name was Tigre, but it was not difficult for Abel to detect the lie. No matter how hard you try to hide it, your body doesn’t lie. Heart beating faster than usual, pupils dilated. The difference was minimal compared to others, but not to the point where it couldn’t be figured out.

“Are you acting now knowing that?”

“You deny that you are Devine, right?”

“Does that change the fact that that person is Devine? I don’t know what kind of chaos it will cause later. “Didn’t you plan on tricking me and dragging me to the capital?”

“That’s right.”

“really?”

“okay.”

Lauren gave him a suspicious look, but that was it. Even if Abel got interested and beat Devine to death, there was little he could do. All I can do is pretend to stop him.