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Night.

I go to the mansion of the Earl of Wales in a way that Mr Cape and Mr Randy can take me to.

The mansion of the Earl of Wales, worthy of his status as Earl, is located in an aristocratic town in the centre of the city, a beautiful mansion with a large mansion and a large garden, white-dyed walls.

The carriage owned by the Golden Arc Chamber of Commerce is used for the journey to the Mansion. The carriage bears a crest indicating that it belongs to the Golden Fox Chamber of Commerce, and the inspection in front of the mansion was easily completed, knowing in advance that it was one of today's party attendees.

"That's a lot of influence."

"Do I look that way?

"Yes, no matter how many invitations, it's unusual for your guests to be invited into noble mansions without having to inspect the carriage just to show you the invitations"

"Size is not a problem. The eagles are dealing with beasts and weak adventurers. Turning the eagles against the enemy is the same thing as turning the Soytes against the enemy. No matter how many weak beasts are at the centre, turning adventurers against their enemies is not a good idea for the nobility of this country."

Mr. Cape answers Melissa's questions.

Melissa is also nodding, apparently convinced.

The carriage arrived in front of the mansion while I was doing so, so I got off.

Get off me first, and give Melissa my hand as she comes down.

"Thank you"

Melissa gets off the carriage with a smile on her face.

Given her physical abilities, I don't need assistance or anything to the point of getting out of the carriage, but I need to escort a woman in a place like this. This leads to an appeal that the person around you is your partner.

"Thanks"

Mr. Cape also gets off with Mr. Randy's hand.

I don't usually attend noble parties, Mr. Randy, but this time I was asked to follow me because of all the possibilities.

"I've been waiting for you. You're Cape and Randy from The Golden Fox Chamber of Commerce."

When I got out of the carriage, a butler appeared from inside the mansion.

An old man in black butler's clothing. You can see from your body, how you stand, and above all your status that you have as much fighting power as you can fight there while your physical hips are calm.

Nevertheless, it does not extend far to the Labyrinth family.

"You two..."

"Oh, you're an adventurer I've been making you plead with lately. I brought you here to thank them a little and introduce you to the Count, too. The invitation said you could bring someone else if you wanted to, so it shouldn't matter."

"Was I? We will now take you to the party venue"

He was a butler who was baffled by a sudden visitor, but still responded calmly without putting it on his expression.

Looks like there's no problem with the invitations.

"Well, it would have been a problem if you'd brought in just an adventurer."

"We're not normal adventurers," he said?

"I didn't mean strength or anything like that. It's your outfit."

That doesn't translate into the usual adventurer clothing to attend a noble party.

So I decided to pull out my suit and dress when I attended a party in Imperial Capital. I'm a white suit, Melissa's a black long-type dress. I don't even look like an invitee as a nobleman if I don't tell you I'm an adventurer.

No adventurer would be carrying clothes like this.

"At first I thought I'd lend you the suit or dress that Atashi had, but you had it a lot"

"I just had a chance to wear it before."

Thought you wouldn't have a chance to wear it anymore, but he came by surprisingly easily.

"I'll go then. From here on out, it's a nest of really hungry people."

Gayagaya......!

It was a big hall that was guided by a butler. The ceiling was high and, thanks to the spacious rooms, there was room for a number of large round tables with food on them.

And the number of invitees. I have already gathered over a hundred people and I have heard that we plan to go further.

"Take your time"

Deacon leaves.

The party is free to eat food in a standing format, so that people in the venue can enjoy a chat.

Most of all, few people really enjoy it.

Those invited to the party are centered on lesser villains and barons than the organiser, the Earl of Wales, and other large merchants like Mr Cape.

The parties organised by the Earl of Wales are held regularly, but apparently the aim is to strengthen his faction. Gather those who belong to your faction, and gather those who are likely to be added. There are few senior aristocrats for that purpose.

Mr. Cape, on the contrary, is called to take the Golden Fox Chamber of Commerce into his own faction.

He's a coward.

"Coward?"

"I want to raise my identity a little bit. But I definitely only want to avoid losing my identity. I use it to flex most of my taxes out of fear of a renegade leaving my faction because I think that way. If you're really going to raise it, you have to do something big with some risk in mind. But I'm a coward who can't do that."

Mr. Cape's spicy rating.

It is Mr. Cape, an amazing merchant, who can make such an assessment of the nobility against him. If I had said the same thing, I would have bought disgust. Especially since noble influences don't extend to foreign countries, you just have to withdraw at dawn when you achieve your purpose.

"This is tough."

Someone was asking for such an assessment.

Turning behind his voice, he grew a chobbing mustache, and a slightly belly-pussy man in his forties or so stood.

At first glance, I knew.

This is the Earl of Wales.

"What. Did the organizer give you a lift?

"Yeah, I always take care of The Golden Fox Chamber of Commerce. I heard a report that the chairman I invited was not only a couple, but even an adventurer. It depends on what kind of person you're wondering."

The Earl of Wales comes to see with a nitanita grin as he touches his chobbing mustache.

No, you should correct it.

Melissa is the only one the Count sees, and she pays little attention to me.

Now Melissa was wearing an open dress on her chest and back, highlighting her good style and beautiful skin. Besides, it's the best style of party members, so when I dress like this, I get enough attention to remind them that I was born a nobleman.

Above all, it's Melissa's attitude. I haven't shown any nervousness while in a place like this. It is recirculated by the Earl of Wales, even though he is seen with a disgusting eye.

"They're brilliant. My husband made contact with me with his eyes, but he was better than I expected, so I let him invite me."

"Was it"

"Oh, you're really good. Anyway," You're good enough to tailor the Red Crab you were looking for for for a party by yourself. "

"Now, what..."

The moment I heard Mr Cape's words, the grin disappeared from the face of the Earl of Wales.

It is normal for them to respond so that they do not understand their hearts relative to various people as noblemen. So no matter how upset you are, you can do as much to make sure you don't understand that you're upset.

But unfortunately, I got so upset that I couldn't fix it.

Finally, he noticed the contact between himself and us, too.

"I don't know who it was yesterday, but it looks like it was raided. I don't know what kind of idiot he is, but he did the worst he could. I was also invited to make sure it didn't leave a negative impact on the city. Sorry for the rush."

"No......"

I couldn't take care of my expression anymore.

Her face was pale and her sweat was starting to pour.

My men have even failed to raid, but at the same time I heard reports that someone was moving and that there had been a raid.

It would no longer be obvious for what reason they had originally attended the party.

"What's wrong with you? You look a little pale."

"I'm sorry. I think I got sick because I cleaned up the job I was putting in for the party. We have time for all the invitees to gather. Until then, I'll let you rest in your own room."

"Take care of yourself"

The Earl of Wales walking away in fluttering footsteps.

Looks like my contact with us made me really sick, so I guess I'll just keep going back to my room.

Melissa and I go after the Count when we snort.