Resurrection of Duke Werstein ~ I Didn't Hear Anything About Being A Middle-aged Man ~

"Um!!

When I turned my face to the voice that sounded unexpected, there was Osama.

"Mm?,... alfredo"

What guy, who?

Speaking to the butler to confirm, he was assured with some proud face.

"I thought you might need a witness."

Wait, what?

... or, yeah, okay.

I don't know where you've been, why you left me to run away, or at least wanted me to say something before, but there's so much more I'd like to say, but let's not worry about it.

You're not the type to say that, Mr. Augusto.

You're overestimating me anyway, because it's about the butler, so you thought I'd do something about it alone.

I just want you to think about how I feel about being left behind, at all.

That's why I couldn't help but be frustrated or mucky with my insides, mucky ignition fires... I just forgot what.

Well, no, while suppressing everything else, act as if the outside is nothing, even if you are convinced.

The guy in the armor who feels more used than used up is a tough face, well, handsome, I guess.

Nihil feels like a good way to laugh, somewhat evil, or trinket-like.

The age is around thirty, or 28, but it feels critical.

Well, when it comes to Osama, it's Osama.

So, apparently, this guy needs me.

"I see. So, what is it?

The moment I asked, I was grounded with great momentum.

"Please make me your man!!

Besides, I don't know what to say.

Yeah.

"Say no."

When I said it off, I didn't know what it was, but Osama collapsed.

No, 'cause you normally say no, it's too sudden.

Who the hell are you?

"... Alfredo."

I want you to explain. I'm sending my gaze to the butler.

Then, the butler paid a respectful tribute.

"I'll take care of it"

That said, for some reason, a butler kneeling in front of Osama.

Hmm? Um, wait, what's the explanation?

Oh, the pattern that won't do it?

"Class A adventurer, Lord Ricardo."

"... ahem."

Osama's response at the time was that he was half crying, and I felt like I heard a sniffle like Gu, but I decided not to care.

Apparently, this Osama was named Ricardo, and the adventurer was a profession.

But more than that, an A-level adventurer, what?

And the moment I thought about it, Mr. Augusto's knowledge gave me a decent answer.

· Adventurer

The generic names of those who put the world on their crotches and made it their business to carry out agency work with money from important to final events.

The requests range from warcraft crusades and collecting goods, searching for dungeons, investigating, carrying luggage and similar hauling of mail.

There are SS, S, A to F grades, SS classes have only existed between two in the last hundred years in the Kingdom of Renamilia and are now registered. Three people are still alive in the world, but within, two are wise men.

... I see, is it a massive or global organization of omnipotent agents?

I thought it was often made up of this world, and apparently the main source of income for their adventurers was diving into the dungeons and selling the items and things they had gained there.

No, no, no, wait. What's a dungeon?

- Dungeons

The labyrinth that occurs when the accumulation of magic vegetables distorts the world in some way.

A mysterious place that exists in every country in the world.

Warcraft is predominantly inhabited here, and it is rare to come out, but there is.

I don't know.

All I know for now is that I'm not sure.

All right, let's go through.

Leaving me like that, I called out to the adventurer with a voice that sounded like a butler would quietly teach, and then labor.

"My husband didn't say no because he didn't like to subordinate you.

"Then why?"

Deacon quietly tells the adventurer, who raised his face as he returned the surprise words.

"It's not hard to imagine what an adventurer who has become a subordinate of a nobleman, would be treated like in an aristocratic society, is it?

"Huh...!!"

"Yes, that's what your husband thinks.

"But I am!!

It's kind of a serial atmosphere, it's my own exchange.

Yeah, but, Deacon, I've only been thinking about what doesn't matter right now.

"It's my husband's favor.

Your husband doesn't want someone as powerful as you to be brought into the aristocratic community and even buried. "

"Kuh...!!"

The adventurer who roars in remorse, and the deacon with a serious expression, and the man who drinks and watches it.

I didn't say anything.

I'm just standing there pounding.

I don't have half the feeling of leaving it behind.

"More than that,... this is my unsolicited wish, but please, can you help me repaint the bad reviews of my husband that spread to the public?

"What bad reviews!?

In a heavy atmosphere, the adventurer turned to the deacon who seriously began to do such a favor.

I don't know how long I've been on my knees more than that, these people, they're bitcha bitcha bitcha with a little bit of dragon water around here.

"That's right.

My husband has been insane for the last twelve years. "

"What...?"

"Duke of Augusto Verstein, that's my husband"

What a serious look, breathtaking not only to the adventurer, but also to the other two, in the words of the butler, who tells him to make up his mind.

"Eh... no way, you know!?

"Yes, my original husband is completely unrelated to that inferior and extreme rumor."

A completely different person currently occupies the person's body in a progressive fashion, though.

"... right, okay. I'll do what I can."

With a crisp, serious look, I'm sorry that I'm answering so seriously, but how long have I been left alone?

A blurry look at Gothiosan and Deacon finally standing up shaking hands as if to confirm friendship between men.

Well, I don't know what it is, but apparently the story has come together.

No, I understand the content for once, but I don't know how that happened. It doesn't make too much sense to follow.

Seriously, what is it, it feels like I don't know what to do with this.

Yeah, it's already a pain in the ass, so you can go through it, right?

He seems to be working with us just fine, so I'll ask him again later.

But I just breathed in to talk, and for some reason, everyone's gaze focused on me and I freaked out so much just inside.

Why do you care about me like that?

I tried to say something to a habit that was left out earlier, and it was this, whatever.

The exterior calmly, and pale, then finally acted in a grand manner, forcing the plain frustration inside through, opening his mouth.

"Can you also help me find dragon eggs?"

"I would do anything if it was Dana's favor!

The moment I said it, I came to eat it with great momentum and my heart was so beaten.

I just want you to stop because I just find it disgusting that Osama pointed me at you with some sparkling eyes. True.

Well, still, if you'll cooperate.

I learned from my real parents that there is no harm except disgusting, and that even my parents can use what they can.

Well, it was mainly your father who used it, and your mother used it.

Second, I almost remembered my family at the potato ceremony as it was, and I was forced to suppress it.

Don't remind me now.

I said a pale explanation to change my mind, repeating it like it was just a slap in the head, like a hint.

"Well, then, the egg features... a light green color, very similar to Wyburn's egg."

I hear my explanation, yeah, snort, gossip adventurer, and the hyorous guy behind it, and the wizard who starts taking notes seems to be wearing it, something, a dull young man in clothes.

However, in the following explanation, their complexion changed slightly.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dragon say they were therefore in Wyburn's nest, causing them to get into Wyburn's eggs"

I realize how they stop moving and start scratching sweat for some reason, somehow, but maybe, maybe.

... well, but I'm not sure, so I kept talking.

"But when I realized it, only the dragons' eggs were missing," he said.

I finished the explanation briefly, and when I saw the adventurers, they were all completely cold sweaty and pale.

Hey, that, well, among them that I discussed with Hisohiso like, a wizard young man raises his hand softly, and then opens his mouth to make sure.

"Um, could that be the southwest direction from here?

.........

Moving his gaze toward Chirali and the dragons, the red dragon replied, roaring.

"I don't know what it is, but it's that way."

That's what I said. The dragon turned to the southwest.

"Over there, they say."

"Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...!"

As soon as he told him he was wasting his time that he was the one who turned to the dragon's face, the wizard-looking young man held his head screaming, the hyorous man had far-eyed, and Gotziosan covered his face with one hand.

When I asked him if he had any idea, he found out that they had taken away the eggs of the dragons.

The dragons were asked to confirm their footprints and smelly objects, so it was confirmed.

What can I do for you?

I see the adventurers again as I force them to convert the sighs that are going to come out into breathing.

"I see, I understand jewelry..."

"There's no way you can tell that's a real dragon egg!!!

The lewd man squatted (groaning) and slammed his lewd fist into the ground of Bitcha Bitcha.

My voice, it's some kind of array, so maybe it's half a cry or a real cry.

As it were, wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

I feel sorry for them, but there's nothing I can do about what I've done.

In the meantime, when the killer was found and sent only his gaze to the murdering dragon and his wife, the slaughter pulled in with a dust seat, so I almost remembered my fear again.

Something's wrong, I'm sorry I'm unconscious.

I apologized on the inside and decided to move on because it was not clear.

"Enough, okay, so, who's the client?"

Speak up to the iconic Gothiosan.

Then, after a hack, he started roaring in the same position as he was.

"Ugh, uh, what was that...!?, I remember he was so unique bald...!"

I guess it's a state where I can't seem to remember and remember.

Mm-hmm. Roaring, Gotsiosan starts wandering upwards and downwards, on the spot.

But there's only one guy in this kingdom who's got a unique bald spot.

"... Senior Count Nord Rhodriers, or"

"Oh, you do know that name...?

You're surprised, screaming in front of Gothiosan, who turns his face towards me from halfway through the words, just in his brain.

Yes, bingo!

Actually, there were lines where civilians were, but the fact that you can hire an A-class adventurer means you have money, and then it's likely that you're noble, so it's my tedious reasoning.

Well, sometimes it's because Mr. Augusto's overly sharp inquiry worked.

I mean, I just think it's you again, come on, calm down.

I don't know, I don't know if it's stupid, no, I guess it's stupid instead of stupid. Yeah.

Rather than that, I wondered what I should do now, and for now I nodded to Eagle Fling to ask the butler, and then spoke to the butler.

"I see, Alfredo"

"I'll let you wash your neighborhood in a hurry, Sinza, did you hear?

"Yes, yes, I'll go"

If you think Deacon and Hidden, who suddenly appeared, had such an exchange, Hidden disappeared immediately.

... I don't know, but it was decided quickly, and he was gone in no time.

No, yeah, I thought that was gonna happen.

I didn't say anything in particular, and I don't remember giving instructions, but I'm a butler, and I'm a secret.

Because they're so overestimating me.

We have no choice, so let's give it up.

That's why I decided to leave it to Mr. Hidden later, and the problem is the carriage.

Although it's beautifully fixed, there's one problem.

The horse who pulled the carriage is gone.

Well, if a monster named Dragon comes out in front of you, then you run away, right?

It's obvious, isn't it, scary?

That's why I'm currently in a difficult situation to get around, but I don't know what to do.

... let's conclude.

The dragons are going to pull the carriage.

Yeah.

You don't know what that means, okay, I don't either.

No, you know, I was gonna tell the world there's no horse to pull this carriage over, right?

I don't know what it is, but that's all that happened, don't you think it makes no sense?

Doesn't make sense, does it?

I wonder what happens when the dragon pulls the carriage, I have no idea.

Besides, you politely got me the same size as a horse. I wonder what's going on with the volume.

Is Fantasy Anything Ali?

I have a headache because I don't know why anymore.

Well, I don't give a shit about the butler, the adventurers, the soldiers, but rather, it's most puzzling to be proud.

What's that, sir, right, stop it, not really.

I didn't say anything.

'Cause, horse, there's actually something else out there, right?

When it comes to noble travel, it seems natural to have more than one horse, thinking about crushing it.

Why do you have to bother replacing the dragons with horses?

I really don't get it.

You can buy horses from a nearby village or something like that, whatever you can buy from the aristocrats who govern this area!

How did this happen?

Think in a carriage with no vibrations at all, and quietly paperwork.

And another thing I noticed when I exchanged it.

The fact that I'm the only one who knows what the dragons are saying.

Deacon told me what the dragons were talking about! I didn't want to notice anything!

For the sake of feeling special, I don't feel like a good deal at all, but what is it?

You can talk to the dragon! Awesome! But I'm not happy about anything!

How far does a guy like God care if he puts an option on me?

I was just so full of great aristocrats, but I was even more amazing being a sage, and I could even talk to dragons, and the setting was already completely middle school.

My naughty, awesome character! It feels like hissing.

When I think about it, all I get is despair at myself for being set to be as painful as I think about it.

As he pressed his sigh to death, and still worked hard on the paperwork, a voice hung from the butler.

"Sir."

"What's up?"

In a pale reply, the butler told him that he had made up his mind after mumbling a little hard to say.

"It's hard to say, but we have a problem."

Yeah, yeah, now what?

If you ask me in detail, I can't get into the Lordship Hall where I was going to stay, and they ate the refusal by paying me in advance.

Hmm.

"... would you mind?

To the butler's inquiry, which seemed somewhat unfortunate, at the time, I was unclear what the hell was the problem.

For once, I told him in writing that I would come here for a long time, and if he refused on top of that, he was an idiot who couldn't help it anymore.

I wonder if that was a retard driven by royal supremacy outrage.

The infamous Duke has the audacity to put a little moxibustion on him.

"Hmm."

I showed you how to think, and then I did! You won't have to meet your troublesome lord! and gave instructions to the butler in a spirit.

"Leave me alone, it's just a trinket.

More than that, start getting ready to leave. "

"Ha, I'm awed"

After the butler, who accepted with a polite courtesy, leaves, he turns back to the pile of documents.

Then a rushed lord came and said something about how we were really leaving, but Mal ignored it and kept going.

For once, I tell the soldiers to rest regularly for the rest of the horses, so there will be no problem.

It's territory in about three days anyway, and I'm more comfortable with Nojuku.

I'm a little worried about the soldiers getting some rest, but you should get some rest in preparation for that split day.

It was only natural to wait for us to reach our territory without anything in particular.

It was a rebellion by the inhabitants.