When he heard Locke's mouth tell himself in a cautious, nervous, and expectant voice that he was betting that his heart was as wide as St. Flann's, the corner of Arroyo's eyebrows twitched inadvertently, and he almost wanted to ask Locke not to really bet his fate on himself.

After all, although the Durion family badge in his hand was 100% genuine, he hadn't entered the play too deeply, and he still knew in his heart that he was not a real nobleman, and he knew that his heart was probably not as broad as the St. Flon Sea, but as deep as that of the sea...... Well, there's no bottom.

However, of course, the identity of the fake aristocrat must continue to be played.

"Ahem...... Rock Paynes. So the young thief cleared his throat, faded the deliberate arrogance from his face, and looked at the young beggar in front of him again with a satisfied smile.

"Your Excellency?" The beggar named Locke looked at Arroyo and clasped the leg of his left leg with two fingers on the ground.

"What do you know besides geography?" The young thief asked him.

"I still know a lot." The beggar's eyes immediately lit up with two surprises, and his tone couldn't help but become excited, "Please believe, my lord, I am personally very confident in my understanding in the academic field. In addition to geography, I have studied politics, religion, history, economics, and other things, as well as doctrines related to the theory of magic, such as enchantment, alchemy, and magic, and even the natural abilities that the laws of the world have given us to mortal beings. Of course, if you ask the servants around you to have at least a little decent combat ability, then I... I had thought about becoming a paladin before, and I always had two weapons, courage and swordsmanship, with me. ”

"In that case, you're right." Arroyo shrugged his shoulders and stood up, "If the church in Boniguez doesn't need you anymore, you can follow me for a while. ”

After speaking. He just wanted to bend down and pull the other party up, but in a blink of an eye, he thought - he is now a "noble"?

Since you are an aristocrat, you have to behave more arrogantly than ordinary people.

So he immediately retracted the idea of reaching out and pulling the other party up in his heart, and stood in place waiting for the crutches in Locke's own pestle to stand up with difficulty, and then looked at himself respectfully with a reserved expression of surprise under pressure and asked, "Thank you for your permission, my lord...... Speaking of which, is there anything I can do for you right now? ”

Arroyo looked at the person who was full of expectations for him, turned his head to look at Raymond and Tina on the side, and turned his eyes back to ask the other party after a moment's thought: "Are you a local?" ”

"I'm a local, my lord." Locke nodded. "The layout of the city of Boenigs is like a three-dimensional map laid out in my head, and I can take you anywhere in the city if you want."

"Then take me and my servant and this kid to a nearby tavern, Locke." Arroyo looked at him and said, "You'll soon have a chance to show off by my side—but before we can fill our stomachs and get plenty of rest." ”

……

As the twilight of dusk faded into a cloudy hue of dark colors, Arroyo and his party soon found a local tavern that seemed to be in good condition under Locke's guidance.

The tavern in the east of Boenigs is called "Old Drunkard". Arroyo, Locke, and Raymond, who was holding Tina's hand, walked into the restaurant, found a table in the store, sat down, and then bought three glasses of wine, a glass of milk, and a little food from the owner of the shop. It is said that the owner of the tavern first opened the shop in memory of the old man who was an alcoholic in his family, and the only place in the name of the restaurant that is related to the characteristics of the tavern is probably the ale in the shop, which is made using the sake brewing techniques taught by the owner's father during his lifetime.

Locke had been hungry on the streets of Boenigs for days. When the delicious food was brought to the table by the maid's white hand, the young beggar, who had already followed Arroyo, could almost let out light when he stared at the meat on the table, but his self-contained dignity kept telling him. He said, "Locke, you are now a servant of a noble lord, and you must behave politely and decently. ”

Suddenly. Arroyo looked at the half-fairy little girl named Tina who took a few sips of the wooden cup containing milk in both hands, and then looked sideways at Locke, who was about to drip saliva in her eyes, but resisted her inner impulse, and for a moment felt that her image as a follower was a little funny because of the reserve in her heart.

So he reached out a little embarrassed to hold the wooden cup full of ale, and then motioned to Locke not to care about the rigid master-servant order of aristocratic circles when he went out, and to fill his stomach first.

Then, the follower named Locke, who claimed to be a scholar, gave a surprised glance at the young thief, and the surprise in his eyes quickly turned to gratitude, and then he reached out and picked up the knife and fork on the side of the plate and enjoyed the food on the table.

He ate well at first, but under the stimulation of hunger, the young man finally failed to beat his shriveled belly, and the speed of eating became faster and faster, and the sound of knives and forks hitting plates became louder and louder.

It looked like he was really hungry. - Looking at this guy's happy expression, Arroyo and Raymond guessed in their hearts.

"By the way, ah... My lord. Raymond took a sip of wine, looked up at the various customers in the tavern, what came to mind, and then turned his head to look at Arroyo who was sitting next to him, and just wanted to call the thief young man by his name as usual, but suddenly realized that he was still playing the role of a "noble servant" at this time, so he quickly changed his words before the words came out.

"What's wrong, Raymond?" Arroyo glanced sideways, meeting the future Juggernaut.

Although Arroyo had raised the coat of arms of the Durien family on the street where he met Locke and announced that he was a nobleman, the news that "another baron had arrived in Boenigus" had not yet spread throughout the city at an unexpected rate, and the faces of the citizens were thousands, so some of the guests in the tavern might have recognized him, but in the eyes of many more people, his identity had not yet been "revealed".

Raymond and Arroyo looked at each other for two seconds, then squinted at the people in the store, a little word stuck in their throats, but they didn't know how to express it to the young thief.

Suddenly, as Raymond stared at the crowd in the tavern and didn't know what to say for a moment, Arroyo's eyes lit up, and he spotted a familiar figure from a wooden table not too far from them.

It was a man, dressed in a hooded gray robe like a trench coat, sitting alone on the edge of a corner of the shop with his eyes away from the group.

Aro agreed to settle down, and his eyes widened for a moment to observe the man with his back to him.

"Locke." As if after confirming something in his mind, the thief youth turned his gaze sideways and spoke to the follower beside him who was still immersed in the delicious taste of food.

"Hmm...... Do you have any commands, my lordship? Locke immediately stopped the knife and fork in his hand, stare at the food in his mouth and throat, and then hurriedly returned to look at Arroyo.

"Look there." Arroyo raised a finger and directed Locke's gaze to where the gray-robed man was, and said, "The man sitting in the corner over there is an old friend of mine - go and call him over, I have something to talk to him." ”

(To be continued.) )