Viscount Robinette immediately met with the president of the Reberion Adventurers' Guild, who was visiting late at night.

Blessed by the Truth of Words, the brown-robed magician Mikhail Grizhshev enshrined by the Conrad family, Norman Augusta, who stood respectfully, told the young nobleman half-leaning back in a velvet rocking chair about the beginning and end of the conflict between the adventurers' guild and the underground forces.

And not long after he spoke, Viscount Robinette, who had already unconsciously straightened his upper body, interrupted the former's narration:

"You're saying that Grim, the number one killer of the slum underworld, attempted to assassinate one of your guild's adventurers?"

Norman Augusta, who was visibly excited by the young nobleman's words, agreed with this statement, adding:

"Although it is an E-class adventurer from a foreign country, in terms of ability, it is actually far beyond this level, if I can stay in Reberion and serve you......"

"She? Playing for me? ”

Viscount Robinette, who seemed to have heard some big joke, immediately laughed.

And in the midst of this laughter, which was completely devoid of any joy, Norman Augusta, who was on pins and needles, reconfirmed the young nobleman's request to reconfirm the assassination attempt of the adventurer by the underground Slime Slayer, and he found that Viscount Robinette no longer seemed to have the slightest interest in what he was going to say.

Feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart, the leader of the Adventurer's Guild tried to calm himself down, and prepared to continue to explain to Viscount Robinette what had happened recently:

"In addition to the attempted assassination of the adventurer, the underground forces also killed an old man in the slum, causing a riot and trying to blame ......"

"You're saying it well, there's no need to say it anymore."

Viscount Robinette, who interrupted the speech of the leader of the Adventurer's Guild again, looked at the former, who looked dusty, and spoke slowly:

"If I'm not mistaken, it seems that the Adventurers' Guild has paid a lot of taxes to South Richifus in the past two years......"

This sentence left Norman Augusta speechless.

The vast majority of the guild's income comes from the commissioning of adventurers' commissions, and the proportion is usually decided by the president of the local adventurer's guild......

Norman Augusta, who was born as an adventurer, took a cut of the honorium of the Liberion Adventurers' Guild, which was always set at a very low percentage.

This is undoubtedly a good thing for the adventurers, but it also keeps the guild in deficit for a long time, unable to pay all the taxes to the South Lysyphus officials.

"I can take out a part of my personal property and ...... the tax shortfall in the past two years."

"I don't need to pay taxes from the Adventurer's Guild Master's personal pocket." The young nobleman had a playful expression, "I will only accept the ...... that will be repaid in another way"

"I refuse."

Before the young nobleman could finish speaking, Norman Augusta was the first to speak: "I will not complete such a dirty deal at the expense of any adventurer!" ”

With that, the leader of the Adventurer's Guild turned around and prepared to walk away.

"It's a pity that there will no longer be an Adventurer's Guild in Reberion." Viscount Robinette shrugged, "What a pity......"

Norman Augusta's departing form stiffened suddenly.

The adventurers did not know the meaning of Viscount Robinette's uttering of the string of obscure names, but instinctively sensed in the latter's tone his deep resentment towards the owner of the name.

"Why, after all of them have come to this point, are you still unwilling to be arrested?"

The young nobleman sneered and waved his hand, and the guards of the Southern Richsyphus Lord's Guard, who had originally surrounded the guild, immediately rushed in to search every corner of the adventurer's guild.

During the search, the guards held the portraits and began to compare them with the appearance of each female adventurer.

However, until they compared all the women in the guild, they still couldn't find what they were looking for.

"Your Excellency, we couldn't find that person."

The heavily armored captain of the guard, Reinhardt, reported to Viscount Robinette with a blank face.

After two failed missions in quick succession, he continued to guard the young nobleman, but the guards of the Lord Guard of Southern Richsyphus had privately begun to discuss how soon he would be dismissed.

"Norman Augusta shouldn't have the guts to entertain me......"

Viscount Robinette narrowed his eyes and swept the faces of all the adventurers around him, muttering to himself:

"So where is she now......"

Sneeze

Who's thinking about me?

On the rickety taxi carriage during the march, the girl who sneezed inexplicably rubbed her eyes and asked the groom who was driving the carriage:

"How long will it take to get from here to Santantown?"

"If the journey goes well, we should be able to arrive tomorrow afternoon."

The groom who was driving the car replied angrily.

Due to rumors of an imminent large-scale monster attack and the restrictions imposed by the official authorities of South Risifus, it was extremely difficult to find any rental carriages in Reberion that were willing to leave the city and head south.

Shi Junjun felt that she seemed to be lucky, and it didn't take much effort for her to hire a carriage that was willing to go south out of the city to Santan Town, and she could hardly find fault with it except that the coachman was reluctant to speak.

Carl and Yanni, who were sitting side by side opposite the girl, were both closing their eyes and recuperating, and it was inconvenient for Shi Junjun, who was bored, to take out her mobile phone in front of them to pass the time.

So, looking bored, she asked the groom, who was sitting in front of her:

"Master, what do you do?"

The coachman, who seemed to be unable to believe his ears when he heard this, resumed the conversation after two minutes of silence:

"Carriage ......"

"It's a killer, right?" The girl spoke quietly.

The coachman's hand holding the reins of the carriage froze there, and asked in a voice of disbelief:

"You ...... When did you become aware of it? ”

"I found it from the beginning."

"At this juncture, where is there a rental carriage that is willing to leave the safety of Reberion and may face a large-scale monster invasion of the south at any time."

Karl, who didn't know when he opened his eyes, sneered: "Even if someone is willing to go, the fare is sky-high, not to mention that there is no coachman who parks the carriage around the guild all day long and does not solicit business, you say yes......"

"The ...... of the Underworld of Rebelion Graeme. ”