As expected, the culprit was Supervisor Johnson.

But he had been miserably beaten by Ian earlier.


‘You’re calling me after being beaten like that? That’s also a plaza with a lot of villagers.’

This was a trap.

However, Ian looked rather content.

‘I roughly know what you’re trying to do.’

At most, it would be just running into the Lord.

The guard captain along with the soldiers would back him up and all Ian had to do was hit him.

Ian called the man with a cold look.

“Okay. Guide me.”

Ian hid something behind his back.

Johnson, a supervisor who had touched his mother’s relic throughout the past and the present. He could never forgive him.

***

At the same time.

Johnson was busy sucking up to the Lord.

“Hehe. My Lord, do you like the stuff?”

“Yeah. It’s pretty good. I won’t forget your sincerity, Supervisor.”

The Lord touched the necklace brought by the supervisor with pleasure.

“Take the soldiers you asked for from there.”

“I can’t thank you enough for your kindness, Sir.”


“This is nothing between us. Hahaha.”

Johnson also laughed at the Lord’s laughter. But inside, he was cursing.

‘Damn it. I could have fun at the bar all month long with that.’

The thing Johnson stole was a well-hidden item he barely found, claiming that it was a keepsake of a serf who had nothing to his name.

He couldn’t believe he had to use such an expensive item only to rent soldiers.

It was too wasteful to bribe a village chief-like man like the Lord.

However, this was essential for the sake of keeping his face as the supervisor.

The Lord asked while stroking the necklace.

“I trust my supervisor and lend him soldiers. What are you going to use them for?”

“I’m trying to fix a serf.”

The Lord wrinkled his face.

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