Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor Chapter 81

Episode 81. Internal helper

“The author… … .”

Romandro’s subordinates were among those who rushed to hear the workers’ screams. Wasn’t he the one who killed Colin during the Memelope trade group heading to Sheyron?

“Ian. The author did his work in the Sheyron Mountains.”

“The author? Are you sure?”

“I definitely saw it with my own eyes. “Even killing Colin.”

Ian looked at Madame Merelov again. She was surprised by Ian’s golden eyes for a moment and then became irritated with a harsh voice. Meanwhile, her hand did not leave Clark’s shoulder.

“I told you, I hate everything about Merelov!”

“So you disrupted the trade group?”

“I can’t say thank you, what are you doing!”

“He was the one who attacked first. “He’s alive, so stop making a fuss.”

At those words, the wife noticed that Clark was breathing faintly. Slowly, her breathing also became steady.

“How did you know Colin was the one we planted?”

“People disappeared en masse from private gambling houses. It coincides with the news of Sir Ian’s attack. “The person who worked there went missing and then reappeared, so it’s a natural suspicion.”

“What about the Count?”

“What do you know? He’s an old man like a stone. The Count did not give any instructions regarding the investigation of the case. “You wouldn’t even know Colin worked there.”

I expected it, but it was more outrageous than I expected. Count Merelov completely ignored Ian’s surprise attack. Even though it was done by the people of my territory.

“Are you in a relationship?”

“… “It’s not like that.”

“hmm. is it so?”

Judging by the atmosphere between the two, no one would believe it. Romandro just rolled his eyes, wondering what was going on. Ian nodded, indicating that he had decided.

“Move the interest to an empty room.”

“yes. Ian.”

At Ian’s command, the soldiers carried Clark and supported him. Madame Merelov looked embarrassed, but could not resist. This was because she was sure that her mansion would think strangely if the servant who accompanied her on her outing fainted.

“After explaining the whole situation, I can’t just say that I knocked him out, right?”

“… “I didn’t say anything.”

“great. “Ma’am, then, let’s try to guess the details.”

Ian smiled and held out his hand to her. The wife followed Clark’s appearance as he disappeared outside her door, then stood up, holding Ian’s hand. Very slowly, Ian untied the bonds from her wrists.

“Madam, you want freedom, and I want a tribute. But as long as the count’s brother holds out, there is no guarantee that I will receive compensation later.”

If Mrs. Merelov’s actions were to be revealed in any way, it would be rather difficult. It would be enough to get caught for abetting or abetting the count’s murder.

She realized what Ian was saying.

“… “You’re talking about Gula trading, right?”

Ian smiled positively at Mrs. Merelov’s words. Actually, I’ve been feeling it for a while now, but perhaps because I’ve had a rough life, my senses and calculations are very quick. No, it was as if her head was spinning in an unusually surprising way.

“yes. “I want to extract as much profit as possible from there.”

“All I have to do is catch the wind.”

“Rather than trying to catch the wind, I’m asking you to use your power to persuade the Count. Honestly, there isn’t really a solution for Merelov right now, right? The road to Hawan Kingdom is blocked, and Sheyron is also blocked. “It’s perfect to starve to death.”

“By the way, since I mentioned it before, is it possible that the Hawan Kingdom thief was also done by Sir Ian? “If that’s the case, I’d like to say he took it a little too far.”

“no. “That’s not what we did.”

“Then it must be God’s grace. “You should be jealous.”

The wife smoothed her chafed wrist and opened her eyes brightly. She then instructed the servant standing behind her.

“Bring two dry cloths. “A clean one.”

“yes? ah… … .”

When Ian twitched his eyebrows as a sign to do so, the servant quickly bowed and took a step back. It seems like the intention is to put back the drug powder.

“So, I hope that your wife will cooperate as much as possible until the transaction is completed.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve already spent several times waiting for winter. “I wonder if I can’t stand it for just a few days.”

“You waited for winter?”

“is it so.”

Ian suddenly felt how deep his wife’s hatred was. Winter was her season of death. It was a time when many people were dying, and it was clear that funeral procedures were difficult due to the snow and wind.

It meant that it was perfect for burying Count Merelov’s death as quietly as possible.

“Please take good care of Clark.”

“… of course. Oh, I’ll give you some gula when you leave. “I guess we could say he sold his nickname Clark and changed it to Gula.”

I don’t really like it, but it was the most plausible option for now. There was no need to explain why the servant fainted, and since he had paid for it, Count Merelov would try to make the most of it.

In the process, you will feel the true value of Gula.

To borrow the language of the mayor, it is a kind of ‘taste’.

‘Besides, if a problem arises, it will also be useful as a hostage to tie up Mrs. Merelov.’

When Ian’s thoughts reached that point, he hurriedly gave instructions to Hannah. The sun was getting darker. Even if she left now, her wife would still be able to arrive at her mansion in the middle of the night. If she were to delay any longer, she might arouse suspicion.

“Hannah. “Bring the small pouch to the front door.”

“yes. master.”

“Get the carriage ready! “Your wife is passing away.”

“yes! “Get the carriage ready!”

While everyone was going out and preparing the carriage, the servant who brought the dry towel hesitantly touched the glass lid. Then the wife firmly shook it off and refused.

“I will do it.”

I feel quite cautious about covering my nose and mouth with one hand and moving the powder with the other hand. Since Beric fainted just from smelling it, he could guess how strong the drug was.

“But if you die in a short period of time, there will be a lot of suspicion.”

“I told you. You won’t die just once. “When it comes into contact with liquid ingredients, it is neutralized and does not fall back like the author did.”

Instead, you will have fantastic dreams that you cannot tell whether it is a dream or reality. There was a side effect of slowly losing energy through sleep, like being in a dream. Of course, that is the wife’s goal.

Click.

The wife closed the envelope tightly and put it in her inner pocket. She then walked out into the hallway at a brisk pace as if she had nothing more to see. Ian also followed behind her and finished sending her off.

“Clark, I won’t be seeing you for a long time. “Can I go without seeing it?”

“You will figure it out. and… “It’s not like that, is it?”

Ian just nodded once.

“My family will guide you to the mansion. Please, please be careful going in.”

“I see this as good news. Sir Ian.”

She received a light kiss on the back of her hand and closed the carriage door. Suddenly, I remembered the bruises that had spread from my ankles. If things continue like this, will Mrs. Merelov be safe tonight?

“Hey, ma’am.”

“are you okay. till now.”

When Ian tried to add something, Mrs. Merelov shook her head to indicate that she had done it. She was thought to have no resemblance to her mother, but every time she endured her husband’s beatings, she would unintentionally realize that she had dryad blood.

“… “It’s still bearable.”

“I’m leaving.”

Heehee!

Squeak.

The wife looked back through the small window and exchanged greetings with Ian until the end. Roman Dro rubbed her face with his handkerchief as he watched the carriage leaving her mansion.

“I wonder what, what, what’s going on… … .”

“Instead of condoning the conspiracy we saw today, we decided to lend our support to my wife’s Gula trading.”

“That stuff isn’t poison, is it? What should I do with Beric!?”

“They say you won’t die once. “I’m sure you’re having a good dream.”

“Huh? Really? “You were swearing like hell or something earlier.”

“Well, if you’re Beric, I think you know what the criteria for a good dream are.”

Ian smiled and entered the mansion. Then a loud pounding sound came from upstairs. Right now, at this time, there is only one person who can make a fuss over there.

“Open! “What on earth are you trying to do!”

Quang! bang!

The cries of a man named Clark leaked through the crack in the door. Seeing that it looked like it was about to be destroyed at any moment, the workers became anxious and stepped back. In the end, it was inevitably the Cheonryeo warriors who came forward.

“Should I knock that thing out again?”

“It’s really noisy at night, really.”

“done. “I’ll tell you.”

Ian stood close to the door, blocking it with his hand. And during the moment of silence, I tried to inform Clark of the situation.

“You said your name was Clark.”

“… Sir Ian?”

Shake!

But Clark’s excited scream came first. He was shaking the doorknob and almost crying. The last thing he remembered was his wife being tied up, so it was only natural.

“Sir Ian, please, please save me. Mrs. Lien does it all for us. If it weren’t for my wife, more than 15 people would have already died by my master’s hands… … .”

Every time the count grabbed a servant and beat him to death, the wife willingly took his place. It was a fact that everyone in the mansion knew. Although she was not a very friendly person, everyone was grateful to her wife.

Otherwise, this love affair would have reached the earl’s ears long ago. The wife would probably have had her limbs torn apart.

“Did your wife do that?”

“Yes, yes… . I swear to God. So please, let me beg you like this. Please open the door and let me see your face to see if you are okay… … .”

“Your wife has just left the mansion and returned home.”

“… Is that true?”

“okay. Your life is being held as collateral in a conflict of interest, so just wait patiently. “If you make a fuss, it will soon become a burden to your wife.”

Only the sound of sniffling could be heard from inside. Without expecting an answer, Ian simply gave orders to the workers to guard the door.

* * *

The atmosphere in the Merelov Mansion was unusual. This is because her wife, who rarely goes out, does not return until after her sun has set.

Although the Count did not mention his wife out loud, he was creating an unspoken, bloody atmosphere.

“Oh, there!”

A light dimly visible in the darkness far away. I saw the silhouette of a carriage pulled by two horses. The servants quickly ran out of the mansion to greet her, and soon the wife, looking a little tired, got out.

“Why are you so late?”

“What about Clark?”

“Have you eaten?”

“Ma’am, the master… … .”

The servants tried to say with concern that they were not planning anything, but they had no choice but to keep their mouths shut because the owner immediately appeared.

“Lien.”

“sorry. “It’s too late.”

“I don’t know how this happened.”

“I have a lot to talk about.”

“Right Now! say it.”

The servants all shrugged their shoulders as they screamed at the top of their lungs. But the wife just smiled and shook her pocket. He said, “Look at this.”

“I got Gula by selling Clark. “I was late because I was arguing with Sir Ian because he didn’t want to lower the price.”

The Count, whose fever had spread all the way to his head, paused for a moment.

Mrs. Merelov’s visit was a stepping stone for the Gula sale, not the actual transaction. But you get the gula right away like this.

“honey?”

Mrs. Merelov smiles brightly. She knew very well what Ian said was the first step to becoming a wind catcher.

“Shall we at least have a taste of this? “I have a lot to talk about, let’s talk about it.”

fantasy,