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”Well, if only a little”
I'd really like to get home to the inn soon though!
”Mm-hmm. Just for a second.”
”Oh! Okay, over there. Here you go.”
What a carriage you had in place. You're ready. But is this guy stupid? You don't even name yourself, all of a sudden get in the carriage? I'd like to see you if there's an idiot riding in a carriage.
No, you must be insulting my child Fran. I mean, he hasn't looked into Fran's identity. What the hell are you going to do? He just looks like a con man, like deafening information and not letting him lose it.
If you appraise a man, it doesn't feel like a bad guy...... You're a nobleman for once. I am a baron.
”What's your name?
”Huh? Oh, I'm late for my offer. My name is Beckert.”
The nobility is unnamed and grumpy. You're nothing but suspicious.
”What's the story?
”Uh, how long will it be?”
”Here's good.”
Don't follow suspicious people.
”But...”
”Then I won't ask. Return.”
”Oh! Oh, wait! You'll regret it!
”... are you going to threaten me?
”Chi, no! Oh, that's not what I meant! Hey, wait a minute! Hey! Come out!
When Fran turns back on her heels, she speaks in the carriage in a way that the man panicked. Then two men of inflexibility descend from inside. I knew by the signs, but you obviously threatened Fran in the carriage, or you were going to attack him, right?
But since Fran categorically refused to take the carriage, he instructed him to come out quickly to intimidate us.
Two men royally surround Fran. This behold, he shouts the sword of his hips to show it, and looks at it as if he is angry. You seem used to these kinds of jobs.
It's not a big deal in strength. A muscle of shame and a weapon that has only become fashion. It's funny that acting skills are higher than swordsmanship. If the average soldier was at the Count Baileys house last night, he would be controllable by himself.
”So, what's the story?
”Huh? That's right.”
Beckert is surprised by Fran, who is not freaked out at all, on the contrary. But he also remembered his purpose, and began to tell Fran why he spoke to him as he lurked his voice on the spot.
”Actually. My Lord desires the sword you bear.”
”Lord? Who?
”I won't reveal that...... If you can give your sword away, I will pay 50 million gold. Isn't that a good story?