Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 41

The talkative Werry clearly understood his duty.

What he revealed was almost identical to what we had hoped for. The only difference is that more details have been added?

“Fa, Favaera was originally a guy who led a small mercenary group, doing mercenary work when there was work and stealing when there was no. Although it is usually what low-quality mercenaries do, Favaera is more diligent than them There was a difference in being good at collecting hair and hair.”

In fact, he was hired after Favaera paid for the barony, but he was good at calculations and had many connections, so he was working as an aide.

Anyway, the baron’s real name is Baera.

“Why did you add ‘pa’ in front?”

“Yes, four letters makes you feel like an aristocrat…”

“It’s a stupid idea beyond imagination. Isn’t Cheryl, the two letters, more aristocratic?”

“You’re right! After all, that’s the extent of the idea of a guy who even thinks of buying a title with money!”

Along with the enthusiastic response, the conversation that flowed like a liquidation flow was a truly friendly Werri.

In any case, unlike the idea of a pure fool, it must have been true that Pavaera’s financial sense and business ability were above the average of the surroundings.

Pavaera, who never spent the money he earned through steady mercenary work, plundering and stealing, and collected it diligently, achieved the splendid feat of buying a baron, a mansion, and even a wine farm from a fallen aristocrat.

Bastard, honestly, if you look at the level of sincerity, he is sincere enough to hit the target.

It was a problem because it was a bad thing and sincere, but I can’t erase the thought that I wouldn’t have made a name for myself even if I had done ordinary mercenary work.

“It was enough to say that he was good enough… but he must have been more ambitious. He started looking for shortcuts like stealing honor.”

That’s why I’m an adventurer. The content, which we thought was too risky for us, was similar to the sense of a guy who was looting and stealing in the end.

It’s already been several months since things started to progress based on the truly staggeringly criminal way of thinking that just leave no evidence and go undetected, as it has been so far.

In reality, his behavior was meticulous, and he faithfully continued behind the scenes work for an alibi. More than anything else, when the story came out that there were unknown cubs helping him, both Cheryl and I were taken aback.

“You helped with that? Didn’t that bastard hire you for money?”

“Yes, Pavaera is always alone, so I can’t find out his personal information…”

“Fuck the world, the end of the world, very.”

Our Weri flinched as if he felt my sincerity, so I conveyed my intention not to mind with a single wave of my hand.

For what purpose did investors stick to such an illegal and not profitable business? Unless the purpose is to raise a villain, aren’t there too many uncertain elements before Favaera can repay the favor?

I thought about who really raised it because there was a way to use it politically, but I couldn’t dare predict with my ordinary intelligence.

Seriously, I wonder if I may have kicked out the fostering of a scoundrel like a forbidden jade leaf in order to make an honorary film for a young warrior who is still undergoing intense training.

In the end, I concluded the accident by saying that there must have been a mentally ill person who was trying to turn the world into an extremely evil place, and I opened my mouth to pat our friend Werri on the shoulder, who was very scared because of sticking to silence.

“Don’t be so intimidated, Werri. I think you’re extremely cooperative right now. I’m generous with those who go to Eldmia.”

“Joe, I wasn’t worried at all! I was just wondering if I could give you more information, and the expression showed on my face! Ha ha ha!”

“Hey, our Werri! You’re so quick-witted and sharp-witted that I don’t understand why you were working under that bastard! I’m so glad you can’t use a sword!”

“Haha…yes? A sword?”

“Yes. Sword. If you swung a sword at me, wouldn’t you be dead with those bastards by now? Thinking that we might have lost our pleasant Werri like that makes me fucking regret it again.”

As he laughs and mixes some menace, Werry’s expression visibly stiffens, then loosens, feigning laughter again.

It’s not bad. If you let him live, he’ll be able to use it in any way, unless he quits everything and goes back to farming. Even if he returned to farming, there was nothing wrong with gaining all the information to be obtained because the number of people who had been instilled with faith increased by one.

“Is it worth keeping a guy like that alive?”

Sheryl, who was looking disapprovingly at Werry, who promised to guarantee his life under the condition that he would testify about the whole situation later in the guild, asked me from a little distance away.

“well?”

“Well…”

“I’ve made a deal to give you my life in exchange for blowing all the information and even testifying, so I’m just protecting it. Wouldn’t it be normal to know what his value is later or never know?”

Even knowing the full story of the incident, he drove many adventurers to their deaths. But that’s not my business.

In the first place, this incident was also woven by thorough coincidence, and it was not aimed at me or someone around me.

In a world where a 15-year-old kid satisfactorily practiced the art of killing in real combat, he had no idea of whether to kill or save on the basis of good or evil.

Did you just touch me or not? That’s it.

“But, obviously, isn’t he the one who participated in the crime? How…”

Noble Cheryl jumped out at the moment, as if my judgment was bothering me. It’s a way of speaking that can sometimes be confusing but easy to understand.

“If you don’t like that, kill me later.”

“…huh?”

I don’t think he said anything particularly strange, but Cheryl showed a surprising reaction and looked slightly taken aback.

“No matter how much you think about it, if killing is the right thing to do, find it separately later and kill it. All I did was exchange information for the immediate life, not to keep him protected.”

I don’t know if he did me a favor with pure intentions first, but that’s not the case, of course I’m not interested in the later.

Isn’t it even unknown how the unidentified sponsor he talked about in the first place will react? He might be the one who will die on his own if left alone.

“But not right now. He made that deal with me, and honestly, he’s doing his job better than expected.”

“Are you going to keep using him? Even if he’s just a villain?”

“I don’t have any particular intention of continuing to use it, but I wonder if I can use it if I run into it somewhere? More than anything, good and evil are not so clearly defined in the world, Cheryl.”

However, I don’t think it’s necessary to make a pre-judgement based on hasty judgment. Who knows if he’s keeping his mouth shut because he’s worried that I’ll make a mistake, even though he has a nasty story.

But you can think of it that way. On the contrary, thinking like that and pursuing goodness can never be seen as a bad thing. Even though I am the owner of a previous life who suffered a dog death rather than compensation for living a good life, I still believe that it is good to be kind.

He was proud enough, so he tousled his hair and added just one word.

“Of course, the fact that it doesn’t apply to all guys can be explained just by the guys I killed here.

“What if a good man harms you?”

“I’ll weigh in on the seriousness, but if you cross the line, you’ll die and become nice.”

The only person who can do me that much harm and still be good is a dead person.

In the end, the adventurers who organized the story and organized the soldiers in the forest of Pavaera who pretended to be thieves returned one after another to hear the truth of the incident and turned their eyes in anger.

There were not that many deaths, but it seemed that the cause was that the soldiers who recognized the strange situation withdrew their feet rather than their skills. In fact, the number of heads brought by the surviving adventurers seemed less than half, let alone 40.

Favaera died of excessive blood loss in indifference while we didn’t pay much attention to it.

It wasn’t really necessary anyway, and it was already a situation in which documented evidence could be collected through Werry, so no one felt sorry for it. Well, if the adventurers who couldn’t cool down felt sorry for them, then they felt sorry for them.

Still, it wasn’t such a bad result as it was certain that some of Favaera’s assets, which would be disposed of after reporting to the guild, would return to us in the form of guild’s poor management and additional compensation.

Of course, he wanted to take it all away, but his position as an adventurer was that much. If only Cheryl and I were here, we would have gone right away and swept away everything that made money.

However, it was self-evident that even a portion of the assets distributed by the guild was no small amount of profit, so the adventurers who hit the calculations with cold heads about the battle and situation got on the wagon, genuinely delighted with the unexpected profit.

But there was no Garoon in it.

that was a bit disappointing He was a kind person, I mean.