Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 82 Bathhouse Conspiracy
Lying in the bathtub, Haven rested her head on a towel, comfortably enjoying the tingling sensation of the water washing over her body.

It must be said that the owner of this bathhouse is indeed very good at business. The entire bathhouse is paved with magic rune boards, and in addition to various special services, there are also all kinds of food and fruits.

He grabbed a green crystal grape from the plate and put it in his mouth. The sweet juice burst out instantly, and Haven couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure.

"Dear customer, your massage service is here. Would you like to start now or wait a while?"

Opening his eyes, he saw a girl in a white silk sundress standing in front of him. The steam made the dress cling tightly to her body, making her extremely alluring.

Just as Haven was about to express his feelings, a series of bubbles came from the tub. Turning his head, he saw Lori struggling to stand up from the tub.

"What's wrong, Lori?"

"Ptooey~ Ptooey~ It's nothing, it's nothing, Mr. Will, the ground here is too slippery, I accidentally slipped and fell."

Seeing the boy's embarrassed expression, Haven didn't point it out. He smiled, stood up from the water, and took the towel the girl handed him, covering his shoulders with it.

"Let's go, let's go now."

Goya Bathhouse - 4th Floor Deluxe Room

"Baron Oliver, what is your opinion on my master's suggestion?"

An obese man lies on a soft recliner, enjoying a foot massage from two female masseuses. His expression shifts between pain and pleasure as the masseuses' fingers move nimbly.

“Manager Ampar, I have long heard of the great reputation of your Freya Tear Hall. It is certainly good that you are investing here, but to be honest, I really don’t know what is there in such a remote place as Helgen that would be of interest to that important person.”

The middle-aged man, referred to as the supervisor of Ampar, held a glass of red wine and gently swirled it. The bright red wine shimmered brilliantly under the magical lights in the room.

"Baron Oliver, you are too modest. Helgen is one of the few towns connected to the North, and its development is better than some small towns. Such excellent prospects are naturally worth the investment of our Freya Tears Hall."

And~”

At this point, the supervisor, Ampar, glanced at the two female technicians, who very considerately left the room to leave the two of them a private space to communicate.

"Lord Oliver, you've held the title of Baron for quite a while now, haven't you? I wonder if you have any thoughts about moving up the ranks?"

Baron Oliver, who had been half-lying on the soft bed eating fruit, suddenly perked up and struggled to sit up.

“Oh? Director Ampar, your suggestion is quite interesting. However, you should know that I am a resident noble directly appointed by His Majesty Frederick IV. My promotion usually depends on His Majesty’s will. Only if my work here meets the standards can I have a chance after a few years.”

"Of course, of course, we are aware of these things, so we are here to seek your cooperation with the utmost sincerity."

Baron Oliver felt somewhat pleased looking at Ampar, who was smiling humbly, and gestured for him to continue.

"Lord Oliver, your presence in such an important location as Helgen must be due to the deep trust His Majesty Frederick. My husband happens to be His Majesty Frederick's most loyal subject. Therefore, in addition to increasing our investment in your economic development, we will also assist you in monitoring and infiltrating the North."

After Amber finished speaking, the already quiet luxury private room became even more silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. After a long while, Baron Oliver emerged from the water like a drowning man, gasping for breath, his brow beaded with sweat, and stared at the middle-aged man lying opposite him. Manager Amber was very pleased with the man's shocked expression; this was the effect he wanted.

"Lord Oliver, don't be too shocked. These are not secrets in my master's eyes."

"What, what are you trying to do?"

Baron Oliver writhed to his feet, exuding an aura of dominance and attempting to instill his authority in Amber. However, his pale, flabby body and out-of-shape appearance only made him look comical.

"Lord Oliver, please relax. We're here to discuss a collaboration with you, and of course, we're here to do something that will make you happy!"

Seeing that he couldn't overpower Ampar with his presence, Oliver simply sat down, wanting to hear what the other party was planning.

"Let me make it clear in advance that His Majesty's kindness to me is higher than the sky, and I would never do anything to harm His Majesty's interests."

As a confidant of Duke Ampère, Ampère naturally understood the subtext of Oliver's words and replied with a smile:
"Of course, Duke Abe is His Majesty's most trusted minister, so you can rest assured."

Hearing the other party reveal their background, Oliver wasn't particularly surprised. After all, he had heard that Freya's Tears Hall was opened by Duke Ampère's second son in memory of his deceased wife.

"So what do you want to do, or rather, what do you want me to do?"

Listening to Baron Oliver's question, Haven nodded in satisfaction. As expected of a close advisor to His Majesty Frederick, he was quick to accept things.

"Since Lord Oliver is so straightforward, I won't beat around the bush with you. Duke Ambé and the other officials have decided to curb the development of the North. Recently, those barbarians in the North have become increasingly audacious, and we need to take some action to make them realize their place and role."

Oliver listened to the other person's words with a dazed expression, not quite understanding what the other person wanted to do.

Ampar looked into Oliver's eyes and said, word by word:

"The matter is very simple, very simple. Lord Oliver, you don't even have to take any risks. All we ask is that you detain and inspect anything that enters or leaves the North for three days. In return, you will receive a large amount of clean baka, and Helgen Town will also attract a large number of merchant guilds. This way, you can both satisfy the town's economic development and supervise the North."

As Ampar finished speaking, even though the temperature in the private room was neither too hot nor too cold thanks to the magic device, Oliver couldn't stop sweating from streaming down his face. He picked up a towel and wiped it off, then raised the glass next to him and drank it all in one gulp.

"Are you trying to kill me? Get out! Get out of here right now! The Northern Border is full of royalists. If I try to control them, I'll probably be dead before I even know how I died!"

Seeing Oliver's furious outburst, Ampar's expression remained unchanged as he stood up and smiled as he refilled the latter's glass with wine.

"Of course, of course, we certainly can't proceed so abruptly. After all, those lunatics in the North are not good if we push them too far. My master's idea is to only do it for a few months, to let their stupid minds clear up and prevent them from doing things that make everyone unhappy."

"A few months!!!! Every few days, an imperial envoy will come and cut off my head and hang it up."

Ampar stepped forward and gently patted Oliver on the shoulder.

"Of course, of course, I said I wouldn't put you in danger, you'll have a good reason."

(End of this chapter)