Medieval: Kingdom Come: Deliverance

Chapter 245 Debt Repayment Mission

8 month 3 day.

The six divisions of the Silver Dawn Knights were still busy suppressing the Hungarian troops who had broken out of the city and the Cuman deserters:

Hans and Chris, as Captain Katz's assistants, are assembling an artillery unit to continue producing gunpowder and testing artillery.

Jerry the mouse and Pollock the grave robber are searching for the Holy Grail hidden in a treasure map in a nearby church cemetery.

The brave intelligence officer, Vitek, and the brewer, Smile, head to the Crossroads Tavern to find Barbara and build the Happy Forest Intelligence Center, which integrates bathing, lodging, and entertainment.

Peter, however, appears in the labyrinthine underground tunnels of Coutenburg to complete the task that Henry had failed to finish.

Henry has now been conscripted by Peter and become the captain of the fifth division of the Silver Dawn Knights. He is leading the Knights in hunting down and besieging the Hungarian troops leaving the city and the Cuman deserters, keeping him extremely busy.

Some tasks were left unfinished, so Peter came to complete them for him and, incidentally, made a quick buck in the city.

He had been eyeing the wealth of the Italian Palace for a long time.

To keep things moving easily, Peter unloaded all the supplies in his cargo compartment except for the money and hid them separately in different places.

It weighs over 80 tons, and even a fully loaded 12-wheeled transport vehicle would require two of them. If we were to use modern four-wheeled horse-drawn carriages, it would take more than 80 carriages to carry it.

This was the wealth he had painstakingly accumulated since arriving in Kutenberg, enough to support the lives of over a hundred knights and their horses.

He was still a little unaccustomed to suddenly being able to undress and feel light as a feather again.

"It's alright, after a trip to the city, I'll be a tough guy again!" Peter comforted himself.

Accompanying him were Brienne and white-haired Robert. To avoid attracting attention, all three of them were dressed in aristocratic silk clothes and hats, and Peter had put away their weapons, armor, and bows.

"Sir, according to the underground tunnel map Henry gave us, going up from here leads to the Rutherd family's basement."

Brienne illuminated the parchment map with a torch as a reminder.

"Okay, let's go up. Don't take action unless absolutely necessary."

Peter gave the two a word of advice, straightened his clothes, dusted himself off, and climbed up. He easily opened the door with a simple twist of two wires.

Soon, they heard the voices of the people above speaking.

"Henry's first debt repayment: Returning the books."

Peter flipped his wrist, and a parchment book, "A Collection of Strange Tales," appeared in his hand. This was a promise Henry had made to Miss Rosa to retrieve the book from Malesov Castle.

Since Henry can't come back now, Peter will fulfill his promise on his behalf.

Peter and his two companions, dressed in aristocratic attire, swaggered into Rutherford Palace.

"Such a handsome and dashing person must be a good person."

"Yes, yes, look at his beautiful clothes and the two servants behind him, he must be a noble young master."

"Although I don't know him, I knew at first sight that he must be incredibly valuable."

"Perhaps he's here to see Lord Rusted, or maybe he's here to see Miss Rosa. A young man like this is naturally only suitable for Miss Rosa to receive."

"I didn't dare to talk to him, but the look he gave me made me want to wash my face, which was all dirty from working, three times over."

Then, amidst the slightly surprised gazes and hushed whispers of the maids, servants, and guards inside, he made his way unimpeded to Miss Rosa's boudoir on the top floor. A middle-aged man dressed as a butler at the door was visibly taken aback when he saw Peter, but under Peter's kind gaze, he quickly opened the door and invited him in.

Brienne and Robert tactfully remained outside. Entering a noblewoman's boudoir wasn't so easy.

Is this the benefit of having a Charisma rating of 30? It's really powerful. Peter was smug.

Peter strode confidently into the room. It was a room filled with feminine charm; sunlight streamed through the large glass windows, illuminating the soft carpet and exquisite furniture. A faint scent of roses permeated the air.

Two young women were sitting on soft chairs by the window, holding parchment scrolls in their hands, seemingly discussing something.

One of them had fiery red hair that reached her shoulders, wore an exquisite gold headband, and a well-tailored gold silk robe that accentuated her snow-white skin. Her demeanor was both intelligent and carried a touch of noble mystery.

The other was dressed in a light blue silk robe, with an elegant white veil on his head. His azure eyes, like clear lake water, were now looking at the uninvited, handsome young stranger with undisguised surprise.

Peter's gaze swept quickly across the surroundings, finally settling on the red-haired woman. Maintaining impeccable manners, he bowed slightly and said in a gentle yet magnetic voice, "I apologize for interrupting your enjoyment. I have been entrusted by Henry of Scarlitz to return this book to Miss Rosa."

As he spoke, he gracefully handed over the red-covered book, "A Collection of Strange Tales and Anecdotes."

The two ladies' eyes were instantly drawn to Peter. They sized up the young man before them: his tall, strong physique perfectly complemented his aristocratic attire, and his handsome face wore a perfectly measured smile. In particular, his red hair, which was peeked out from under his hat and was similar in color to Miss Rosa's, drew a hint of surprise and curiosity to their eyes.

Miss Rosa took the book, her fingertips lightly tracing the cover, her eyes revealing delight. But she suppressed her curiosity and asked, "Thank you very much! However, why didn't Mr. Henry come in person? I thought—the fire at Malesov Castle had reduced this book to ashes."

"Henry is too busy these days to handle everything, so he has no choice but to ask me, a person with nothing better to do, to run errands for him."

Peter smiled slightly, his words perfectly measured, while also offering a compliment, "Moreover, it is my honor to serve such a beautiful lady as you."

His words were humble and polite, befitting the manners of high society.

"Wow," Miss Rosa gently turned the pages to make sure the book was intact. She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then a blush appeared on her face.

She asked tentatively, a hint of shyness in her voice, "This book—you didn't peek inside, did you?"

She was well aware that this collection of strange tales contained many folk jokes and anecdotes that would be considered quite bold or even somewhat erotic by today's standards.

Peter shook his head without flinching or hesitation, his tone sincere: "Of course not, madam. Protecting the privacy of one's client is a matter of principle for any nobleman."

Even if I accidentally caught a glimpse, I absolutely cannot admit it! This is a matter of reputation—and the success or failure of the mission!

"That's good, that's good."

Her clever little mind raced. "My name is Rosa, daughter of Sir Rushard. Stranger, sir? What should I call you?"

"You may call me Peter, beautiful lady."

Peter bowed humbly and introduced himself, but he concealed something, not revealing his surname or identity.

"A very nice name."

Miss Rosa exclaimed in admiration. She also sensed Peter's subtle refusal.

The elegant young man before her was undoubtedly a nobleman. His reluctance to reveal information meant he didn't want to talk about it further, and the clever girl didn't press him for details.

But the lady in blue next to her covered her mouth in surprise. She looked at the red hair that was faintly visible under Peter's peacock hat, and then at his young and handsome face. She seemed to be thinking of some kind of rumor that was often discussed among the nobles.

"It is my honor to be able to complete such an elegant task as delivering books, and I am very happy to meet two beautiful ladies."

Peter took in the two ladies' reactions, then bowed again in a standard farewell: "Now that Henry's request has been fulfilled, I will not disturb your enjoyment any longer. Have a pleasant day."

"You have a good time too, Mr. Peter." The two ladies rose at the same time and returned the greeting with elegance.

Watching Peter's tall figure disappear behind the door, which closed gently behind him, Miss Rosa was still immersed in the afterglow of their encounter, her gaze somewhat unfocused. It wasn't until she noticed her best friend Anna's unusual reaction that she realized what was happening.

"What's wrong, Anna? Your face—" Rosa asked with concern.

The woman in blue was Anna, the widow of the Waldstein family, a wealthy woman whose fortune was no less than that of the Rutherd family.

"Have you heard the stories among the nobles about His Majesty Wenceslaus's illegitimate son?" Anna reminded her.

"You mean that redhead Peter from Trostsky? Peter!"

Miss Rosa gasped in surprise, covering her mouth. "Impossible! How could he be here? This is Kutenberg, over a hundred miles away!"

Anna chuckled, "Haven't you heard another rumor? That Prince Brunswick, the Grand Master of the Silver Dawn Knights who destroyed Malesov, is actually Lord Peter?"

"Destroy Malesov? That's why this book..."

Rosa, who had been hiding in Rutherford Palace, was naturally not as well-informed as Anna, who frequently attended aristocratic gatherings. Upon seeing this news and looking at the book in her hand, she suddenly realized what was going on.

"Oh my God!"

Miss Rosa let out a frustrated groan. "I just—I just had such a close conversation with a real prince, a legendary figure, and I was so stupid not to recognize him! And I just let him go!"

She jumped up from the chair, lifted her skirt, and rushed towards the door, hoping to catch up with that figure.

However, the corridor was already empty. When asked, the guards at the door and the maids passing by either looked blank or only remembered that he was a "very handsome and elegant young nobleman," but no one knew where he had gone.

Miss Rosa leaned against the doorframe, gazing at the empty corridor, a sense of indescribable frustration welling up inside her.

It felt as if she had just missed a chance that could have changed her destiny. That feeling was even more painful and regrettable than losing hundreds of thousands of Grossen dollars.

Anna stood behind her, her gaze deep, lost in thought.

He'll be attending the Noble Alliance meeting, won't he? That's something to look forward to.

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