Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

If it's true, then he really has a lot of nerve to dare to use Prince Gravel's orders.

I looked up at the clock on the wall in the restaurant. It was almost time, but I wasn't in a rush to get to Asura Royal Academy.

After I paid the bill, I took Isorti and Alice and we set off.

We didn't eat much, and the three of us didn't spend much money. The bill only had two silver coins on it. Of course, I'm not one to be stingy with money.

As agreed, Izuru, Alice, and I first arrived at the alley next to the third library building and lay in ambush.

The sun has set, and time is almost up.

"Big brother, are you sure this is the place?"

"Yes."

There are people ahead.

"Izoruti said."

A master of the Water God Flow King level can easily distinguish footsteps and killing intent that ordinary people cannot hear, which is why Alice and I quieted down.

As soon as Izoluti finished speaking, two women came out from around the corner. They were the maids that Prince Gravel had arranged to take care of Noren. I recognized them, and they were carrying bulging money bags in their hands.

"Thank you so much."

"It's alright, we have plenty of money. Just make sure you keep your mouths shut. If even the slightest word gets out, it's a capital offense."

Behind the two women, a man dressed in aristocratic attire came out, but I could tell at a glance that he was not an aristocrat. His posture, with his elbows at his sides and his arms in front of him, clearly indicated that he was a butler.

Behind this man was another person who looked like he was doing manual labor. This person had a burlap sack on his shoulder, and something that looked like a large roundworm was struggling inside the sack. If I'm not mistaken, it must be Noren.

"Understood, understood. There's no one on this path, so you should walk here."

"That's really thoughtful."

The two men said goodbye to the two women and were now directly in front of the three of us, but we were hiding in a corner, the enemy in the open and us in the dark.

It cannot be confirmed at this time whether the contents of the sack are Norren or a person.

"There's no one here, let's try it out. The boss doesn't have any requirements in that area."

"Okay, whatever you say."

The sack was placed on the ground, and the simply dressed man opened it, revealing a small head.

"It's Noren!"

Alice drew her sword, yelled, and jumped out from the corner.

At the same time, the two thieves were also startled and drew their swords, ready to fight.

"who?"

"It's the Imperial Guard!"

Although it was a day off, Alice was still wearing the Royal Guard's regular uniform. As soon as he got close, the thief in aristocratic attire immediately recognized Alice's identity.

Seeing Alice charge forward wielding her swords, the two thieves were extremely surprised, but they quickly regained their composure, one assuming the Water God Style stance and the other the Northern God Style stance.

To remain so calm in the face of the Imperial Guards requires either a powerful backer and extensive experience, or the ability to kill countless people and possess formidable strength.

I think they clearly belong to the former category.

If Alice were to kill them both in one go, their corpses wouldn't speak, and things would become very difficult afterward.

"Alice, spare one of them."

"I see!"

As she spoke, Alice moved with lightning speed, swiftly slashing down with her knife, simultaneously cutting off the arms of the two thieves who were holding swords.

"Damn it! How dare these mere Imperial Guards attack us! Do they even know who we are?!"

"who is it?"

I, Brady Kande, put on the mask and went forward.

Compared to Alice, who has only been in the capital for less than half a year, I am quite famous in the capital. If I don't wear a mask, it would be difficult for them to recognize me and tell me the truth.

At least take advantage of their bluffing to get them to reveal their backer.

"Hehe, you'll be shocked when I tell you!"

The man in aristocratic attire clutched his wound and glared at me fiercely; it was obvious who his backer was.

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"Get closer!"

That guy yelled at me.

I slowly moved closer to him, turning my ear towards him.

"Ha!"

"Hahahaha! You think you can even know who I am? You're not even worthy to carry my shoes!"

"You bastard! Behave yourself!"

"Ooh!"

As she spoke, Alice plunged the sword into his other arm, and the man howled in pain.

"Damn it! How dare you treat me like this! I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"He's really stubborn as a mule."

I took off my mask, and in the dim light of the alley, the guy recognized me.

Thankfully, I was wearing a mask at the time, so I didn't get spat all over my face by that foul-smelling saliva.

"You are... Uncle... Uncle..."

"So you know me, that makes things much easier. My name is Albert Boreas Greirat, I don't think I need to introduce myself further."

"Ahhh!"

"Uh!"

Upon seeing this, the simply dressed man picked up the sword from the ground and stabbed the man in aristocratic attire in the chest.

But Alice was no pushover; she swiftly chopped off the man's other hand as well.

At this moment, the man who had been spitting at me aggressively just moments before was now slumped on the ground, a pool of steaming liquid flowing from between his legs glistening in the moonlight.

The simply dressed man stood there like a walking corpse, his eyes glazed over.

They're probably some kind of assassin, deliberately preparing this to prevent their colleagues from saying anything detrimental to their benefactor—it's all or nothing.

This style of doing things feels very familiar; it's exactly like that of a certain superior minister.

"Fine, take them back and interrogate them slowly. While you're at it, let them experience the Boreas family's private torture."

I cut the cloak into long strips with my sword and tied them together.

"No! No! No!"

Suddenly I remembered that Noren was still there.

I rushed toward the sound of the sack, ripped it open, cut the ropes binding her with my sword, and removed the cloth from her mouth.

"Waaaaah..."

The moment the ropes binding her were untied, she threw herself into my arms, sobbing softly.

"...I'm so scared..."

"Don't be afraid, little Norren, with me here, no one will ever treat you like this again."

"Waaaaah... Lord Albert..."

I gently stroked her back, her soft hair occasionally brushing against my palm. I felt that this child was very delicate, like a fragile flower branch or grass leaf that could be easily broken.

Although she is not my biological sister, I have developed a strong desire to protect her.

I don't want her to suffer any more injustice. No matter who it is, I can't let her cry like this again.

If there were such a thing, I might draw my sword for her.

Chapter 131: Whispers (Part 6)

No Job Reincarnation: Even Without a Transfer Event, I Must Live Seriously [Chapter 131] Side Talk (6)

Chapter 131: Whispers (Part 6)

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"Ooh!"

A scream rang out in the darkness, and Alice and I quickly turned around.

The simply dressed man bit down hard on the neck of the aristocratic man, just as a bloodthirsty wolf would bite its prey.

The stench of blood filled the air, and the beast-like eyes glowed green in the darkness.

Before Alice and I could react, the man also bit his tongue and committed suicide. The two thieves were now two gruesome corpses.

"What a pity, we can't find the guys behind them."

Alice used her sword to push aside the two men's corpses and looked at me with a gloomy expression.

I stroked Noren's head, who was in my arms, thankfully she didn't see that cruel scene.

"I have a rough idea of ​​who it is, but I have no proof."

"Now we have it!"

It was Izoruti's voice coming from the other side of the alley.

Alice and I looked in the direction of the sound and saw Izuru holding a sword in one hand and two money bags in the other.

The two distraught women in front of her were the maids that Prince Gravel had sent to serve Noren, and who were also the ones who had just traded Noren to the two thieves with a bag of money.

What an unfaithful servant.

In the household of Bereas, such disloyal servants would be executed in a very cruel manner.

But keeping them around still has some use.

"They actually sold Noren for such a small amount of money. They're willing to risk their lives for money."

I looked at the two bags of money that Izoruti had seized. If they were all Asura gold coins, I estimated there were about five hundred of them.

I've also seen some people who traffic people outside the capital. Generally speaking, the most expensive are the orcs. If the quality is high, they cost around two or three hundred Asra gold coins. Thinking about it this way, Norren does seem to be quite valuable.

However, Norren is certainly not comparable to those who are sold. If we talk about bloodline, Norren has the blood of the Notos family and the upper-class nobles of Milis flowing in his veins, so he can be said to be quite noble.

……

After handing the two servants and the two corpses over to the patrolling guards to help them be sent back to the mansion, Izoruti also went home.

The problem at hand is both simple and complex. Although we can guess who the mastermind is, the two main culprits are already dead, and even the two maids may not know the whole story.

If the other party is an ordinary person, then there is no problem in arresting them directly. Noble families never need any evidence to arrest people.

But this time is different. If those two maids are simply greedy, then complicated matters become simple.

At most, it's just that the two corpses made full use of their value, and all speculations are now impossible to verify.

"Albert, what do you think?"

My father sat upright on the sofa opposite me, and as he spoke, he poured a glass of wine and handed it to me.

I took the glass and took a small sip; I wasn't in the mood for wine at the moment.

"I think, based on what we have now, at most those two servants are bewitched and, under the guise of His Highness the Prince's orders, are cooperating with those two human traffickers to try to kidnap Noren."

"Yes, that's true."

The father stroked his chin and said.

"Have you found out the identities of those two dead men?"

"We've already sent people to investigate."

"We'll deal with the rest once the investigation is complete."

To be honest, it's hard to determine the identities of those two dead people, but at least it's clear that they were stewards or similar people in the household of some nobleman.