Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

Joseph glanced at him: a face covered in grime, tangled, dirty hair, and moldy, tattered clothes with almost all the pudding falling off. He then turned away from him, saying impatiently:

"Go away, go do what you're supposed to do. You wouldn't know anyway."

The prisoner, unfazed by Joseph's disdain, moved even closer.

"Sir, what do you think I can do in this prison? Please tell me."

"Hey."

Joseph sighed softly, sat up and leaned against the wall, and said with a smile, "Well, I'm just idling around anyway, so I'll tell you about it."

He stroked his beard and said slowly:

"Do you know who I was talking about earlier, Sargon?"

"Please speak, I'm listening."

"That's the head of the Yerosnek family, known as the 'Kingdom's Treasury'—Lord Sal, a high-ranking minister, Sal Yerosnek..."

The prisoner nodded, casting a longing glance at Joseph.

Seeing this, Joseph became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.

"This Prince Sal, he has been serving the king faithfully since the late king ascended the throne. Now, he is definitely a veteran of two reigns..."

Joseph spoke at length, recounting everything from his first meeting with Sal Jerosnek to their relationship over the next twenty years, and his imprisonment.

"So, the reason I came in is to give face to the officials above me. I'm using these kids as trainees, isn't it all to sing opera for Salgong and make him happy? Do you think Salgong will let me stay here for long?"

After Joseph finished speaking, the prisoner fawned over him:

"Sir, you're amazing! I'll follow you from now on! If you can get me out of here, I'll do anything to repay you, even be your slave."

Joseph stroked his beard smugly and said:

"How about this, since you look friendly, I might as well get you out of here when I get out of here."

"Thank you, sir! But..."

As he spoke, the prisoner looked away and lowered his head somewhat timidly.

Joseph frowned, and his face darkened slightly.

"But what?"

The prisoner, like a child who had done something wrong, pitifully knelt back two steps and whispered:

"Sir, it's not that I don't trust you, but could you write me a written agreement? That way, I can easily find you later with that agreement, so you won't forget me."

Upon hearing this, Joseph couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Hahaha, you're quite thoughtful. Alright, alright, I'll write one for you."

Immediately afterwards, he stood up and shouted towards the door:

"Warden! Warden! Bring me paper and pen! Hurry up!"

……

"It's all written down clearly, so it's definitely what that Joseph himself said, right?"

Gravel put the paper covered with writing aside, picked up the glass on the table, and slowly sipped the crystal-clear white wine.

Darius sat on the side chair, leaning against the armrest, a mound of fat on his chin jiggling as he opened and closed his mouth.

"Yes, Your Highness, then I will present these documents to His Majesty at tomorrow's morning assembly..."

"No, don't be so impatient, Lord Darius. A few witnesses and a few written documents can't prove anything. Besides, if such a shameful matter were exposed in front of all the officials, wouldn't that be a slap in Father's face? I have to inform Father privately."

As he spoke, Gravel's eyes flashed with cold light. "I want to see how my father will react when he learns that his trusted minister has done something so treacherous to the very foundation of the nation."

As he spoke, Gravel looked at James, who was sitting on the other side. James quickly caught Gravel's gaze and immediately adjusted his posture to face Gravel.

"Sir James, how was my silly brother yesterday?"

James solemnly said:

"Your Highness, four ladies accompanied Prince Halfas last night and they stayed with him until this morning. Also, the lady who accompanied Prince Halfas last month is now pregnant with his child."

After hearing this, Gravel's lips curled into a slight smile, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he leaned back in his seat, relaxing.

"Is this what the future king of the Asura Kingdom will look like?"

Chapter 168: Whispers (Part 3)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without a Transfer Event [Chapter 168] Side Talk (Part 3)

Chapter 168: Whispers (Part 3)

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Albert's perspective:

……

"Young master, that maid is dead."

"Oh, I know."

My subordinates left the room, and I looked out the window. The ginkgo trees in the courtyard had already turned half yellow.

The last maid who participated in Norren's kidnapping also died.

About half a year ago, when Little Norren first arrived here, he experienced a kidnapping. I also sent people to investigate. Even though the two murderers had already died that night, leaving no way to verify the evidence I found, I still managed to extract some clues from the two maids who were involved in the kidnapping.

Of course, even without these clues, I could guess the identity of the mastermind.

However, sanctioning that guy now is inappropriate and would only cause trouble for Prince Gravel.

But those corpses had other uses; sometimes the dead are more useful than the living.

It's only a matter of time before that old scoundrel named Joseph is released from prison. A few days of imprisonment are nothing to him. Fortunately, His Highness Gravel has already obtained some evidence.

In my case, I need to use those corpses to change the nature of the situation. When the perpetrator only targets civilians, the situation is very easy to cover up. But when the scope of victims expands from civilians to nobles, it often produces an explosive effect.

"Lord Albert~"

A melodious voice, like the tinkling of silver bells, reached my ears. The one calling my name must be a lovely girl with a beautiful and charming name.

I put away the documents and looked at the small head peeking out from the half-open door.

"Come in, little Norren."

"No way!"

"Then I'll be right there."

Little Noren was always so shy, so I darted to the door, opened it with one hand, and lifted the little one, who was about eight years old, up in my arms.

Six months ago, little Norren would have avoided me like the plague, but now he's much closer to me.

Although it wasn't the first time, little Norren still blushed and pounded his little fists hard on my chest.

"Ugh~ Lord Albert, you're bullying me."

Even when being hit, she didn't feel any pain. Every move she made seemed like she was being affectionate. Perhaps that's what makes children so adorable.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong."

I gently tapped her nose, and I kind of liked that gesture.

"Tell me, what do you want? I'll make it up to you."

"Hmm... let me think about it..."

Little Norren looked up at the ceiling, sucking his fingers.

After a while, Noren still couldn't figure out what she wanted.

The child is very light and comfortable to hold, but to be honest, a seven or eight-year-old child is not that young anymore. In addition, my sword training has always been sporadic, so after holding her for a while, my arms started to ache.

I bent down and put her back on the ground.

"How about this, I'll take you to buy a new dress tomorrow?"

Noren looked somewhat embarrassed, pointing to the red and white pleated floral dress she was wearing, which cost fifteen gold coins, and said:

"Hmm...maybe we should forget about it...Lord Albert...you just bought me new clothes a couple of days ago, and I really like them..."

If I bought new clothes a few days ago, does that mean I can't buy new ones again?

I'm a little confused. Where did this logic come from?

Living frugally is the way of commoners; nobles should act like nobles.

I remember when I was dating Elijah, she would buy out the whole store, pick out only one or two items she liked, wear them once or twice, and then continue buying new clothes.

While Norren may not be as extreme as Illyr, I cannot allow her to continue to retain the bad habits of lower-ranking nobles or commoners.

"It's alright, little Norren."

I stroked her head; her smooth, golden bangs were still as adorable as ever.

"Little Norren, we are nobles, and nobles should act like nobles. Don't worry about it. You can tell me whatever you want anytime. Even if it's to pluck stars from the sky, I will try my best to fulfill your wish, understand?"

"Uh-huh."

All I could see was her head lowered shyly, her eyes timid, as if she had done something wrong.

"Young Master, Miss Norren."

At this moment, the housekeeper, Mrs. Jaeger, came over.

"Lunch is ready. Master and... uh, I'm sorry, Master is already waiting for you two."

After saying this, Mrs. Jaeger gave an awkward bow.

She probably meant to say "Master and Miss Alice" just now, but since she said it this way, Alice probably hasn't returned yet.

Ever since rumors about Rudeus and the young lady of the Aiolos family reached the capital two months ago, and Alice, at Izuru's urging, went to Sharia to find Rudeus but was intercepted by the Sword King Kyrie, she has been training at the Water God Dojo every day and has not returned home since.

Regarding that matter, Prince Gravel also intended to put pressure on Rudius through Noren, but I did not agree to something that would harm Noren, and that was the first time I disobeyed Prince Gravel's orders.

But His Highness Gravel was kind and did not say anything about it.

I snapped out of my daze, got up, and took Noren's delicate little hand in mine.

"Let's go eat."

……

"Stop, take a break, Alice."

"Izuru-te leans on her wooden sword and says breathlessly."

"No! Let's try again!"

Alice roared in a hoarse voice.

"All right……"

Izuru lifted her bangs, which were soaked with sweat. Her gi was also soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her body. Even her undergarments were soaked through and revealed their flesh color.

Several apprentices watching from both sides of the dojo were taken out of the dojo by their fellow disciples because they had unknowingly started bleeding from their noses.

The bright red blood flowing from Alice's broken forehead had long since mingled with her long hair, which was completely soaked in sweat and turned dark red. Her wet gi also revealed the bruises on her body from the wooden sword cuts: thirteen on her chest, ten on her back, fifteen on her thighs, nine on her left arm, and seventeen on her right arm...

The previous round had just ended, and Alice couldn't remember where she had been hit. She only knew that as long as she hadn't fallen down, she still had a chance to fight back.

Alice swung her sword with all her might, and Izuru's wooden sword, unable to withstand the weight, snapped in two with a "clang".

"It's finally my turn, Izoruti!"

A tiger's roar swept past, and before Izuru could react, a heavy punch struck her face without mercy. She flew out as a blur, smashing a large hole in the dojo's screen.

The apprentices at the dojo felt a chill run down their spines when they saw Alice attacking like a maddened monster.

"Is this the monster who cultivates both the Sword God Style and the Water God Style...?"

Chapter 169.5: Whispers (4.5)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without a Transfer Event [Chapter 169.5] Side Notes (4.5)

Chapter 169.5: Whispers (4.5)

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Deep within the Silver Palace, in the King's Chamber, a maidservant beside the King carefully used a small white jade knife to cut the steaming, translucent fish, which resembled jelly, into thumb-sized pieces from a silver plate. Then, using a small gold spatula, she meticulously scooped the cut pieces of fish into the King's special golden bowl.

"Your Majesty, please have your breakfast."