The town's lord's mansion was just like any other building in this town. The white and simple stucco walls were clean and beautiful. Even though it was covered in snow, the light red roof tiles still revealed a little bit of fiery edges. Together with the evergreen plants in the courtyard, the whole small mansion was as small and exquisite as a fairy's courtyard. It did not have the ostentatious and luxurious feeling of other noble mansions.
It was a completely different world after entering the house.
The floor was paved with black and white marble, forming a simple but beautiful pattern. The gold-rimmed ceramic tiles, which were rare even in the Imperial City, covered the entire room. Like the marble, they were polished until they were as bright as a mirror.
The furnishings in the house were also quite stylish. There were soft and comfortable black and gray sofas, luxurious and thick cotton blankets, a fireplace carved from black oak, and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. These items didn't look special on their own, but when put together, they complemented each other and gave birth to a different kind of classical charm.
Under Vela's guidance, Miller met the Lord of the town, Duke Horan's youngest son, Angora Faust, in the study.
This wasn't the first time Miller had met Angora.
Two years ago, during the Harvest Festival, Miller had received a letter from his father and rushed back home to attend the celebration. That was when he met the youngest son of the Duke.
But at that time, Angora was still a child who only knew how to hide behind his father's back. Even though his behavior was passable, he was very shy, and didn't have the temperament of a noble at all.
This greatly disappointed many nobles who had wanted to invest in him to see if he could win the dukedom. Eventually, the eldest son, Pompey, won the support of almost all the nobles in the duchy. And Angora ended up being banished to a small border town like this … Even though he was given the title of Lord, it was essentially no different from being exiled.
Who would have thought that Angora would be able to do so well in a remote place like this? It was quite unbelievable.
Angora was currently sitting behind a large walnut wood table, his hands on the table, his fingers interlocked with each other to support his chin, as if sizing him up.
The reason why Miller used the word 'seemed' was because there was a window behind him, and with his back facing the light, he couldn't see Angora's expression at all.
This made him feel like he was being suppressed by the other party's aura for no reason, and cold sweat continuously appeared on his forehead.
Damn it, is this guy really that innocent little boy from two years ago?
When Miller was a guest in an Orc tribe near the border of the Grand Duchy of Rominos, the tribe's Great Shaman had once told him that there was no such thing as a natural born hero in this world. Everyone who became a hero was either born with a certain amount of talent or was pushed to that position by the tides of time and the environment around them.
At first, he scoffed at this argument. Not to mention the Chosen Ones, the existence of the Holy Sons and Holy Virgins almost completely refuted the Great Shaman's words.
But the moment he saw Angora, he was a little shaken. Could the environment and experiences really change a person that much?
"I think I've seen you before," Angora said.
"Yes, Mr. Faust, we met once at the Harvest Festival."
"I see. Send my regards to your father, the Minister of Military Affairs."
"Err …"
"What's wrong? If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm not a duke like my father, so there's no need to be so nervous. "Angora smiled." After all, when you get a position, your rank won't be much lower than mine. "
"Err … My father is the Minister of Finance …"
"…"
"…"
"Ahem, send my regards to the Minister of Finance," Angora corrected himself as if nothing had happened.
That formless pressure was immediately alleviated by this sentence.
Miller let out a sigh of relief and told Angora about the purpose of his visit, which was a letter from the Silver Eagle Duke, Horan Faust.
"The Duke hopes that you can come back to the capital during the Seeding Festival. He misses you very much," Miller said.
"I miss my father as well," Angora replied casually. After making sure that the wax seal was intact, he opened the letter and started reading it. "It's a pity that there's been a lot of work in town recently, so I can't leave."
The letter first expressed Angora's thoughts and comfort in a fatherly tone, then tactfully mentioned the death of his second brother, and reminded Angora to be careful. Other than that, Miller also hoped that Angora would come back to visit during the Seeding Festival.
Of course, Angora wouldn't go back. After all, he wasn't sure if he could revive like the other players, and staying in a town where there were other players to protect him was obviously the safest option …
He had already been ambushed once when he took up his post, so he was extremely wary of this sort of thing. He didn't want to put his life in someone else's hands ever again.
Moreover, there might even be people watching his life from the shadows, so of course he couldn't go back.
On the other hand, if he thought about it carefully, his current situation was a little awkward.
His life was being targeted for no reason, and he still didn't know who the mastermind was. His second brother, the only person who knew the truth, was already dead, so there was no way Angora could tell anyone about it. He couldn't possibly tell anyone that his second brother hired someone to kill him, but was killed by that person first. No one would believe him even if he told them … Moreover, the person who killed his second brother had already been killed by the players, so there was no way for him to tell anyone.
What was even more troublesome was that from his eldest brother's point of view, he might think that Angora had killed his second brother, and was planning to kill him as well in order to take over the Duke's inheritance. He would definitely be wary of Angora, and he might even try to kill Angora first … After all, the relationship between brothers in noble families was worse than plastic, and could only be considered a bubble relationship at best …
If he went back like an idiot at a time like this, wouldn't he just be making trouble for himself? After all, he didn't have a convenient protective item like the Debt Collector Beats series.
"So you can't go back? That's a shame, "Miller said with a slightly disappointed expression.
"Thank you for your hard work this time. Stay in town for a day before you leave. I've been quite busy lately, so going back or something …"
[Ding! Triggered a new quest — [Search for the Sword Tester]]
[Reward: Debt Collector Beat Wand x1]
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