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Looking at the sign of the Merchants of Beto, Ruel could see people with grim expressions crowding the front.
"A lot of people are here."
Ruel smirked.
He had heard a lot of people saying there were no winners in a gang fight. However, thinking of the two monsters he had following him, he could only say it was a laughable idea to even think they could measure up to them.
Ruel went inside without even looking at them.
"What do you think?"
Ruel asked the two people. The only answer that came was a snort. Ruel was satisfied hearing the meaning that it was not worth dealing with.
"Will it be okay?"
Aris was the only one who was scared.
It was understandable.
He didn't know those monsters well, so Ruel understood how he felt.
"It'll be okay."
Ruel gave a light answer.
After recognizing Cassion's face, a guild member guided them to the owner.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, nobleman. I am called Jirie, the upper owner who runs the Merchants of Beto."
"I won't say much, who exactly am I dealing with?"
A cough followed.
Ruel sat roughly before Jirie answered.
He had a slight headache because his fever had yet to go away.
Every breath he took made a sound.
Aware of what he looked like from others' perspective, Ruel looked into Jirie's eyes and grinned.
Ruel laughed.
Jirie was truly a merchant by nature.
Even though he knew Ruel was a nobleman, he was already putting a price on him.
"It's the Merchants of Ribone."
"I mean, being vicious is not the way of a merchant. You insist that I give you the merchant even though I've already bought it?"
"That's right."
"That's not funny."
It was a voice full of sincerity.
It was not a merchant's job to threaten someone to revert what had already been done.
A person who does such things is a thug.
"Oh, no! Go back!"
It was noisy outside.
"Get out of here."
Bang!
The door opened violently along with the sound of a curious voice.
A man tall and big enough to reach the top of the door came inside.
"It's a disaster to see a junkie crawling in."
Ruel looked at the man and criticized him.
"What?"
He approached Ruel with a harsh sneer. But he couldn't get close.
Cassion's aura pushed him to stop walking.
"If you don't want to lose your neck, don't come any closer."
"Hahaha! That's funny."
The man's smile was directed at the coughing and spouting sick man.
YOU ARE READING
I became the sick nobelman
AventuraI became a miserably weak aristocrat in the web novel 'SSS-Class Knight'. With a body that can drop at a moment's notice, no less. 'Let's live for now. Let's fight on.' I have to survive, even without knowing the ending. _________________________...
