Translator: Cinder Translations
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Earl Maltz Kent of Emden had been feeling restless lately.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was inexplicably anxious.
He wondered to himself if it was because Master Bennett hadn't visited in a long time? Although this mysterious mage had always come and gone without a trace, visiting his domain sporadically, it was unusual for him to completely abandon things after revealing his future plans.
Fortunately, before his last departure, Bennett had left detailed instructions for Earl Kent regarding what needed to be done next, instructing him that if he was tied up with other matters, he should proceed according to the plan.
At least this prevented Earl Kent from flying around like a headless fly.
However, it seemed things weren't progressing smoothly on Bennett's end.
According to the plan, Bennett was supposed to instigate pirate attacks on the coastal territories of the northwest bay, after which the Kent family would deploy troops to quell the pirates, accumulating prestige among the coastal lords, laying the groundwork for Bennett's future 'inheritance' of the Duke of the Northwest position.
But now it seemed there was no movement.
There were reports about pirates, but they had been wiped out by the Grayman family of Alden. These pirates were truly useless, easily handled even by such a weak family.
And then there was Paul Grayman, whom he had spared last time. How could this guy still be causing trouble and ruining his plans?
With Master Bennett still absent, should he bypass the pirates and move directly to the next step?
Earl Kent spent his days in indecision, under which circumstances he found himself drinking more of that special "beverage."
On this day, he was in his study flipping through books, hoping to distract himself from his anxiety.
Suddenly, a guard came to report that a child was requesting an audience with him. Earl Kent was furious. How could just anyone ask to see him so casually? What was that guard thinking?
He was about to give the guard a piece of his mind when the guard, seemingly anticipating the Earl's reaction, hurriedly added, "He says he knows Master Bennett!"
"You idiot! Hurry and bring him in!" Earl Maltz Kent was genuinely enraged this time. How could this guard be so clueless?
"Bring him to the great hall!"
The Earl roared loudly, and the guard obediently responded and hurried off.
Earl Maltz Kent immediately changed into a clean outfit and hurried to the castle hall, where he sat in the main seat, waiting patiently for the arrival of the visitor.
Before long, footsteps could be heard approaching from the corridor outside, and the guard led in a person.
"Is... is it really a child?" Earl Kent couldn't quite believe his eyes.
Initially, he had thought the visitor might be young-looking, which was why the guard said a child had come to visit him.
But now, the person entering the hall was indeed a boy who looked barely over ten years old! The little guy was even holding a strangely shaped wooden staff that was taller than his own body, giving him a rather awkward appearance.
"Earl Kent! Hello! My name is Andy. I've come to assist you as instructed by Master Bennett."
The boy had golden hair and chubby cheeks, looking very cute, but he spoke hesitantly and shyly, seeming quite nervous.
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Firearms in a Fantasy World
FantasyTransmigrated as the young Earl of a declining noble family, Paul Grayman sets out to take his territory to the peak. Armed with the knowledge of the modern world, he will create firearms, paper, porcelain, industrial tools and much more. Follow Pau...
