Remarried Empress – Chapter 267. Between the Emperor and his husband. (1)
It wasn't hard to call him because Rotech himself was at the party.
Rasta instructed the Lhotesch to find him before leaving the palace.
The Lhotesch Jajak came to visit around 9 p.m. Rasta let him go to the drawing room and then let all the maids go.
When the two of them were left, it was interesting to see if they thought they were talking about secrets.
Rasta opened his mouth, hiding his dark inner thoughts.
"Can you find me a mercenary with a heavy mouth and a good-natured?"
"Of course, it's a good thing to write a lot of Rotech," he said
"What's so hard about finding mercenaries?"
"A mercenary who kills people when they get paid."
Lhotesch Jazak looked a little surprised, but this time again he replied with a grim smile.
"Of course."
Lasta was excited after the return of his own production of Rotesh. I can't believe I can use my own Rotech's hands to kill the sick Revette!
If things go well, LeBetti will die and the Lhotesch will like it without knowing what he did. Why don't you tell him the truth later? Can he not be crazy?
However, when I woke up after a good sleep, I felt anxious. What if the Lhotesch makes this a weak point again? I've already seen nothing of him, but should I add another weakness?
After much consideration, Rasta visited the Duke of Ergi. He also wanted to talk about the fact that Baroness Sovishu and Langt insulted the friendship between the two, so it was both at the same time and at the same time.
The Duke of Ergi laughed casually when Rasta confessed to the concerns of Baron Soviet and Lant.
"It's up to Rasta to decide whether to believe rumors or not. What matters is the truth, not the rumor."
"Prince Ergi is so great, I don't know why bad rumors are circulating."
"I'm jealous."
"Yes, you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He's the best when it comes to his strong charm."
Rasta admitted, looking at the side of the Duke of Ergi, who was relaxed despite bad rumors.
However, when he told Lothesh Zachon about saving mercenaries, the Duke of Ergi turned into a serious look.
Rasta, who saw the expression, was more worried and asked.
"Don't you think it's a favor you can ask your sister-in-law?"
"It depends on what you want the mercenary to do. What are you going to do?"
Rasta mumbled, unable to say, 'I'll have his daughter killed.'
When Rasta hesitated, Duke Ergi continued as if he did not care.
"Whatever you're asked to do, you'll have to decide whether the mercenary that Lothesh Zac brought is his or yours."
Rasta became worried. Lothesch Jazak had a head on the wrong side, and he was anxious to catch a weak point on this side.
The mercenary that the Lautesch would bring, however skillful, was likely to be his.
"It's hard to believe the mercenaries that Rotech brought in. So what do we do?"
"Well."
"So if the Duke saves a man…."
"It's not a problem to save."
"Good for you!"
Rasta was delighted, but Duke Ergi shook his head.
"I can save you, but the problem is the same. I'm not sure if he's mine or yours."
"But you're different from that bad self-creation, aren't you?"
"That's right."
The Duke of Ergi smiled subtly.
"But Rasta, you're looking for someone to do something that you can't tell me."
It made sense.
Rasta came back to her room, drank tea and pondered.
Regardless of who saved mercenaries, they had to be careful and careful because they were reluctant to do what they had to do.
Of course not for the Lhotesch. If we do anything wrong, we might have a second, third Lhotesch.
'Lasta needs to get it herself.'
After much consideration, Rasta decided.
'Otherwise, I can't be relieved.'
It may be a little dangerous, but Rasta decided to go directly to the place where he was a slave.
Then again, at that time.
Koshar was facing Keldrek, the heavenly host of Keldrek, who had mounted horse maintenance and raided the temporary base of the city.
The heavenly host of Sangsichon was already back with his injured colleagues, and the mounted soldiers led by Koshar were lined up in three rows, riding horses.
Keldrek was wiping sweat from his forehead, and when he realized that it was blood, not sweat, he became irritated and cursed.
"Why are you here again? Why don't you not see our faces. What?"
"Isn't that too much for a friend you haven't met in a while?"
"Why are you my friend, XX!"
"I moved over here. I miss you."
"Get lost! Please get out of my life!"
The knights and soldiers of the Western Empire who followed Koshar exchanged glances. It was amazing that the captain of a terrible bandit in the rumor was rustling like a seven-year-old feud in front of Koshar.
It was also refreshing to see Koshar making fun of a bad thief with similar sarcasm.
"Have you lost your affection? I'm going to stay here and see your face.
"You dirty bastard."
Keldrek wiped the blood with a throbbing sound. However, Kosher smiled and showed no signs of backing down.
It looked like a good knight thanks to its beautiful shell, but Kelderek knew best how crazy Koshar was in the world.
at the time of one's stay at the border of the East Empire At first, he was considered an ill-advised aristocrat who was burning with justice.
However, Kelderek realized when he saw Koshar, who jumped out of the room saying that he was bored from time to time, and wielded a sword to play with him. Oh, he's a madman.
Kelderek realized once again when he sneaked into town and saw Koshar in a nobleman's costume, saying he would raid and kill him. Oh, he's not a righteous aristocrat, he's a madman who learns manners and controls madness.
In front of other aristocrats, you are so good at mimicking a master who can't adapt well to a noble society.
"The abominable bastard."
Keldrek spat, cursed again, and signaled his men to step down.
"Go?"
Koshar asked, raising his eyebrows as if he was disappointed.
Then he pulled the reins and the horse rolled once. The thief on the hoof screamed.
"I'm going somewhere else because it's dirty. I'm going to go where you're not!"