Remarried Empress – Chapter 271. Things that start to look like when you get close. (1)
"I'm so surprised by this, Your Majesty. Can I relax and relax in the quiet countryside?"
When the court no longer needed treatment, Rasta went to the Soviet Union and asked for it.
"The countryside?"
"Yes. Rasta in the palace has to relax to make the baby feel comfortable. But there's so much going on here…Can't you do that?"
Rasta was thinking of going to Limwell. The chair incident was unpleasant, but I was watching the opportunity to go to Rimwell anyway, so I thought it was just right time to go now.
"Where are you going?"
"Mearro."
Mear was a small country estate right next to Rimwell.
"I've been there once before, and it's memorable because the air is clear and the scenery is beautiful."
Fortunately, the Soviet Union immediately allowed it.
"Take a lot of guards."
In fact, Soviet Union escorted many people, gave them specially made wagons, and rushed to buy the nobleman's villa in Mear.
It was okay to stay at Yeongju's house, but it was better for Rasta to stay free in his own mansion than to be stressed by useless formality.
In addition, in recent days, Rasta has been suffering from a large scar she saw after unpacking the bandage.
It was a long scar across the eyebrows from the forehead, but the scar was thicker and longer than the palace expected.
After covering the scar with bangs, I found some stability, but I still needed to keep my mind and body calm.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Rasta was truly happy and grateful. I was very happy when he took care of me like he used to be, because Sobesch has been awkward with me for the past few days.
But upon arriving at Mear, Rasta left the maid in her place the next day and left the villa.
After riding the wagon he had already saved to the next village, he found a man who used to adore him very much.
He was the one who helped Lasta escape from the territory of the Rotech. If he was still faithful to this side, he could have entrusted himself with what he was about to do.
The investigation revealed a surprising fact. The man was blinded by the anger of Rotech's own master for stealing Rasta, and he was still defending Rasta after that.
If you love Rasta this much, you can trust her.'
Rasta went to his house confidently.
"Do you remember me?"
"Rasta…."
The man burst into tears when asked, lowering the cape Rasta had worn. The basket he was holding fell to the floor, but he couldn't pick it up and sobbed.
After entering the house and asking how he was, Rasta explained the situation with a sad look.
"I've managed to live like a human being, and the Lhotesch is still threatening Rasta."
"You piece of shit!"
"LeBetti was acting ugly to take Rasta's husband away…."
When Rasta couldn't speak, he cried and hit the table with his fist.
Love is love, but the man also had deep resentment for his own work. The family was teasing their beloved Rastar, so it felt like blood was rising upside down.
"That's why you ran back this way? But coming here isn't a good choice, Rasta."
"Pix, I'm here to see you."
"Me?"
"You're the only one who can help Rasta. Please help me."
"What can I do for you? How can I help you?"
The man was ready to pull his heart out for Rasta.
Rasta grabbed his rough faces and wept. The figure was so poor that the man somehow made a vow to protect the angel before his eyes.
"It shouldn't be a difficult request. I can't ask you to do that."
"It's all right. Tell me anything."
"Trustworthy…."
"Dependable?"
"Skilled…"."
"?"
"I want to hire a murderer."
The man was frightened out of his wits.
He was a commoner and had many bad friends. Naturally, I knew a lot about such a bad world. However, he has never actually asked his own people.
But that gentle, tender slave would hire an assassin!
"Are you trying to kill the Lhotesch, Lasta? But for those skilled enough to kill the aristocrats, the commission will be really expensive."
"Rasta will take care of that."
"…."
"I'm sorry, but even if things go wrong, you'd better not know the details, Fix. I can't bother you."
Eventually, while Rasta was resting in the house, the man searched everywhere to find out the nicknames of the assassins Guild and the assassins. Of course, in the process, Rasta's name was never known.
A few hours later, after hearing from the man, Rasta went to the assassin guild alone. Unexpectedly, the assassin Guild was on the periphery of the territory.
Furthermore, the Guild Headquarters building looked like a quiet, quiet business community, never a place to do terrible things.
"What brings you here?"
To the counter clerk who asked like a friendly top employee, Rasta handed over a large jewel he had brought.
The employee smiled a subtle smile and said, 'Please wait,' and got up.
Waiting for about 10 minutes, the staff reappeared and opened the door behind him.
"You can go in here."
There was a long narrow corridor through the door. There were numerous rooms on both sides of the hall, and the staff pointed their fingers to the end.
"Don't go into the room, just keep going in there."
Although his stomach hurt from the tension, Rasta did as he was told.
At the end of the hall was a small white space, with only two desks and chairs hanging in the center of the space.
As he could not even sit in the chair, a long man covered his face with a mask appeared shortly after Rasta appeared.
His eyes were so big and cruel that he could see that he didn't do anything ordinary just by looking at it.
He casually dragged Rastar's opposite chair, but after he sat, he just stared at Rasta without saying a word.
Rasta, who couldn't wait, opened his mouth with difficulty.
"Are you the one who does everything for you?"
The assassin nodded silently.
Rasta hesitated and asked.
"Do you know Fix?"
The assassin nodded again.
Rasta asked more carefully.
"If I give you the money…can you kill Fix, too?"
The casual assassin's eyes first appeared to be interesting.
Rasta waited nervously for his answer.
If the assassin said no, he/she would change his/her words, saying, "I tried to see how far it was possible," and if he/she became an assassin, he/she would really ask to kill Fix as a test.
I have to check how cold and skillful I am.
The assassin gave a horrifying nod again this time.
"Then kill him. This is a test request."
The assassin nodded and went outside, saying, 'Wait here for a while.'
Quite a lot of time went by, for example, 'wait.' It felt like three or four hours had passed.
What the hell did you go to do and still don't come? When Rasta is slowly getting tired.
The assassin reappeared with a large pocket. As he approached, the terrible smell of blood deepened.
Rasta blocked his nose and jumped up. What's this smell? I felt nauseous.
Either way or not, the assassin calmly laid his pocket on the table. When the man put down the pocket snout he was holding tightly, the pouch slowly unraveled and the inside scene was revealed.
When he saw his tangled hair and eye patch, Rasta couldn't help but vomit. When the assassin saw it, he opened his pockets and completely showed his head inside.
Rasta poked and vomited for a long time, then saw the head on the table and vomited again.
It was only after a long time that I could calm down, but my heart still thumped. A deep sense of guilt and fear gnawed through the body like an ant.
But soon I felt joy. The interest was cool and skillful. Killing that mean Levette with this interest was not a big deal.