Remarried Empress – Chapter 274. A ghostly disturbance. (2)

Rasta requested the assassination and immediately returned to Mear's villa.

The first few days were painful to think of the dead man, but as time went by, the shock disappeared, and the thought of LeBetty becoming a slave made me very happy.

Thanks to her, she was able to enjoy the scenery of the countryside happily, and only when all this got boring did she return to the palace.

It was the day after he arrived at the palace that Rotech himself visited.

'Oh, right. I asked him to save me a mercenary.'

Rasta recalled a forgotten fact.

Lasta agonized for a while, leaving Lothfiu alone in the drawing room.

We've got an assassin who's going to kidnap LeBetty. Do we really need mercenaries hired by our own company?

I thought it was a waste of money.

Soon, however, the idea shifted to "need."

She needed a lot of people to act like a hand.

If it was a request to become an accomplice with the production of Rotech, the mercenary he brought was enough.

Only then did Rastar leave the bedroom.

In the drawing room, the Lhotesch's sister-in-law was always sitting in the seat where she sat, and on the side stood a man who covered his face with a cape.

'He's a mercenary.'

"Why did you come out so late?"

The Lhotesch jabbered once and pointed to a man in a cape standing next to him.

"This is the mercenary I saved. You're very good. You just have to make me do everything and give me the money."

Rasta looked him up and down and asked.

"Can't you take off your cloak?"

Both the assassins and the interest. Why is everyone covering their faces?

However, mercenaries flatly said, "No."

They say that they buy too much grudges and never reveal their faces when working in this line of work.

"Then how do I know you?"

asked Rasta with a frown.

As for the assassin you commissioned yourself, it was not a bad nickname for the assassin guild.

He was also very thin and long, so he could be recognized from a distance.

However, the person in front of me was not unique, so it seemed impossible to distinguish between wearing a cape.

The mercenary showed the same ring on his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger. It seemed to tell us apart.

"Okay, but I can't hire him right away. I want to see your skills first."

The mercenary nodded as if to speak.

Rasta pressed the urge to shout 'Kill the man next to you!'

Instead, I thought hard and said,

"Tonight, go see the Duke of Ergi and get him the bracelet he's wearing on his arm. But you can't hurt him."

After the Lhotesch took the mercenaries back.

Rasta hurried to see the Duke of Ergi.

I was going to inform him of this in advance and ask for his understanding.

Rasta thought that the Duke of Ergi was generous to him and that it was not dangerous, so he would laugh and ask him to do so.

But when he heard the story, Duke Ergi replied coldly.

"Lasta is very good at using me in many ways."

The remark, a curious mixture of informal and formal language, was full of displeasure.

"Prince Ergi?"

Rasta called him in embarrassment.

"Never, never. Rasta asked me to take this job because he trusts the Duke the most. I'm telling you."

"Do you leave such a dangerous job to someone you trust most?"

"He never hurts the Duke. I can't hurt you. I asked you not to hurt me, just bring me the bracelet."

But the Duke of Ergi still looked cold.

He looked at the wall with his arms crossed, with his distinctive grim smile around his mouth.

Rasta was upset that he didn't even want to make eye contact.

But it was tonight that I left the job to him.

There was not much time left, but I couldn't cancel the test request now.

First, Rasta stepped back and returned to the West Palace.

I was going to say it again after the Duke of Ergi was relieved of his anger.

The dull backside, the Duke of Ergi stood by the window and watched closely.

Before I knew it, there was no sign of anger on his face, but a smile was on his face.

When the Duke of Ergi was completely out of sight, he called in his servants and ordered them.

"Bring the Fall."

dawn

Rasta couldn't sleep because she was nervous.

I couldn't sleep at all because I was concerned whether the mercenary brought the bracelet well or whether the Duke of Ergi was still angry.

'It's all right. If you go and apologize tomorrow, your anger will be relieved.'

Rasta knew that if he went too servile, his opponent would only treat him lightly.

So you'd better take a moment and wait for her to calm down. Rasta forced her to relax.

But at 4 a.m. when a mercenary appeared with the Duke of Ergi's bracelet, Rasta was furious.

There was blood on the bracelet.

Three rings sparkled red in the candlelight on his finger as he put out his bracelet.

"What is this!"

When Rasta raved, the mercenary made a casual excuse.

"The Duke of Ergi was too strong and had guards, so I had no chance to take the bracelet without seeing the blood."

Rasta was boiling, but he admitted his skills.

The Duke of Ergi looked strong even in the eyes of Chuck.

It would certainly be strong enough to go past the escort as well as such maneuvers.

Separately, however, I began to worry more about the Duke of Ergi.

The next day, Rasta went to Namgung as soon as he had breakfast.

As expected, Duke Ergi was more angry than yesterday.

He looked cold and didn't even smile at Rasta.

No, what was worse was that he said he would leave.

"Are you leaving?"

"As I said. I don't have to stay here anymore, so I'm leaving."

"Where?"

"To my hometown."

"Don't go!"

Rasta caught the Duke in a hurry.

"When the Duke goes, Rasta remains alone in this cruel and heartless place. You don't treat Rasta the way you used to, and everyone is looking at Rasta's crown. Only the Duke treats Rasta as Rasta, but if he goes away…."

"I'm sorry, but I was very disappointed with yesterday. I felt the friendship I sent to Rasta was used up."

When the Duke of Ergi reached for his luggage, it was revealed that the vicinity of the bracelet was bandaged.

"Please return."

Rasta was forced to return to the West Palace.

But all I could think of was the Duke of Ergi leaving, and I couldn't think of anything else.

Rasta burst into tears as he saw the bloody bracelet that the mercenary had taken off from the Duke of Ergi.

Whenever she was treated coldly by the nobles here, Duke Ergi was the only one who sided with her.

After government, after empress.

When there was a rumor that Rasta himself was a slave, he was the one who was angry about it.

He's the only friend who knows he's not from the aristocracy.

Such an opponent is angry and is about to leave. The fact was so frightening and hard.

Will the Duke of Ergi be able to stay the same after he disappears?

Rasta pressed his chest.

I had to admit it.

"I guess I like Duke Ergi.'

Soviet Union was a prince who rescued her when she was in the most difficult time, but she was fickle and easily abandoned.

However, the Duke of Ergi not only helped when he was in trouble, but also supported and helped constantly afterwards.

Although he still loves Soviet Union, it was clear that this love would gradually disappear from Soviet Union's attitude.

On the other hand, his mind for the Duke of Ergi would only grow bigger in the future.

Rasta turned back again and ran to the Duke of Ergi.

Perhaps it was empty words, the Duke of Ergi had already prepared a carriage and was loading it.

"I have something to say, I have something to say!"

"I have nothing more to say."

"You have to do it! This is an order!"

Rasta shouted firmly and took Duke Ergi into the room.

Then he closed the door, but the Duke of Ergi immediately tried to turn back.

Rasta stood behind him and shouted eagerly at him.

"I like you. I love you. Please don't leave."

The person behind her could not know that Ergi was smiling.