Morgan didn't like to watch people kill, but she also didn't hate watching this. What she liked the most was to watch people beat up, which was also torturing people. That was why she made such a request that made Ritter's cloaked mouth tremble. After that, she made other requests, thus stripping him of his right to reject her.
Knowing what Morgan meant, Ritter sighed helplessly and led her around the long wooden bar counter to Mary's side. Before Morgan, who thought that he had some relationship with Mary, who didn't look like a decent woman, could say anything, he used his shoulder to knock open the wooden door that led to Mary's bedroom and another room."Mary, a pot of the best black tea. If you don't have it, ask your little fool to go to Na * cough * grocery store to buy it. Put it on my tab. I'll send the gold coins over later. Also, I'll have some snacks, which I usually eat.”
After saying that, Ritey led Morgan into the dark corridor that led to Mary's bedroom and the private room that he, Kel, and Artolia used.
After a click, Mary looked at the wooden door that Ritter had closed.""When did the little bastard hook up with such a beautiful noble lady? Also, Jacques, did you hear what Little Rascal said? If you don't want pocket money and want to be beaten up, then go ahead.”
Mary, who had never seen Ritter bring the maid, who was a member of the opposite sex, was curious about him bringing Morgan here, but this didn't stop her from asking her little fool to go out and buy what Ritter wanted.
Of course, this little fool, Jax, was an orphan whom Mary had picked up on the way to the capital from her hometown. However, because he had saved her life from the sword of a bandit, Mary, who was supposed to send him to the orphanage of the church, had kept him.
Jacques, who was sitting in the crowd and listening to them argue, stood up and nodded at Mary before turning around and leaving the tavern. Mary, who was already used to Jacques 'behavior, got busy again under the call of others.
About an hour later, Morgan was sitting in front of a clean single bed and a round brownish-red dining table that didn't match the room's decoration. He was emitting a chilling aura while staring at Ritter who was leisurely eating alone."Bastard! Didn't you say that there would be something to drink soon? Why is there something nice now? Also, you were able to feed me honey just now. Why aren't you feeding me now? Do you believe that I will make this place your permanent home?”
Morgan, who sounded a little mad, took off his cloak after entering the room, but Ritter, who didn't take it off, swallowed the sweet honey in his mouth and looked at her with a helpless expression."My lady, have you poisoned your conscience to death? If not, then tell me, who was the person who fed you honey and was called 'disgusting' by you? Who was the person who kindly said to you,'The black tea will take a while to brew. If you really can't stand the thirst, drink some fruit juice to quench your thirst first', but was refuted by you,' I don't want to drink fruit juice made by a dirty-looking woman'?”
Ritter's tone was calm. If it wasn't for the fact that Morgan's tone was a little crazy, his tone wouldn't be like this. He was already so mad that he wanted to scratch someone.
Morgan immediately pouted his pink lips and put on an unhappy expression."I didn't say anything wrong. It's clearly very…You're the disgusting one! How am I disgusting! You damned troublemaker! I want to…kill…too many! They all popped up! Stinking troublemaker!"
Morgan, who had been choked by Ritter's words, immediately exploded. However, Ritter used two mouthfuls of honey to calm his anger.
Looking at Morgan, who had placed his left hand under his pink lips to catch the honey that had been brought out of his mouth by the two branches, Litte suddenly felt that he had done something very evil. The reason was that Morgan looked very tempting at this moment.
Fortunately, Ritter was different from Kel, who would go to other taverns and touch those women. He was a good kid, so he shook his head hard to get rid of the bad idea of doing something to Morgan."No, I have to stay away from…that idiot in the future. Otherwise, I'll definitely be led astray by him. Besides…Um…Wait a minute, I found…found it! Here, wipe your hands with one, lest your clothes get dirty.”
As she spoke, she took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to Morgan. When she took the handkerchief, she picked up the two branches she had placed on the jar and continued to enjoy the sweet honey.
Morgan, who thought that all men's things had a stench, originally didn't want to take Ritter's handkerchief and wanted him to go out and buy a new handkerchief. However, she quickly abandoned this idea because she smelled a faint floral fragrance on the white handkerchief Ritter handed her.
Morgan, who was very close to Ritter and couldn't smell the faint floral fragrance from the white handkerchief, wiped his hands and mouth with the handkerchief. He looked at the handkerchief that emitted an even stronger floral fragrance after he opened it and asked Ritter,"Where did you buy this handkerchief from? Also, the smell of this handkerchief is so good and so strong. Why didn't I smell it on you before you took it out? Even when you fed me honey.”
The curious Morgan wanted to know how Ritter was able to smell so well. He also wanted to know if he had bought this handkerchief or if someone had given it to him.
"My sleeves have a layer made of deerskin that has been soaked in a special potion, so no matter if it's fragrance or stench, it won't come out or run in. Also…I didn't buy this handkerchief. It was given to me by someone else.”
Ritter had told Morgan that if he didn't do this, his handkerchief would be torn apart by Morgan.
As for the reason why Morgan would tear the handkerchief, Ritter's intuition didn't tell him. He didn't want to know, nor did he need to know.
Morgan, who had wanted to tear the handkerchief apart, saw Ritter skillfully fold it and put it back into his sleeve. He said in a strange tone,"Your luck in love is really good. There's actually a noble lady who's willing to give you a handkerchief. Speaking of which, aren't you very proud of this? Stinking troublemaker."
Morgan didn't know why he was like this. The moment he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pinched Ritter's ear, who seemed to be ignoring his question.
Ritter let out a breath of cold air after being twisted by Morgan. He put down the two branches in his hand and looked at Morgan, who had loosened his grip on his ears but didn't retract his hand. He said with a somewhat troublesome expression,"This handkerchief wasn't given to me by a noble lady, it was…a commoner lady who grew up with me, so I don't feel the slightest bit of pride about it, because it's only right and inevitable for her to give me a handkerchief. By the way, even if this handkerchief wasn't given by her, but by a noble lady, I wouldn't feel the slightest bit proud of it. The reason was that I knew my limits.”
Ritter, who spoke the truth, would not be proud of what a noble lady gave him, nor would he be as excited as Kel, who could not sleep for several days. This was because he did not think that any noble lady would be willing to abandon her luxurious life and risk being beheaded, hanged, or burned to death to be with him.
As for Artolia who was a member of the royal family, Ritter could only say that he had to follow her whether she wanted to be with him or not, unless she said that she didn't want him anymore. The reason was that they weren't lovers or friends, but master and servant.
Nasha's problem was simple. Even if she didn't want to be with him, she had to be with him, because he would force her to stay by his side, not to mention that Nasha, who was one year older than Ritter, was now waiting for him to go to his house to propose marriage to his parents.
Rittery knew that Nasha was waiting for him to do that, but he couldn't do that. Before Altolia abandoned him, Nasha knew what reason Rittery had.
It was not just that Altoria was a 'she' and not a 'he', but also her' identity.'
Of course, Nasha's parents didn't object to Nasha marrying Ritter. However, they objected to Nasha marrying the current Ritter, not because of Ritter's identity, but because Ritter couldn't leave the capital to live in a relatively safe place.
In fact, Nasha's parents had been thinking about who Nasha, who was the most beautiful girl in the village, would marry when she grew up. However, they couldn't think of any child who was better than Ritter, who was a slave. Therefore, they wanted to wait for Ritter, who was smart and reliable, to grow up and take them to live elsewhere.
The premise was that Ritter could provide a large dowry, otherwise Nasha's mother would marry Nasha to someone else.
However, Nasha's parents... No, to be precise, no one except Nasha knew that Ritter, who was a six-year-old kid at that time, was actually very rich. However, Ritter never made it public. Sometimes, he would disappear with Nasha for an entire morning or afternoon.
If Nasha's parents or others asked Nasha, who was an honest child unlike Ritter, where Ritter had taken her, she would lie and say that Ritter had taken her to the forest to play.
However, the truth was that Ritter had taken her to the neighboring town to buy delicious food and taught her how to lie, thus turning the matter of him taking her to the neighboring town to buy delicious food into a secret between the two of them…
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