Pseudo-Villaines

Time to Move

The night in Nebelhorn was colder. The dry wind completely pierced the skin, entering through the pores and making everyone shiver with cold.

The city became very quiet. Almost everyone from all walks of life has entered their homes. A few tramps could be seen on the edge of the streets but no one took them so seriously.

Some bars are still open. Ah, it would be more appropriate to say that they are only open at night. In addition to offering alcoholic beverages and some snacks, they also offer 'full service' for guests who come.

At one of the bars, a young man solemnly sat in his chair while enjoying a glass of wine mixed with warm honey. Steam billowed from the wooden glass he held.

Little by little, he sipped his drink. A sweet and slightly bitter taste came into contact with his tongue. The warmth coming from his drink made him calmer.

Sometimes, there were some women the other night who approached her. At least to offer themselves their 'services. But the young man politely refused. He was not interested in them considering that the young man had a much nicer one.

The young man sat there for a while longer. Along with the arrival and departure of customers, the bar began to get quiet.

This is what he was waiting for. When only five people were left inside the bar, including the clerk, a tangled black-clothed person came up to him. His face was not clearly visible because it was covered by a skull.

He's clearly a suspicious person. But there was no comment from the people inside the bar. Just take care of yourself. Maybe that's their principle.

For a moment, the man lowered his head and sat down before him. He opened his skull and saw the face of a man in his early 50s. His hair started to whiten and wrinkles started to form on his face. But his gaze was still as sharp as an eagle.

"I've brought everything you need, sir."

The old man took out a bag from behind his clothes and gave it to the young man. He looked satisfied and nodded.

The two of them got up from their seats and left the bar which began to be crowded again. The old man had already finished his task while the young man had gotten what he wanted. There is no need for any more interaction to be made. The two split in the middle of the night.

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Jean had returned to her inn after finishing some of the outside affairs earlier. Priscillia's asleep. Jean kissed her forehead and covered her properly.

He lit a candle that was dead. A glimmer of light illuminated his sizable room. The atmosphere became somewhat dim.

Jean took out a bag she had just gotten. The bag contained no money at all. Instead, it contained nothing more than paper that had been scuffed, folded and tangled. But Jea would bet that these papers were much more valuable than a bag of gold.

Jean began to read all the writing on the paper one by one. In fact, all of these papers were certain documents that Jean requested from her agent that she had distributed in the Duchy of Eisen.

"This Eisen.they turned out to be a troublesome group of people. They're preparing something."

The further one reads, the more Jean understands what the Duchy of Eisen is trying to do. It was unmistakable, they were prepared to go to war with him.

"As close as they are. I'll welcome them anytime. Of course, I will throw the best party for those who dare to enter my territory with a drawn sword."

It's time for Jean to move into this town.