The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 127: Old House

Chapter 127: Old House

It could be because of the heavy rain last night.

Even at 10 a.m., the Roseburg streets still had a lingering cold.

The Viscount Mansion’s servants were taken away and dismissed. Annan and Salvatore couldn’t find a carriage for a while.

Fortunately, the viscount’s house and the tax officer Rumu Nottdamm’s residence were not far away.

The two didn’t mind the walk either. So, they began strolling to their destination.

“Don’t you need to care about your personal guards? They did a great job last night,” said Salvatore casually.

Annan chuckled, “They must not be awake yet.”

“It’s almost noon now.”

Salvatore turned his head back in surprise and looked at his companion beside him, “Are you so lenient with them?”

“No, it’s just my guess. They must have had trouble sleeping when they went back last night.”

The little feudal lord with black hair and blue eyes looked at Salvatore with a smile.

Annan watched the players tackle the dungeon instance all night long.

This morning, Annan watched the players turn off the broadcast, and they went offline.

Seeing Annan’s att.i.tude, Salvatore raised his brows slightly, “You look confident about it.”

“Yeah, do you want to take a gamble?”

“Don’t think of me as a fool, Don Juan.”

Salvatore sneered, “Since you are so confident, I won’t be fooled.”

Annan looked at Salvatore in surprise.

Unexpectedly, this guy could be so clear and decisive in his mind in petty matters…

Or…

“——So you are not stupid,” Annan exclaimed.

Salvatore became irritated, “s.h.i.t, what are you talking about, little kid?”

Because of course-

On such trivial matters, Salvatore usually followed the shadow’s advice.

Breathing the fresh air, Annan took a deep breath and felt a little joy.

Yesterday was quite a long day.

This was especially true for Annan.

He killed Gerald, Justin, and Viscount Barber and then happily watched the body all night. Then, he got up at 6 a.m. and tackled another dungeon.

He was under work for the whole day, his mind had not stopped, and his body only slept for an hour and a half.

But, this day was too fulfilling.

d.a.m.n it, do I have to make up for the overtime I owed in my previous life?

“Achu!” Salvatore sneezed.

It had just rained, and the sea breeze in the North Sea Territory in December made Salvatore’s body tremble slightly.

“Are you cold?”

Annan asked with some concern, “You can have my clothes.”

Seeing this minor who was more than one head shorter than him asked with such concern, Salvatore was slightly embarra.s.sed. “Thank you, Don Juan, but I’m not so cold anymore-

“Also, we’re already here!”

Following his gaze, Annan saw a residence typically dedicated to high-ranking officials.

The residence was about the size of a modern single-family villa. It had two floors, and the blue-black stone walls were covered with plants similar to “Parthenocissus.” The courtyard was small, and some plantations were within the iron fence.

It seemed that this house was inhabited for at least 30 to 40 years.

That was quite a few years.

“Where is their servant?” Salvatore had a strange feeling.

He stepped forward and shouted, “Is anyone home?”

The strange thing was that there was no response inside.

“Is there no one at home… huh?” Salvatore was puzzled and wanted to check the lock.

The duo discovered that the iron door lock was destroyed from outside, and the door was not locked.

The two of them looked at each other, keenly aware that something was wrong.

They opened the iron door directly and walked in.

If it weren’t for the two of them being n.o.ble enough, they might be treated as thieves or robbers.

But fortunately, the two of them didn’t need to worry about it at this time. They opened the iron door and walked in. Before anything else, Salvatore closed the iron door to prevent anyone from following them in.

“Nottdamm?”

“Are you here, Rumu!?”

They both shouted.

The door to the living room was not closed either.

No one responded even after they entered the living room.

Even in the whole house, there was no sign of life. The furniture and the floor were covered with a faint layer of ash.

“Are you sure his house is here?”

Annan frowned slightly and walked quickly ahead, holding the waist bag with his right hand. He had the trustworthy Mr. Boning Knife on stand-by.

Annan vaguely sensed something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell what it was.

“Did he go out with his whole family?” Salvatore, who was following Annan, frowned slightly and murmured. He habitually closed the living room’s door.

“Careful!” Annan’s pupils shrank instantly. He immediately noticed an incoming mysterious danger.

A chill feeling that penetrated the heart seeped from his back and neck. Annan felt as if he was immersed in ice water and his body restrained, unable to move.

Annan and Salvatore looked at each other. He quickly confirmed through Salvatore’s panicked eyes with eye bags and dark circles that this guy didn’t know what was going on as well.

“I think they will come, Maemi.” A somewhat familiar voice came from the next room.

That was Rumu Nottdamm’s voice.

“Impossible, Rumu. They are just polite to you. How busy are those two big shots?”

It was the voice of a woman. She sounded firm and a bit aggressive.

Annan could roughly determine that she was not in a great mood right now, and she was irritable.

“Listen to me… Hey?” At this moment, the woman walked into the living room.

Seeing Annan and Salvatore appearing here, she was taken aback.

Annan immediately noticed-

It was a pregnant woman. Judging from the bulge of the abdomen, she was approaching labor at any time.

At the moment Annan met her eyes, he showed a pure and gentle smile immediately and greeted the woman, “Madam, good morning. As you can see, I am Don Juan Geraint. This is Salvatore Blacktower.

“Mr. Nottdamm invited us to come over as guests, so we came. Sorry for being a little rude. The door was unlocked. So, we came in.”

“Yes,” Salvatore also reacted and quickly added, “We shouted twice outside the door previously, but no one opened the door.”

“Idiot, you shouldn’t have said this!”

The shadow’s low and hoa.r.s.e voice sounded violently in Salvatore’s heart, “You are all exposed, learn from Don Juan on what is acting! If things go south, let me handle it!”

f.u.c.k off. I can’t let you out. Salvatore muttered in his heart.

Sure enough, as the shadow said, the pregnant woman glanced at Salvatore suspiciously. Obviously, they didn’t hear Annan’s call.

“It’s also possible that our voice is too soft,” Annan raised his head and looked at the pregnant woman earnestly, making a crisp and tender voice, “After all, we are all guests. It’s bad to be too noisy.”

Probably because Annan’s words were convincing, or Annan’s face had subconsciously softened her att.i.tude. The pregnant woman looked at Annan’s face and couldn’t help showing a smile, “Please have a seat, feudal lord! This is Lord Mayor, right? I’m going to serve you some tea. Rumu, come out! The lords are here!”

After that, she yelled into the house.

Soon, Rumu Nottdamm walked over in a panic.

He barely put on more formal clothes but still did not b.u.t.ton all the b.u.t.tons, “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to come so early.”

Annan and Salvatore looked at each other.

Indeed, it was the Rumu Nottdamm they saw last night.

But what happened just now…

The duo was a little wary.

Annan sat following Nottdamm’s instructions and swept his finger across the table.

—There’s no dust.

Annan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, “We came so early to invite you out for a meal.”

With that, Annan glanced at Salvatore.

Salvatore quickly understood: “Yes, we also have something to do today. You know. It’s about Master Viscount.”

“En, en… I know. So yes, you’re leaving soon?”

Nottdamm hesitated, then nodded.

He yelled into the house, “Let’s go out for lunch today, Maemi! No need to prepare. I’ll be back after dinner!”

Nottdamm said to Annan with some embarra.s.sment, “Sorry, my wife is about to give birth and can’t walk away. But if it’s not too far, it’s okay.”

“En, it’s fine,” Annan responded graciously.

Soon, the three of them left the house together.

After leaving through the main door, Annan looked back.

There seemed to be signs of life in the house this time, and the temperature was normal. They could even hear the sound of Maemi walking around in the house.

It was as if everything became normal.

This is strange.

What is going on?