Mitchell and I lost at rock-paper-scissors, so we ended up inside. Move over!”
Hazen, with a sulking face, pushed Kite who was sitting face-to-face with Luella, inward.
Through the open carriage window, one could see Raphael holding the reins and Tien waving from the passenger seat.
Kite moved next to Luella, looking displeased.
“Why does the loser of rock-paper-scissors have to sit inside?”
“Because I have to put up with your nagging.”
Kite examined Mitchell, who sat next to Hazen. His expression seemed unchanged, but his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
At the sight of the two, the corners of Kite’s mouth twisted. He folded his arms in front of his chest and sneered.
“I was going to drive the carriage, but since you all dislike that idea, let’s continue our conversation inside.”
Hazen covered his ears and closed his eyes, as if disgusted by Kite’s words.
“I will sleep until we reach our destination. Tell Mitchell your plans.”
“Ah, I have a lot of paperwork to sort through. Just because we’re here doesn’t mean the affairs of Leor have disappeared.”
According to Kite, his friends hold various positions in Leor.
If what Mitchell said was true, Hazen, Kite’s official assistant, should be busier than Mitchell. When Luella tilted her head in confusion, Mitchell glared at Hazen.
“Because Hazen Erme, the assistant to His Grace, does no work, all the tasks have fallen to me.”
Kite began to snort, then kicked Hazen’s leg.
“This guy needs to be fired.”
Mitchell seemed unusually irritated today. He twisted the snoring Hazen’s nose and grumbled.
“Yes, let’s hire someone. We’re going to be busier, it’s time to hire.”
Kite nodded in agreement.
“Yes, we should. I’ve been ignoring it because Hazen kept bragging about handling it all. Now we need to hire an experienced person.”
“Good people have applied to Hellane’s talent registration system. We’ll eventually inherit the throne and take them to Hellane, so let’s hire from there.”
“No way! The assistant position is mine.”
Hazen shouted, suddenly sitting up.
“Fine, you can be the assistant.”
Mitchell seemed to have anticipated Hazen’s objection and easily agreed.
“What about hiring new people?”
“To be precise, we’ll hire your assistant. That person will do all the work, and you’ll only have to review it. Right, Kite?”
Kite nodded, and Hazen’s expression softened.
“My assistant?”
Mitchell spoke in a soothing tone.
“Yes, your assistant. You’ll need someone to help you when you inherit the dukedom. Hire someone who can handle both tasks.”
Hazen seemed enticed by the idea of having his own assistant. Dropping his pretense of sleep, he sat up straight and his eyes sparkled.
“Let’s find one right away. I’m tired of hearing you guys nag all the time.”
Mitchell sighed, seeming exasperated by Hazen’s quick change of attitude.
“Nagging? Why would we willingly do something so tedious? It’s because you’re not doing your job.”
“Tch! I didn’t know I’d have so much work. You all have your own roles, and I have nothing, that’s why I agreed to be an assistant, okay!”
Luella, who had inadvertently eavesdropped on the banter between the three men, interjected.
“But Hazen, aren’t you the deputy guild master of our guild? That’s a big deal too.”
At Luella’s words, Hazen slapped his knee. It seemed he had forgotten his own position and now appeared surprised.
“That’s right. I’m a deputy guild master, right? Kite, are we maintaining the guild even when we return to Leor?”
Kite playfully recoiled at Hagen’s pleading words, as if activating a trick.
“Do we really have to? Even if you say guild, all Leor has are guilds made by merchants based on camaraderie.”
“We can also be a camaraderie, a camaraderie guild of heroes who conquered the Curan Kingdom. This is good!”
As Hagen, who shouted so, suddenly began to envision the specific form of the guild, Kite nodded his head, seemingly anticipating that refusing would be tiresome.
“Fine, do as you wish.”
North of the capital.
Feroz Guild members who arrived at the monster habitat on the border of the Curan Kingdom and Hellane were yawning continuously as they beat down the crawling monsters.
“Hagen, the monsters went to Tien. We need to block them with summons.”
“Ah, even a kick from Tien can kill these little things.”
“Did you forget why we’re training? For raids, each class must fulfill its role efficiently.”
“Then what’s Luella’s role? Giving orders?”
“Yes, that’s right. I’m the raid leader now. So, listen to me. Aren’t you tired? We need to finish quickly. It’s already been an hour and we’re only at level 7.”
Then, Kite grumbled as he blocked a lower-level monster with his shield.
“It might be better to each just kill them as before.”
From Kite’s perspective, tanking for monsters that could be killed in one attack was exhausting.
“Have you always fought the monsters separately?”
“Yes. We even had bets on who could kill more.”
At Hagen’s casual reply, Luella almost sighed.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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