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Chapter 761

"I must confess, my understanding is a bit lacking here. Were there any among those the Cavalry apprehended who were caught due to a misunderstanding? Who exactly are you referring to?"

Kishiar laughed in a carefree manner as he responded.

Recently, he had slowly been revealing his true nature and started using his concealed powers. However, only a few, either enemies who had directly witnessed this or allies who had fought alongside him, truly knew of his capabilities. Baron Jacob, unaware of the exact role Duke Peletta played in the Cavalry's various accomplishnts, smiled wryly.

"Ha-ha, I heard that a few young nobles from Charloin were mistakenly arrested at an illegal fighting ring they had stumbled upon."

"Ah, is that so?"

"Yes. I'm well acquainted with the parents and families of those young n. They all hail from longstanding noble houses in the south, people of duty. And the youths, whom I've observed since childhood, are not the sort to cause such trouble. From what I've heard, their arrest was rely a misunderstanding."

Baron Jacob lanted the unfortunate fate of these young nobles, caught at an illegal fighting ring. Essentially, he argued that these nobles were just innocent victims misled by the malicious criminal Nukijo and his gang, and it was unfair to treat them as criminals just because they were caught while fleeing.

"Since that day, those young n haven't even seen their families. The Cavalry, citing a thorough investigation, hasn't allowed any visitors. Such harsh treatnt seems overly severe for those already weakened in body and spirit by the chaos. I earnestly implore Duke Peletta to show compassion and release them."

Kishiar observed Baron Jacob's earnest deanor, which seed far more genuine than when he had offered apologies and promised cooperation to the Cavalry.

"Such unfortunate souls, I had no idea. If what you say is true, it's only right to release them imdiately. May I know their nas?"

"Certainly."

Baron Jacob quickly listed several nas, visibly relieved. After hearing them, Kishiar humd thoughtfully and turned to Yuder.

"ASsistant."

"Yes."

"Bring the visitor records of those arrested at the illegal fighting ring."

"Duke Peletta, visitor records?"

"If your words hold true, these wronged individuals wouldn't normally frequent a gambling den, right? Fortunately, Nukijo ticulously recorded details of his frequent guests at his fighting ring - nas, visit frequencies, gambling wins and losses, even items pledged as collateral for debts."

As Kishiar continued with a sly tone, Baron Jacob's face involuntarily twitched, his muscles betraying his controlled exterior. He asked, with a look of disbelief,

"Is there really such a record? I've never heard of such a thing..."

"Oh, didn't you know? I instructed that this information be shared imdiately with the knights of Charloin when they co to assist in the investigation. Seems they haven't received it."

It was an expected revelation. The Lord of Charloin had deliberately ignored all actions of the Cavalry and hadn't cooperated in their investigations. Naturally, he wouldn't have known about Nukijo's secret ledger discovered by the Cavalry.

Yuder imdiately moved to retrieve a copy of the secret ledger of Nukijo from his office, where it was being stored. This clandestine record, unearthed by the Cavalry mbers based on the information provided by Cyregina, bore a closer resemblance to a book of nobles' transgressions kept by Nukijo in case he was caught soday.

Upon seeing the enormous thickness of the docunt, Baron Jacob's face turned pale.

"How in the world did you co across such an item...? Is this truly an authentic record?"

"Ha, Baron, you are indeed ticulous. No need to worry. This ledger was discovered in a hidden safe within the fighting arena, revealed to us by one of Nukijo's subordinates. It's easy to verify, as it contains the signatures and evidence of the guests involved in the gambling house, as well as the collateral items left in exchange for the lost money and the outstanding amount."

"But... Your Highness, just a mont...!"

"Assistant, I'll call out the nas. Make sure to check carefully. First, Eneska of the Abkachia family."

Ignoring Baron Jacob's words, Kishiar loudly called out the na. Yuder quickly found the first na on the guest list.

"Eneska Abkachia. You visited Nukijo's gambling house 79 tis. You left a handwritten note and seal promising to repay a debt of about three thousand gold."

"Ah, 79 tis. That's almost once or twice a week at the gambling house. Remarkable."

"Duke Peletta, Your Highness! There's a misunderstanding here...!"

"Second, Malone of Obrayna."

Kishiar, without losing his smile, called out the next na.

"You visited 132 tis. Not just the second floor of the gambling house, but the first floor as well, sotis twice a day. You left a swan-carved earring as collateral."

"It seems that person wasn't tricked into coming. Third then? Coles of Salmaka."

"32 visits with a debt of four thousand. And..."

"And? What is it? Your serious expression suggests so misunderstanding about that person?"

“No. I was thinking about whether to read the part where I made a ‘small protest’ because he did not show courtesy to the Commander, which was added to the additional investigation part of the Cavalry.”

"Ah, I see. Not that person either? Then what about Giuseppe of Conkere?"

"231 visits..."

"At that rate, it's like living at the gambling house rather than ho. I would believe if you said that person lured others there. Next, Tashkin of Pantan?"

"58..."

"Nigel of Azulik?"

"61..."

Indeed, they were all worthy of being Nukijo's top guests. Not a single one to be excluded, each's visit count and past deeds were precious gems in their own right.

As Kishiar called out the nas, Yuder would respond, and Yuder's response would be followed by Kishiar's seemingly regretful comnts, after which he would call the next na. Their conversation flowed seamlessly, back and forth as if rehearsed. Listening to this, Baron Jacob's face turned bright red, then completely ashen.

What was this situation? Just listening was enough to make one's head spin and breath short. Yet Kishiar continued to recite the long list of nas without pause.

Was this the sa man who had laughed off not rembering things like a carefree idler?

Baron Jacob suddenly rembered the command he had received from Duke Herne before coming here.

"Go to the Cavalry and apologize for our mistake. There's no need to grovel excessively, but a show of sufficient politeness is necessary. Promise them our full cooperation going forward, and based on that, find out what they have in their possession. Especially rember, we must not let them continue to investigate the traitors of our house."

It was true that the Cavalry had handled various matters, won over the hearts of the Charloin people, and even discovered the traitors of the Herne family in the process. Left unaddressed, this would only expose the Herne family's skeletons to those who had just stumbled upon them. Duke Herne seed to have decided that he could no longer afford to lose more to the Cavalry.

Reluctantly, but loyal to Duke Herne, Baron Jacob followed the command. His only problem was that he had underestimated the opponent and let his personal greed get the better of him before fully achieving his objective.

‘I spoke too soon without even checking what cards the Cavalry held. How could I make such a foolish mistake...!’

He shouted, biting his lip.

"Please, that's enough, Your Highness!"

"Hm? We're not done yet. Didn't you say you ca to find those who are wronged?"

"I think that's enough! I understand now."

"What do you an?"

Kishiar asked, blinking his eyes. Baron Jacob had been sowhat excited to et the notorious fool of the imperial family, famous for his handso face, but seeing him make such expressions only sent shivers down his spine.

"I suppose I've been misled by listening only to close acquaintances. If there are those who deserve punishnt, then they should certainly receive it. But there's no need to confirm anything beyond that."

"We're not finished yet."

"Please, I beg of you, stop..."

"That won't do, Baron. I made an effort to find the innocent ones, thinking that even though I caught them myself, my mory might have been wrong, and you’re trying to end it with just one word that you were misled?”

"But...!"

Truth be told, Baron Jacob never thought the nobles caught at Nukijo's gambling house were innocent. Good and righteous? They were the fools who were famous even in Charloin's noble society.

Still, he had hoped to gain favor by standing up for the nobles he knew and thought releasing the young nobles from the Cavalry would earn their cooperation—a win-win situation.

Suddenly, to be caught off-guard and manipulated like this.

Though unjust, he had no choice. Not only had he failed to achieve his goal, but he was also unable to follow Duke Herne's command. All Baron Jacob could do was sweat profusely.

If Duke Peletta were to reveal his attempt at self-serving to Duke Herne, it would undoubtedly lead to unfavorable consequences. He had to prevent that at all costs.

"Absolutely not. I was wrong. My words were rely the result of my own stupidity, not in any way convergent from Duke Herne's intentions. Please, retract your anger. I, Jacob, will do my utmost to assist the Cavalry and Your Highness in all that you wish. So..."

Kishiar, looking at Baron Jacob, smiled and lay back half in his chair, laughing like a clueless fool.

"Alright. If you say so, I'll believe you. Now, let's go over our discussion again. It seems we have a lot to talk about."

Baron Jacob left, thoroughly shaken, after providing the 'full cooperation' details to the Cavalry. He left the traitors of the Herne family in their hands, fulfilling the very purpose he had set out to avoid.

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So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

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It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

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To be able to run so easily like this.

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A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of as a friend?

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