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Getting an affirmative reply from the guards, Yulian and Emilia followed the attendant past the fountain at the entrance and a stone bridge beside the garden, arriving at the council hall.
The council hall was silent at this moment.
The dozens of nobles, big and small, sat obediently with their mouths shut, not making any noise, while the Lord sat high on the main seat, maintaining his dignity.
"Knock knock~"
"Lord, the people have been brought."
After respectfully knocking on the council hall door, the attendant stood respectfully at the entrance, waiting for the Lord's command.
Dragufil waved his hand lightly, and the attendant retreated in response.
"Greetings, lord."
"I am Yulian."
After Yulian glanced around, his eyebrows raised slightly before quickly returning to normal.
"Greetings, adventurer."
"Greetings, lord."
Emilia gently lifted her skirt and curtsied properly.
"You shouldn't be here, Emilia."
Dragufil's face was unperturbed, but his words were slightly sharp.
"Lord, I..."
"I brought her."
Yulian gently used one hand to calm Emilia's panic, while his own eyes calmly looked at the Lord.
Yulian knew this was a thousand-year-old fox, testing his depth.
But Yulian had no interest in bickering with him.
"Lord, let's not beat around the bush."
"I came specifically for the matter concerning Baron Corist."
"Hasn't the dust already settled!"
"Isn't Baron Corist being escorted to the Royal Capital tomorrow!"
"Why is someone else coming!"
"Did the princess send someone?"
"Why specifically at this time!"
The nobles, big and small, were like a pot boiling over, discussing amongst themselves.
Fortunately, due to Dragufil's previous deterrence, none of them dared to speak loudly or act presumptuously.
This feeling of being both noisy and quiet was peculiar, but Yulian was very familiar with this peculiar feeling.
Back during court sessions, those Great Demons displayed this kind of appearance under Schlacht's deterrence.
In less than a minute, Yulian had already formed an opinion about the Lord.
It was clear that this Lord was a capable person.
"Baron Corist?"
Dragufil stared at Yulian for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Didn't he dispatch his subordinates to rob the church's holy artifact, and hasn't he already been stripped of his title and will be escorted to the Royal Capital for execution tomorrow?"
"Father..."
Emilia clutched her skirt tightly, her eyes filled with both worry and anger.
"Baron Corist is not the culprit."
Yulian said calmly, as if stating a fact.
In his opinion, the Lord's acting was ridiculous and laughable.
But if they wanted to play, Yulian could reluctantly play along with them.
Just like children playing house.
"The holy artifact was found in Corist's house, and the caught culprit has also confessed."
The Lord's exaggerated laughter faded from his face.
He had already stated how serious the matter was. Since this adventurer named Yulian was determined to clear Baron Corist's name.
Then, let him show some strength.
"Things are starting to make sense. I only hope the Lord can temporarily release Baron Corist."
Yulian said, seemingly noticing Dragufil's unquestionable expression, and paused before proposing a compromise.
"Or rather, temporarily delay the matter of sending Baron Corist to the Royal Capital."
Yulian's eyes were serious.
"Give me three days."
"What a joke!"
"Is this guy of unknown origin trying to challenge the kingdom's laws!"
"What gives him the right to say that!"
The nobles, big and small, were like cats whose fur had been ruffled.
The matter concerning Baron Corist was essentially done under their and the Lord's conspiracy.
If this matter really fell through, how could they establish themselves in the holy capital?
Seemingly noticing the Lord's silence, the nobles became increasingly dissatisfied with Yulian's provocative words and spoke out loudly.
"Could it be that you are an accomplice of that guy Corist?"
Some even mocked him with sneers.
"Accomplice?"
"Heh."
Yulian glanced at Dragufil, and seeing that the latter had no intention of intervening, he couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Are you talking about me?"
Yulian's smile gradually turned cold, and his gaze fixed on the person who spoke the loudest.
"Doesn't he himself know who he's talking about?"
"Haha~haha!"
The short noble, who wasn't tall, laughed heartily. Only after laughing did he realize with surprise that he had been separated from the crowd.
Physically separated.
His position inexplicably stood out.
The nobles who had been dissing Yulian together were also silent.
Clearly, he had become a tool to test Yulian.
"Drip!"
Cold sweat quietly dripped from the short noble's forehead.
Only then did he begin to seriously look at the uninvited guest before him.
Yulian did not speak, but just stared coldly at the short noble.
Staring at this foolish fellow!
So cold!
The short noble mustered his courage to look directly at Yulian. The moment his eyes met Yulian's, he felt as if he had been targeted by some unknown beast!
"Clang!"
The short noble only felt a chill surge through his heart, and in an unstable moment, he actually fell straight off the chair!
Despite such a comical scene, no one found it funny in the slightest.
No one could laugh while being in the same room as a beast!
Everyone felt that icy chill as if it were tangible!
"Heh heh~"
"Viscount Grund is truly interesting."
Dragufil smiled and broke the suffocating pressure of the atmosphere.
There was no intention of blaming Yulian at all, only endless appreciation.
"Mr. Yulian, is that right? I believe that Baron Corist's charges you mentioned were framed."
"So that means Father can come home, right?"
Emilia mustered her courage to ask.
However, her question was like a lamb asking a wolf, begging Sir Wolf not to eat it.
It was full of romantic and naive colors.
Yulian chuckled softly, his eyes warming.
"Since the Lord has said so, we won't bother you anymore and will take Baron Corist back now."
"Naturally, but..."
Dragufil showed a troubled expression.
Yulian cursed him inwardly as an old fox, but asked with a smile.
"May I know what difficulties the Lord has?"
"Feel free to speak directly!"
"I, Yulian, will definitely do my utmost!"
You call that your utmost?
Dragufil chuckled inwardly, but since he got a response, he naturally had to make good use of this opportunity.
"Mr. Yulian also knows that as long as the real culprit is not apprehended, the case cannot be closed."
"And we also can't easily explain things to the church..."
"According to the Lord's intention?"
After Yulian finished speaking, their eyes simultaneously turned to the short noble named Gru.
"I think after Mr. Yulian sends Baron Corist back, he will have to come to my Mansion again."
"I will host a banquet for you!"
"I'll trouble you, my young brother, to catch that culprit for me!"
"Certainly, certainly!"
"You're too kind, my elder brother!"
Yulian said with a smile, his gaze towards Viscount Grund becoming increasingly interesting.
Viscount Grund, whose fate was clearly arranged by the two, cried out helplessly, "Lord, you can't do this to me!" before being led away by an attendant.
Emilia breathed a sigh of relief, as everything seemed to have settled.
However, Yulian knew in his heart that everything had just begun!
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