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Compared to the City Lord's Mansion in the Holy City and the Earl Granat's Manor, Count Orden's Manor was even more imposing and vast.
Within the grounds of Count Orden's Manor, towers and barracks stood tall, and large numbers of guards were on alert everywhere.
It couldn't help but make people suspect that this wasn't an Earl's Manor at all, but another fortress within this fortified city!
However, the interior decoration was indeed slightly inferior to Earl Granat's Manor.
Yulian came to the most objective evaluation after observation.
Count Orden's Manor focused more on practicality and was relatively rough.
(Of course, this doesn't mean there were no magnificent areas inside.)
(For example, Yulian felt the reception room they were currently in had the grandeur it should have as an Earl's Manor.)
"Young man, can you tell me your name?"
Count Orden had slightly reined in his unreasonable dominance at this moment, but his gaze still couldn't help but carry scrutiny.
One reason was that Stark was too similar to his deceased eldest son.
Another reason was that his status as a superior had made him accustomed to it.
"Stark."
Stark said confusedly.
Anyone who was inexplicably invited to an Earl's Manor to sit down for a bit should be bewildered.
"Count Orden, just say what you need."
Frieren spoke lightly.
"Mm."
Count Orden responded with a deep voice.
Then he stood up.
"Then come with me."
"Where are we going now?"
Yulian's expression was displeased.
Coming when you want, leaving when you want?
What is this about?
"It's not clear here..."
Count Orden slowly spoke after glancing at Yulian.
"In short, just come with me first."
With that, Count Orden got up and walked out of the reception room.
"Everyone, please."
Gabel extended his finger, pointing towards the direction of the door.
Although puzzled, everyone thought about it and nodded, following him.
"Stark, where is your hometown?"
Footsteps echoed.
Count Orden and Stark walked one after another down the hallway of the manor.
"The Warrior's Village in the Kure region of the Central Lands."
Stark said calmly.
"Is that so..."
Count Orden nodded thoughtfully.
"Stark..."
"My family was originally also a member of that Village."
In short, it meant we are all from the Village, so rest assured I won't do anything to you.
"Mm."
Stark lowered his head slightly, glancing to the side.
But the Village has been destroyed.
"We've arrived."
The hall.
Under a huge oil painting.
Count Orden stopped with the few people.
The oil painting depicted a red-haired back-combed young man wearing a red, white, and gold noble uniform.
The young man looked very handsome and strikingly attractive!
What was even more shocking was his twelve-point similarity to Stark!
"He is my eldest son, Wirt."
"He was my heir, the hero of this city."
Count Orden quietly gazed at the young man in the oil painting, his tone calm, like a still ancient well.
"He looks so much like Sir Stark!"
Fern's purple eyes fluctuated slightly.
"Exactly the same."
Count Orden affirmed Fern's words.
"As long as he's dressed up, outsiders won't be able to tell any difference."
"Is this why you brought us here?"
Yulian vaguely guessed something.
"Mm."
"If you didn't see it with your own eyes, no one would believe there could be two people so similar, right?"
Count Orden said, and couldn't help but reach out, wanting to stroke Stark's face.
But Stark dodged away, feeling a shiver.
Count Orden smiled, and when his hand returned, his face had already regained its composure.
"A month ago, we experienced a major battle with the Demon Race."
Wait, Demon Race again?
Yulian was slightly startled.
It seems those old guys didn't listen to him and develop obediently!
But how is this possible!
Didn't Aura and the others just convey his latest orders!
"Wirt died in battle at that time."
"What were the specific circumstances?"
Although it was impolite, Yulian still tentatively asked.
"Mm, Wirt discovered a Demon Race stationed troop and led the army to set out."
"As a result, he was surrounded..."
Count Orden lowered his head, somewhat regretful.
"Then I led the army to reinforce, turning the original task of clearing the Demon Race troops into a chaotic battle."
So...
The Demon Race didn't violate orders and attack first?
Then it's fine.
Yulian breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really worried about the Demon Race doing something big without him there.
"The silver lining is..."
"Only Gabel and some of my trusted aides know the news of Wirt's death in battle."
Count Orden said, his gaze turning towards Stark.
"I hope Stark can impersonate Wirt."
Seeing their hesitation, Count Orden added.
"This fortress city, Vorig, is the defense hub of the southern region of the Northern Lands..."
"Before the troops lost in the recent battle recover, morale cannot be allowed to suffer."
"I need Stark to impersonate Wirt until the social banquet three months from now ends."
Count Orden's gaze carried a hint of pleading.
"Please."
"I..."
Stark's mouth opened slightly.
"What is the reward?"
Frieren accepted Count Orden's request.
But she didn't forget the few copper coins Fern had poured out of her coin purse yesterday, saying it was for travel expenses.
"Ten Strahl gold coins."
Converted to ordinary gold coins, it's a hundred ordinary gold coins!
Fern's pupils contracted slightly, and she leaned close to Frieren's ear, whispering.
"That's enough for us to eat three meals a day with desserts in the city for the next year."
So generous!
Frieren was also very surprised, but after thinking, she added.
"Plus a Grimoire!"
Count Orden stared at Frieren in silence.
"Is... is that okay?"
Frieren felt uncertain.
But Count Orden nodded.
"You can choose any Grimoire from the library and take it with you."
"Woohoo!"
Frieren nodded happily.
Yulian, however, covered his head helplessly.
It was clear that Count Orden's silence was because he was speechless at Frieren's behavior, which wasn't even bargaining.
Just a Grimoire?
It wasn't much.
"But, can I really do it?"
Stark waved his hand, his face showing refusal.
Let me impersonate someone I don't know, and a famous noble at that!
How can I...
"I will have Gabel train you."
Count Orden said calmly.
"But what about the scar on my head!"
Stark said stubbornly.
"That is an honorable injury."
Count Orden pointed to his own forehead and smiled.
The position on his forehead corresponded to the location of Stark's scar...
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