The Lord's mansion.
In the reception room stood soft and comfortable leather sofas. Absolutely genuine animal fur.
"...Therefore, strive for speed and efficiency."
"..."
Silas didn't pay much attention to what the Lord was rambling about. He just estimated that in his previous life, the Lord would have been sentenced to life for the crime of slaughtering protected animals.
"Go. I will prepare a lavish banquet and wait for you."
Looking at the Lord, who was twirling his small mustache.
Flores?
Silas remembered that in the game, Elisa seemed to have awarded a commoner title, likely with the same name.
Could it be that in the simulation, he was actually the Lord's ancestor?
"?"
After being stared at by Silas several times, the Lord looked at him strangely. "Do you have any questions?"
"No. I will definitely not let down your expectations, Lord Count."
Silas withdrew his gaze.
Thinking about it, if those NPCs in the game were also modeled after the Lord's ancestors, the Lord's ancestors would have to kneel before him. Then the Lord... a grandson-level descendant?
"..."
Soon, Silas left the town.
In the team he was in, the members came from different places.
There were serious criminals pulled out of prison. There were also knights like Fiona's grandson-level descendants. And there were blacksmiths who looked very muscular.
"Why would they let a green boy like you come?"
"..."
Is he going to mock me?
"Hmph, I had already killed thieves when I was your age. I'm in prison because I killed a thief. If you're afraid, you can hide behind me."
Looking at the fierce criminal, he's actually a good guy?
The team met outside the town and didn't attract anyone's attention.
"Tsk, although I plan to run away, the girls in this border town are really not bad. That one looks very pure. But her figure is excellent."
"..."
Fiona's grandson-level descendant next to him winked at Silas.
"Your eye is poor."
"What? My eye is poor? I'll bet 10 copper coins she's a virgin."
"..."
Silas had already looked.
The woman looked very simple and honest, but her nipples were dark. Not to mention between her legs, she clearly looked battle-hardened.
"Didn't you notice she deliberately keeps her legs together when she walks? Observe carefully."
"..."
"Impressive! You're right... you can tell when she squats down to pick things up."
The man gave a thumbs up. "Big bro, are you that experienced? Let's become sworn brothers. I won't take advantage of you; you can just call me 'big brother'."
"...Copper coins."
Silas held out his hand.
"Are you really not going to be my sworn brother?"
He was a good sport about losing, and while he was still muttering and looking at the woman in the distance, he actually gave Silas 10 copper coins.
"..."
Very light. Compared to the gold coin bags Silas had stored in his trunk when he was a teacher in the simulation, it wasn't just a little bit lighter.
Money?
It was also time to make a decision. The Charisma points were right there, and the Princess was there too.
He'd already felt her breasts. Just go for it, what's there to be afraid of?
At worst, he'd really run away with this big bro next to him. There are plenty of fish in the sea. In the game, he could only aim for rewards and women, but in reality, he could aim for other things. This was the border, and Silas didn't have much feeling for this land anyway.
Maybe he could go back to the real East...
No, the East now is likely also a feudal society. It wouldn't be much better. He'd finish the crusade first, then come back and see if the real Elisa had the same model of small buns. This wasn't a matter of morality; it was already quite natural before the simulation. Both were willing.
As for the nun.
Silas had almost forgotten her due to the anti-addiction, well, maybe it was because he had appreciated the Princess's white silk feet too many times and covered it up. He only clearly remembered the fact that the nun's nipples were inverted.
Anyway, they weren't very familiar. He didn't care.
Before dawn.
Rose had gone to the stables.
She had also seen the maid lady providing a lap pillow for Silas. He was sleeping soundly.
The dead truly cannot be resurrected. But his body's departure was abnormal. He had also come to the confession room to confess.
She knew the maid and Silas had no deep relationship, they just called each other sister and brother.
That was nothing.
She found the maid lady who was busy wiping vases.
"Excuse me..."
"Eek! Ah, are you the Arch-Nun?"
"You know me?"
"I had the honor of seeing you come here before. I just didn't have the courage to talk to you."
The maid lady was trembling, not knowing why the Arch-Nun wanted to see her.
"I... just. I want to ask about your brother."
"..."
The content of the confession was true.
Then, the one living now was also true. What about the gap in these years? Where was he, what was he doing?
"Eh? My brother? That..."
The maid lady was so nervous her hands and feet were sweating.
Could it be that her brother had offended this Bishop when he went to deliver the statue? For example, touching the Saint's statue with his hands.
"He... he is still young and doesn't understand many things. I don't know if he was lacking in etiquette... that's why you..."
"No! I just want to know... how did he come here and become a groom?"
"...Uh."
The maid paused, cautiously choosing the better things to say.
How could she know how Silas spent his time in his so-called hometown? But that didn't stop her from making up a story. How he was an orphan since childhood, wandered alone, and crossed the sea to get here. Finally, he had a full meal.
But why, the more she spoke, the more the Arch-Nun... looked like she was about to cry?
"Mmh... thank you."
She really cried.
Still wiping her tears. This didn't seem like she wanted to punish her brother, but rather like there was some connection.
"Excuse me, does my brother have some connection with you?"
"..."
Facing the maid's nervous inquiry, Rose thought for a moment and showed a smile, "Yes. A very close relationship."
"..."
Close?
Observing the Arch-Nun's beautiful attire. Especially under the black skirt that reached her knees, those thin black stockings. Coupled with the curves that were hard to hide even under thick clothes. The maid lady felt that few men would say the nun before her was not sexy and beautiful.
But she was a nun.
Could it be a long-lost family member?
A real sister?
"I... also want to ask... Maid lady, you are very good to him. You seem to truly treat him like a real brother. But... I can't let him continue to be a groom."
"..."
Is she going to take him away?
The maid felt strangely cuckolded. But this nun was a real sister, maybe even a biological sister. She was so beautiful, and her brother was so handsome; their parents must have been people with great class.
Why be nervous facing her?
Ah.
Because she hadn't fulfilled her sisterly duties for so many years, seeing her, she felt she was more like a sister?
"This is what my brother deserves. I should congratulate the Arch-Nun on the family reunion. Mmh."
The maid lady was in pain.
She had just seen her brother show his talent, but before she could congratulate him, she was cuckolded.
"But... so, that, can I... visit him in the future?"
"Eh?"
Rose was stunned, then showed a smile, "Of course!"
She wasn't someone with extreme possessiveness. If someone was simply good to Silas, she didn't see a problem. Especially someone who could understand her feelings.
"..."
"Thank you, Maid lady, for taking the time to chat with me. You are always welcome to visit the convent."
"Eh? I... I should be the one! I should thank you for talking so much with a mere maid like me. And you were... so polite."
The maid was overwhelmed.
"..."
Rose thought. Since she was a sister Silas acknowledged. Perhaps, she would also have to call her that in the future. Being polite was essential.
Anyway, she chatted a lot with the maid with a pleasant mood.
"..."
Leaving the front hall.
She no longer cared about what happened to the Princess. She went directly to the Lord's reception room.
But unfortunately, someone had already beaten her to it.
"Count Flores, this groom, I am taking him back to the Royal Capital. Do you have any objections?"
The Princess sat on the sofa, coldly resting her feet, which were encased in white socks.
"..."
The Arch-Nun walked in without hesitation, similarly looking at the sweat-drenched Lord, "I have brought a personal letter from the Pope. As long as it is something I need in your territory, I do not need the Count's consent. I can also take him away. I think that groom's abilities are very good."
"A personal letter from the Pope?"
Elisa spread her hands and looked at the Lord. "Count Flores, what do you want to do?"
"..."
The Lord felt the sky was falling.
He had just hired a groom!
He simply thought the Princess was just a bit interested in Silas. She was royalty, after all; whether she liked women or men, it was all normal. But what was with the Church's Bishop? Insisting on the groom.
"Arch-Nun, I have some well-trained knights here... How about, I not only provide the equipment, but I give these knights directly to you."
"Grooms, yes, there are those with twenty or thirty years of horse-breeding experience too! In my opinion, that kid has some experience, but saying he grew up in a stable for over a decade since childhood is definitely a lie. He is slick-tongued and not suitable for a sacred place like a convent... uh..."
The Count couldn't go on because the nun's expression grew colder and colder.
"To me, he is a very important person. Not a groom."
"..."
But just now you said you wanted the groom!
How did he become an important person again? A lover? The Bishop also favored that young groom's male charms?
No, no, as an Arch-Nun of the strictly-mannered Church of Noye, it was impossible for her to be involved in male charms. Then a relative?
"Miss Nun must have mistaken him for someone else? Why do I feel like he is a very familiar and important person of mine?"
"?"
Seeing the Princess also stand up coldly, the Count's head buzzed even more.
That groom! Isn't his relationship with this royal that of a favored male toy? How did he become an important person too?
"How about this, we go to the stables together. See if he wants to go to a boring convent with you, or back to the Royal Capital with me."
Elisa's gaze went past the Lord and looked directly at the nun opposite.
"...Fine."
The nun had confidence.
Even if Silas had somehow lived for over twenty years again because of the fog. His memory of the past isn't so clear.
It didn't matter.
Her body heat would make those things clear to him again.
"...Please wait!"
Seeing both women preparing to head out, the Lord's mind broke.
"Arch-Nun! Highness Elisa, the groom you want... is already gone. I ordered him to go with my private soldiers to suppress the bandits."
"..."
The meeting room fell silent.
After a moment.
"You let someone whose identity is just a groom go suppress bandits?"
The nun was the first to speak coldly.
"Count, I should have said that I came here to solve this matter personally. Do you... want your head to stay on your shoulders that little?"
Then, the Princess also looked calmly at Count Flores.
"..."
The Lord was about to wet his pants.
Was that a fucking groom? He's more like a god of plagues!
Didn't the ancestral teachings say to just be neutral and please both sides? How come in his case, he's being squeezed from both ends!