The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

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With a great deal of hesitation in case he might strike a nerve, Zobel carefully asked David.

‘I’ve heard rumors about a g…guild, and I think they can supply this ingredient.
B…But, it’s just, the guild doesn’t accept requests from s…someone like me.
Is it alright if y…you help with this? Since y…you’re a member of House Valentine’s b…branch family.’

It was a very troublesome request.
But then again, did he have a choice?

The perfect formulation of course needed such an ingredient, and that ingredient was being supplied by that guild.

This punk was so useless that he couldn’t even get his hands on it himself.

David soon signed and stamped the request form from Zobel.

‘Done? You take care of it from here.
Don’t bother me with that anymore.’

And of course, he didn’t forget to speak harshly.

Zobel, as he usually did, only nodded with that foolish smile on his lips.

Thud!

Recalling what happened a few weeks ago, David raised his leg and brought it down to the table.

The heavy sound made Zobel’s shoulders flinch.

The sight of the young man was hilarious once again, and David laughed. Hahaha.

The emaciated man couldn’t utter a word of complaint at this.
The only sound after that was bottles of medicine that he made clinking against each other.

Hahaha.

The unpleasant guest’s guffaws filled the room.

Zobel, all of a sudden, felt suffocated by that laughter.

Neither able to smile nor cry, Zobel’s face distorted strangely as he turned his back on David.

After about ten minutes.

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Zobel finally presented the finished product to David.

At the end of the day, it was still Zobel’s job to poison the opponent’s food, so David nodded after only roughly checking the bottle.

Well, even this action was just for show.

In fact, even if David knew anything about formulating, how much exactly would he know?

All he did was nod a couple times and act as if he knew what he was looking at.

Zobel’s formulations had been working properly for two years now, so there’s nothing for him to worry about.

The two left the room one after another a few moments apart.

Zobel walked with the bottle in his pocket, and David followed from a distance.

Soon, Zobel arrived at the training grounds where Maxwell was practicing a sword dance.

David hid himself behind a column and watched the two.

Zobel naturally knocked over Maxwell’s water bottle.

He bowed his head in apology, and in response, Maxwell waved his hand as though it’s alright.

Nevertheless, the thin man’s back continued to bow down, then very consciously handed over a bottle from his own pocket to the other man.

Without any questions asked, Maxwell accepted it.

And to reassure Zobel, he drank the bottle’s contents in front of him.

‘…I got you now.’

As he hid and watched everything, David smirked insidiously.

As the adam’s apple of that man bobbed up and down while he drank the water, it felt as if the anxiety lodged in David’s heart was being washed away.

With a refreshed mood, David turned his back on the two.

The steps he took as he walked away were light.
As if he was about to soar through the air.

‘Yeah, victory is mine.’

The position as the ducal princess’ escort knight, honor, prestige, and even a place next to the young lady as her spouse.
All of these were his.

The rewards that would follow his victory were listed one after another in his mind.

“Hehehe…”

Unable to push down the urge, a smile curled up on his lips.

It was the face of a man entirely consumed by greed.

 

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And, back to the present.

As David recalled that bobbing adam’s apple, he smiled once more.

It was a smile that would make anyone question whether or not he’d lost his senses because of the scorching heat.

“…Did he go crazy?”

Cassion murmured to himself.

It was a sincere question that even came from his core.

Then again, whether it’s true or not.

David still continued to let out a snicker as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“The match has been decided anyway.
That’s why, don’t be ashamed, why don’t you just surrender now?”

He brushed off his sweat-stained sleeves as he said this.
His voice was full of derision and arrogance.

Cassion frowned.

‘Apparently, his specialty is relying on underhanded tricks, but…’

His black eyes glanced sideways.

Towards the balcony surrounded with ivory marble.

Over there, sitting with impeccable posture, was the silver-haired woman.

She was sitting beneath the shade, yet despite being covered by that dark shadow, his gaze momentarily met those golden eyes at once.

Even though there was quite a distance between them, he could see that the corners of that woman’s red lips were tugged up into a smile.

Her hair fluttered as she fanned herself, and those red lips moved to utter a few words.

Amazingly enough, her words were clear.

‘Don’t worry.
You’ll win.’

Receiving this silent reinforcement, Cassion ran forward with no hesitation.

No matter what kind of underhanded trick his opponent would throw at him, he wasn’t worried.

Rosetta.

Rosetta said that he shouldn’t worry, that he would win.

Has she ever said something that didn’t come true?

No.
Not at all.