I’ll Live My Second Life!

32 Mr. Conrad

A week later, the punishment for skipping dinner was over, and Phee was at the 18th Knights’ rally point again.

When I entered the assembly hall, I knew there was Mr. Conrad.

When I greeted him as usual, he made me tea. It’s kami malty today. It has a slightly sweet and calming flavour, which makes me feel kind of relaxed.

That’s when Conrad, sitting in the front, said.

“It’s me and my assignment today, so it’s nice to meet you. Heath!”

Winks a little.

“Huh…?

Fee just said “eh” to Conrad’s words.

In response to Fee’s reaction, Conrad said with an unreadable smile on his face, looking up at the elbow on the table and looking up at the surprised Fee’s face

“It’s terrible, Heath. It’s like – I didn’t think I could hear the word” mission “coming out of this guy’s mouth – you look like that. Well, then, I’m not the devil.”

(They’re reading my thoughts!?

I am told with my mouth to trace my thoughts, and Fee’s spine is raised.

“Oh, I’m sorry. But I was always here when I came.”

“That’s because Heath and I wanted some tea.”

Fee thinks it would be nice if Conrad smiled and laughed.

Even Crowe, who is taking care of Fee, was sometimes not a helper to any other squad or anything, but Conrad was the only brilliant all-time award so far.

“So what’s the mission?

“Oh, I’m going to the city for a bit. There’s still tea left, so let’s drink it slowly.”

A relaxed atmosphere that I don’t think precedes the mission and an unnerving exchange.

(Going out is shopping…?

Phee couldn’t have, but she thought about it.

When they had finished their tea slowly, they went from the castle gate to the city.

The central city of Wang Capital is lined up neatly with large stone buildings, but Conrad brought Fee where the wooden buildings were cluttered up, away from it.

It also has a somewhat dull atmosphere, unlike the lower town, where sluds often go shopping.

I look at Phee, who has almost gone awry, and I advise Conrad softly.

“You can’t be too flippant. Because people get tangled up in danger.”

That’s what Phee said and stopped looking around.

Sounds like a really dangerous place.

Conrad brought me here in one of the lodgings where I was rummaging.

It’s a wooden two-story inn, but by the way, the walls are discolored, giving a rusty vibe. As the atmosphere showed, there were no signs of people at all.

When I open the door and go inside, there is an old man sitting at the reception.

I could tell by looking in those eyes that I was blind. Conrad goes into the back of the inn silently without saying hello, leaving only the money at the reception.

(Wow!

It was a lot of money that I didn’t think would cost me an overnight inn.

Fee’s salary as an apprentice knight, maybe more than three months.

The old man at the reception also receives only the money gently, and does not speak to Conrad.

Fee also got an atmosphere where he shouldn’t talk about anything and followed Conrad silently.

There were about six rooms upstairs that I followed up the stairs. There are no signs of people at all, as always.

So Phee was given clothes by Conrad.

Butler clothes for boys.

Small white shirt and black tie at vest, trousers of the same colour. There is no jacket.

“Get dressed in this room. I’ll get dressed, too.”

So when Conrad instructed Phee to one of the rooms, he went into the next room himself.

(What the…)

Not sure, when I went into the room and changed my clothes, the size was perfect.

I also think Phee is just wondering why…

I couldn’t help thinking about it, so when I went outside, Conrad still didn’t look like him.

Waiting didn’t take long, but the door to the room where Conrad went in opens.

From there an extinct beauty emerged.

Bring red, long hair together on your head for a passionate aroma of colour, and the eyes of a large slice of length are brightly colored with long lashes. The white skin was like ceramic, and the red red painted a little on that skin was like art.

On a bold dress with an open chest, she grabbed a slender, stiff body, and the coloured incense leaking from it made even Fee, a girl, kind of occasional.

Most importantly, it smells kind of very good.

Fee didn’t smell funny and I smelled the smell.

After staring at Fee like that with a luscious, luscious grin, the beauty closed her fan with luxurious feathers under her mouth and told Fee.

“Please wait. Heath.”

It was Mr. Conrad’s voice……