Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Chapter 128 Paramecium

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass windows of the Adventurers' Guild's second-floor meeting room, cutting a bright, geometric pattern of light across the floor.

Feifei sat on a bench by the window, her black full-body armor gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the light.

Naberal sat beside him, her long hair tied in a high ponytail. Her delicate, snow-white skin shimmered like pearls in the sunlight, her face indifferent, as if she had no interest in anything.

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Feifei's voice came from under the helmet.

The door was pushed open, and a gaunt man strode in.

He was wearing a dark blue tuxedo with an elaborate bow tie at the collar, his mustache was neatly trimmed, and his small eyes were fixed on Feifei.

"Mr. Fei Fei of the 'Pitch Black' Squad, a steel-class adventurer?" The man bowed slightly. "I am Chenako, a baron of the kingdom, here to pay my respects on the orders of His Highness Prince Balbro."

His manners were impeccable, without a single fault.

Feifei rose to return the greeting, raising her hand in a gesture of respect: "Please sit, Baron Chenaco."

Thank you.

Chenako stood up, his gaze shifting from Feifei to... and then...

He saw Nabella.

The woman sitting next to the black-clad warrior had long, ink-black hair and a face so exquisite it resembled a statue enshrined in a temple.

Baron Chernaco's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

His small eyes were wide open, his lips were slightly parted, and his mustache curled up along with his lips.

I felt like I was nailed to the spot, and I even forgot to take a step.

"—This must be Miss 'Beautiful Girl' Nabe." His voice was much softer than before, as if afraid of disturbing some fragile treasure. "It's an honor to meet you."

Although not highly intelligent, Baron Chenaco, with his exceptionally high sleaziness, quickly made a decision.

He walked quickly to Nabella, bent down, and reached out his hand as if to kiss the back of her hand.

Naberal remained still, letting Baron Chenaco bend over, one hand hanging in mid-air, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

The silence lasted for three seconds.

Baron Chenaco straightened up, his smile undiminished. He told himself that beautiful women are born with tempers, which was perfectly normal.

The Baron took two steps back and sat down in the chair opposite Fei Fei.

"Mr. Feifei," his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Naberal, "I've heard so much about the 'Dark' Squad back in the capital. Seeing them today, I can see their reputation is well-deserved."

As he said this, his gaze inadvertently fell on the tips of Nabella's shoes.

Naberal frowned slightly; she was about to lose her temper.

Baron Chenaco noticed it, but he found Nabe's frowning, disdainful face rather charming.

"Baron Chenaco," Fei Fei's voice broke the delicate atmosphere, "You just said you came on the orders of His Highness the Crown Prince. May I ask what business His Highness has with you?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

Baron Chenaco snapped out of his reverie, took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, trying to appear like a gentleman.

He put the handkerchief away, sat up straight, and looked like a proper messenger.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has always admired the strong." His tone carried a formal, almost abbreviated tone. (The "Dark" Squad)

Your Highness has already heard of your feat of advancing to the Steel rank. Subduing the Forest Wise King and the Western Serpent, and slaying the Eastern Giant—such strength is among the best in the entire kingdom.

Feifei remained motionless and showed no reaction.

"Therefore," Baron Chenaco continued, "His Highness wishes to employ Mr. Fei Fei to be in charge of His Highness's security."

His face broke into an even more solicitous smile.

"Regarding the compensation, His Highness said it will definitely satisfy Mr. Fei Fei."

This was the eldest prince's plan: first, to keep Feifei by his side, and then to conquer him with his personal charm.

The eldest prince, who felt quite self-satisfied, made this plan.

Feifei didn't answer immediately; his gaze, hidden beneath his helmet, fell on Baron Chenaco's face as if he were assessing something.

Baron Chernaco felt a little uncomfortable under that gaze, but he quickly shifted his attention to another direction, turning his head to look at Naberal.

"Miss Nabe," he rubbed his hands together, "His Highness the Crown Prince's guard duties are not complicated. With your looks and demeanor, Miss Nabe will surely be the center of attention at any banquet in the capital."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Nabella's face, from her eyebrows to her lips, his gaze so intense it was almost slick with desire.

Naberal finally spoke.

"Are you a paramecium, a brainless single-celled organism? I wouldn't mind gouging your eyes out with a spoon."

Her voice was as cold as the frost that never melts in a prison.

Baron Chernaco's smile froze.

The air in the reception room instantly turned cold.

Baron Chenaco opened his mouth, and the fake smile on his face tore in half, revealing a hint of real anger.

But he did not have an attack.

"His Highness's mission—" He repeated this phrase to himself, "The mission is important, the mission is important."

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. The muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, then he put on a smile again.

"Miss Nabe is quite the joker." His voice was a little hoarse, but he was still trying to maintain a proper tone.

Feifei broke the somewhat heavy atmosphere.

"Nabe, don't be rude to the guests."

Naberal pursed her lips, refraining from saying anything more offensive.

But the reluctance was almost written on that delicate face.

Baron Chenaco secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected of a Steel-level adventurer, even managing people is so skillful. He silently gave Feifei a few more points in his mind.

"Mr. Feifei is indeed skilled at managing his subordinates." He chuckled twice, then steered the conversation back on track, "So, regarding His Highness the Crown Prince's servants—"

"Sure," Feifei answered readily.

Baron Chernaco's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Feifei agreed?"

"Hmm." Feifei nodded slightly. "I have no objection."

Baron Chenaco nearly jumped up from his chair, and the smile on his face finally regained some of its genuine warmth.

"That's wonderful!" the baron exclaimed excitedly. "His Highness will be delighted to know!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the reception room.

"So, when can Mr. Feifei set off? Of course, the sooner the better."

"I have no problems on my end either, let's do it tomorrow," he said. "We can make some preparations today and leave tomorrow."

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