Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Chapter 129 Ainz's Test

"Very well!" Baron Chenaco nodded repeatedly. "Then I will go back and prepare the carriages and horses. Tomorrow morning, I will wait for Mr. Fei Fei and Miss Nabe at the city gate."

After he finished speaking, he bowed to Fei Fei in farewell, then turned to Naberal, hesitated for a moment, and bowed to her in the same way.

"Mr. Feifei, Ms. Nabe, see you tomorrow."

The smile on Baron Chenaco's gaunt face never faded. He turned and walked toward the door, his steps light as if he were walking on clouds.

The door was gently closed.

The footsteps gradually faded away, echoing a few times in the corridor before finally disappearing in the direction of the stairs.

The meeting room fell silent.

Naberal finally turned her gaze back.

"Tsk."

When she uttered that syllable, her voice was filled with undisguised disgust.

"There are just too many useless nobles in the kingdom." Her gaze fell on Fei Fei, a hint of annoyance in her eyes. "This paramecium actually looks at me like that."

Feifei did not respond.

"That Baron," Narberal continued, "reeks of nausea from head to toe. If it weren't for Lord Ainz's plan—" Narberal," Fizz's voice interrupted her.

Naberal shut her mouth, but the displeasure on her face did not diminish in the slightest.

Feifei turned her head to the side, and her gaze, hidden beneath the full-face helmet, fell on her face.

"It's certainly hard to put up with idiots," Feifei began to comfort Narberal, "but this matter concerns Lord Ainz's plans."

He paused.

"I hope you can be patient for now."

Naberal pursed her lips, offering no rebuttal.

The reason the eldest prince was able to quickly learn about the Black Squad was because the information was deliberately passed on by Demiurge.

As Demiurge had predicted, the eldest prince sent a baron to win him over.

Feifei and Nabella already knew the Baron would be coming.

Naberal was silent for a moment, then her lips twitched slightly.

"really."

"The only purpose of this paramecium is to obediently walk in according to the script."

Then Nabe turned her head and looked out the window.

"Hopefully, by then," she said, almost to herself, "we'll be able to get rid of some of the cockroaches."

Feifei heard it.

Regarding your request.

Naberal turned her head to the side.

"I'll pass that on to Demiurge," Fei Fei said calmly. "This is a small matter; it shouldn't affect the overall plan."

He paused.

"Lord Ainz will agree."

Naberal's expression finally changed slightly.

Thank you.

Her tone held a hint of genuine gratitude.

Inside the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Ainz sat at his desk, a stack of papers piled up in front of him.

Albedo stood beside Ainz, her gaze following Ainz's movements as she looked at the papers.

This was a brilliant idea from Ainz.

They probed Albedo's opinion on her aesthetic sense by having all members anonymously write suggestions.

After all, Demiurge and the citizens of Ye Lantier thought the move was cool, and if even Albedo thought it was cool, then he could be completely at ease.

Of course, this is all contingent on Albedo not discovering that he was involved in the proposal.

Otherwise, Albedo might very well have agreed to his proposal because he was the Supreme Being.

What Ainz needs is an objective evaluation.

To this end, Ainz copied all the proposals again in advance to ensure that the handwriting was consistent, and even deliberately disrupted his word choice and sentence structure habits.

He mixed his own proposal in the middle so it wouldn't seem deliberate.

"Well then, let's see what suggestions the members of the Great Tomb of Nazarick have."

Ainz reached out and picked up the top sheet of paper.

His gaze swept across the paper. Although he had read it beforehand and made a note of it, reading it again still gave him a headache.

Ainz cleared his throat and read the message aloud.

"I suggest Nazarick release more merchandise related to Lord Ainz, such as water bottles with his image or life-size body pillows. Reason: This would strengthen the loyalty of the Great Tomb of Nazarick members and constantly motivate them to work harder."

After reading the last word, Ainz rested his hand on his skull in distress.

This proposal—well, it doesn't seem entirely without merit.

But with mugs printed with his skull face and life-size body pillows—can the members of Nazarick really drink water and sleep in front of a skull?

"Albedo, what do you think of this?"

Before Ainz could finish his question, Albedo interrupted, "I think this proposal is excellent!"

Her voice was extremely excited, and her golden vertical pupils gleamed with undisguised anticipation.

Ainz gaped in shock.

He turned his head and looked at Albedo.

That stunningly beautiful face was adorned with an almost dreamlike smile, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, her eyes curved into crescents, and her entire being radiated an aura of "Hurry up and agree."

A thought flashed through Ainz's mind.

—Could this proposal have been written by Albedo?

But the principle of anonymous submissions prevented him from asking.

He looked away and returned his gaze to the paper in his hand, caught in a dilemma.

Agree? That's too embarrassing. Refuse? Albedo's expectant gaze made him feel a pang of guilt.

Ultimately, Ainz decided to agree halfway.

"A water cup is fine," Ainz reluctantly made a huge concession, "but a life-size body pillow—no way."

Albedo's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.

She lowered her head slightly, as if she were reluctantly accepting this compromise.

"Yes, Lord Ainz."

Ainz breathed a sigh of relief, put the first sheet of paper aside, and picked up the second one.

His finger bones tightened slightly the moment they touched the paper.

This is a proposal he wrote himself.

"It is recommended to design uniforms and salutes for Nazarick members to strengthen their unity."

In addition to the text, the paper also thoughtfully included drawings of the uniform style and the salute posture.

However, Ainz's drawing skills were really not good. The lines were crooked and the proportions of the uniform were seriously out of balance. The saluting arm looked like a branch that had been forcibly grown from the shoulder.

Ainz swallowed involuntarily.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he read the proposal aloud.

Albedo listened quietly.

The silence lasted for a few seconds.

"—This idea is so incredibly simplistic, who on earth came up with it?"

Albedo's voice turned cold, her face revealing undisguised disgust. She frowned, staring at the appalling drawing on the paper as if it were something filthy.

Ainz felt as if something had stabbed him hard in the heart.

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