Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Chapter 85 Marching into Brothels

As night fell, the lights of the brothels in the capital cast dim patches of light on the damp stone pavement.

Rune stood in front of the heavy metal door, examining the exterior of the building.

The gray stone walls looked particularly cold in the night, and the windows were sealed tightly, with only a few faint rays of light leaking through the cracks in the door.

The air was filled with an indescribable stench of decay, like cheap cosmetics, sweat, and something darker mixed together, drifting faintly in the night breeze.

Sebastian stood half a step behind him, his black tailcoat blending into the night. The old butler's hands hung naturally at his sides, his posture composed, as if he were simply accompanying his master on an ordinary nighttime walk.

To an uninformed person, this certainly resembled the scene of a noble young master bringing his old butler to seek pleasure.

"According to intelligence, that building over there also seems to have an entrance."

Rune raised his hand and pointed to a building next to several houses.

Sebastian glanced at the gesture and nodded slightly.

"The entrance also serves as an escape route. Normally, there would be at least two guards." Rune withdrew his hand, turned to face Sebastian, and lowered his voice.

"In that case, Mr. Sebastian, perhaps we should split up. I'll handle the frontal assault, and you can take care of the other side. What do you say?"

Sebastian's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Mr. Rune, if I may be so bold," the old butler's voice was steady, "the danger from the front is far greater—"

Sebastian didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear: since a direct confrontation is more dangerous, then the one with the greater strength should bear the responsibility.

Rune looked into Sebastian's eyes.

He certainly knew that the danger was greater on the front.

"Mr. Sebastian."

Rune's voice was even more steady than before, carrying a heavy weight. His gaze met Sebastian's, and there was no trace of retreat on his young face.

"I know that Mr. Sebastian's strength far surpasses mine."

Rune admitted it frankly.

"But Mr. Sebastian is my guest, and he accompanied me here this time."

Rune's voice carried an added layer of solemnity, as if he were stating an undeniable fact.

"How can I entrust the most dangerous part to the guests?"

Sebastian looked at him.

The old butler's expression remained unchanged, but a slight glint flashed in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Sebastian nodded slightly.

Sebastian lowered his chin slightly, as if to express approval.

Wait a minute. Sebastian seems to have actually agreed?

Rune mentally cursed, "He was just being polite!"

Rune quickly added, "Moreover, this trip is to eliminate evil and uphold justice."

His tone held an almost solemn, vow-like quality. His gaze shifted from Sebastian's face to the tightly closed metal door.

Even when facing—

Rune paused. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he were swallowing something.

"I would risk my life for that."

When Rune uttered the words "life in danger," his voice paused slightly, but remained resolute.

The night breeze blew again. Rune's golden hair swayed gently in front of his forehead, and the light from the porch lamp fell on his profile, illuminating his light green eyes.

Sebastian looked at that face.

The old butler's lips moved slightly.

"Mr. Rune's actions are also for my young lady's sake," Sebastian's voice rang out. "Naturally, I cannot allow Mr. Rune to face the most dangerous part."

Sebastian took half a step forward, standing between Rune and the metal door.

The hem of his tuxedo swayed gently in the night breeze, and his gray hair gleamed silver under the door lamp.

"But----"

Rune's voice carried a hint of wavering.

His gaze darted back and forth between Sebastian and the door before finally settling on Sebastian's face, revealing a stubborn reluctance to let the old man take the risk for him.

"Please grant my request, Mr. Rune."

Sebastian bowed slightly.

As Rune watched Sebastian bow slightly, the tension in his heart finally eased.

Fortunately, Sebastian still falls for this approach.

He let out a soft breath, but the expression on his face became even more complicated.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"Then I hope Mr. Sebastian will grant me a request as well."

Rune's voice was a little softer than before.

"Mr. Rune, please speak."

"Make sure you come back alive."

He paused.

"Also, Mr. Sebastian, you can just call me Rune."

Sebastian's expression underwent an extremely subtle change, as if he had been touched by something.

"Then Rune, please call me Sebastian as well."

Rune nodded.

"And also," Sebastian's voice regained its usual calm, commanding tone, "I'll try my best to capture them. But if they resist, I'll show no mercy. Is that alright?"

This is the final confirmation before the battle, and also a sign of respect for our fellow travelers.

Rune recalled the plot of the original work.

Those scum who were "spared" lived well after the Eight Fingers were wiped out. They changed their appearance, found new masters, and continued to eke out a living in this world.

Those who were harmed by them lie forever beneath the cold earth.

"No."

Rune's voice was unusually calm.

"There's no need to arrest them. We already have the basic intelligence on the matter, and leaving them alive might allow them to be rescued by some nobles."

"Sebastian should just kill those you deem guilty of heinous crimes."

Sebastian's eyes flickered slightly.

"Understood."

Sebastian turned around to face the heavy metal door.

Rune stood there, watching Sebastian's figure disappear into the distance.

Then he turned around and walked toward the side door hidden in the shadows.

The night breeze blew in from the alley entrance, ruffling his golden hair.

The mithril armor gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, and the black sword emblem standing upright in the center of the breastplate was faintly visible in the night.

Sebastian stood before the heavy metal door.

The gentleness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a calm and insightful gaze.

"So."

Sebastian's voice was very low, almost audible only to himself.

"Let's begin."

He reached out and pushed open the door; the heavy metal was no different from thin paper to Sebastian.

On the other side, Rune was already standing in front of the side door.

He raised his hand and tapped the door panel four times lightly with his knuckles.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump."

The code is correct.

A slight noise came from behind the door; it was the sound of the door being pulled open.

Rune placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, feeling the cool touch of the metal on his fingertips.