I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Chapter 185 That Man

"Young Master Kapong of Rattay? And he even brought a bag of high-quality silver ore?"

Aoda frowned and wiped his face haphazardly.

"Where are they?" he asked in a hoarse voice, tinged with wariness.

"In the inner garden, young master," the captain of the guard said in a low voice, his expression turning somewhat strange, "it seems—he's entertaining some of your mother's relatives."

Auda didn't ask any more questions. He didn't even go back to his room to change out of his dirty clothes before striding towards the inner courtyard.

However, when he turned the corner and saw the scene in the courtyard, his steps involuntarily stopped.

In the center of the courtyard, under the shade of a huge old tree, there is a square wooden table.

This should have been a relaxing pastime for the nobility, but the atmosphere in the air was more oppressive than in the dark and damp dungeon.

Sitting on the left side of the table was the young man who called himself "Young Master Capone".

He was leaning back lazily in his chair, a glass of red wine in his hand, his face bearing that kind of expression that made you want to punch him.

The smile of the victor.

Beside the young master Capone sat the attendant wearing a dark gray woolen short coat.

Even at this gambling table, where the atmosphere was thick with the stench of money and tension, the man sat there casually, his long, slender fingers lightly resting on the edge of the table, his expression calm and composed.

What alarmed Auda even more was the formation behind the attendant.

Captain Robard's elite squad stood behind the aide-de-camp like a silent iron wall.

It was an instinctive protective posture, as if the servant sitting there playing dice was the true core of this pack of beasts.

On the other side of the table were several distant relatives from Moravia, representing Aoda's mother.

These guys, who usually love to boast about how many estates and lands they own in Moravia and who always look down on others, are now like wilted eggplants.

Large beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, sliding down their cheeks and dripping onto their collars, which were already soaked with cold sweat.

Those faces, usually so arrogant, were now twisted as if they had swallowed a moldy toad, their color so gloomy it was even darker than the bottom of a burnt pot.

Click, click, click.

The clinking sound of the dice striking the wooden cup was like the dancing of withered bones.

The Moravian nobleman, Julko, sitting across the table, was staring intently at the dice cup in Zieg's hand.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a wild dog that had lost its mind. A bead of sweat mixed with oil slid down his forehead and dripped onto the scratched table.

However, the attendant sitting opposite him simply smiled slightly.

Zieg's fingers were long and dry, and when he held the rough dice cup, he did so as steadily as if he were holding a lover's hand.

In his perception, the world seemed to have slowed down countless times, allowing him to clearly hear the subtle differences in tone when the dice struck the cup.

His agility of 11 points allows him to precisely control the transmission of force with every flick of his wrist, and he can even adjust the angle of the dice as they fall by the vibration of the bottom of the cup.

This was a completely unequal massacre.

Snapped.

The dice cup was set.

Zig slowly lifted the lid.

On the flat table, six ordinary dice are arranged neatly like obedient soldiers.

Six ones.

Eight thousand points.

He directly killed the game.

"This—this is impossible!"

Zhurko suddenly jumped up from his chair.

His face immediately turned a deep purplish-red, and the veins on his neck bulged out like earthworms.

If the person sitting in front of him at this moment were Henry from the original story.

They probably already got a beating from Zhurko and his gang.

But now, even if Sieg is disguised as an attendant, the presence of Captain Robard standing behind him, along with the dozen or so cavalrymen he brought from Talmuburg, and the sun-reflecting plate armor worn by Hinek, Matos, and Henry, is enough to cool down any fool with insufficient brain capacity and overflowing courage.

This is why these Moravians didn't flip the table even though they almost lost their underwear.

Because these people in front of him were not the rural farmers he could manipulate at will, but a group of ruthless characters who, if they were truly unhappy, could chop him up and feed him to the dogs.

He knew he had lost completely, both on and off the table.

Shen slammed his fist on the table.

"Let's go!"

Like a defeated rooster, Zhurko led his equally disheveled relatives away, not daring to utter a single harsh word.

Aoda felt no anger as he watched the Moravian people flee like drowning dogs with their tails between their legs.

On the contrary, the young heir felt as if the huge rock that had been weighing on his chest for days had been moved away by an invisible hand.

God knows how long he's put up with these greedy relatives.

Auda had long wanted to draw his sword and kick them off those expensive chairs, but out of respect for his mother, he could only swallow his profanities.

And now, the attendant named Zieg, who was sitting there, had done for him the thing he had always wanted to do but dared not do, with just a few dice.

"A brilliant technique."

Odamai stepped into the shade of the trees.

His boots stomped heavily on the fallen leaves.

"With your ability to make those idiots lose their underwear, I would think you are the top expert at the Prague gambling tables."

Zieg stood up, his voice steady and gentle.

"You flatter me. Sometimes, luck is also a part of ability. And greed is often the root cause of losing everything."

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Auda laughed heartily: "Ha! Greed—well said! Those guys' greed could scare away even the devil."

Young Master Capon also stood up: "You must be Lord Oda Semi, I am Hans Capon from Rattay."

"Lord Oda, may we take a tour of your territory? I've heard that the wilderness of Troski has the freest winds of Bohemia, and I'd like to get some fresh air."

Aoda was taken aback.

He had been hesitant about how to test this strange group of guests who had not only given generous gifts but also brought an elite guard. Upon hearing this suggestion, he nodded almost instinctively.

"You're right. The air here is indeed very polluted."

Auda took a deep breath and looked out at the open space outside the manor. "If you don't mind my dirty clothes, I'd be happy to show you the way."

Robard seemed to want to follow, but a glance from Sieg kept him rooted to the spot. What followed wasn't suitable for more people.

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A quarter of an hour later, three fast horses burst out of the somber gates of Semih Manor.

After galloping for a long time across the undulating wilderness, they stopped on a high slope overlooking the entire valley.

There was no one around; only the rustling of the wind through the withered grass and the long cries of a few eagles circling in the distance.

Hans Capon pulled on the reins and let out a long sigh of relief.

He seemed to have finally shed some kind of heavy disguise, and his tense "performance state" completely relaxed.

"God is my witness, if I had to pretend to be that rich young master who only knows how to drink any longer, I would go crazy."

Hans turned his head, his smile fading, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

"Lord Oda, you're a smart man, and a tough one at that. Last night you didn't go to any monastery to pray; you went to see those who didn't want to be von Polgár's dogs, didn't you?"

Auda's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand almost instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword at his waist. His eyes instantly turned as dangerous as a wolf's: "What are you talking about? Young Master Capon, some jokes are not to be taken lightly."

"Don't be nervous, my friend. If I wanted to harm you, we wouldn't be at your family's estate today; we would already be guests of honor at von Polgár's house."

Hans waved his hand, then spurred his horse back half a step, giving way to Sieg, who had been in the position of attendant.

"I brought you out because there are some things that can't be said in places where walls have ears."

"Let me reintroduce you. This is not my attendant, nor am I qualified to have him lead my horse."

"Standing before you is His Majesty the Emperor Charles IV’s grandson, the rightful ruler of the Duchy of Geerlitz, and the Duke of Sigismund who defeated Sigismund’s three thousand troops at the gates of Skalitz."

As Hans finished speaking, Zieg's deep, calm eyes looked at Auda. Although he was still wearing the servant's uniform, in that instant, an invisible, vast, and overwhelming pressure seemed to emanate from his straight spine, making the surrounding wind seem to stand still.

Aoda froze completely on horseback.

This series of messages exploded in his mind like a series of thunderclaps.

The silver ore of Skaritz—the unwavering deference of the young master of Rattay—and that undeniable air of authority, as if he were born to command—

All the mysteries came together at that moment, revealing a chilling truth.

He, Oda Semi, a rebel struggling in the darkness, trying to unite all forces to fight against Borgo, suddenly saw the man with the blood of the Holy Royal Family standing right in front of him.

An indescribable excitement, like a volcanic eruption, overwhelmed Aoda's reason and vigilance.

His lips trembled violently, as if he wanted to say something, but he found that his throat was blocked by something, and he could only let out a few rapid and heavy breaths.

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