About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

After that, Zaolu's voice was no longer heard, and the mansion was replaced by silence.

Orson leaned against the side of the room, thinking about something silently.

- If I were caught by the Rostov family peeing in the middle of the night, how would I explain to them that I'm not a perverted peeping Tom who wants to peek at Hayako's sleeping posture in the middle of the night but doesn't have the courage to open the door?

31. I got beaten up on my first day at work

Early in the morning, as the new senior security guard of the Rostov family, Orson woke up alone after a long time.

It was quite subtle for Orson to not have to carefully check whether Ino was on him.

Yesterday's events were so outrageous that Orson was still a little confused. Although in a sense, obtaining an identity and connecting with the Rostov family were indeed perfect.

After putting on a uniform, custom-made black suit, Orson left the room and went to a building as instructed.

"Oh--"

After pushing open the door, Orson discovered that this was actually a staff canteen prepared specifically for the security forces, located next to the room where the nobles had their meals.

These capitalists are so despicable... Well, the bread is so soft.

Orson wanted to criticize, but the food was too good.

"Hey, where are you from, kid? This isn't the place you should be!"

Several other burly Rostov family bodyguards came over to Orson who was eating. Compared with this group of mighty and tall middle-aged men, Orson did look a bit like a lost teenager who came to eat for free.

"..."

Orson ignored them and continued to eat. However, his behavior was misunderstood by them as a fear of conflict, so they became even more aggressive.

"Kid, you don't think you can call yourself a guard just because you carry a dagger, do you? Even though the Rostov family wants anyone right now due to special circumstances, guys like you should just get back to your mother's arms... Wait, you're actually a senior security guard?!"

Several bodyguards noticed the nameplate Orson was wearing, which showed that he was a senior security guard, earning five times the salary of ordinary bodyguards like him. They instantly became even more upset and were about to grab Orson by the collar.

"Crescendo—"

Orson was somewhat interested in what this group of people had just said about the current situation of the Rostov family, but he had no intention of continuing to argue with them.

“Wu——!?”

The bodyguard's tie, heated up rapidly under Orson's Originium technique, finally ignited. Because of this incident, the others temporarily shifted their attention away from Orson.

While tuning with "black music" is intuitive and effective, it also has several limitations. First, the object being tuned must be free of subjective consciousness and have simple structural properties. This allows for tuning with black music within a certain size.

After temporarily sending this group of boring guys away, Orson turned into a foodie again.

——Well, carrot sticks taste good. You can bring some to Frost Star.

The stew has a rich taste, and I think Alina would like it very much.

Spicy borscht? Interesting flavor. I'll go back and see if I can make some for Tallulah.

There's also herbal tea! I'm sure Mr. Patriot would love this kind of health drink.

While eating, Orsen was thinking about putting the dishes in his pocket. Although he forgot a lot, he never forgot the food his friends liked to eat... Caring for the empty nester Orsen, don't let waiting become a regret -

Security work would begin after breakfast, and Orson would observe the house while keeping watch at the edge of the other party's field of vision, with Natalia as the center.

Although the Rostovs were the most influential new nobles in Kosice, their house was not that outrageous. Compared with the castle in Kosice's spiritual realm, Natalia's family lived in a more modern villa, perhaps because their title was not inherited from their ancestors.

Of course, the so-called "not that outrageous" is only relative. After all, no normal person will ever live in a house with a garden at the door that needs to be taken care of by someone.

After breakfast, Zaolu returned to her room. Orson took the opportunity to wander around, trying to get a feel for the entire mansion. Since he was already here, he had to at least maintain a positive work attitude.

"Ok?"

When he arrived near the main hall, Orson noticed that the main hall, which had been empty before, now had a strange man dressed in expensive Ursus aristocratic clothes and accompanied by several fully armed guards.

The man had a cigar in his hand. Although there was no fierce expression on his face, his aura was extremely arrogant and aggressive.

In contrast, the head of the Rostov family, who started out as a businessman and was Natalia's father, also responded to the man positively, but his aura and confidence seemed somewhat suppressed.

"I can't hear what you're saying... That's right."

Orson took out a nail and threw it near the main hall, then took out an identical catalyst and made the two frequencies consistent.

"Your business is really booming, Andre. It's nice to buy the right to control everything with money, right?"

A voice came out, and it sounded like it belonged to that arrogant noble.

"We're just trying to make Checheng more—"

"Don't be so arrogant. You were originally just lowly vassals of other nobles. Have you forgotten your position after tasting a little sweetness? I certainly hope to maintain peace, but there are too many people coveting Che City. Marquis Rostov, you'd better think carefully, otherwise - you'd better prepare yourself to see the heads of your daughter and wife the next morning.

"you--"

"Abandon Qiecheng and get out of our territory. Or we will help you get out piece by piece. Choose, master of the family - or shameless bastard."

The head of the Rostov family was threatened so blatantly by the man, but before he could say anything, the other party unilaterally interrupted and ended the conversation.

Noticing that the other party was about to leave and was coming towards him, Orson immediately put away his simple eavesdropping device and pretended to be on guard. This time, Orson also came into close contact with the nobleman.

The feeling was not much different from just now. Although the other party had a "kind" face of a middle-aged or elderly person, his whole body exuded the oppression and arrogance of a superior.

"newcomer?"

The senior official asked Orson casually with contempt.

"Yeah, I just reported in not long ago."

"Ha, Andre, are you going to use people like this already? Well, those Sarkaz mercenaries are at least somewhat useful, allowing these guys to become security guards. By the way, let me test you to see if you're infected."

The senior official seemed to have thought of something and ordered the guards beside him to take a blood sample from Orson.

"Isn't this a bad idea? I'm affiliated with—"

Boom! !

Before Orson could finish his explanation, another guard swung his baton at Orson's head without mercy.

"Don't be such a jerk! Don't you want to live, boy?!"

"……Feel sorry."

Blood dripped down his forehead, but Orson was neither angry nor upset. He was extremely submissive and allowed the guards to hold his arm and draw blood.

——This is a bit bad. Although we can kill this group of people, it is equivalent to pushing Zaolu and her family directly into the depths of the furnace.

Is the only way to follow this group of people and find a chance to silence the detection equipment?

The needle pierced Orson's arm. Although he didn't want to admit it, this sudden situation seemed quite embarrassing.

32. The conflict between the old and new nobility

"stop!"

At the moment the guards were about to pull back the piston to draw out the blood, a voice stopped them.

Zaolu's voice came from the other side. Her identity as the daughter of the Rostov family reluctantly made the guards stop their work.

"I apologize for not knowing of your arrival, Duke Baikal, but aren't you being a little too harsh in your treatment of our people?"

Zaolu first saluted the high-ranking man called "Duke of Baikal", and then questioned the other party's excessive behavior in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.

He is Baikal, I see.

Duke Baikal, the original de facto ruler of Che, was an old aristocrat who could mobilize the Third Army. Although he still had military power, he had lost most of Che's economic benefits due to the industrial upgrading of the Rostov family and Marquis Boris.

"Hahaha, because this 'senior security guard' looked a little weak, I accidentally wanted to bully him. I'm so sorry, Natasha."

Prince Baikal walked up to Natalia with a big laugh and gently placed his hand on Zaolu's shoulder.

"I'm glad to see you're still alive, uncle. But I'd be happier if I could see Natasha torn into pieces."

"...!"

Duke Baikal laughed and turned to leave, and the two guards rudely pulled the needle out of Orson's arm.

"He's a guy who's somewhat aware of his situation and status, and thinks he's a noble."

"You lowly bastard thinks you can become aristocrat just because you have a little money? The rules of the chapel don't apply here, Student Council President."

The two guards around Duke Baikal also said all kinds of extremely insulting words to Zaolu. Among them, the guard who had beaten Orson before even poked Zaolu's mingan part with a baton.

"But you really don't look your age. It would be a shame if you died like this. Why don't you just be my lover—"

The guard hadn't finished speaking when he felt a sudden chill all over his body, giving him goose bumps.

"——!?"

For a moment, he felt like a piece of meat tied to a chopping board, exposed without any cover, but he could not find the source of this extremely murderous intent that penetrated his bones.

"...Tsk, you're lucky, you little bastard, bitch."

Finally, the guard put away his baton and left the Rostov family's villa with Duke Baikal.

Can I consider it a success? Sigh... the only thing I still can't learn is [sense of pressure].

The real source of the murderous intent just now - Orson sighed.

Although I have learned many more fighting skills than ordinary people during this period, I have found it difficult to learn the "kingly and hegemonic spirit".

Although "The Silence of the North" has become a nightmare story for most people, Orson himself does not have the same oppressive and deterrent power as the Patriot.

When most people see Bozocasti as an enemy, the first thing they think of is probably to reflect on their own life while writing a suicide note with tears in their eyes.

When ordinary people see Orson, they will only think that this iron-headed young man is not so young and naughty. Let's not talk about it. Come here and let the big sister rub it.

Although he has trained in Conqueror's Haki, in terms of results, the evaluation of Orson's "full aura" in the eyes of Talulah, Froststar, and Patriot are as follows:

"The cat with its tail stepped on," "The cat in the bathtub," and "The cat with a cucumber behind it"

"Why are there only cats?!"

After that, Orson basically gave up studying the idea of "being ruthless".

After confirming that the uninvited guest had left, Zaolu sighed and asked Orson beside her.

"Are you okay, Orson? Your forehead is bleeding... I'm sorry, we're in the Rostov family's territory, but something like this happened. It's our fault."

"It's okay. Compared to those things, the Duke of Baikal just now was the mastermind behind hiring the assassins?"

Orson wiped the blood from his forehead, took the tissue handed to him by Zaolu, and asked for information about Duke Baikal.

"It's basically clear... He's the leader of the old aristocracy, but he hasn't done anything this extreme before."

Zaolu responded with a sigh while trying to cheer herself up.

"Even the Sarkaz mercenaries have been called in. I don't think this is a case of no extreme behavior—but in a sense, it's probably true."

The Third Army—this was the biggest card in the hands of the old aristocracy, Duke Baikal. Of course, it was also the card with the most restrictions. Although the army was part of the old aristocracy, the two were not in a superior-subordinate relationship.

The army will not work for Duke Baikal unconditionally.

If there is any good side to Zaolu's assassination by W, it is probably that the old aristocratic forces have at least not yet fully united their army and prepared to launch a devastating attack on the Rostov family in Che City.

It's easy to understand. If the army were dragged into the battlefield, although the pressure would be hopeless, for Baikal, after extinguishing the power of the new nobility, the group that needs to share the benefits will have another big mouth called the "Third Army". This is definitely something that the noble does not want to see.

"Duke Baikal wants our family to abandon all of our businesses in Che City and leave. Father has been trying to negotiate for three months, but it seems Duke Baikal's patience has reached its limit."

Zaolu spoke worriedly, and then suddenly realized that she should not tell these discouraging words to the "worker" next to her, no matter for public or private reasons.

"What's wrong, Natasha? I just heard a conflict over here... Hmm? Aren't you the Oreo?"

Zaolu's father rushed over at this time and noticed Orson next to Zaolu.

"It's Orson. Next time you ask me to interview you, at least read the name clearly, Lord Rostov."

"Just call me Master Andre. You'll probably know what happened at a glance. Remember to apply for workers' compensation later."

The head of the family took a quick glance to confirm that Zaolu was fine, then hurriedly prepared to leave.

"Master Andre, Duke Baikal wanted to test me to see if I was infected."

Orson called out to the Rostov family head.

"Hmm, Ursus-style. What's wrong?"

"If I were infected—what would you do?"

Orson asked the other party this somewhat unexpected question, but the head of the Rostov family just thought about it for a moment.