28: Wolf Rider

“Barto’s death is indeed suspicious!”

Mirar thought to herself, her eyes flickering with shrewdness.

As a broker who resold free citizens and a black hand for the nobles of Kura City, she naturally understood the dirty dealings behind such family power transitions.

She could tell at a glance that Barto’s death was very unusual.

“Could it be Gevas and his sister…”

Mirar pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

Regardless of who killed Barto, he was dead now.

And she wasn't trying to figure this out to avenge Barto.

“Although Barto’s death is no great loss, the task given by the nobles hasn’t been completed.”

“So, if Barto is dead, have the slaves he previously acquired now fallen into Grace’s… no, Gevas’s hands?”

Mirar frowned slightly as she realized this.

Before this, she and Barto had a cooperative relationship.

They had a clear division of labor: Barto would find ways to oppress the common people, causing them to lose their property and land, and fall into distress.

And when the other party was at their wit's end, Mirar would play the good guy, deceiving them into signing contracts of servitude under the guise of introducing work.

Of course, if any mishaps or loopholes occurred in between, Barto would step in and ask Gevas, as thesheriff, to cover it up and handle the aftermath officially.

Among the three, Barto was the middleman.

However, Mirar and Gevas did not know each other.

“For the task assigned by the noble lords.”

“It seems I must find a way to meet Gevas…”

Mirar thought to herself, then immediately called a subordinate and asked him to find Gevas and deliver a visiting card.

The subordinate left with the order, and Mirar also quickly tidied up, preparing to go out and buy a gift.

As a Just Knight, the captain of Hibo Town’ssheriff, and Barto’s brother-in-law, Gevas, though not immensely wealthy, was quite well-off.

Therefore, if she wanted to use money as a gift, it would probably require at least ten gold coins.

Mirar certainly wouldn't spend that much money, so she could only think of other ways.

Aside from money, the best gift for a knight was something that could enhance their strength.

Divine weapons, armor, warhorses, magic potions, powerful Breathing Techniques… all of these would be very suitable as gifts.

Of course, the only problem was that these items were also very expensive, and Mirar couldn’t afford them at all.

So, Mirar pondered for a long time and finally decided to buy an item made of wolf fur.

“I’ve heard people say that Gevas’s nickname is the Wild Wolf Knight.”

“He once participated in expeditions and campaigns with the Wolf King Knights, and therefore he likes things related to wolves the most.”

“A delicate wolf fur coat, although it also costs dozens of silver coins, is much cheaper compared to weapons and armor.”

Mirar thought to herself, leaving the Exchange and heading towards the tailor shop.

However, halfway there, she happened to pass Doctor Litton’s private clinic.

When she saw Ron, who was greeting and entertaining guests at the entrance, she couldn't help but be taken aback.

“Isn’t this… that kid from the Jaeger family? Why is he here?”

Mirar stopped, thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards Ron.

“Ron, do you still remember me?”

Mirar greeted him with a delicate smile on her face.

Ron’s pupils constricted slightly when he heard the voice.

But he remained calm and composed, smiling naturally at Mirar.

“Of course, I remember, Madam Mirar.”

Mirar looked him up and down, feeling a little surprised.

At this moment, Ron, compared to a few days ago, although still wearing cheap clothes, was clean and free of patches.

His figure was still thin, but he had more vigor than before.

And his handsome face was no longer timid and submissive, but full of sunshine and confidence.

“Ron, I haven’t seen you in a few days, and you seem different from before.”

Mirar said, thoughtfully observing Doctor Litton’s private clinic.

“So, you found a job?”

Ron nodded and said with a smile, “Yes, Madam Mirar, I am now Mr. Litton’s assistant.”

Ron told Mirar everything about his experiences over the past few days.

There was nothing to hide, or rather, Ron originally wanted Mirar to know his current identity.

Only if Mirar knew that he had become Doctor Litton’s assistant would she be wary and not dare to lay a hand on him.

Mirar’s expression indeed changed slightly when she heard Ron’s account, and a hint of gloom appeared in her eyes.

“Damn it! How did this kid get noticed by Doctor Litton?”

Mirar felt somewhat frustrated, never expecting Ron to have such an opportunity!

Just a few days ago, Ron was still a homeless, lazy, daydreaming, foolish teenager who fantasized about becoming a knight.

At that time, Mirar secretly scoffed, thinking Ron would soon be beaten by reality, waking up from his dream in hunger and cold.

Then he would obediently come to her, step into the trap she had already set, and become one of the slaves needed by the nobles.

After all, she had seen this situation too many times and originally thought Ron would be no exception.

That’s why she didn’t push him too hard then, but instead sat back and waited for Ron to come to her.

As a result… the cooked duck actually flew away?

Mirar was filled with regret, watching the brightly smiling Ron, her eyelids twitching wildly.

“Madam Mirar, what’s wrong?”

Ron noticed Mirar’s stiff expression, deliberately feigned concern, and quickly asked, “Are you feeling unwell? Shall I make an appointment for you to see Doctor Litton?”

Mirar snapped back to reality when she heard the greeting.

She forced an ugly smile and said through gritted teeth, “No need, Ron, I’m fine, perfectly fine…”

After saying this, Mirar suppressed her inner frustration.

She feigned a look of relief and said to Ron, “Ron, congratulations on becoming Doctor Litton’s assistant.”

“Then, I won’t hold that previous job for you.”

Mirar paused slightly, still somewhat unwilling, and added, “However… if you don’t find things satisfactory with Doctor Litton, you can still come to me, and I will introduce you to a new job!”

Ron sneered inwardly at her words, but on the surface, he pretended to be grateful and said, “Madam Mirar, thank you for your kindness, I’ll remember it.”

So, after a few more polite Exchanges, Mirar turned around, her expression suddenly turning cold, and quickly left.

Ron watched her retreating figure, his smile also fading, his eyes filled with killing intent.

“Mirar, just wait, Barto is dead, and it will be your turn soon!”