Reborn As Noble-Chapter 148: The Feast and the Threat ( )

Javier smiled playfully as he took out a small magic grill from his magical storage. The grill quickly changed into a full cooking station. He then pulled out an variety of monster meat: thick pieces of wolf, juicy king boar, soft orc meat, and even some rare wyvern steaks.

"Liana! lets grill some meat!" Javier shouted happily, holding up the meat like it was a prize.

Liana, who was setting up their picnic, turned and sighed. "Are you going to eat all that, young master?"

"Of course not!" Javier said proudly. "You will eat some too, and Buddy and Pikko need their share! Right, Buddy?"

When Buddy heard his name, he hurried out of the river, splashing water everywhere.

"Eek! Buddy!!" Javier shouted, holding the meat away. "You’re still wet!"

Buddy didn’t care. He was excited, letting out loud squawks and rushing to the grill.

Javier saw Buddy getting closer. "Wait your turn, Buddy! Ehehehe!"

As the meat cooked, Javier smiled at the fun scene. Buddy and Pikko were waiting beside him, their beaks open in eager anticipation. Liana was calmly turning the meat with skill.

"This is perfect, Liana," Javier said, enjoying the peaceful view. "Good food, great company, and a river to cool off in. Who needs a fancy castle?"

Liana smiled gently. "As long as you’re happy, young master."

"Happy? I’m more than happy!" Javier exclaimed, breathing in the delicious smell. "Now hurry up, Liana! I’m starving!"

The yummy smell of grilled meat filled the air as Javier continued eating, grinning at Liana. She was about to give him more food when she noticed something behind them.

When she looked, she saw a group of about thirty big, scary-looking men. They had weapons and looked mean.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" one of them sneered. "Two fancy birds, a brat, and a beautiful elf. Looks like we found something good, boys!"

"Let me have that girl after you!" another one shouted, looking at Liana with a creepy smile.

"And this kid is from the Armand noble house!" a third said, his eyes shining with greed. "We could ask for a lot of money for him!"

Javier didn’t seem scared. Still chewing his food, he casually turned his head toward them and said, "Hey, old man."

"Huh?" The leader was surprised.

Suddenly, the men stopped moving. Their smiles turned to fear as they felt a strange force holding them down. It was like the gravity was three times stronger, making them kneel with grunts of pain.

"Urghhh! What… what is happening?!" the leader groaned, trying to lift his head.

Javier leaned back comfortably, still eating, while Liana sat beside him, feeding him grilled fruit like nothing was wrong.

"Me and my girl here are still eating," Javier said lazily, waving his hand. Then he turned to Buddy and Pikko, who were squawking aggressively, ready to fight.

"Buddy? Pikko?" Javier called, with a serious tone.

The two birds squawked together, their eyes gleaming fiercely. Without waiting, they charged at the frozen men.

Buddy hit the leader and sent him tumbling into the river with a big splash, while Pikko quickly attacked the others, leaving them on the ground, hurt and groaning.

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Liana kept eating, watching the chaos with mild amusement. "They just don’t give up, do they?"

Javier laughed, wiping his mouth. "Yeah, but they’re not very smart. Trying to ruin my meal? That’s just rude."

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Liana smiled softly and cut another piece of meat for her young master. "Here, young master."

Javier took the bite, enjoying it with a happy hum. When Buddy and Pikko came back, looking proud, he patted their beaks. "Good job, you two! Ehehehe!"

"You know, Liana," Javier said, leaning back and looking at the defeated men, "I don’t understand. With their strong bodies, they could work honest jobs and make good money. Why do they always choose to be bad guys?"

Liana, wiping her hands gently, sighed. "Well, young master, some people choose the easy way, knowing it’s risky but profitable. They would rather take shortcuts than work hard."

Javier thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Their loss, I guess! At least Buddy and Pikko got a workout. Now, pass me some of that boar meat!"

"Of course, young master," Liana replied with a fond smile, handing him the next piece.

Meanwhile, in another part of the kingdom, the grand hall of the Klimbert estate was filled with anger. Lord Klimbert slammed his fist on the armrest of his fancy chair, his face full of frustration as his loud voice echoed.

"What?! The team we sent to kill Garius youngest son is missing?!" he yelled, glaring at the scared informant in front of him.

The informant, sweating, nodded nervously. "Y-Yes, my lord. The latest reports say Garius’s son was last seen near the border."

Lord Klimbert’s face twisted in disbelief. "Then how come our teams haven’t killed him yet?!" His voice grew sharper, cutting through the room. "We sent two top assassin groups! There are only two roads to the capital, and we’ve covered both!"

The attendants and soldiers exchanged worried looks, knowing better than to interrupt Lord Klimbert’s famous anger.

"I want answers!" Lord Klimbert growled, gripping the armrest tightly. "Find out what’s happening! Where are those teams, and why haven’t they finished their mission?!"

"Yes, my lord!" A senior officer quickly bowed and left the hall to give orders.

The room went silent as Klimbert leaned back in his chair, thinking hard. His expression darkened. There’s no way a child and a maid could escape from two of my best assassin teams.

He clenched his teeth. Garius must have something planned…

"Ughhh!! That Armand territory was supposed to be mine!" he growled. "And yet that Garius managed to survive all these years!"

He swept his arm across the table, knocking over a goblet that crashed to the floor. The servants jumped but didn’t dare to move.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he shouted, his voice bouncing off the stone walls. His anger grew as he remembered how the Armand family rose to power. "I sent the best assassin groups, the strongest fighters—everything I could! And yet, that lowborn scum still became a Count!"

He turned to a group of quiet advisors on the other side of the room, his eyes blazing with rage.

"Do you know what that means?!" he yelled. "It means all of you have FAILED me! AGAIN!"

"My lord," one brave advisor started, his voice shaking, "maybe we underestimated—"

"Underestimated?!" Klimbert shouted, cutting him off. He pointed a trembling finger at the man. "Don’t even talk to me about underestimating! That ’lowborn’ has been outsmarting us every step of the way! This is not just underestimating—this is incompetence!"

The advisor turned pale and quickly bowed his head.

Klimbert took a deep breath, trying to control his anger, but the bitterness lingered. "Garius... that sneaky bastard. He should have died with the rest of his family. And now, his son is heading to the capital."

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "No matter what it takes, I will destroy that family. If the assassin teams have failed, then I’ll hire armies, mercenaries—whatever it takes! I won’t let the Armand name succeed while mine suffers!"

"Haaarrrghh!!" he shouted. "Garius’s eldest son is rising in mage rank like it’s easy, and his second son leads a paladin team! All of his children have the best classes, far better than my useless brats!!"

He gritted his teeth, his nails digging into the wood of the table. His eyes burned with hatred, his body shaking with rage.

"FUCK!! This is unacceptable!" he yelled. "I will not let Garius’s youngest son live! I want him dead before he even reaches the capital!"

"Yes, my lord," an advisor replied, bowing his head, his voice shaky but eager to avoid Klimbert’s anger.

Klimbert paced back and forth, his mind filled with plans. Suddenly, he turned sharply toward his advisor.

"Set up a meeting with Lord Amboast and Jaist, immediately," he ordered, his voice cold. "Tell them the plan will go ahead without delay. I want their full cooperation."

The advisor nodded quickly and bowed lower. "Understood, my lord. I’ll send the message at once."

Klimbert sneered, a wicked grin on his face. "Garius’s precious youngest son won’t reach the capital alive. I’ll make sure his journey ends in failure—and his family is destroyed."

A servant cautiously approached, bowing deeply. "My lord, should I gather more forces?"

Klimbert sneered again, his expression vicious. "Prepare everything. I want spies, mercenaries, and assassins waiting at every checkpoint to the capital. Make sure Garius’s brat doesn’t see another sunrise!"

"Yes, my lord!" The servant hurried away, leaving Klimbert to simmer in his anger.

Staring into the flames, Klimbert’s expression turned cold and calculating. "You may have come this far, Garius," he muttered darkly, "but I’ll ensure your family is wiped out. Count or not, your end is near."

(End of Chapter)