How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 114

Along with the sound of a thud, rusty bars creaked as they came through.

 

“A bunch of friends who came out to play in secret?”

 

The blazing torches lit the space, which was the darkness itself.

 

The moment he saw a silver-haired man at the center of the group, Pietro’s back unknowingly stiffened.

 

It was not that he thought he might not see him again, but when his gaze met the snake-like insensitive red eyes, some terribly strange sensation began to run up his spine.

 

“Hey, did you hear that? He just called us friends.”

 

“Let’s pretend we didn’t hear that”.

 

“But Ivan, you told me to call you my friend…”

 

“When did I ever get an idiot as a friend?”

 

There was also that stupid brown-bear-like man standing among them.

 

For some reason, the atmosphere was not cheerful, and they all didn’t seem to be in the mood to chat.

 

None of them mattered except that one paladin, who stood far away with a torch and stared at him.

 

The noble who he wanted to tear and kill, who had been terribly annoying from the moment he first saw him.

 

However, in contrast to Pietro’s stare, the arrogant Duke Omerta did not seem to show much interest in him.

He was just casually looking at him, only to turn his insensitive gaze for a moment and talk to his friends.

 

“You did a good job, Galar. You caught him in time.”

 

“I know, I was laughing when I found out he left us all alone, but he did some surprisingly good work.”

 

“I’ll take that as a compliment. But…”

 

“What?”

 

“What should we do now?”

 

There was a moment of silence.

 

In the midst of focusing all their attention on one man, Pietro suddenly wondered what these men were doing.

 

As expected, was it because they were all nobles?

 

Indeed, even if they were popular knights, there was no way that the young masters who grew up nicely would be talented in that way.

 

For some reason, thinking that it would be more interesting, Pietro gave a fishy smile.

 

It would be pretty good to see them trying to torture him and accidentally letting go of the rope in the process.….

 

“What do you mean, Ruve? You’ll go first.”

 

“Why is it me?”

 

are

 

“Hey! We’re not delicate.”

 

delicate, too. In fact, I have so much compassion that I can’t even kill a

 

used to be a

 

you dirty shameless jerk. Everyone knows that you are the least

 

man, so I have to save myself the effort. I’m

 

to eat?… Oh,

 

Ruve. We trust you! While you

 

“You b*stard.”

 

What were they doing?

 

Pietro lost his

 

same time, a strange sense

 

that arrogant Duke’s attitude was

 

an opponent that wasn’t worth paying attention to, and he

 

could he

 

“Your wife…”

 

of these! Molasses wine is

 

made this

 

trainee. He’s also my younger

 

“I could marry him.”

 

provocation, which was barely loud enough, was buried in the shouts of

 

and growl louder this time, was soon distracted by an untimely, tingling

 

my. I’m sorry. It’s

 

“…….”

 

here, but

 

with an eyepatch, and the

 

face, Pietro gritted his molars, and soon smiled

* * *

from one thing or another,

 

in my entire

 

that I had not fully recovered

 

some time to fully recover my energy, but there

 

patient, the Omerta family doctor Sergei

 

examining because I wasn’t sick, but instead, I discussed my

 

this nobleman, whom Izek once called a

 

me with sparkling eyes, but the words he

 

you before, but in fact, your sacred core is very weak

 

“It’s almost nothing…?”

 

core is not impossible, but considering your background, it was quite unexpected. It’s just my opinion, but I think your special ability is related

 

is there something magical involved instead of

 

in an environment full of powerful priests without a sacred core, you

got it

 

definitely not

 

symptoms of the annual sickness so

 

opened his mouth in

 

been sick twice a year, but ever since you came to the North, you have  been sick more frequently. Is that

 

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