A Narrow-Eyed Nobleman Is Always Misunderstood

Episode 165 – The beginning of a conspiracy in a back alley

The sun that dyed the evening sky red disappears over the horizon, and the curtain of darkness turns the sky black.

A man wearing a hooded hood was roaming the back alleys of a city built near the Noble Academy without saying a word.

Usually, a place called a back alley is a place that must be created wherever people live.

“Eww, why is the business so slow these days?”

“The amount is not enough to eat off the little pony.”

“Would you like to rob a rich house and move to another city?”

In addition, the back alleys could be said to be very dangerous places for ordinary people because they are the places where bullies and gangsters who extort money by threatening others roam.

“Your handsome brother. The killer came in today, why don’t you go play?”

“Go away b*tch. He’s going to be hanging out at our store today, so don’t look at him.”

“Whose customer is this b*tch trying to steal!”

Moreover, people engaged in illegal business are setting up shops here, and it was also a place where goods that are difficult to sell openly in the sun were traded.

“… ….”

However, this man, wearing a deep black hood, did not pretend to know anyone among the people living in the back alley.

For a moment, the residents of the back alley sent their eyes toward the man wearing the black hood, but they did not look at him until the end.

On the contrary, he didn’t find it strange that he pretended not to know as if he was looking at something he shouldn’t have looked at, but rather, as if it were natural, a person wearing a black hood deeply pressed down was walking down a back alley.

After walking around the back alley for a while, the man stopped in front of a building.

The building he stopped at was a very luxurious and sophisticated mansion that is hard to find in a back alley.

Generally speaking of buildings in back alleys, shacks and huts that looked like they were about to collapse came to mind.

Most of the people who lived in the back alleys were people who lived day by day.

Of course, it was natural for them not to be very interested in the house they live in.

It is a place where people who are in a hurry to eat live live.

However, this mansion did not go well with the back alleys, and it seemed that a wealthy man could live in it, earning enough money to play and eat for a year by working for a day.

I don’t know if that’s why the mansion was surrounded by a large wall, and there was a big bodyguard with well-developed muscles standing in front of the gate to enter the mansion.

“The elder is waiting for you. Please go in.”

As soon as they saw the person wearing the black hood, unlike the others, they opened the door as if they were used to it.

As the guards opened the door, the black hooded entity entered the door without saying a word.

The bodyguards, who confirmed that the black hooded being had entered the door, closed the door and returned to their original security duties.

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An old man with white hair and a long beard was seated at a desk that appeared to be his own, holding his quill and reading his papers.

He read all the papers in his hand and then signed his name on the signature line with a quill in his other hand.

‘Franz del Clarence’.

That was the old man’s name.

He was called by the people in the back alleys as Old Clarence, and by those close to him as Mr. Franz, but in fact he had a different real name.

“I am here. Old Rampetto.”

It was ‘Rampleto’ that came out of the mouth of a being wearing a black hood deeply, which means ‘the wise man’ in the language of the natives living in this land.

However, he used the name Franz del Clorence externally, and very few people knew his real name.

So, this black hooded being who called Franz by the name of Rampetto was very familiar with him.

“Oh, Damran. Come on.”

Franz called Damran to the black hood who called out his real name.

“What happened again? Are you trying to recruit someone but not enough money?”

As if a man named Damran had visited this place often to recruit someone, the first thing that came out of Franz’s mouth was whether he was short of money.

“That’s not true, old man. Quite the contrary.”

“It’s the opposite… ….”

As soon as the black hooded man named Damran spoke the word “Opposition” Rather than recruiting, Franz sat quietly with his eyes closed and turned his chair to show his back to Damran.

This meant that Franz was not taking this lightly.

“Do you need help as ‘Franz’ or as ‘Rampetto’?”

“Both, sir.”

A man named Damran answered Franz’s question and said it was both.

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Franz, who rules the back alleys of this city, and ‘Rampleto’, which means ‘wise man’.

Franz lowered his head for a moment at Damran’s words that he needed the power of both names.

“To need the power of my two names… It must have been something so important that it would have a huge impact on El-Romed. Isn’t it?”

The word El-Romed came out of Franz’s mouth.

This meant that Franz was related to El-Romed.

“Yes. The person I have to rely on the elder’s help this time is the person who seems to be the biggest obstacle to achieving our El-Romed’s great wish.”

“He is the person who will be the biggest obstacle to achieving your long-cherished wish… ….”

Franz was lost in thought for a while at Damran’s words.

A man named Damran had been working hard for El-Romed until now.

He was currently active under the name of ‘Kameon’, an executive member of ‘Bless’, the student council of Noblesse Academy.

How many people would say that he would become a big obstacle in achieving El-Romed’s long-cherished wish?

“By any chance, the person you are trying to eliminate is a very strong person.”

Franz could draw one conclusion from this.

The confusion was that he was so strong that he couldn’t handle it alone.

The background could have been strong, or the original strength could have been strong.

So Franz implicitly asked Damran a question to ask how strong the opponent was.

“The wisdom of the elderly is always surprising. That’s right. He is a very strong man. It’s an opponent that I can’t do anything about alone.”

“Clutter. Anyone can easily predict that much after sitting here for a long time.”

After saying that, Franz straightened his posture again and looked at Damran.

“What help do you need?”

“I will sell a trap.”

“Who are you specifically trying to deal with?”

“I am the White Reaper.”

When asked by Franz, Damran said who she wanted to deal with.

Then Franz’s eyes widened and his face flushed red.

“You must have just said that you are the White Reaper, right?”

“Yes. Old Rampetto.”

At Franz’s question, Damran spoke confidently.

“It won’t hurt to chew on it! The time has finally come to get rid of him!”

Franz clenched his fist and slammed the desk hard, then looked at Damran in an excited tone and said.

“There were hundreds of comrades in our organization who died at the hands of the White Reaper. Most of the comrades who died at his hands had not even been recovered. As long as we can get rid of him, who can be said to be the biggest enemy of our organization, we can support him as much as he wants.”

It seems that Franz was very attached to the existence of the white god of death.

If only I could.

Franz was willing to give any amount of support if he could get rid of him.

“With the help of the elders and our comrades, I think we will be able to get rid of it.”

“Yes! It should! What do you need? If I can get you anything, I’ll get you anything from me.”

Franz was delighted with Damran’s confident words and said that he would deliver anything.

“First, let me tell you about the necessary things.”

Damran slowly began to explain to Franz what he needed, and Franz began to write down what he needed on paper with a quill pen.

Damran explained the plan he had made to Franz in detail, and Franz mobilized his knowledge to fill in the gaps in his plan.

The light in Franz’s room didn’t go out even the next morning.

Damran returned to Noble Academy about two days later.