Chapter 828 You Are a Laughing Stock

Adair's eyes are now gradually getting used to the darkness.

Adair looked up and down at the figure that suddenly popped out from the corner.

This figure is a petite girl with smooth black hair and golden eyes.

"First meeting, Lord Adair."

The golden-eyed girl gave Adair a Britannia Empire salute and introduced herself to Adair in fluent Hiran.

"My name is Vivian O'Brien."

"O'Brien?" Adair raised his eyebrows, "Are you from that 'genius family'?"

"It's an honor for you to know my family."

Adair is now gradually recovering from the panic just now.

Adair looked Vivian up and down with calm eyes.

"...How did you get in? What do you, a Britonian, do to me?"

"The spies of the Britannia Empire are very capable. They are best at sneaking into and helping others sneak into houses that are not well defended."

Vivian answered Adair in vague words how she sneaked into his house.

"As for what I, a Britonian, have to do with you..."

Speaking of this, a strange smile appeared on Vivian's face.

"Your Excellency Adair, weren't the words you used in the question you just asked too unfamiliar?"

"Aren't you a Britonian too?"

"nonsense!"

As soon as Vivian finished speaking, Adair yelled as if he was nervous:

"I'm not from Britannia! I'm from Hiram! I'm from Hiram!!"

"Really?" Vivian smiled and shrugged, "But the colleagues around you don't seem to regard you as a compatriot."

"Well..." Vivian's words made Adair speechless and gritted his teeth.

As if she was at home, Vivian walked to the small table next to Adair with a contented look on her face, pulled out another chair at the small round table, and sat down.

While sitting down on this chair, Vivian also placed the things she had been holding on to on the small round table.

The thing that Vivian had been holding in her hand just now was something wrapped in cloth. Because it was wrapped tightly, outsiders couldn't tell what was inside the cloth bag.

"Mr. Adair."

Vivian then spoke up.

"Your current life is really a failure."

"You were born and raised in the North Country. I have always considered myself a Hiran, but the people around you have never treated you as a compatriot."

"No matter how hard you try, no matter how you prove yourself, your colleagues still regard you as a Britonian and continue to exclude and discriminate against you."

"...Shut up..." Adair murmured with his head lowered.

"It's okay to be ostracized and discriminated against by my colleagues, but I didn't expect that even my wife would be snatched away."

"I got married a year ago and was robbed half a year ago. The happy marriage only lasted half a year."

"As a general in the Northern Kingdom, I have been working hard to defend the country, but in the end, my wife was taken away by the nobles of the country I was defending. It's really ironic when I think about it."

"You must have been desperate when your wife was snatched away by Duke Chishoval, right?"

"...Shut up." Adair's tone was higher than before.

The dagger in his hand also slowly tightened.

"Sir Adair, your current life is simply miserable.

"

"Sir Adair, to put it mildly, you are now a perfect laughing stock that can be used to adjust the atmosphere and create jokes and topics during small talk."

"……Shut up!"

Adair let out a loud roar.

He approached Vivian with a single stride, placed the dagger in his hand on Vivian's neck.

"I'm not the butt of a joke!"

Facing Adair who suddenly approached her and the sharp dagger on her neck, Vivian remained calm.

"You who only dare to point a dagger at a defenseless girl, how dare you say you are not a laughing stock?" Vivian asked in a calm tone.

"I……"

Vivian's words seemed to break Adair's entire body. The words in her mouth were like vines, locking all of Adair's joints.

Adair's body began to tremble slightly.

Finally, Adair let out a howl full of pain, threw away the dagger in his hand, and then fell to his knees, sobbing silently.

Vivian, who was sitting on the chair, looked down expressionlessly at Adair, who was kneeling on the ground in front of her and sobbing.

Vivian is waiting.

Waiting for Adair to calm down.

After crying for a while, Adair slowly stopped crying and calmed down.

After Adair's sobbing stopped, a small hand holding a handkerchief stretched out in front of his eyes.

"Please use it." Vivian said softly to Adair.

"...Thank you." Perhaps he was moved by Vivian's tenderness at this moment. Adair thanked Vivian softly and took the handkerchief handed by Vivian.

As Adair wiped the tears from his face, Vivian continued to say softly to Adair:

"Sir Adair, you must be very unwilling now, right?"

“No matter how hard I try, I can’t get the recognition of those around me.”

"Forced separation from wife."

"Sir Adair, you must feel very unwilling to accept your current situation, right?"

"..."Adair fell silent.

After a long while, Adair said in a deep voice:

"...Of course."

Adair gritted his teeth.

"Although I feel very unwilling, it's a pity that Sir Adair has no ability to take revenge."

"Whether it is to gain the recognition and respect of the people around you, or to take back your wife, Sir Adair, with your current strength, you can't do the above two things."

"But - we can lend you strength."

"That's why I came."

"Sir Adair, join the Britannia Empire."

Vivian's words made Adair's eyes widen.

"Join... the Britannia Empire?"

"That's right." Vivian smiled and nodded. "Although we can't help you gain recognition and respect from your colleagues, we can help you teach those who don't respect you a lesson."

"Not only that, we can also help you get your wife back, and we can also help you capture the Duke of Zishuval, so that you can deal with this person who has brought you shame."

"In addition to helping you get revenge, we can also give you a little 'small reward'."

After that, Vivian began to slowly untie the cloth bag she had just placed on the round table.

As the cloth bag was slowly untied, the things inside also revealed their true colors.

It was a pile of golden things.

The next moment after the cloth bag was untied, its golden light directly illuminated the dim house a little.

Its color, as well as the golden light it emits, all proudly announced its name to outsiders - gold.