The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

After several hours of running, Desmond finally arrived at the gate of his house.

Finally ...

He then stopped to take a breath while looking at his house's main gate, which was guarded by two guards.

Deactivating the spell, Desmond's appearance shocked the guards as if they saw a ghost.

"Stay in your position," unconsciously one of the guards shouted, and they slowly approached Desmond.

Seeing his guard's behavior, Desmond nodded and then smirked. He dropped the bag he was carrying and took off his mask, which shocked the guards until their eyes popped out.

Meanwhile, Desmond walked past them and leaned at the gate pillar, ignoring the guard in a state of shock.

"Take the bag to the back of the house and get the carriage ready."

Hearing Desmond's voice, their consciousness returned.

"Yes, young master!"

One of the guards went to get the horse carriage, while the other guards seemed to be looking at Desmond curiously.

"Don't ask, don't speak, keep it normal."

Desmond didn't care what his subordinates thought. On the other hand, if they found out what he was doing, Desmond's life might be even more threatening.

Who knows if suddenly a guard from the kingdom or a hypnotist comes to his house like Grimm's case and immediately catches his subordinates to dig up information? 

Life is cruel, just like nails; if you stick out, you will be hammered out of sight. Likewise, Desmond's fate, if he was discovered, then all of his family would be investigated by Grimm and possibly sold to the Imperial Empire?

Hearing Desmond's reply, the guard looked disappointed but still answered him with high spirit.

"Yes, young master!"

He knew that their young master was indeed mysterious; if he insisted on inquiring or looking into this matter, it would mean he did not realize the favors for Desmond, who had provided him with food, lavish amenities, a salary, and a place to live.

…

After waiting for only a few minutes, it was seen the guard who had taken the horse carriage had arrived.

"Sorry for my delay, young master, because it's late at night, I will have trouble finding a coachman."

After hearing this, all of them indirectly saw the coachman sitting on the horse carriage sitting unsteadily.

"Eh ?!" feeling that his name was called, the coachman rubbed his eyes and regained his senses. " Sorry for the earlier, young master, let's go. " He smiled in a forced state.

Desmond, who saw this, became unsure of the coachman's mental state.

"I hope you don't disappoint me." Desmond then looked at the pouch carried by the guard who was talking to him. " Take the bag in. If it moves, just hit the pocket. "

Hearing this, all of them understood one thing.

Was the young master so attracted to any of the girls his age that he had to do something this low?

And their eyes immediately fixed on the bag that one of the guards was carrying.

If Desmond knew what they were thinking, he would probably slap them for thinking oddly, but this time he was so tired, how could he possibly care about such a small thing?

And sure enough, after their young master boarded, regardless of the bag the guards carried, there was a sound of groaning and movement from the pouch.

"Shit, I'm a sinner now, friend; let's do it together." The guard carrying the bag could not bear to do such a cruel thing, but he also did not dare to refuse his young master's orders.

"Cut the crap, this is the task the young master has given you; why should I ?" Even though the guard's friend said that, but he was grinning like he was happy about the suffering of his friend.

"Fuck you." The guard carrying the bag finally ignored his pure heart and hit it hard.

* pounch * * punch *

After several hits, then the pouch fell silent.

"Shit, I'm doomed, I'm doomed." The guard then threw the bag into the empty space at the back of the horse carriage.

After seeing his friend's suffering, the guard ordered the coachman to walk.

"Go."

As it was nighttime, the night fog enveloping the city coupled with the sound of a horse breathing made the atmosphere in Desmond's house spooky. 

Slowly the horse-drawn carriage disappeared into the fog, heading for Desmond's home.

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Meanwhile, Desmond, who was listening to all these conversations in the horse-drawn carriage, just acted indifferently. On his mind now, he only thought the money that would come in a few days.

In the next few minutes, while waiting for the horse-drawn carriage to go to his house, Desmond stared at the view of the grass in his home at night.

"It's beautiful."

Several fireflies suddenly glowed, making the meadow look very alive as if they were welcoming him.

"Even if the kingdom goes to war, nature will be the same. It was only because of the deeds of a living being that nature was destroyed. "

He enjoyed the winds against the direction, even if the famous night wind could make people catch a cold; for Desmond, who had become a 1st swordsman and qualified for 1st wizard, this was no longer a threat to him.

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After staring at the scenery for a long time, suddenly, the horse-drawn carriage stopped.

"Young master, we arrived."

Hearing this, Desmond closed the window and go out of the carriage.

"Ok, take the bag to the back yard of the house. If you see lots of pouches, just leave them alone; I'm doing something with those pouches. "

The coachman was sighed; not only did he have to get up in the middle of the night, but he also had to carry the bag that made him sweat. 

"Mmm .... for that ...." The coachman hesitated while sneaking a few glances at Desmond.

Desmond, who saw this, understood what he meant; after all, this coachman was not part of his "family" or "subordinate." He was only ordered by his guard to become a temporary coachman.

I will pay double, ask my servant tomorrow morning. I also warn you once again not to open the pouch you brought or the pouches in the backyard. "

He pressed his voice against his last words, frightening the coachman to the point of trembling.

"Yes,… young master."

The coachman then got out of the horse carriage, took the pouch on the back of the horse carriage, and finally headed to Desmond's house's back yard. 

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