Lord blessed by the elves

Chapter 125 Night
“I see…” Kruse nodded, but then his face fell. “But Your Majesty, I’m not safe here either. Someone wants to assassinate me. I can barely protect myself, let alone protect you.” He explained helplessly, hoping to make this gentleman back down, or at least make him feel a little threatened.

To everyone's surprise, upon hearing the word "assassination," Kyle's previously limp body jolted upright, a clear look of guilt flashing across its round face. It lowered its voice and cautiously asked:

"Um... do you know roughly... what level of strength the person who came to assassinate you is?"

After a moment's thought, combining his knowledge of this world with the resources Haynes might have access to, Kruze cautiously estimated, "At most... he's at the level of a Gold Knight, right? Hmm, if we compare that to the strength classification of magical beasts, he's roughly equivalent to the level of a high-level magical beast."

In this world, the strength of magical beasts is roughly divided into: low-level magical beasts, mid-level magical beasts, high-level magical beasts, top-level magical beasts, super magical beasts, and the legendary dragon beasts.

Normally, magical beasts with dragon bloodlines will automatically have their strength increased by one level.

For example, a low-level dragon-type magical beast can actually rival the combat power of an ordinary mid-level magical beast, and so on.

Dragon beasts, on the other hand, are beings comparable to true dragons. They typically evolve by successfully hunting and consuming the flesh and blood of dragons, standing at the top of the continent's food chain, and are extremely rare.

Kruze's assessment of "high-level magical beast/golden knight" was the limit of the power Baron Haynes could wield, a level that he himself was currently completely unable to contend with.

Upon hearing this answer, Panda Kyle visibly relaxed, slumping back down. He patted his fluffy chest with his paw, muttering to himself with a tone of relief mixed with a hint of bravado:
"Phew... You startled me. I thought it was some powerful character... a high-level magical beast? A golden knight? Hmph, if I were in my prime, I could eat several of these in one sitting!"

It paused, then, seemingly to save face, added, "However... although there's a slight inconvenience right now, dealing with this level of trouble is naturally no problem for me... cough cough! You can just focus on being my bait!"

However, its shifty eyes and somewhat unsure tone made it difficult for Kruse to fully believe it.

He finally understood that this Lord Kyle was currently just a "king of empty talk," and his actual strength was probably very little. At most, he might be only slightly stronger than an ordinary mid-level magical beast.
It seems unrealistic to expect it to wreak havoc everywhere, but perhaps... it could still be useful as an advanced early warning system or to scare the enemy at a crucial moment?
Kruse could only console himself with this thought.

In the dead of night, all was quiet, and the room on the top floor of the tavern was shrouded in darkness.

Kruze was fast asleep when he suddenly felt something furry and heavy rubbing against his chest. Then he heard Kyle's mental message, a mixture of wariness and strange excitement:
"Wake up, kid! Something's up! Someone's here!"

Kruze jolted awake, his drowsiness instantly vanishing. The assassin's warning made his heart clench, and he instinctively reached for the Tang sword on the bedside table. However, his wrist was gently pressed down by the panda Kyle's paw.

"Don't worry, it's not coming for you." Kyle's thoughts carried a strange tone as it pointed with its paw at the wooden wall separating the room from the next one. "It's going to find your old man."

Kruse was taken aback and looked at Kyle with a puzzled expression. Before he could ask any questions, he heard a clear, rhythmic clapping sound coming from his father Reyes' room next door.

Then, there were some subtle sounds that were deliberately suppressed but could still be heard through the not-so-thick wooden walls, sounds that evoked all sorts of thoughts.

Kruse's face turned green instantly.

Even with his lack of experience, he instantly understood what was happening next door. This wasn't an assassination attempt; this was... this was his father's secret rendezvous!

Meanwhile, the panda Kyle was pressing its round head and furry ears tightly against the wooden wall with a lewd expression, its eyes narrowed into slits beneath its dark circles, its mind filled with "professional" critique:

"Tsk tsk, listen to that noise... quite a collision! Full of rhythm!" It shook its head, analyzing in an old-fashioned manner, "Looks like they've been starving for a long time, like dry tinder ready to ignite!"

"Shut up! Go to sleep!" Kruse's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He grabbed the panda Kyle, who was still "eavesdropping," and shoved him back into the canvas backpack without saying a word. He then yanked the bag shut to block out the embarrassing voice and the guy's unreliable comments.

Kyle's dissatisfied "whimpering" and a few struggles came from the backpack, but they quickly subsided.

Kruse lay back down on the bed, pulled the covers over his head, but couldn't fall asleep again.

The intermittent noises coming from next door were like a demonic cacophony, making him so embarrassed he could dig his toes out of his three-bedroom apartment.

He finally realized what his father meant by his inexplicable words when he checked in: "You're older and more sensible, so I feel more at ease."

That wasn't a hint about safety at all; it was a way to make him stay silent about any potential "nighttime noises" and pretend he hadn't heard anything!
“That woman… is most likely Mrs. Winnie…” Kruse rolled his eyes in the darkness, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He felt embarrassed for his father, but also a little amused and exasperated.

It seems that the relationship between my father and this Mrs. Winnie is far more "deep" than it appears on the surface.

"Now that's it, I wonder what kind of expression that kid Rezal will have when he finds out..." Kruze thought helplessly, feeling that this trip to Campno City had been full of troubles, one after another, and he couldn't even get a good night's sleep.

"Mrs. Winnie, could she be the wife of some nobleman? What if we get exposed, Father..." Kruse thought of this and suddenly shook his head. The atmosphere here is not much different from that of nobles in medieval Europe. It is normal for couples to have their own affairs.

"Never mind, I'll just ask when I have time."

He forced himself to ignore the noise next door and began to silently plan what he needed to do tomorrow—to inquire about real estate information, familiarize himself with the city layout, and, more importantly, to remain vigilant and deal with any assassination attempt that might come at any time.

On this seemingly peaceful night, Kruse tossed and turned, feeling awkward, worried, and with a hint of planning for the future.

The "battle" in the next room doesn't seem to be going to end anytime soon.

(End of this chapter)