Flillian, I want to live.

"Compared to these, where is Fearon? Why isn't she here?"

After feeling proud, Hugh Tark noticed that although he had prepared his birthday present, the birthday boy was not in the stable of the inn where everyone was staying.

"She went to do the laundry. She should be back soon, right?"

Fulilian raised her head and looked at Xiu Turk.

"Yeah, but she took an unexpectedly long time to shower today, didn't she?"

Gutel nodded, then looked at the door with some confusion. Although he didn't pay much attention to it before, now he thought about it, based on Philen's previous efficiency in doing housework, he should have finished washing the clothes and come back by now.

"Maybe she went to find you, Hugh Tark. Maybe our eldest daughter is now looking for her unfaithful man with a rage."

Zain puffed up his cheeks, imitating the sulking look of Chufirlen, and teased Hugh Tark.

"Huh? Is that true? Then I'll go find her now!"

Frightened by Zain’s speculation, Xu Tark broke out in a cold sweat and quickly turned around, ready to take the initiative to find Philen.

However, before Hugh Tark could leave, the door of the stable was suddenly pushed open by someone with brute force.

Appearing in front of the gate was a middle-aged man with red hair and red eyes like Xiu Tark. He was wearing a gorgeous military uniform and was tall and strong. Although he was old, it was still obvious that he was once an outstanding warrior.

"Wilt, there are limits to willfulness."

The man, who had a black eye patch on one eye due to an injury, stared at the stunned Hugh Tark with his remaining left eye, strode forward, and spoke in a deep voice.

"What do you mean by that attire?"

Chapter 151 He Gave Too Much

"What do you mean by that? What's the matter with my outfit... Who are you anyway, uncle?"

After recovering from his initial surprise, Xutark lowered his head to look at his usual attire and asked the man in front of him in confusion.

"Are you still playing dumb with me, Wilt?"

The man in front of him was obviously very dissatisfied with Hugh Tark's reaction. He frowned and asked in a scolding tone.

"Please wait a moment, Lord Alden."

Just when the conversation between the two was getting tense, a white-haired old man who followed the red-haired man into the stable interrupted their conversation. Wearing a butler's uniform and with humble manners, he walked to Hugh Tark after getting the man's eye permission.

"Hmm, he seems to be a bit more muscular than I imagined, but his skin is a lot rougher, though most people wouldn't be able to tell the difference..."

The old man named Gabel was a close confidant of the Olden family who had served them for generations. Since the birth of the eldest son of the current Earl of Olden, Wilt, he had been responsible for the care and education of Wilt. So in a sense, he was more familiar with Wilt than his biological father, Lord Olden.

"And I just noticed it."

After looking at Hugh Turk for a while, Gabel finally focused his gaze on Hugh Turk's forehead.

"Eh? What are you doing? I don't understand..."

On the other side, Hugh Turk was obviously still confused.

"This scar," Gabel reached out and lifted up Hugh Tark's bangs, revealing the scar he had gotten from his argument with Aize. "Sir Alden, I think you should understand after seeing this."

"Well, it's true. Wilt has never suffered such an injury."

Lord Alden nodded. Although the young man in front of him looked almost exactly like his eldest son, Wilt, the striking scar on Hugh Tark's head could clearly distinguish the two.

"Wait a minute, so you've got the wrong person? If I'm not mistaken, you're Lord Olden, the lord of the fortress city of Frisch, right?"

Zain, who was smooth in dealing with things, was the first to understand the current situation. He stood up and tried to smooth over the awkward atmosphere.

"it's me."

Lord Alden replied briefly, not shying away from his identity, but also not paying much attention to Zain’s feelings.

"Anyway, come with us first."

Lord Alden stepped forward, placed his hand on Hewtark's shoulder, and spoke to him in a commanding tone.

"Can……"

Hugh Turk raised his head and wanted to argue.

"What? What's the problem?"

However, when Xutark and Lord Alden looked at each other, his heart tightened and he couldn't say anything.

"Yes……"

This is not to say that Hugh Turk is too timid to refuse the unreasonable requests of strangers.

But Xu Turk inexplicably felt the shadow of his late father in the man in front of him.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're really causing us trouble, Mr. Olden."

However, at this moment, a ruffian voice appeared behind Hugh Turk.

Guter placed his hand on the back of Sir Olden's hand on Hugh Tark's shoulder and retorted with a hostile tone.

"Who are you?"

Lord Alden tilted his head, squinting at Gutel who was speaking up for Hugh Tark, and asked disdainfully.

"Shuttark is our vanguard and my younger brother. We are not your subjects, but merely adventurers passing through. I don't recall any law allowing nobles to arbitrarily order adventurers around, Lord Olden."

Guter stared at the arrogant red-haired man in front of him. Although he had taken the initiative to intimidate Hugh Tark with his aura, Guter did not buy into the human's use of power to oppress others. Moreover, fundamentally speaking, as an adventurer, Hugh Tark had no obligation to cooperate with Count Olden.

"Really? Who told you I was bossing him around?"

However, Lord Olden simply gave Gutel a cold look, and then shifted his gaze back to Hugh Tark.

"What's your name, young man?"

"Hugh Tark..."

In response to Lord Alden's question, Hugh Tark replied somewhat awkwardly.

"Anyway, I'm talking to you now, Hugh Turk, I'm talking to you, do you understand?"

Lord Alden stared at Hugh Tark and spoke in an emphatically voice.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!"

Guter shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Xiu Turk, do I need your mother's permission to talk to you?"

However, Lord Olden shut Guter up with just one sentence.

"No, don't argue... Anyway, can you tell me what you want me to do?"

Hugh Tark raised his hands and said in a compromising tone.

"..."

Lord Alden looked at Hugh Tark and let out a breath.

"I have something I'd like to ask you to do, but I can't explain the details here. Don't worry, Hugh Tark, I won't use you for nothing. As long as the task is completed, I will pay you accordingly."

Lord Alden said this in a sincere tone.

"How boring! Instead of this kind of commission, shouldn't we go find Philen first?"

Furlian turned her eyes away from the magic book. Having listened to the conversation between several people, she quickly made a judgment based on the situation. She already had a grudge against Lord Alden's grandfather and didn't want to get involved in his troubles at all.

"Phiren... the Philen you're talking about, is that the girl with purple hair?"

However, when Fulilian mentioned Philen's name, Lord Alden seemed to remember something and spoke thoughtfully.

"Huh? Have you seen Fearon?"

Hugh Tark hurriedly asked.

"I just heard from my men that he met a girl who looked very similar to the shop owner's daughter at the well. Is there really such a coincidence in the world?"

Lord Alden said this while looking at Hugh Tark, who was almost a replica of his son.

"Eh? Looks like the owner's daughter?"

Hugh Tark tilted his overloaded head and said.

"Anyway, if you want to know the details, follow me."

Lord Alden turned around. Judging from Hugh Tark's behavior, he was convinced that he would go with him for the girl named Philen.

"Give me a moment!"

However, Guter suddenly called out to Sir Olden in a hoarse voice.

"You don't really think you're Hugh Turk's mother, do you?"

Lord Alden turned around and said to Gutel mockingly.

"I have one last question."

Gutel stared at Lord Alden intently.

"explain."

Lord Alden replied coldly.

"Where's the reward?"

Gutel asked in a deep voice.

"Ten Shtral gold coins, please."

Lord Alden smiled and made the offer.

"make a deal!"

Guter grinned and gave a thumbs up to Hugh Turk, who was sold for a good price.

Chapter 152: Arranged Marriage is Not Advisable

Sitting down in the hotel room, Lord Alden clapped his hands.

"Call the kid in."

Following Lord Alden's orders, the old butler Gabel turned around, opened the door to the room, and led in a purple-haired girl who looked very embarrassed.

"Phelan?"

Hugh Tark, who was originally sitting on the bed, stood up suddenly. At first glance, the girl that Gabel was holding hands with looked very similar to Philen.

"No, she's not Philen."

However, unlike the rough-looking Hughtark, Gutel, after taking a closer look at the other party, soon discovered that the purple-haired girl in front of him was not Philen.

"indeed."

Fulilian also nodded, agreeing with Gutel's judgment.

"Yeah, that's true..."

And after Hugh Tark exchanged glances with the girl brought by Gabel, he showed a look of realization.

"If it were Philen, he would definitely look at me with disgust, like a bug..."

Hugh Turk explained confidently.

"This girl is the daughter of the innkeeper," Lord Alden began, introducing the girl who bore a striking resemblance to Phelan. "If I'm not mistaken, Wilt might have confused her with the girl he mentioned to you, Phelan."

Just as Lord Alden was stating his guess to a few people, Philen had already been dragged a long distance by "Hugh Tark".

"Lord Xiutalk, where exactly do you want to take me?"

After the initial shock and surprise passed, Philen came to her senses and stopped, asking "Xiutark" who had dragged her away without saying anything.

"Hugh Tark? Who is that? Since you showed up there, doesn't that mean you agree to be with me..."

The red-haired boy who was being held by Philen turned around and looked at Philen with puzzled eyes, and then...

"Huh? Who are you?"

Because it was dark and he was nervous, Werther didn't look at Philen carefully.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"

Philen shook off Welter's hand in disgust and asked back with an unhappy look on his face.