XXXIV. East Shore Professional Team

"The guests I have invited, don't cause trouble."

Earl coldly scolded.

"I'm worried these people are all bark and no bite, ruining the master's big plan."

The trusted retainer replied strongly.

With a smile but no words, Liszt observed the retainer who even wore his iron armor with a great sword by his side during meals. He was definitely the Earl's personal guard, and also an expert; qualifying as an honor-level adventurer wouldn't be an issue.

Everyone was having a pleasant conversation. Was this trusted retainer finding displeasure for no reason? Of course not—it must have been an instruction from the Earl, wanting to test the waters one last time to see if they're up to the task.

No need for any acting.