Con-man instructions on how to live as a Noble

Silas continued studying the notebook and choosing his army. He only slept because Roland forced him.

Even then, he managed to close his eyes with the help of Ice-pick charm.

Sunlight landed on his eyelids and he let out a yawn, his cheek pressed against the wooden table.

For a brief moment, the light blinded him, forcing him to close his eyes. When the light faded, another yawn escaped from him.

Shifting his arm, he lifted up his head. He peeked over the room and saw Roland sitting on the floor. He was training his mental state.

He then turned his head to his bed and saw a succubus sleeping. Her clothes were loose and if he focused his attention onto it, he could see something holy from her.

But Silas didn’t follow and stood up, going to the bathroom. He unwrapped the bandage from his face and looked at his disfigured face, flesh molding. His nose was gone as well.

Every time he looked at his face, he felt a wave of disgust at himself.

He washed his face and used new bandages to warp around his face. After that, he went back to the table and started working again.

He had already chosen the army.

Kevin’s Eight fingers was the main group. They were smart soldiers and even smarter hunters.

The rest were from the underworld and a small percentage of the criminals. The commander for the army was Kevin.

He would give orders to the soldiers and trained them for war. While the head figure was Silas.

Roland opened his eyes and stood up.

"Need breakfast?"

Silas shook his head. "No need. We are going to leave the town in the afternoon. So prepare yourself. Summon Old Gin. I got something to discuss with him."

Roland nodded and left the room. Within a few minutes, Old Gin came.

Silas stared at the old butler and asked. "Are you loyal to me? Or does your loyalty exist in my family?"

Old Gin bowed. "My loyalty extended to you, sir."

Silas nodded with a smile. "How is Max’s training?"

"He has already finished all my lessons. Now, what he needs is experience." Old Gin spoke in a clear voice.

"I see. That will be difficult for him but I want him to manage an army. Do you think he can do that?"

"How big is the army sir?" For the first time, Old Gin asked him a question.

"Around 200. And he is not alone going to manage the army. He will be accompanied by four knights from me."

Old Gin nodded and began to think. After that, he gave his answer to Silas.

"I believe he can do that, sir."

"Good. Here." Silas extended his hand, giving Old Gin the paper.

"This is the guideline and money for the army. Give it to Max. You can leave and prepare for departure."

Old Gin bowed again and left the room.

Silas continued managing the paperwork with the sleeping Ice-pick.

He finished all the work he needed to do when the time reached 10 am sharp.

He looked at the final page. It was from Rin. She talked about how to send the book back.

Silas grabbed the book and walked to the middle of the room.

Ice-pick suddenly shook her body and woke up. She yawned in an unladylike manner, drooling from the side.

Silas smiled and ignored her. He extended his hand and chanted, while gathering mana into his palm.

According to Rin, he just needed to perform a small spell in order to summon her carrier.

After he finished the chant without the full knowledge, he sensed his mana scattered across. He observed the spell and frowned.

He couldn’t crack the crest behind the spell.

Immediately, a shadow appeared out of thin air and grabbed the book from his hand and vanished.

Silas stared at the process with widened eyes. He was genuinely impressed by this.

After sending the book back, Silas could finally relax.

’No. I can’t rest yet. I need to calculate my money.’ Silas dragged his body to the table and continued again.

Because there was no calculator, he had to work on numbers only using his brain. He could do that but the calculation cost too much brain power.

As the time of departure got closer, Silas fastened his work.

Knock! Knock!

A soft knock sounded across the room.

Ice-pick’s head peeked up from the bed and stared intensely at the door. Silas never saw her acting like this. He could feel malice from her gazes.

So before he answered, he focused more on his mana sense.

The mana signature never changed. It remained the same. The one who knocked was a very weak person. The mana level and energy level was so low that he doubted that person could do a serious attack to him even if he or she poured every inch of life force into the attack.

"Why are you reacting like this? Control your gaze, Ice-pick. Is that person an enemy?"

Ice-pick shook her head. "No, but I can’t feel anything from her."

"Her?"

"Yes, from the smell alone that person is a woman."

"And you can’t feel anything from her?" Silas muttered. Another reason he picked Ice-pick was because of her charm.

In order to charm the opponent, you need to know that person’s state of mind. And Ice-pick had the ability to faintly detect the mind’s inner workings.

Of course, it was not completely mind reading but she could feel a certain vibe from her.

"Yeah, nothing at all. I can’t feel hate, love, or even self loathe." When she said that, Ice-pick stared at him.

Silas avoided her gaze.

"Be careful. Every person with this kind of vibe is trouble."

Silas nodded and began to think who the person could be.

Another knock sounded, this time it was accompanied by a soft whisper.

The voice was so faint that he had to focus in order to understand.

"I am Isvendar Floen. I was sent by my family."

Silas frowned, emotions drained from his face and he continued working on the math.

"Come in." He said flatly. It had been a long time since he used this kind of cold voice.

The door slowly opened. Silas didn’t stare at her and focused on his work.

Ice-pick was staring at Isvendar intensely, reading her every movement.

Silas ignored them and poured his attention on his work.

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Isvendar was bowing on the floor. She prostrated herself before him, treating him like a king.

That puzzled him but he thought she was doing this to gain his sympathy. So he ignored her.

Ice-pick left when she got satisfied with staring at Isvendar.

He wrote down the numbers and carefully checked again. He checked for a few times and noted that he didn’t have enough money to support the army.

But the problem of money should be solved when he got the treasure in Palm Mountain.

That should be enough.

Yeah.

’I could also borrow money from the underworld but the interest rate is too much. Should I sell other information for quick cash?’

Silas shook his head inwardly. ’I should keep the rest to myself. Even the information about the Empire was too much.’

Silas closed the book and stared at the woman he was going to marry.

"How long are you going to stay like this?" Silas said.