The situation that arose had frayed the nerves of everyone except the fat man. Every step of the bodyguards was like the sounds of a journey embarking into the unknown.
"Sir, there is urgent news from the mansion!"
One of the servants of the Agustus house was shouting as if using his last strength while running breathlessly.
"Stop! Come here; if it's not something important, you will suffer the same punishment as the gladiator!"
After giving his order to the advancing unit, the pleasant smile on Quintus's face was wiped away at the speed of light when he took the news parchment. The blonde fat man, finishing reading the message, was running back and forth, looking around aimlessly, not knowing what to do.
"Prepare my vehicle, we are returning to the mansion immediately!"
While his bodyguards barely caught up with Quintus advancing towards the exit with running steps, Mikhael seemed to be looking for someone with his eyes. After a few glances, he found his target, and the new official made eye contact with the hulking orc shaking his head left and right meaning no.
Mikhael, the commander of the battalion coming from Nikonya, breathed a sigh of relief with his new boss's outburst. Turning towards the gladiators, he said, "I will forgive this impertinence just this once; if it happens again, you cannot blame me for being ruthless."
Today, a series of unbelievable events was happening at the gladiator school. The decision of the bodyguards' commander was the last point in absurdity. Actually, everyone was mistaken; this decision did not belong to the new official, he was implementing the orders of his chief Alyon.
Mikhael was the person interrogated to get information about the city from among the soldiers who attacked the tribe together with the bandits. Later, he became the leader of the captive soldiers and an honorable warrior of Alyon's tribe. When Nafız informed her student Kitapkurdu about the current situations, she knew that although the two noble families hired orc bodyguards, the Agustuses would definitely seek resources for humans.
Since their own city lord gathered experienced soldiers for his illegal formation, which was in bad shape, Nikonya, the nearest city, was the only option. Gulag responded positively to the request and, with Kitapkurdu's order, put Mikhael at the head of the unit to be sent.
Mikhael was not the only tribe warrior on duty in the new bodyguard unit. Most of the people who accepted Domuzkuyruk's offer in the tent that night were here. Even though they didn't want to show it, their eyes shone from the moment they saw their chiefs, and they barely restrained themselves from kneeling and saluting.
In the Agustus mansion, Athena, wailing with two servants attending to her where she fell, shouted frantically upon seeing her husband entering the room.
"Our son is gone, Quintus; someone kidnapped our son!"
After reading what was written on the parchment brought by the messenger, the man came to his house hoping it was a bad joke but faced the bitter truth upon seeing his wife's state. His servant, knocking on the door to wake his son in the morning, got no answer and conveyed the situation to the lady of the house after a few repetitions.
Thinking he was doing one of his usual spoilt acts, Athena entered the room and found the note left on the bed along with scattered items. The note said their son had a gambling debt and if they didn't give ten million gold with interest within two days, they would receive his corpse.
Husband and wife were devastated; the demanded amount wasn't something that could be found just like that. Even if they sold the properties in their hands, it was very difficult to collect this money in the required time. There was no need to even count that goods sold urgently went for almost half price.
"You rest here, my wife. I will find a way out of this!"
Leaving his house at lightning speed, Quintus's destination was clear; in this situation, he could only trust his childhood friends. First, he wanted to stop by Fernandez but learned from those in the mansion that they spent the night at the Partheni house together with the young master.
The new direction was clear. Friends who grew up all together, sometimes estranged and sometimes reconciled since childhood, would meet at Niko's house.
Nafız, moved from the small stone house to the main mansion, came to her senses with the first lights of the morning and saved the household from trouble.
When Marcos carried the female orc on his back out of the old house after she fainted at night, he was shocked by what happened to him. Everyone except the young girl carried by her father and Niko was tied up, and although they explained they had no fault regarding Nafız's condition, they were targeted by the deadly gazes of the orcs.
Nafız, putting an end to the situation as soon as she woke up, used Blood Supplement Pills, Mora's work, for the treatment of her exhausted state. These were medicines containing high-quality concentrated blood essence, and they brought Nafız to her senses in a short time. Their only downside was that they were in very small quantities in stock.
"Sir, the leader of House Agustus..."
"My friends, help me; I am in a very difficult situation!"
Quintus, entering before the servant finished his words, was in a ruined state like his words. He was speaking without caring that Marcos and Eftelya were in the same environment.
"Calm down, Quintus; come in, sit down! Marcos, Eftelya said she wanted to walk a bit in the garden!"
When Niko signaled the servant orc that he could leave with his hand, Fernandez also called out to his son to help his cousin.
"My son is missing. Epiphanes was kidnapped for ransom before the bodyguards arrived!"
Although there was no murder news last night, the son of a noble family had been kidnapped. The first thought that came to mind was that the mysterious serial killer was responsible for this job.
"That killer kidnapped my son. He wants money from me; he wants ten million gold within two days!"
Although the heads of the two families felt sorry for their friend's state, they knew what he said wasn't true. Not only was it not hard to guess, but they were almost as sure as their names that the killer was Nafız.
"Quintus, calm down! The serial killer kills his targets ruthlessly, but your son was kidnapped only for money!"
When Niko spoke to relieve his friend's heart, Quintus shook his head in disbelief.
"It seems the fat bobblehead won't stop until he's satisfied; don't tire your jaws in vain!"
After the speech of the female orc entering the large room as the door opened, Quintus jumped from where he sat and stood up. One of the last people he wanted to see in the situation he was in was approaching him laughing.
"What is happening, Niko? How can this slave enter the room!"
The gray-haired man wasn't surprised by his friend's reaction. He was about to find an excuse and explain, but the female orc had no intention of retreating.
Nafız, slightly bending her right leg, said after a chic curtsy, "I am the serial killer you blame for the kidnapping of your snotty son."
Although the heads of the two families guessed the identity of the killer, Quintus froze at what he heard.
"Believe me, I have nothing to do with your stupid son. Maybe if you asked the usurer he went to replace the money he lost gambling in the arena, you could get clearer answers."
As soon as the speech ended, the blonde man intervened furiously.
"The note left mentioned debt, but I never voiced it here. How can you know about this subject?"
When the other people in the room turned to him with questioning looks contrary to Quintus's harsh attitude, Nafız threw a thick notebook she took out of her interspatial ring at the fat man's face.
"I took this from the poor watchmaker who died two day-cycles ago. When I first asked, he definitely denied its existence, but after a while, he found it appropriate to trade in exchange for a quick death!"
When Quintus, catching the notebook coming towards him in the air, quickly flipped through the pages, he suddenly stopped when he came to the place where his son's debt was written. Even if the written figure wasn't as much as the demanded ransom, it was still enough to make one's jaw drop.
"If you are this surprised by this, I guess you would die of a heart attack if you knew what will happen in your house, fatty!"
While everyone, especially Quintus, was trying to understand what she meant, the female orc continued her speech calmly.
"In a short while, there will be a very important guest in your house. My guess is that they will talk with your wife about matters you also need to hear!"