According to the information obtained from the village chief of Karn Village, the fortress city of E-Rantel is the largest city nearby, densely populated, and a good place to gather information.
Today, several eye-catching guests arrived at the highest-class inn, "Gleaming Gold Hall."
Leading them was a noble young lady with shining golden hair; her beauty was beyond description, even comparable to the princess known as Gold. Even her tantrums were so elegant.
"Sebas, I want to go back to my room to rest. Take care of the rest of the matters."
"Yes, Miss." The old butler with completely white hair, like a gentleman, displayed a calm demeanor in his gestures, easily endearing himself to others.
Even so, the people in the restaurant were still drawn to the young man who came in last, around twenty years old, perhaps even younger.
Although he was wearing somewhat informal attire, no one thought he was a vulgar person like a mercenary; he should be a knight who had sworn allegiance.
His obsidian-like short hair was somewhat messily upturned, his skin was even fairer than ordinary people, especially those deep pupils, which had a sense of exotic mystery.
"Mr. Sebas, let's go shopping on the street later. After all, we'll be staying here for a while, and we can't neglect Miss.", the young man said with a smile.
The butler nodded, "We must serve Miss well and not disappoint the master."
Their voices were not soft, and with the previous guesses, everyone had some ideas about their origins.
The innkeeper naturally inquired about the origins of such distinguished guests, and soon learned that the group consisted of the daughter of a wealthy merchant from a certain city in the empire, along with her attending butler and knight.
Generous spending, a beautiful Miss, a perfect butler, and a handsome knight—such a combination indeed confirmed this claim.
But in a kingdom with somewhat chaotic security, having only one guard could hardly be considered safe.
Moreover, that handsome knight did not seem like someone who could fight; that kind of fair skin usually only appeared on pampered young masters, simply put, a silver spear with a wax head.
"Hmm?"
Walking to the alley at the street corner, Sig suddenly stopped.
Sebas, with a normal expression, felt a tightness in his heart and asked somewhat nervously, "What's wrong, Lord Sig?"
"Sebas, don't call me Lord Sig outside."
"How can this subordinate directly call Your name? This is an act of great disrespect."
Sig understood what these stubborn NPCs were worried about. Ordinary persuasion would hardly change their minds, so he then said, "Because you are Touch Me's child, I have specially allowed it."
"This… Is that really okay? Lord Sig… Lord…"
Although he had been granted permission, not adding an honorific felt too uneasy. Such special treatment should not have been given to anyone before.
Seeing Sebas's shocked and out-of-control expression, Sig felt a bit of a headache. Did he also have to take a pseudonym when disguising himself outside, like Fei Fei?
"Call me Ilay."
Sebas clapped his hands and cheered, "Oh, is that Lord Sig's pseudonym? It's very meaningful, and it's easy to pronounce."
"I guess."
Sig felt ashamed and wanted to hold his forehead. This was his former English name, casually chosen when receiving foreign clients. At the time, he only thought about not being too common, and three letters were easy to remember; as for the meaning, he really hadn't thought about it.
"Then Lord Ilay, what are we going to do next?" Sebas asked for instructions.
Sig really wanted to curse at this moment. Was there a difference between Lord Ilay and Lord Sig? Sebas was really too stubborn.
Sebas also had his own reasons. Lord Sig would one day reach the pinnacle of this world together with Lord Ainz and be sung by countless people, so his name naturally could not be casually called.
"Don't add 'Lord'; it's not conducive to disguise."
"I am very sorry!"
Feeling that if he didn't remind him, Sig felt that Sebas wouldn't understand his intention; he might just be pretending to call him Ilay in front of outsiders, and still call him Lord in private.
If that were the case, what was the point of him using a pseudonym?
"Alright, let's not talk about this for now. Let's find a groom first. Such dark alleys are the most suitable places."
Sebas looked towards the deep alley. A few meters ahead, there was a drunken man. He stroked his beard and said, "It is indeed a place where garbage is produced. Can I ask you to wait here for a while first?"
Sig walked ahead, his figure disappearing into the darkness, "Let's go together; perhaps there will be unexpected gains."
So that's how it is; it's a mission to gather information. Lord Sig is always so meticulous.
Sebas nodded shamefully; it was his lack of consideration.
At the edge of the slums, a scruffy man named Zack volunteered, "Two sirs, as long as you pay a little reward, you can hire me. I can do the groom's work very well."
After inquiring about the price, Sebas turned to look at Sig, "Um, Ilay, what do you think?"
"Hmm… It feels a bit unreliable." Sig showed a thoughtful expression, smiling very brightly, "If you can lick my feet, I might agree."
"Lick feet?"
A flash of humiliation crossed Zack's face, but it quickly turned into a flattering look.
"Sir, left foot or right foot?"
Sig showed a disgusted expression, which was very in line with the image of a young and vigorous young knight.
"Forget it; I'm afraid of getting my shoes dirty. If Miss agrees, you can stay."
"Yes, yes, I will definitely satisfy Miss!"
Zack was secretly delighted; this deal was done. These two people didn't look like ordinary people, and that Miss must not be ugly either.
If she was really beautiful, he could also play with women. Because of this desire, he was even more motivated.
Sebas saw all of this and felt his disgust for humans deepen. At times like this, he felt that his colleagues' ideas might really be right.
"Come with me; I'll take you to see Miss."
"Mr. Sebas, I suddenly remembered that there's something I haven't bought yet. You go back first.", Sig said with a smile, waving his hand.
Sebas was disrupted by the sudden change, but he didn't show it on the surface at all.
Lord Sig must have discovered something. With this thought in mind, he said seriously, "Go and come back quickly; don't forget your duty."
"Don't worry."
After Sebas left, Sig returned to his expressionless state. Playing the bad guy was still a bit unaccustomed, but it felt okay.
He saw someone he knew just now, and he felt that he couldn't just sit idly by.
A fleeting black-robed woman, and the clanging sound of metal colliding.
"Clementine the Quagoa."