Rosie's Games

Chapter 149: A Duke's Plight 4

"What is this?" Rosalind stared at the box that the Duke handed her. It was large and heavy and reminded her of a pillow as it was made of velvety materials. They just finished making the two noblemen angry, and now they were about to eat their breakfast. Fighting against the wolves took hours and they were hungry.

It was already past nine in the morning and everyone was cleaning up, trying to remove as many dead wolves as they could before the darkness would once again envelop the area.

"A gift."

"Why are you giving me a gift?" Was it because he was happy? His conversation with those two noblemen had a productive result. After all, both agreed to some of his conditions. Suffice it to say, the Duke got everything that he wanted, and those two men just nodded their heads until one of them fainted from too much anger.

Seeing this, Duke Lucas only laughed, called for the physicians, and then left the room with Rosalind and Denys. The moment they walked out of the small building where all the injured soldiers were staying, the man handed her this box.

"You can sell it or keep it."

Rosalind opened the box and was surprised to see that it was the grey horn of the Wolf King.

"This is Why are you giving me something so valuable?"

He stopped walking then reached out and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"You are in need of money aren't you?"

"Ha?" Embarrassment flooded her veins. "I I just well, I don't see anything wrong with needing money." She did not know what to say.

"There is none, but isn't it a husband's task to be supportive of the things that his wife loves to do?"

Rosalind cleared her throat. What husband? What wife? She started coughing before she looked around. Luckily, Denys had maintained a good distance away from them, although, she was certain that the man could still hear them. The look on Denys' face said it all.

"You see, this is going to be my first marriage so I started reading books," Duke Lucas explained.

"Books?" What is he talking about?

"The Count gave me a few."

"Count Lytton?" Count Lytton was General Lytton's brother and also Lieutenant Fraunces' father. She met the old man after she was saved by the Duke.

"It is customary to learn those things," the Duke answered. "Isn't that something that the men in the South learn when they marry someone?"

"They do learn those things, but I did not expect that people from the North to do that as as men in the North take many wives."

"Ah"

Rosalind did not know what to say.

"Thank you," she murmured. First, she was going to keep the gift and so she immediately put it in her spatial bag. A Demonic Wolf King's horn or crown was very valuable when it was sold on the black market. She could even sell this to the auction house and was confident that she could earn at least five hundred thousand gold. However, she was not planning to do that.

She was going to make a weapon out of the horn, or to be more specific, a dagger. Something that she could easily carry when she was outside.

Something that she could use to defend herself.

She lifted her gaze and was surprised to see the man giving her a bemused smile. What was so funny?

"Let us go back to the inn I am starving," he said.

The two of them continued walking in silence until they finally arrived at the inn where everyone else was waiting for them. The night had been very eventful, and everyone had to stay awake, ready to leave once the Duke instructed them to.

"We will be leaving tomorrow," the Duke told everyone. "Get some rest." He then looked at Rosalind and gestured for her to follow him.

To his room.

...........

**BANG**

**CRASH**

The sound of things being thrown against the walls echoed through the building. Pieces of shattered glass glinted on the carpeted floor.

"Your Grace, calm down" Clinton said as he tried to remove another vase from his father's hands. "There are people outside." They were currently staying in the head of Toorin's house as Duke Moller needed a day or two before he could travel again. "Father, please "

"Please?" Duke Moller was considerably shorter than Clinton's six-foot frame, but, in front of him, Clinton looked like a coward dog with his tail tucked between his legs. "You you coward! I raised you to be smarter than this! How could you come here and provoke that man!? Look at you! Look at you! You You are going to become his slave! You You "

**CRASH**

"Did you really want to kill me? Is that it? Do you want to see me die from your wrongdoings!?"

"Father, this is not the time or the place for this. Please."

"Please what? Please what!?" Duke Moller found a book and threw it towards his son's face. Clinton just stood there and let the book hit him. "You that man clearly lured you here, just like how he lured those wolves, and yet you you fell for it like a child! You are too stupid! Stupid!"

"Father "

"You Why don't you just kill yourself!? It would be better than being one of that man's soldiers! You not only tarnished my name, but you are also an embarrassment! An embarrassment! Do you hear me!? I am embarrassed to be called your father!"

Clinton said nothing. He let the Duke hit him again and again until he finally stopped. The Duke started drinking some whiskey that the head of Toorin provided them.

"You will be the death of me!" Duke Moller said. "What were you thinking signing a contract like that? That is a blood-bound contract! Don't you know what that means?"

"I just wanted them to save you."

"I needed to be saved?! My people could take care of it! They were going to sacrifice their lives to get me into the barrier! Do you hear me? I paid them to sacrifice their lives to save mine! And yet you "

"There is no use in talking about this," Baron Teri finally spoke. "We should talk about the Duke's demand instead. He is clearly abusing his power, are we just going to let him do it?"