Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 4

Naeva immediately gave the code to take Marc away. The two of them immediately turned around and hurried away.

"Hey! Wait up!" call the Soldier.

Naeva and Marc did not look at all.

"Ah, stop! You've made them mad," annoyed the man to his friend.

Naeva continues to move on with Marc. This time Marc did not follow from behind, he wanted to be on Naeva's side if something happened.

Apparently, some other soldiers also seemed to be combing every corner of the market.

Naeva immediately pulled Marc into a booth and snacks. Incidentally, he and Marc also need energy to travel home quite far.

The aroma of toast and cinnamon immediately smelled as soon as they entered the stall.

"M'mselle, what do you want to eat? Let me order it" asked Marc Gentle.

"I want bread with cinnamon sprinkles, Marc. I'll be waiting for you at the right-hand corner table over there" point him at the no-man's desk.

"Well, M'mselle."

As soon as she reached the empty table, Naeva dropped her body on the chair. Tired of feeling after shopping.

"Do you guys know? Two weeks ago, I witnessed the most devastating gamble ever!" A neatly dressed customer who seemed to be drunk suddenly snatched out in a loud voice.

Naeva looked at her for a moment and then saw Marc walking towards her.

"Famous nobles gather to complain of luck. I like to see that Young Master! Lord Abellard!! He defeated all the nobles," he rattled the man again.

Naeva's body stiffened again hearing the name. Why does everyone have to talk about these unimportant men?

Meanwhile, Marc, immediately sat in front of Naeva with a worried look.

"Even that night he won a pretty girl. Haha... It was fortunate that Young Master. I saw the picture myself. That girl is so pretty. And I know exactly, two days ago he went to pick up the treasure."

Now Naeva's body is completely frozen. The fat man was found to know the events of his father's gambling with Abellard.

"Excusez moi mesdames and messieurs!" (Excuse me Ladies and gentlemen)

The drunk man's words instantly came to a halt, as a loud and resolute voice jolted every customer of the booth.

In the doorway of the booth stood a few soldiers with sharp gazes combing through the entire room.

"We ask for your time to answer our question about a missing count!"

Naeva's heart stopped beating!

"Great!!" whispered to Marc.

Naeva's face looked pale. What if the drunk guy is interrogated?

"Everything does not move from your seat. So that everyone can ask!" The soldier's voice was heard again.

"What's really going on?"

"Which noble?"

"Lost why? Kidnapped?"

Various questions were heard from the whispers of the shop customers.

The 3 soldiers began to ask the customer who was sitting in the front seat. While the drunk man sat in the middle and Naeva with Marc in the back corner.

"Will those who find him get the money?" ask the man who is being interrogated.

"Is there money in the brains of little people like you?!" One of the soldiers asked in a snapping tone. "For the moment there is no reward. But if you are found to have deliberately kidnapped Mr. Abellard, then the death penalty will be immediately obtained!!" emphatically.

Naeva was caught hearing the threat.

Ah, the unfortunate luck still loves him. No wind no rain, the man came alone to his castle. And now if it is discovered that the man is in his castle, of course he will be accused of deliberately holding Abellard. Moreover, he had given the man a false name.

"It seems that my life is not long" he lamented inwardly.

The soldier started to move to the middle table.

Naeva's heart is racing. His breath was stifled with eyes constantly watching the three men in uniform. Only two more customers, then the drunk men will get a turn.

"Mademoiselle" whispered Marc.

Naeva turned to look at Marc.

"We have to get that man out of here!"

The girl immediately agreed.

The two then rise up to the table of the fat man who still continues to chug his drink.

They had to expend a lot of energy to drag that huge body out.

"Born, Oncle! (Uncle) Drink enough. There's been a serious interrogation here. We'll take you home" Naeva deliberately tightened her voice.

The three soldiers turned to Naeva.

"Merci, Monsieur... This uncle is drunk. We're worried he's going to mess up this interrogation process, so let us take him out" he said in dismay.

The mustachioed warrior watched Naeva and the drunk man for a moment. His eyes stared intently. As if looking for awkwardness in a beautiful woman who suddenly offers to help.

"Good, Monsieur!" Naeva quickly nodded.

Marc immediately grabbed the round arm of the drunk man and lifted him up.

THE PLAQUE!

Marc's hand was pushed hard.

But the handsome young man with gray eyes was neither complaining nor complaining. He raised his hand to save his lady.

Naeva herself raised her other hand over her shoulder. The smell of alcohol instantly emitted from the round face of the man.

At the exit of the booze, Naeva began to pant. But he must stay strong until he can rid a drunk man of a soldier's interrogation.

"Let me lift it myself, M'mselle. You just follow" said Marc, seeing Naeva fatigued.

"No, Marc. I'm still strong."

Their footsteps continued down the dusty road flanked by rows of outlets.

Until then they found an old outlet that seems no longer used as a trading stall by the owner.

"We'll just take it inside the booth, Marc!"

Marc agreed.

The young man opened the door with one hand. Then sat the fat body of the drunk man on a worn bench near the wall of the booth.

"Yes, God! My shoulder felt broken." sizzled Naeva after the weight of the big hand slipped off her shoulder. He rubbed his shoulders which became numb.

"Let's go, Marc! This man will come out on his own after coming to his senses."

Marc nodded.

"We better get home soon, M'mselle," Marc suggested with a worried face.

"Yes, we're going straight home."

The girl took a deep breath. Oxygen in his lungs seemed to be drained due to fatigue and tension.

His slender body then turned around to come out.

A TAP!

Suddenly Naeva's hand felt pulled by someone.

The girl looked over. Turns out his hand was pulled by a drunk man. The man's head no longer drooped on the stone wall of the stall. He looked at Naeva with his red eyes.

"I know this woman! Beautiful attractive face. It is this sparkling and clever eyeball .. yes, it is this eyeball that Monsieur Count Abellard admired! I watched him," said the man in a voice lurking from drunkenness. "I've always looked at him" he repeated.

Naeva immediately lowered her face and brushed off the hand that was holding her arm.

"Wait a minute, don't hurry.." intercept the man. "Do you know, hm? The old man ... accidentally put his daughter's photo among the pile of money on the betting table." A cynical smile appeared on his thin lips.

"Seeing the photo, Monsieur Abellard immediately came into play. Though all this time he will not play with a little betting money, especially with an old noble who was wasted, hahaha ...." The man laughed disdainfully.

While Naeva was glued with clenched hands and tightly clenched lips. His face was now raised defiantly, with eyes blasting sharply at the face of the fat man.

But it seemed like the drunk man still wanted to continue his story.

"Monsieur Abellard had many beautiful mistresses, aduhai bodies with jewelry that filled their molecular bodies. But it looks like he found a new toy ...."

Buk up!

A huge blow was thrown by Marc into the man's face. Until his head fell back and became unconscious.

His fat cheeks looked red from Marc's raw bogem.

Naeva jerked the fat hand from her arm.

Her memory now rests on the man she helped last night. Count Abellard, who was called Casanova by the people, was also a cunning brained man.

Naeva's day was really hot to hear it. How dare those dirty people want themselves as toys.

Naeva knew very well how the nobles lived in the great city of Marseille. Married men still have another woman as their desire. And so do their wives. Dressing gracefully with jewelry that filled the body, they looked like respectable and holy women. But secretly all scramble to have an affair with young and handsome men.

Naeva tightened her jaw with a furious heart, until her teeth twitched.

"M'mselle," call Marc slowly. "Let's ..." Marc's words were cut off when his ears heard something.

Tap tap tap.

The sound of footsteps of someone who stepped slowly in front of the booth.

Naeva and Marc were glued and unmoved.

The footsteps stopped right in front of the door.

Naeva's heart stopped beating. His eyes were round towards the door that was 4 steps away from them and unlocked.

What if the Soldiers found them in the booth with this drunk man who had passed out? Moreover, the mark of Marc's punch was visible on the man's face.

Chequek!

The door opened, and someone pushed it from the outside slowly.