Reborn As Noble - Chapter 337

Chapter 337: A Dwarf, a Wyvern, and a Bottle ( 337 )
Before King Edmund could even respond—

Murigen suddenly pointed at the royal table.

“Oh! And Majesty!”

He grinned wildly, his massive hand gesturing toward a bottle.

“I’ma take that bottle of liquor!”

The king’s eyes narrowed.

“And those royal wyverns! Thank ye!”

“WAIT, WHAT?!” King Edmund shot up from his throne.

But before he could say anything—

Murigen BOLTED OUT.

The royal guards were too stunned to react.

The advisors were speechless.

General Gilmon facepalmed hard.

And King Edmund—

“MURIGEN—!!”

His shout echoed through the palace.

But the giant dwarf was already gone.

With a bottle of royal liquor…

And on his way to steal a damn wyvern.

From outside the palace, a loud voice boomed.

“DON’T WORRY, MAJESTY! I WON’T TAKE LEAVE FOR LONG!”

King Edmund stormed toward the balcony, his eyes twitching with frustration.

The royal advisors and General Gilmon followed, looking just as frustrated.

When they looked down—

They saw Murigen already mounting a royal wyvern, the liquor bottle dangling from his belt.

The wyvern growled, but Murigen patted its neck confidently.

He grinned up at the furious king.

“AND BY THE WAY—”

His booming voice carried across the palace walls.

“I’LL SEND YER REGARDS TO YER OLD FRIEND, YAH?!”

The wyvern took off.

King Edmund rubbed his temples.

That damn dwarf…

General Gilmon sighed. “…Should we send someone after him?”

The king just waved a hand tiredly.

“No. He’ll be back soon.”

And just like that—

Murigen was gone.

Off to Armand.

With a stolen royal wyvern…

And a bottle of the kingdom’s finest liquor.

As the royal wyvern soared through the skies, Murigen let out a loud, booming laugh.

“BAHAHAHAHA! CAN’T WAIT T’ SEE RASDINGEN AN’ PUNCH ‘IM RIGHT IN ‘IS UGLY BEARD-FACE!”

Murigen just grinned, taking a deep swig from the stolen liquor bottle.

“OI! RASDINGEN, YE LITTLE SHITE! YE BEST PREPARE YER FACE FER ME FIST! BAHAAHAHA!”

The winds howled around him, but Murigen didn’t care.

Because soon—

He’d be in Armand.

And his little brother was about to get one hell of a surprise.

Meanwhile, in Armand Estate…

Rasdingen stretched his arms and smiled wide, showing off his thick beard.

“M’LORD! I WANNA DRINK MORE LIQUOR!”

For a moment, everyone in the room was quiet.

Garius, still sitting at the table, sighed and rubbed his head.

This dwarf never changes.

“Just go to the wine cellar and take what you want.”

But Rasdingen frowned and shook his head.

“NAH, NAH! NOT THAT ONE, M’LORD!”

“THAT WINE BE ONLY FER KIDS! IMA WANT STRONG LIQUOR!”

The room fell silent again.

Francesca giggled softly, covering her mouth.

Hesbeirn clicked his tongue.

Erinnette sipped her tea, not bothered at all.

And Garius?

He sighed again, even deeper this time.

Because dealing with this giant dwarves was tiring.

Rasdingen stormed out of the meeting room, his heavy boots making loud noises on the stone floors.

He didn’t hesitate and went straight to the storage cellar.

As soon as he got to the entrance—

He kicked the doors open with a loud BANG!

The storage caretaker hardly reacted.

He just let out a long, tired sigh.

Even the guards nearby didn’t try to stop him.

They looked at each other but quickly looked away.

Because at this point—

This was normal.

This big dwarf did this every time.

Rasdingen walked in, looking at the shelves like a hunter looking for food.

Then, in his thick dwarf voice, he shouted—

“OI! WHERE’S THA’ LIQUOR?!”

The storage staff sighed again without turning around.

Without saying anything, he lazily raised his hand and pointed to the back.

Because really—

Why bother?

Even the lord of the Region, Garius himself, didn’t say a word.

“IMA TAKE THIS ONE, THIS ONE, AN’ THAT ONE! BAHAAHAHA!”

The storage staff didn’t react.

Without hesitation, one of them picked up a ledger and wrote down everything Rasdingen took.

No arguments.

No complaints.

Just a quiet acceptance.

Because this was normal.

Rasdingen swung the bottles over his shoulder, balancing them perfectly.

With a proud look, he strutted out of the cellar like he had just won a big prize.

He enjoyed the “loot” he had taken.

And the staff?

They sighed again.

“…As usual.”

Meanwhile—

Giddie had just come back from the forest.

And behind him..

A huge group of wild Pekko birds.

All “willingly” following him.

Among them were Alf, Erinnette, and Hesbeirn Pekko.

They marched in line, as if following orders.

“Cuquawwwked!”

The wild Pekko group replied quickly, their heads moving up and down like they were saying—

“Yes, boss!”

But then—

Giddie suddenly turned and saw Rasdingen walking by—

Carrying a lot of liquor.

“Cuquawwwk!”

Rasdingen jumped a little, surprised.

“DAMN YE, YE GOLD FEATHERED DEMON! DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!”

Giddie stared at him.

Unblinking.

Judging.

Rasdingen gulped.

“This damn big bird…”

Then he noticed the big group of wild Pekko behind Giddie.

Rasdingen raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Ye bringin’ more to yer flock, eh?”

Giddie puffed up his chest with pride.

Rasdingen shook his head.

He waved a hand, trying to shoo Giddie away while keeping his liquor bottles balanced.

“Shoo, shoo! Go t’ yer lord, eh?! I’ma busy ‘ere!”

“Cuquawwwk!”

Giddie stayed right where he was, still staring.

Rasdingen frowned, narrowing his eyes at the golden Pekko.

“Bah! Yer lucky ye be M’lord’s bird! If not, I’d be roastin’ yer fat feathery arse fer dinner—”

“Cuquawwwk?”

Giddie tilted his head slightly.

His sharp eyes fixed on Rasdingen, showing suspicion.

Rasdingen froze.

Then quickly coughed into his fist.

“Ahh… Nothin’.”

Giddie didn’t move.

He just gave Rasdingen a long, slow, judgmental stare.

Meanwhile, at the Border Wall…

The guards patrolling the Armand border wall suddenly froze.

One of them squinted into the distance.

“Oi… is that a wyvern?”

Another guard turned quickly, looking confused.

“Huh? A single wyvern?”

That was unusual.

Most wyverns traveled in groups, and if it was a messenger, they usually carried banners.

The guards quickly called for their captain.

In moments, the Border Captain arrived, holding his mana binoculars.

He lifted them to his eyes and focused on the approaching creature.

“Ah. The royal wyvern.”

“Wait, why would the royal family send someone alone?” one soldier asked.

A deep, loud laughter echoed from above.

And there was mumbling.

Very loud mumbling.

The words blended together, hard to understand—

But filled with excitement and confidence.

“BAHAHAHAHA! RASDINGEN, YE WEE SHITE, YE BEST BE READY FER ME FIST! BWAHAHAHA!”

The soldiers looked at their captain.

The captain looked back at them.

Then, rubbing his temples, he sighed again.

“Just let the wyvern pass.”

One of the guards hesitated. “Shouldn’t we at least—”

The captain interrupted him.

“And contact the main estate. Tell them they have loud company incoming.”

( End of Chapter )