"You, who are you?" The nobleman, known as Helu, curled up in the corner and looked at the man in front of him in horror.

In any case, he couldn't think of how the other party ran in through layers of guards.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I just want to borrow some lamb from you. Presumably Lord Helu should not be stingy." Jackson smiled around her mouth, as if she didn't see the frightened expression on each other's faces at all.

Hearing that he had come to borrow ...