Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World-Chapter 264: Arrival in the Duchy of Crawford

Abel also smiled bitterly at the sight, which was different from what he had imagined.

Romance, my ass.

What was this? It was almost like a flea market.

The villa he had received from Count Schultz was just one of many mansions in the area.

Of course, it wasn't too crowded.

It was just a little different from the image that came to mind when thinking of Crawford.

The houses located along the lake were built quite a distance apart.

"Still, it's not like it has no charm at all."

"I thought we'd have the lake to ourselves. What a shame."

Vargas looked at Abel with a sullen expression.

Abel stared at him and suddenly asked,

"What are you doing here instead of doing the research you were asked to do?"

"It's comfortable being in the lab, but I still need to get some fresh air sometimes."

"You stayed put when you went to Grand Cape."

"Actually, I wanted to go back then too. That was a time when I was really engrossed in interesting research. Haha!"

"You can do whatever you want on vacation, but please don't cause any trouble. It's hard to deal with things in a foreign country."

"Yes!"

Vargas gave a clumsy salute and smiled bashfully.

When Abel saw him like this, he seemed like a perfectly normal person.

'Never let your guard down. You never know what kind of impulsive action he might take.'

Abel touched Peltron's wing and whispered in his ear.

"Keep a close eye on him. Keep a subordinate with him at all times."

"So, are you going to give me the position of club owner again?"

"No."

"Ah, why?!"

"Instead, I'll double the spiritual energy you will be getting."

"Oh, yes!"

As expected, this half-demon was simple, and his stance changed at an incredible speed.

Abel wanted to punch him out of irritation, but at the same time, he found that part of him amusing.

After taking a quick look at the lakeside view, he turned around.

As he approached the area where the carriages were gathered, he saw people moving busily.

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"Hey! I told you to be careful with that. If it breaks, it'll be a disaster!"

"Oh, I understand."

Uncle Brandon was leading the workers.

Perhaps because he had worked as a dedicated groom for so long, he knew everything about Abel's luggage.

"Uncle Brandon."

"Your Majesty, what are you doing here? It's very dusty, so please stay away."

"This is fine. I want to go out right away. Can you prepare it for me?"

"Of course!"

"I think it would be okay if we just put the gift box there."

"Yes."

Brandon moved right away.

Even though Abel hadn't said much, the old groom seemed to know exactly where he was going.

As Abel watched his hardworking figure, he felt a strange sense of security.

Tadak! Tadak!

Soon, Abel got into the carriage and headed toward Crawford Palace.

Taking control of the state was a planned event, so there was no particular rush.

For now, the priority was to contact the royal family and observe the movements of those in power.

But then, a street leading into the city suddenly caught Abel's eye.

"This is…."

A charmingly decorated city and beautiful natural scenery.

But in one corner, there were shacks with poor people crowded together.

Thousands of people living cramped in that tiny space.

It felt like a real glimpse into the extreme wealth gap in Britain during the Industrial Revolution.

That wasn't the only surprising thing.

"Oh my! Look at that. It's so disgusting."

"It looks like a swarm of insects swarming in a jar."

"Ugh! It's gross."

Aristocrats stood on a bridge overlooking the slums, making disdainful remarks.

Perhaps because imperial fashion had not yet spread, their clothing was a bit old-fashioned.

Maybe that was why the scene felt like something from a world history textbook.

'Isn't this a bit scary? The Empire had a lot of poor people, but not to this extent.'

Old Perias had also been on the verge of exploding.

But this place seemed beyond that stage.

At least in the Empire, slum tourism wasn't a thing.

If left alone, it truly felt like a revolution was inevitable.

'So that's why Duke Crawford asked for help.'

They probably didn't have the confidence to reverse their broken society.

The Duke must have wanted to pass on a somewhat stable country to Princess Justia.

Lost in thought, Abel observed both the light and dark sides of the Duchy of Crawford simultaneously.

Soon, the carriage passed through the palace gates and moved along the well-paved road.

"We have arrived, Your Majesty."

"Thank you for your hard work."

The palace was not as ornate as those in the Empire, but it had a simple yet charming elegance.

It seemed the place where the nobles gathered was the banquet hall where the welcoming ceremony was being held.

"Nice to meet you, Your Highness, the Duke of Carriers. My name is Agenp, the Chief Chamberlain."

"Nice to meet you."

"Come this way."

As Abel walked along the red carpet, he could hear the voices of nobles lined up on both sides.

"Oh my! What is this? I thought you were old since you're the genius administrator who revived Deliat, but you're actually really young."

"He's even ridiculously handsome."

"His clothes look really stylish."

The reaction of the noble ladies was enthusiastic.

Every time this happened, Abel felt a strange sense of disharmony.

Back in Korea, his appearance had been extremely ordinary.

But here, he was a transcendent beauty who captivated everyone.

'I thought I'd get used to it eventually, but the excessive attention still feels burdensome.'

Of course, that didn't mean he wanted to be ugly.

As one celebrity once said, being good-looking was the best.

"Ha! What's so great about looking like a eunuch?"

"For men, muscle mass is the basic requirement."

"A man like you is going to be the prime minister?"

"It's obvious that the bureaucrats will keep nagging at him."

"He won't last more than a few weeks before running away to the Empire. Crawford is a country of gentlemen."

"I'm looking forward to seeing that! Hehehe!"

On the other hand, the reaction of the young male nobles was extremely hostile.

They clearly didn't like how the young ladies admired him.

Of course, Abel didn't care one bit about what they said.

'Speak your mind.'

It is said that empty carts make the most noise, and the weak only talk.

He stared straight ahead, completely ignoring their voices.

There, standing with a kind smile, was the Duke of Crawford.