"There's no need to worry about that. I have my own methods." Kerry had the Golden Finger. The Dimensional Exchange had a temporary storage area that could store things for free for ten hours. Once the Queen entered, her own time would be frozen, making it safe and convenient.
"As for the herbs, isn't there a sanatorium right ahead? They should have a complete supply there. Let's go sell them some." After saying this, Kerry placed the Queen in the Dimensional Exchange's temporary storage area, then led Frank and Gandalf inside—the sanatorium where Frank had stayed for over half a month.
Gandalf was a little surprised. He had underestimated his new employer. Space Equipment was not something just anyone could possess, and Space Equipment capable of storing and raising Magical Beasts was even more precious.
Without realizing it, Gandalf raised Kerry's standing in his mind.
Frank, who had not expected to return so soon, looked around as if searching for someone.
Kerry guessed that Frank wanted to find some acquaintances to chat with, so he paid no attention to it and led Gandalf to the sanatorium's director.
Most of the sanatorium's directors were doctors. After hearing the explanation, they quickly prepared the medicine. Of course, Gandalf had provided the prescription.
Maria was an ordinary nurse at the sanatorium. She had only been working there for a short while when she encountered an old lecherous patient. Not only did he drink heavily, he was always trying to grope her.
When they first met, he had told Maria that he had a beloved horse named Maria as well. What a coincidence.
Coincidence, my foot. Whenever he spoke, he leered at her chest. What he meant was that he wanted to ride her.
What an awful old pervert. If the director had not repeatedly assured her that the old lecher had only suffered a minor injury and would soon be discharged, Maria would have resigned long ago.
That morning, Maria personally saw the old pervert out of the sanatorium, and her mood was exceptionally good. She spent most of the morning walking with a spring in her step and finding everything adorable—until she saw Frank looking around as he entered the sanatorium once more.
"Oh, God! I only wanted to find a job and make a living." Maria sprinted to the personnel department and demanded to resign, fleeing the old pervert who had harassed her relentlessly that day.
When Kerry and Gandalf found Frank with the medicine bags, he was listlessly sipping a little wine, radiating a melancholy air.
Gandalf was baffled. How could an ordinary person like him be so fond of putting on the airs of a master?
Kerry, however, thought it perfectly normal. That was just how masters were.
The group arrived at the Sailor and Princess Hotel. Little Emma was craning her neck to peer down the street. When she saw her teacher appear with two strangers, she sprinted into her room.
"Why would my teacher bring strangers here? Could it be that he's had enough of life on the run and plans to sell himself for a good price?" Emma Watson was still lost in wild speculation, unsure whether to accept her fate or resist to the bitter end, when she heard her teacher knocking outside the door.
"Little Emma, my good granddaughter, we're moving." Gandalf's words through the door made Emma sigh with relief. Granddaughter was the cover identity she and Gandalf used. Since he was still using that identity, it meant their identities had not been exposed, and the two strangers had not come to arrest her.
When she opened the door, Kerry saw a very cute girl of about thirteen or fourteen. She was still growing, with the beginnings of a graceful figure.
She was a beauty in the making, with brown hair, a fair little face, and large green eyes shining with youthful vitality. When she grew up, she would be the sort of beauty capable of bringing disaster to a kingdom.
Emma also looked at Kerry. He wore the casual suit commonly favored by nobles, but had no gaudy accessories, making him look neat and refreshing. Emma could not help wondering why her teacher had suddenly brought a young nobleman back.
"Hello. I heard from Gandalf that he had a granddaughter. I thought she would be a cute little girl, but I didn't expect a beautiful young lady. It's a pleasure to meet you." Kerry politely greeted Emma.
"Little Emma, this is Baron Kerry Raynor of South Australia Island. I am now Lord Kerry's veterinarian and part-time keeper, specifically responsible for his griffin. We're leaving for South Australia Island to settle down." Gandalf's concise explanation cleared up nearly all of Emma's confusion.
The young man's identity, the reason for the move, and the owner of the griffin.
"All right, Grandpa. I'll pack up right now." Emma was obedient and well-behaved, something her long life as a fugitive had taught her. She replied to Kerry with a "hello" and said nothing more.
The grandfather and granddaughter quickly packed their belongings. They had very little, only one bundle each. Fortunately, Carson had prepared plenty of daily necessities, and there were quite a few quilts in the castle. Otherwise, the two of them would have been left freezing.
Once everything was arranged, they had gone from one person and one griffin on the way there to four people on the way back. Kerry boarded a merchant ship at a pier in Little Nose Bay Port City, bound south for the Jili Merchant Alliance. He had already reached an agreement with the captain: the ship would stop at South Australia Island midway and let Kerry's group disembark.
The journey was smooth, and Kerry soon returned to the castle. He prepared a servant's room for Emma and another for Gandalf. The castle no longer seemed as deserted as before.
Mrs. Wesley had deliberately prepared many extra dishes to celebrate the castle gaining new members.
The main dish was fish steak. Commoners rarely ate such food, but Kerry was somewhat surprised that the grandfather and granddaughter were so refined. Even after eating such a rare delicacy, they remained calm and showed no signs of being impressed.
To be honest, Little Emma had not often eaten fish steak before, but to her, it had merely been an ordinary dish. After all, her father had been an Imperial Marquis before he was imprisoned, and even some Grand Dukes of the kingdoms had to defer to him.
"All right, young master. Even if you've found a veterinarian and a keeper, I still have to emphasize that you can't spend money so freely. I hope you'll practice thrift. We've only just begun to make some progress, so we need to spend our money where it matters. For example, the security situation in the territory is also urgent. Just yesterday, a fisherman got into a fight with a local farmer, nearly causing a mass brawl..."
After dinner, Kerry had originally planned to return to his room and rest, but Butler Carson summoned him. Just as when Kerry had been a child, Carson began lecturing him without pause until Kerry had yawned for the third time.
"I understand. Tomorrow, I'll choose a few honest and reliable people from among the subjects to serve as City Guards." Kerry did not bother explaining whether Carson knew what a City Guard was. Too sleepy to continue, he returned to his room and fell into a deep sleep.
In his previous life, Kerry had never gone to bed before staying up until the early hours browsing his phone. After coming to this island with no nightlife, he was exhausted by nine in the evening.
The next day, news spread from the South Australia Island castle that the territory was recruiting City Guards. Their primary duties would be maintaining the city's smooth operation and providing auxiliary security. If fights broke out, they would temporarily take on the duties of police officers. When nothing else was happening, they would also stand guard at the northern and southern piers and maintain order there.
Many young men on South Australia Island were eager to try. Life on the island was terribly dull, so a job involving multiple duties seemed rather interesting—and it could also help support their families.
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