As soon as the day dawned, Ian lay on the big velvet bed in his mansion, watching himself come to the third sunrise in this world.

A lot of things he did were unplanned, which made his biological clock very uncomfortable. In other words, the body's original biological clock would not have gotten up so early, perhaps because of the habits he brought from the earth, which made him wake up now.

You know, when I came back last night, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Ian tiptoed out of bed, not disturbing anyone, and Kars didn't know where he went.

But the mansion is very different from before.

Ian stretched out his hand and scratched the edge of the hallway window, the marble slab was spotless, the dark red curtains showed the fragrance of freshly washed flowers and plants, and the painting that he had touched yesterday had been restored to its original state.

There is no half-point offset.

"Really, what the hell!

Before he could reach the restaurant, Ian heard a swearing from inside. He poked his head cautiously, the first rays of the morning sun wafting in dust in the dining room, and a woman in red threw a rag on the mahogany table and sat by the fireplace with a thud.

That's Isa Sher, another Issa Sher.

"Why the are I wiping the table here!!" As soon as Isha in red stretched out her hand, a huge magic circle appeared in front of her.

This is no longer the Black Tower, she wants to cast a forbidden spell, and no one can stop her.

But the bell must also be tied to the bell.

"Young master, be careful. At this moment, the soft white clothes floated in front of her, the real Isha pushed her glasses, and her white jade-like arm stretched forward, and the air seemed to be swept through by a leather whip, instantly dispersing the magic array of condensing energy.

Stepping into the restaurant with his right foot, he waved again, and the red Isha who wanted to scold the street disappeared without a trace.

In the restaurant, there was silence.

"What's going on?" Ian poked his little head out again.

"Young master, early. Isha hurriedly put on the butler suit in her hand, reluctantly tidied it up, and bowed deeply to Ian: "The night I came back last night, I used the magic 'Gemini' to ask another me to clean the room. ”

"Oh. ”

Isha really came to be his butler, and until last night, Ian thought it was a dream. When she heard that Black Tower Seven Page was about to transfer her from her post, she walked over to Ian without hesitation and followed him back to the mansion.

Looking at it carefully now, Isha looks like she is about twenty years old, which is the age when flowers bloom, far more attractive than a hairy boy like Ian, and the two stand together, like sisters and brothers.

"I saw that she was reluctant. Ian walked into the dining room and sat down in the main seat. Isha subconsciously wanted to stop her, but she stopped.

If nothing else, Ian should be sitting in the head of the house.

"She's hot-tempered, she's been in Covey for a long time, and she doesn't like magic very much, only the iron machinery. Isha waved her hands lightly, the black tea leaves were finely crushed, and then hot water was poured into them, and put them in front of Ian: "Young master, why did you get up so early? You are in the bedroom, I will send it to you soon." ”

Ian was also embarrassed to say that the first room he was familiar with was the dining room.

"Right here, Sister Isa, I have something I want to talk to you about. Ian took a sip of black tea and pulled out a piece of dry bread from the basket next to him, and Isha passed it, and a ball of fire toasted the bread to a crisp and smeared it with a layer of butter.

You say. Isha put the mage hat in her arms.

"I was talking about the Ian family before, and to be honest, I kind of forgot. ”

Isha blinked, Ian understood the meaning of this expression, he was so good that Isha believed what he said.

Soon, a complex magic array appeared on the dining table.

"Young master, don't move, this is a seventh-order spell, I want to verify if you have a spell on your body, or ......"

"Or maybe I'm not Ian IV. Ian bowed his head honestly like a haircut, and Isha didn't dare to tell the truth, he spoke.

"Hmm. Isha stood behind him, staring at Ian's little head, silently casting a spell.

To be honest, it was only half a year before I left the Ian family. The Black Tower is the mage's umbrella, no matter whether the immortal page knows about Isha's existence or not, as long as she is in the Black Tower, no one can touch her.

She released another Isha last night just to deter the imaginary enemy.

Isha even thinks that the young master in front of her is not real.

Even if Ian doesn't mention it, she will do it secretly.

Ian IV should not be a living person.

But half an hour passed, and no matter how advanced the spell was, Isha didn't check out any cats. The little master in front of her is obviously different from before, but she can't give any evidence, and insists that Ian IV is not Ian IV, which is not in line with her character.

"Young Master. Just then, Nemesis came looking for him. He's Ian's personal bodyguard, and he's supposed to be with him like Linda. His flower umbrella did not leave his body, and he looked at the mage Isha in the restaurant, the tip of the umbrella tilted forward slightly.

Ian clapped up his palm, signaling that he was okay.

"I said this to Nemesis, Sister Isa, and I will make it clear to you today. Ian leaned back in his chair, took a bite of bread, and said, "I came from another world, my soul is in your young master's body, I don't know where he went, whether he is alive or dead, I woke up here, I have an invitation to go to the House of Lords in my pocket, and that's how it is." ”

As she spoke, Isha withdrew the spell and stood in front of Ian.

Ian was shorter than her, smaller than her, and she had to keep her head down. In the past, in this mansion, Ian's father's red robe was always the main sigh, and Young Master Ian, who was wearing a black suit behind him, was just a decoration on his hand, for fourteen years, and rarely came out.

But today, Ian IV's small figure sat on the large main seat, with the morning sun behind him, and the words in his mouth.

It's a little different.

"I see. Isha pulled her mage hat behind her back, her lenses reflecting the sunlight, and she couldn't see her eyes clearly.

That's it?

Ian thought about it and didn't answer. His soul was an adult, and the hesitation on Isa's face was so obvious that he couldn't see it.

"Nemesis, sit down and eat together. Ian licked the crumbs off his fingers and muttered to himself, "I remember there were eggs in the kitchen......"

"Young master, I'll come. Isha jumped up and ran down the restaurant with a puff of smoke.

In the huge dining room, all Ian could hear was the sound of Ian tearing bread.

"Nemesis, who do you think Isa is, did she believe me?"

"Not many people will believe your words. The demon Nemesis always straightened up, like a robot: "There are many incredible things in this world, but these things are always hidden under lies, and they don't believe it not because the words are not credible, but because they ......"

"Everyone is panicking. Ian sighed, "I get it." ”

In just ten minutes, Isha was holding a hot egg, a dried bun with butter, three slices of bacon, and broad beans and russel leaves in salad dressing.

As if nothing had happened, Kars then rushed to the restaurant, and Isha was surprised to hold it in her hand, and the two were old friends, but Kars's memory seemed to be completely lost.

"Young Master, now that everyone knows that you are back, the Ian family has to turn again. Listening to Ian's story of what had happened in the past few days, Isa began to plan his future itinerary for him.

This is her job, and it also allows Ian to see what kind of wisdom a qualified Black Tower mage has.

According to Isha, Ian's father's day-to-day job was to deal with the affairs of the House of Lords, where daily reports would be gathered from all over the country about the Ian family's ownership or responsibility for the property. In the afternoon, it is usually a tea party, with ministers or people who meet in advance, and it is no secret that Ten Pages of the Black Tower has also been arranged in the itinerary, and it is no secret that Ian's father and the Black Tower have a close relationship.

"I think the House of Lords will still invite you to the tea party, because you still have a hereditary dukedom, of course, before your lie is over. ”

The significance of the tea party is huge, it can be said that it is the main battlefield of the House of Lords every day, and every word that people talk about is a half-truth and half-truth.

"I finally understood why this era remained in eighteenth-century Europe, because at that time the civilization here was closer to the modern era and there were no smartphones. Ian muttered to himself, "To make it easier to lie." ”

Lying is a technical job, when several people stand together, micro-expressions, movements, and wording are the basis for the achievement of a lie.

This is something that Ian definitely intends to avoid.

"Young Master, do you need to take a break?" Before she knew it, it was noon, and Isha put away her notes: "I'll go prepare lunch." With that, she left the study.

Ian looked at the bright sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window, stood up, and walked out of the mansion.

The moment he left the gate, Nemesis jumped out of nowhere.

"Shout before you come out next time. Ian rubbed his chest.

"Young master, I must follow outside the mansion at all times, there are no protective measures here. Nemesis held an umbrella to shield him from the sun.

"This is the Ian family's home base, why is there no one in the yard to guard it?, or are they leaving?" Ian passed by the somewhat depleted fountain and the ornamental trees that were beginning to sprout, "We need a gardener too." Come, Nemesis, run with me. ”

The obedient demon did not hesitate and joined Ian in his lap running mission with a flower umbrella.

The Ian family's mansion has a courtyard in front and a warehouse and swimming pool in the back. A little farther away is a man-made labyrinth full of flowers, and in the center of the labyrinth, there is also a small white pavilion. Standing in the pavilion and looking to the north, there is a vast primeval forest.

Ian, who was standing in the pavilion, rested for a moment and began to box.

It was a training method that even Nemesis was not familiar with, but it was inevitable that such a vigorous fist would appear in a fourteen-year-old nobleman.

"It's another world's stuff and it's my profession. Ian gasped, holding the note that Isha had sent with magic, and finished his workout, "I'm going to pick up something I'm familiar with, Nemesis, and I might need you to help me a little." ”