Lauvet confirmed again, it was indeed not wrong, and there was no possibility of forgery with the arcane sigil with unique spell fluctuations.

Originally, Lauvet thought that the muse was just an ordinary aristocratic mage, the kind of aristocratic heir whose parents were still alive.

Although the human nations now recognize each other's noble titles, there is a conventional concept among the nobles that only the nobles who can be hereditary and have their own territory are the real nobles!

A noble heir generally has only one title such as honorary knighthood, and there is no special status, privilege and preferential treatment.

And in the Mage Federation, this status of an aristocratic heir is not as useful as the strength of a middle-level mage revealed by the muse itself.

It is precisely because of this that Lauvet previously mistakenly believed that the muse had no foundation and background, and even if he suffered a loss, he would not be able to fight back.

But now......

"To be able to possess this kind of private arcane imprint. It shows that he definitely has a close relationship with the senior personnel of the Ouroboros Ring. ”

"And ......"

"At this age, you have the strength of a mid-level mage. ”

"The strength of the retinue with it is even stronger than itself. ”

"Is it a descendant of that Ouroboros Ring high-ranking officer, or a disciple?"

Thinking about it, some details that were inadvertently ignored were recalled by Lauvet, and at this time there seemed to be a reasonable explanation.

"It's hard to do now......"

A high-ranking member of the Ouroboros Ring with considerable status and power is definitely not something that a mid-level mage like her who has a cut off from the future can provoke.

And even if you don't directly provoke the high-ranking personnel of the Ouroboros Ring, it is best not to deal with the muse who has the support of such a character.

Her face darkened a little, and Lauvet didn't expect to encounter such an unlucky thing this time.

"With this kind of background, why didn't he reveal it earlier!"

"Damn, if he sues him to go to his backer......"

"Even if that kind of big guy doesn't have the same knowledge as me, but I only need to mention a few words to my subordinates, I definitely don't have good fruit to eat!"

"Those guys who are watching my place will never mind throwing me out as a scapegoat!"

Thinking about these things, Lauvet seems to see that her beautiful old age life is gradually drifting away, replaced by miserable everything.

At this time, Martha, who had not dared to say more, just watched Lauvet's face change from the corner of her eye, and felt that it was finally almost the same, and said:

"Actually, the guest asked me to bring one of his requests. ”

"He said that he would be willing to accept the house if his request was met. ”

And he doesn't care about that one thing anymore. ”

With a moving expression, like a drowning man who had finally grasped a life-saving straw, Lauvet said hurriedly: "What request?"

"Speak quickly!"

As if taken aback by Lauvet's tone, Martha shrank her head before cautiously saying, "According to the guest, the reason he refused to accept the house was that it had been abandoned for too long and was too dilapidated to move in. ”

"If we are willing to take care of all the repairs to the house, we will renovate the house. ”

He was willing to take over the house. ”

And he doesn't care about that one thing anymore. ”

Lauvet was slightly stunned, and her heart was ready to hemorrhage and ruin the disaster.

Now that she heard this kind of request, she even wondered if fate had played a joke on her, and there was a sense of unreality.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" the voice suddenly rose an octave, and in the midst of such ups and downs, Lauvet felt that his heart was a little unbearable, and it was pounding!

If she didn't vent her emotions loudly, she was afraid that she would rupture her cardiovascular system on the spot.

"I agreed!"

Without much thought, Lauvet quickly pulled out a piece of metal with an anvil pattern from her desk and tossed it to Martha.

After doing housing agency affairs for so many years, she naturally dealt with many construction craftsmen in Aynro, and at this time, in order to eliminate disasters, she still took out high-end products.

"Take this token and go to the place where the dwarves live in the south of the city, and find Mok of the Anvil Tribe, he and his nine brothers are all high-level construction craftsmen!"

"Damn, I helped me with this piece of token, and they were willing to give it to me because they owed a favor. ”

"That guy made a lot of money......"

"Usually you have to invite them to help, but you can't make an appointment for a month. ”

"And the price is extremely high. ”

“......”

babbling, it seems that using this favor makes Lauvet quite distressed.

But soon, she waved Martha away, apparently unwilling to let Martha see her embarrassment.

And after Martha left, Lauvet thought about it, but still didn't feel very safe.

After a moment of contemplation, she picked up the rattle on her desk and shook it a few times.

Then, Lauvet instructed a man who walked in, "Go hire a few people." ”

"We need a cook to cook, a maid to do laundry, and ......"

"And then send it to ......"

Secret riddles, in a separate courtyard.

After taking a bath, the muse ate the lunch brought by the maid, rested for a while, and the time came to the afternoon.

"It's about the same time. ”

Muttering, not knowing what he was thinking, the muse scanned several parts of the house in his inconspicuous-looking mage robes.

It seems that the events of the morning let the person who is the mystical riddle know that he is also a person with a background, so the faint peeping that the muse once felt has also disappeared without a trace.

Then the muse went straight to the courtyard, and walked to Luden, who had sat silently in the shade of a tree after lunch.

"My lord, what do you command? ”

At this time, Luden, who seemed to feel something, opened his eyes in advance, and seeing that it was the muse coming, he quickly stood up and leaned over slightly.

"[Sixth Sense] feels a bit of a beginner, not bad. ”

A word of appreciation, then the muse commanded.

"I'm going to go out. ”

"You stay here, be careful, Lu is still up there. ”

Despite the protection of the magic circle, the muse still felt that it was better to have someone to guard, especially in the morning when there were still people to provoke him.

Ludon solemnly slapped his chest with one hand, saying that he would definitely live up to his trust.

Nodding, the Muse knew that Ruden had always done what he said, and he could rest assured that he could trust it.

Turning and walking out the door, a sparkle of magic flashed through the muse's fingertips, and in front of him, the courtyard door opened silently, and the circle opened a passage for entry and exit.

"The Forest of a Thousand Towers No. 206. ”

"Let me think about it. ”

"It should be in ......"

The muse passed by a mage and walked out without hurrying.